#Glass Houses

[papasmoke]

current exmormon, born and raised Mormon, my ancestors like… founded the church, literally couldn’t be more Mormon heritage wise… but WHAT do you mean FBI agents. I need an excess of details sources and info ASAP. this is the first I’m ever hearing of this and I’d love all the dirty laundry if you’re willing to share

The FBI and a bunch of other federal agencies have been recruiting heavily from Mormon communities for the better part of a hundred years. Every article I've read about it always claims that that desirability stems from a lot of Mormons speaking multiple languages due their missionary work in other countries, or their aversion to alcohol and drugs, and general lack of vices that intelligence agencies try to avoid in recruits. In my opinion though they overlook a major factor, which is Mormonism's borderline deification of the US.

Mormonism wouldn't exist without the settler violence exhibited against the natives with the backing of the US government, it was founded by settlers on lands violently stolen from its former inhabitants, and the literal demonization of the indigenous peoples of the US is - to my understanding - a cornerstone belief of Mormonism. So Mormonism is in effect a formal adoption of Manifest Destiny as religious and cultural doctrine on a level that even evangelicals don't envision it to be.

Like, the colonization of the Americas obviously turned all settlers into agents of genocide, subjugation, and displacement. Every Christian denomination incorporated every violent excess of the frontier into its preaching and practice in some way or other, but Mormonism took that violence and made it sacrosanct, made it a bedrock belief in its theology. So, if you believe that the violence enacted by the US on your behalf was and is Mandated By God, then you might feel compelled to join an extension of the state, to become an instrument of that continued holy violence.

#long post #live-from-new-york-its #i have nothing against ex mormons btw im an ex catholic lol #glass houses #mormonism #post

[0fth34byss]

I see through you

Bad Omens in Newcastle (16.1.24)

#bad omens #glass houses #jolly karlsson #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #noah sebastian

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 08 -> CH 09

"Don't sit there and judge me. You were licking your dick after breakfast."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @thatsthewrongwallcraig @icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar @kristennero-wallacewellsver @mayathepsychic1999

TW: Smutty, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Jerking Off

Jack spent the next few days enjoying the time he got to spend with Ace. They went on at least 3 walks a day, playing in the yard, he even wrapped Ace in a small blanket and took him to the grocery store at 10PM hoping no one would be able to tell he brought a dog into a grocery store. It surprisingly worked and having Ace with him actually helped his anxiety a lot as he tried to zoom through the store, stocking up on food he might actually eat. He also grabbed a few toys for Ace to play with to keep on hand in case he was to dog sit in the future.

Jack never minded being alone. He was never really one of those people who got lonely until after he left the hospital. Being alone with himself had become less enjoyable and more stressful than it ever was before and now having Ace roaming around behind him made him realize that maybe he won't necessarily need a person but a companion. He had zero urge to hurt Ace and his track record with hurting people he cared about was pretty shit right now so the idea of being a loner with a dog sounded optimal.

The only bad thing about having Ace around was his current sleep schedule wasn't ideal for an animal. Jack went from being exhausted all day to getting bursts of energy late at night that was causing him to fuck his own schedule and Ace's.

Tonight was one of those nights. He thought running Ace around all morning and spending all afternoon working in his dad's study would tire him out but here he was, standing by the window about to light his 7th cigarette while Ace snoozed away on the bed. He wasn't enough of an asshole to text anyone at 3AM so naturally he just scrolled through emails, his growing reading list and picking through his rough drafts of his book that had run stagnant.

He saw the lights of Y/n's car pull onto the street quietly in front of her house, turning the lights off and cutting the engine. She had texted checking in with Jack since she left the other morning. They hadn't had any long text exchanges but Jack knew she was busy with her mom's care and working. He was just about to text her when she walked to the trunk of her car and kicked her shoes off.

She looked exhausted, still in scrubs as she sat in the trunk to remove her socks and put them in a white laundry bag. She kept her hair tied up as she rubbed her hands down her face and sat scrunched up for a few moments. When she hopped back out of the trunk, she peeled her blue scrubs over her head so that she was now standing, barefoot and topless at the back of her car.

Jack felt his mouth go dry. He glanced around the street thinking how brazen she was for stripping down in public but then remembered the two of them were the youngest people in the neighborhood. There was almost a nonexistent chance of anyone else being awake past 11PM...with the exception of Jack.

Jack brought the cigarette away from his lips watching her unhook the front of her black bra, letting her tits bounce from the material. Jack felt a low ache in his stomach that begrudgingly made him take his eyes off of Y/n's bare chest to look down.

"Holy shit! No fucking way." Jack looked down and could see how hard he was. He hadn't been able to get hard in over a year, even when he tried. He had tried old porn, new porn, pain play, praise kink- nothing even remotely gave him a chub. Now he's standing in his window, hard as a rock watching his neighbor strip down outside in front of his very eyes.

Jack rubbed the front of his free hand over his hard on and it gave him chills. He felt oddly ashamed to be touching himself while watching his neighbor in what she thought was a private moment. He continued to palm the outside of his pants watching Y/N starting to untie the string on her pants. She shimmed the pants down legs and kicked them off, now standing in see through boy-shorts and nothing else.

"Fuck." Jack shoved his hand down the front of his pajama bottoms and gripped his cock. He jumped at the firm contact and almost lost his balance against the window frame. Y/n bent over to pick up the discarded pants and Jack felt the pre cum on his fingertips. He put his cigarette in the ashtray that sat on the windowsill so he could reach for the lotion bottle that sat on his desk. He had picked it up for the calluses on his hands from all the work he had been doing around the house. He never expected to be using it for this.

Gripping himself a little harder this time, he ran his now slick hand up and down the shaft of his cock, making sure to ghost his fist over the tip. Jack watched Y/n carefully moving about, tits hanging as she picked up her pants and toss them in the bag with the rest of her clothes. As she leaned into the back of the car to retrieve something, he watched her ass jiggle and thought about how much he would love to bend her over the trunk and pound into her pussy, tits jumping all over the lid with her nipples grazing the paintjob.

"Oh f-fuck." Jack sped his fist up, feeling the weight of his balls slapping the bottom of his fist as he jerked vigorously. Imagining Y/N kneeling in front of him, knees digging into the rough gravel as she sucked his cock down her throat, feeling the flutter of it around the tip as she gagged on him, raking her nails down his bare thighs while he face fucked her.

"Oh God yes." Jack whimpered. Keeping his eyes on her as she stepped into a pair of leggings, jumping to make sure they were snug on her ass, making her tits bounce with the jump. Jack wanted to be under her, watching her ride his cock, tits bouncing until he sucked them into his mouth, listening to her moans while she yanked handfuls of is hair, pussy squeezing tightly around him.

Jack felt the burning swell from his balls and before he was ready for it to be over, he was cumming all over the inside of his pants, trying to control the groans he milked out of himself, feeling the blinding orgasm temporarily blinding him as he stroked every last drop out of his dick until he was shaking, leaning his sweaty forehead against the cool window trying to catch his breath.

He accidentally knocked into the ashtray and sent it sliding out of the window, down the roof below to shatter on the sidewalk near the driveway. Y/n's head shot up and Jack dropped to the floor out of sight.

Jack was breathing heavily and felt mildly disgusted with himself covered in his own cum and hiding from his neighbor who he just used for a jerk off session. He banged his head against the bottom of the wall and noticed Ace was staring at him.

"Don't sit there and judge me. You were licking your dick after breakfast." Jack rolled his eyes at the dog who just rested his head back on the bed, minding his own business while Jack crawled towards the door to get to the bathroom.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Jack x YN #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #One Shot Series #Glass Houses #Glass Houses Series #Smutty #TW: smut #8/38

[art-by-grass]

Past few years of Christmas gifts for my dad and brother

#acrylic #miniart #artist on tumblr #art #painting #acrylic painting #goodbye yellow brick road #elton john #dark side of the moon #pink floyd #led zeppelin #billy joel #glass houses #wish you were here

[alexp40]

#glass houses #photography #photographers on tumblr #original photographers #vintage #aesthetic #mood

[screamingshark]

Woe, Glass Houses doodles be upon ye

I wanted to draw the boys looking more like how they do in my fic “Glass Houses”

Vash doesn’t change much but Nai sure does djlskdjg (with cameos by Marco and Kalla)

#Mal Draws #Trigun #Trigun Stampede #Vash the Stampede #Millions Knives #Glass Houses

[papertowness]

ok starting glass houses now

#y’all know the drill #billy joel #glass houses #glass houses 1980 #lgbtq #lgbt

[core-bands]

You stabbed me in the back but not deep enough.

Bad Omens —Glass Houses.

#deathcore #core #core bands #metalcore #music core #Bad omens #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #joakim karlsson #nick folio #Glass houses #Lyrics #Music

[harrypotterfuryroad]

astounded by the fact that someone managed to misinterpret ‘we fucking go to school here’ as ‘i am a minor and attending school right now’ (projection, perhaps?) there’s plenty of other stupid lines but this one stood out to me, trans ideology really does destroy reading comprehension.

yeah it was a real big brain move coming from someone with “horny and mentally unstable” as his blog title

#glass houses #you’ll also notice that was the only time he came close to actually addressing anything i specifically said or wrote

[lma1986]

BAD OMENS - Glass Houses (Live Performance)

#youtube #bad omens #bad omens band #bad omens cult #badomens #badomenscult #badomensband #glasshouses #glass houses

[machetelanding]

#billy joel #glass houses #singers #musicians #celebrities #albums #album covers #music #rock music #80s music #1980s

[wiklm]

I Dont Want to Be Alone is such a good and fun song and i adore it and i want to make a little animatic to it but i can’t actually think of any couple they’re just a vague blur in my head and i can’t solidify them enough to make an attempt . day in my life. this is a constant struggle that i have yet to overcome even once

#shules perhaps… first psych fanart may have to be a billy joel animatic sorry guys #the second i get good enough to draw consistently it’s OVER you’ll all have to face my 10 thousand posts per week about all 10 thousand #fandoms that i am in #anyways seriously this song is so good #my daily billy joel post is like my version of affirmations in the mirror #‘i am doing great’ ‘i am smart and capable’ in the mirror but instead it’s me laying face down on the floor listening to billy joel #repeating all the lyrics to myself like affirmations #anyways yeah actually this post helped me remember shules i might actually have to do that #bc it fits!!! #shules #shawn spencer #juliet o'hara #psych #billy joel #glass houses #wiklm shitposting

[polteergeistt]

Glass houses has no business going this hard

#I SEE THROUGH YOU #I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE #I SEE THE DEVIL MORE THAN I SEE GOD #AND WHEN HE HAS YOU BY YOUR NECK #I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON EVERY FUCKING WORD YOU SAY #YOU STAB ME IN THE BACK BUT NOT DEEP ENOUGH #hehe :3 #bad omens #glass houses

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 22 -> CH 23

Tagging:@roryculkinluvr@thatsthewrongwallcraig@icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06@shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar @kristennero-wallacewellsver@ophelialaufey @mayathepsychic1999 @x-prettyboy-x @rorylover71 @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

TW: Mutual Masturbation, Fingering, Jerking Off

Jack had gone home and practically paced waiting for Y/n to call. He knew she wasn't coming around until later but he was excited to spend time with her. He watched the clock and tried to work on a few pages to pass the time but once he heard the knock at the front door, he practically broke his foot trying to run down the steps.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late, I didn't want to come straight over in my scrubs." Y/n let herself in and looked freshly showered but exhausted.

"That's fine, we can play it low key tonight and actually go out when you get a day off." Jack smiled gesturing towards the living room. She plopped down on one side of the couch and Jack followed suit on the opposite end. He had already ordered food and told her to get comfortable. She noticed he had his laptop sitting on the coffee table and gestured towards it.

"How's the writing going?" She asked kicking her shoes off so she could rest her feet on the couch next to Jack's leg.

"It's going pretty well, I had to keep myself busy today so I got a few pages written." Jack confessed making Y/n smile.

"Can I read some of it?" She asked carefully. Jack hesitated for a moment before passing her the laptop. He watched her read the pages, taking a mental note of her eyes scanning the words and chewing on her lip.

"Jack...this is really good. I mean it's dark as hell and I know it's supposed to be about your life but it's really good." Y/n looked up from the laptop and Jack's eyebrows went up.

"You think so? I mean it's a first draft but-" Y/n leaned the screen down to look at Jack.

"Shut up and take the compliment." She moved to sit next to him and scrolled through his pages to point things out

"I love how the story teller is framing these events in his life as small signs of what's to come. As if his path was predetermined by the actions of his father, an avalanche of tragedy." Jack just stared at her in amazement. He moved towards her to kiss her but the sound of the doorbell stopped him. Y/n laughed realizing he was going to kiss her.

"Should have ordered the food a little sooner." She smirked. He pushed up from the couch and grabbed the food. They fell into comfortable conversation about random things from the book to the chaos his appearance at her work caused. Jack had no regrets and was glad that there were people who kept her mind on him throughout the day.

"You're such a cocky punk. You knew my boss was going to eat you up with a spoon." Y/n shoved Jack with her foot and he caught it with his hands.

"How could I possibly know your boss was an older woman? I just do really well with older women." Jack bragged rubbing her feet. He could see that it was providing relief and kept massaging her foot.

"Now you're just distracting me with a nice...foot massage. Fuck your hands are strong." She hissed.

"Am I hurting you?" He stopped and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"No it feels great, don't stop." Jack laughed continuing to rub her feet.

"This is not what I thought I would be doing for you to say that." Jack teased. Y/n let out a laugh and rested her head on the back of the couch to look at him.

"Yeah? I take it the new meds are treating you well?" Y/n asked making Jack nod.

"I haven't started them yet. I'm afraid I won't be able to get off now if I change them now." Jack explained and Y/n shook her head.

"I can always take my shirt off if you're feeling repressed. Don't sacrifice your sanity and sleep for an orgasm, Jack." She sat up on her elbows and he laughed.

"Honestly I'm not even sure it would work if I tried to fuck anyone. For now, it works for me exclusively." Jack felt comfortable talking to Y/n about these sorts of things. He didn't know if it was because he was attracted to her or if it was because they had talked openly about the medications.

"Well then lets test it out." Y/n pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Jack stopped rubbing her feet, allowing her to pull her legs back towards herself so she could unbutton her jeans and slid them just below her ass.

"Does this make you uncomfortable?" Y/n asked partially exposed. Jack could feel his dick stiffen and he shook his head, unbuttoning his jeans and show her the tent that was in his boxers.

"Not anymore." He said rubbing his cock on top of the fabric.

"You might want to take your shirt off...in the event you cum, I'd hate for you to stain one of your emo shirts." Y/n teased putting her fingers in her mouth. Jack can see her pussy as she pushes her panties to the side to finger herself. One hand pinched her nipples as she continued to play with her clit. He was so hard now, all he could do was stroke himself. Watching Y/n's fingers move in and out of her glistening pussy made him think about what it would feel like to have her ride him right here on the couch, her tits bouncing in his face as she fucked herself on his cock. He groaned freeing his cock, spitting on his hand and mixing that with the precum on the tip so he could have the feeling of skin to skin contact.

"Your cock looks even better when its hard. I fucking knew it would." Y/n bit her lip adding a third finger and letting her head fall back.

"Fuck..you can't...you can't say shit like that or I'm going to cum entirely too soon." Jack complained stroking himself faster.

"I wasn't aware we were being timed. I'm going to get off, when I get off." Y/n laughed watching Jack's chest rise and fall trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck I want to cum on your tits so bad." Jack said jaw dropping slightly staring at her tits bouncing with her rigorous hand movements. She used her free hand to pop the front of the bra open letting her tits spill out.

"Oh fuck." Jack moaned. He couldn't help but want to bury his face between them. Y/n continued to whine loudly and Jack wanted to be the one who pulled those sounds from her.

"Don't be shy Jack. I want to hear you." Y/n begged.

"I want to fuck you into this couch. I want to cum inside of you until it's running down your legs. I want to feel you cum around my cock." Y/n moaned Jack's name as she found her release, rubbing her clit and making her knees jump together as she pushed herself to keep touching sensitive bits. Jack could feel his orgasm building, eyes shut trying to get there. He was afraid if he got distracted he would embarrass himself and be unable to cum.

"Jack...open your eyes and look at me. I want you to look at me when you cum. I want you to know that the next time you cum, it will be down my throat." Jack watched Y/n take her wet fingers and put them in her mouth.

"Fuck!" Jack cried milking his cock until he was cumming all over the front of his shirt, almost hitting his neck. He slowed his hand down, feeling the jump of the sensitive tip as he grazed it.

It was silent for a few moments as they both looked at each other and started laughing.

"You're a fucking freak." Jack shook his head.

"And you love every second of it." Y/n stuck her tongue out at him.

"You also should have taken your shirt off." She reminded him pointing at the cum that was already starting to dry on his black shirt. She leaned forward to crawl towards him on the couch and Jack worried she might try to go for a second round.

"No worries, I'm not pushing the boundaries. I just wanted to give you something." Y/n leaned forward and kissed Jack carefully not to startle him of make him anxious. She let her tongue run along his own before pulling away.

"I wanted to say thanks and congratulations on the orgasm. It was great." She smiled in his face and he returned it.

"I also wanted to give you a little taste of what you're in for if you're down for a second date." Jack could taste her on his tongue and nodded.

"Is the first date already over?" He asked curiously and she laughed putting her head down for a moment.

"I don't want to make you feel cheap but if I don't go home now, I'll be too tired to walk home." She explained. Jack knew how tired she was and this probably only made it worse.

"It's okay. I completely understand." Jack put himself back in his jeans and watched Y/n pull her shirt over her head, not bothering to put her bra back on. He walked her to the door and she turned to look at him.

"This was a lot of fun Jack. I'm glad I said yes to a first date." Y/n smiled sweetly at him and he blushed.

"I'm pretty glad you said yes too. Let me know when you get home." Jack said rolling his eyes knowing that she was going to make a smartass remark about being across the street. She kissed his cheek and gave his hand a squeeze before walking out the door. Jack watched her walk down the drive and towards her house before shutting the door and running his hands down his face trying to take in what had just happened. He couldn't help but smile thinking about the night as a whole. He hadn't remembered having that much fun in one night with someone ever. He ran his hands down his shirt and felt his cum streak down his shirt more.

"Dammit." He cussed at himself knowing this shirt wasn't ruined but knowing he would get hard every time he wore it.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Jack Thurlow x Y/n #One Shot Series #Glass Houses Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #Glass Houses #22/38

[ginger-by-the-sea]

#waterfall #dark acamedia #glass houses #conjuredbyphotoshop

[chaoticdesertdweller]

Danville, VA c.1959

#southern architecture #architecture #midcentury #in the south #in the woods #rural appalachia #rural landscape #rural areas #rural america #real estate #1950s #glass houses #cabin in the woods #cabin #cozy #mid century #Virginia #1959 #wood paneling