#jody's lock-in

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Jack Wolcott/Alexis Chopper- Wayward Children by Seanan McGuire

Coronabeth Tridentarius/Judith Duteros- The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir

[tiffanyachings]

pov you're back from the dead and all of your best friends have been assigned terrible new nicknames by the tridentarii

[minsungies]

call me crazy but going to the wake of a woman you didn't know, just to get cosy with her grieving husband is an absolutely wild way to behave??

[harrowharkwife]

you ever think about wake's notes? about how her revenant wrote that "THE ONLY THING OUR CIVILISATION CAN LEARN FROM YOURS IS THAT WHEN OUR BACKS ARE TO THE WALL AND OUR TOWERS ARE FALLING ALL AROUND US AND WE ARE WATCHING OURSELVES BURN– "

" –WE RARELY BECOME HEROES."

only to end up a hero herself? 'cause i do. i think about that a lot actually

[ultimateanna]

[milliondollarbaby87]

28 Years Later (2025) Review

A community of survivors of the rage virus live on a small island, which is only connected to the main land during low tide. After young Spike has experienced his first venture to the mainland with his father Jamie, everything will change when he is left with many questions and curiosity of what else is actually out there? ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Continue reading 28 Years Later (2025) Review

[mytownishaunted]

Another bunch of drawings I made lately.

My designs for adult El and Max.

Me not realizing that Harrow were wearing ribs, not having her own out all the time.

My OC, Falete Gaskin escaping a creepy bird.

It's hard to be a lonely lesbian in dungeon.

Jodie Holmes and his brother

[abs0luteb4stard]

W A T C H I N G

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Coronabeth Tridentarius/Judith Duteros- The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir

Carmilla Karnstein/Laura- Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu

[beedreamscape]

Coronabeth is the physical representation of those "I wanna see some ass" masc/femme tiktoks

[nonbinarychaoticstupid]

as yet unsent :(

[chilly-weirdo-in-a-tomb]

I AM SQUEELING

Two is For Discipline, Heedless of Trial.

I’ve posted my full designs for the Cohort uniforms before but wanted to draw Jody and Marta in them! The only differences are Judith’s necro capelet and Marta’s sidearm.

[tenpercentsugar]

if nothing else, all i want to do in my life is read or watch or listen to firsthand accounts of people leaving cults or deconstructing their beliefs. that is the most interesting thing in the world to me

[fandom]

Celebs

Here comes Hugh Jackman out of nowhere with the steel adamantium claws.

David Tennant +2

Hugh Jackman

Pedro Pascal -1

Neil Gaiman

Michael Sheen

Oliver Stark +46

Ryan Reynolds +18

Ncuti Gatwa +84

Walker Scobell

Nicola Coughlan

Ryan Guzman +49

Jensen Ackles

Misha Collins -6

Vivienne Medrano

Luke Newton

Hugh Dancy +13

Assad Zaman

Mads Mikkelsen +10

Sam Reid +11

Zendaya +12

Ewan Mitchell +23

Jacob Anderson +14

Leah Jeffries

Elon Musk -23

Sebastian Stan -1

Tom Hiddleston +25

Lou Ferrigno Jr

Margot Robbie -22

Nicholas Galitzine -8

Joseph Quinn -19

Ayo Edebiri +23

Drew Starkey

Sofia Coppola

Ryan Gosling -25

Ryoko Kui

Catherine Tate

Taylor Zakhar Perez -17

Eric Bogosian

Jenna Ortega -25

Josh Hutcherson

Sydney Sweeney +35

Kristen Stewart

Joe Keery -17

Jonathan Bailey

Taika Waititi -26

Emma D'Arcy

Rhys Darby -24

Alex Hirsch

Hayao Miyazaki

Austin Butler

Marilyn Monroe +8

Mike Faist

Lily-Rose Depp -19

Olivia Cooke

Akira Toriyama

Tom Glynn-Carney

Matthew Lillard

Kathryn Hahn

Cillian Murphy -16

Tom Blyth

King Charles III

Aubrey Plaza

Chris Evans -47

Jacob Elordi

Matt Smith +7

Jeremy Allen White +8

Toby Fox

Barry Keoghan

Selena Gomez -2

Delainey Hayles

Hayden Christensen -32

Peter Capaldi

Millie Gibson

Glen Powell +10

Kate Middleton

Matthew Gray Gubler

Andre Braugher

Emma Watson

Maggie Smith

Noah Schnapp -58

Jared Padalecki

Florence Pugh -17

Scarlett Johansson +16

Jacob Wysocki

Matthew Perry

Tom Holland -41

Timothee Chalamet +3

George Rexstrew

Simone Ashley

Monica Bellucci

Manny Jacinto

Gillian Anderson

Alexandra Daddario +1

Ana de Armas -32

Anne Hathaway -20

Anya Taylor-Joy -3

Emily Ratajkowski

Joe Locke -50

Owen Wilson

Jodie Whittaker -13

The number in italics indicates how many spots a name moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded names weren’t on the list last year.

Did you know you can now create a dedicated fan Community for your fave here on Tumblr and discuss their merits with others?

[tealspriinkles]

This is actually from last year but!!! 😭 K-9 gets locked in costa…..

It’s incredible how much this lady sounds like Jodie….. LOL

Sorry if I got tags wrong!!

EDIT 11/4/25 - OH MY GOD IM GLAD TOU GUYS ENJOY THIS ANIMATION 😭 I’m sorry I haven’t responded to any of the tags!! I’m not entirely sure how to!! IF YOU COULD LET ME KNOW HOW TO I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE THAT 🥹❤️

[twistedsistas-stuff]

Candy Licker🍭

Sammie “Munch” Moore

Warnings; He’s Jodi baby 😏(in summary)

You ain’t never had a man go down on you before—not ‘cause you ain’t had a chance, Lord knows you had plenty—but ‘cause you ain’t never had a man. Not a Moore man, at least. You told Sammie that one night, sittin’ on the edge of that old bed in the shotgun house you two shared. The kind that still smelled like cedar and the sweet, smokey scent of tobacco, with that little draft comin’ through the window every time it rained.

You told him, and he just looked at you for a minute, real slow, like he was piecin’ it together in his head. His eyes were steady, dark like deep water. And then, that smile—ain’t no way you could call it nothin’ but dangerous—slid across his face.

"Never had a man go down on you, huh?" he said, voice all low, like he was thinkin’ on it real serious. "Guess I’ll just have to show you how it’s done, then."

And Lord, did he.

He eased you back on them sheets, movin’ between your legs like he was walkin’ into church—slow, reverent, like he was approachin’ somethin’ sacred. His mouth? It was somethin’ else. Soft at first, lips pressin’ against your skin like he was makin’ sure every inch of you was worthy. That mouth of his? Multi-talented in ways that made you forget your own name.

He started with that spot—oh Lord, that spot. He licked and kissed, every part of it, slow and deep, until all you could do was close your eyes and hold on. And once he figured you out, once he knew what made you gasp and moan, he didn’t slow down. He couldn’t. Became obsessed, like his whole damn world revolved around learnin’ new ways to unravel you, just like he did when he played that old guitar of his. He played you, and he played you so damn well.

And you? You were helpless.

"Sammie, please… just a second, baby, please," you begged, hands on his head, tryin’ to pull him back for just a second, but he didn’t stop. Not even a little. His hands slid up to your hips, grippin’ tight to hold you in place, and he dived in deeper. Couldn’t even tell if he was breathin’ anymore, and at that point, you didn’t care. He kept at it, makin’ you feel things you ain’t never thought your body could feel, and all you could do was moan his name.

It had been hours. Most women would’ve tapped out by now, but you? You needed him. And then came that combo—his mouth and those fingers, movin’ like he was playin’ a song he knew by heart. He looked up at you, eyes locked on yours, mouth open, chest heaving, and you could barely catch your breath. Then, he slid two fingers in, slow but deep. You gasped, your body shudderin’, and Sammie just watched, smilin’ like he knew exactly what he was doin’.

And then he crook’d them fingers, hit that spot again, and you lost it. You were a mess.

“Yeahhhh, that’s it,” he growled, his voice rough like gravel, then ducked his head, suckin’ on your clit like he was tryin’ to drink you down.

Your legs buckled up on either side of his head, your hips jerked forward, and Sammie took it all in, keepin’ you just where he wanted you. He was shakin’ his head side to side, movin’ his fingers deeper, glidin’ against that spot that made you wanna scream. And you did scream—loud, so loud, like the whole world needed to hear you. But Sammie? He didn’t care. He wanted you loud. Wanted you broken. Wanted your pleasure to fill the room.

He could’ve kept you like that forever, if you’d let him.

Later that mornin’, you were in the kitchen, wearin’ nothin’ but one of Sammie’s old button-ups—soft and faded, like it’d seen better days but still smelled like him. You were makin’ breakfast, hummin’ a little tune to yourself, eggs crackin’ in the skillet, bacon sizzlin’.

You didn’t hear him at first, but you sure as hell felt him.

His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and his head tucked right under your chin, his breath hot against your skin.

“Good mornin’,” he rumbled, voice still heavy with sleep.

You turned your head, met his gaze, and that low, hungry look in his eyes was enough to make your heart skip. You looked at his lips, then back at his eyes, feelin’ a little caught.

But you stifled a laugh and turned back to the stove, seasonin’ the eggs with a little salt.

“S’pose you’re up early,” you said, just tryin’ to keep it cool, but Sammie? He wasn’t lettin’ you.

He corrected you before you could blink.

“You ain’t sayin’ good mornin’ to me like that, baby girl,” he said, his voice dropin’ deep like honey spillin’ slow. He squeezed your waist, hand goin’ up your throat, tiltin’ your head back like you was his favorite song. “You gonna say it right?”

You swallowed hard, caught in that stare of his, and nodded, barely able to breathe.

“Good mornin’, Sammie,” you whispered, voice catchin’ a little.

That was all he needed. He pulled you closer, kissed you hard—deep, slow, like he had all the time in the world. His tongue slipped into your mouth, slidin’ past your lips, demandin’ and patient, like he was takin’ what he wanted and what he was gonna have.

His hand slid up your thigh, tuggin’ at the hem of his shirt that draped over your body. You leaned into him, ready to let it all go.

Then, the smell of burnt bacon hit the air.

You snapped your head around, eyes flyin’ open.

“Sammie Moore!” you yelled, shovin’ at his chest. “Bacon is not cheap!”

You whipped around to turn off the stove, but by the time you caught your breath, Sammie was doubled over laughin’, his chest shakin’ with a grin so wide it lit up his whole face.

“Oh, it’s funny, is it?” you said, arms crossed over your chest. Your tone was playful but sharp, and Sammie knew it was time to straighten up. He stood tall, licked his lips slow like he was fixin’ to bite.

“No ma’am,” he said, voice low, his eyes wild with mischief. He walked over to you like a predator and pressed his hand down onto your hips, then slid it down to your ass, squeezin’ it firm.

“Let me make it up to you?” he asked, low and dangerous, the words almost like a challenge.

You didn’t say nothin’—just looked up at him, mouth dry, body already ready.

He smiled, just a little bit, and then he lifted you like you was weightless, set you up on the counter like you was the only thing worth anything in this whole damn world.

And before you knew it, Sammie was down on one knee in front of you, like he was about to propose to your pussy. Serious as hell.

He slid his hand up your leg, lookin’ up at you with that same greedy gaze that made your whole body ache.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, voice thick with lust.

You didn’t hesitate.

“Your mouth,” you said, your voice low and desperate.

Sammie grinned like you’d just handed him the keys to paradise.

And then he dived in.

He kissed and licked you, slow at first but gettin’ hungrier the longer he went. You were beggin’ him not to stop, hips rockin’ toward him, and Sammie just ate it all up, fingers workin’ in and out of you like he knew exactly what he was doin’.

He didn’t stop, not until you were ridin’ his face, legs locked around his shoulders, and you were callin’ his name in that broken, desperate way that only he could make you.

And Sammie? He just kept goin’. Full of your taste, full of your body, his beard slick and his chest wet from the work of it all.

In front of the forgotten eggs and burnt bacon? Hell, you were the only breakfast Sammie Moore needed.

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Heyyy yall! A little short something to hold yall over while I work on bigger plots 😏💕

Kisses to all of you who read and like it reblog or comment💕