#48th single

[lanadelnegan]

Wildest Dreams

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Song inspo: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Summary: Y/n's celebrity crush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, makes her dreams come true when she meets him at a bar after the walking dead comic con.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, *Jeffrey is single*, plot, smut, sexual tension, cursing, sex, oral, daddy-kink

This is my first attempt at fanfiction ever, ahhh! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

This can't be happening right now. I can't believe he's actually right there. I'm about to touch him.

"Well hello there." Jeffrey's smile widens as I approach his open arms. "What's your name, darlin'?"

"Y/n...Hi" I smile and let him wrap his arms around me.

"That is a beautiful name, y/n. You ready?"

"Yeah, but can we pose a different way though.. maybe looking at each other?" I ask, hoping he can't hear the nervousness in my voice.

"Absolutely, doll." He turns his body facing mine and gently places his fingers around my jawline, looking directly into my eyes and lifting my chin to meet his gaze. "Relax." His tone is soft but demanding.

The photographer counts to 3 but it feels like 10 because Jeffrey's hazel brown eyes are burning flames into mine. I swear this man is staring into my soul as if he can read every thought I've ever had about him. Including that one, because the left side of his mouth suddenly raises and he lets out a "negan-like" chuckle that only the two of us can hear.

I'm the first one to break away from our embrace and I can feel my cheeks redden as I take another glance at him. I make a mental note to never forget what he looks like in person and let my stare linger a little too long on his chest hair peeking out from his white t-shirt. His smirk grows wider and he leans down, putting his mouth next to my ear. "You... are adorable."

When he leans away, the smell of tobacco, leather, and sweet mint fills my lungs.

Even now as I sit in my car, his scent is burned into my nose and the front of my shirt.. I'll never wash it again. My eyes close and my head falls back against my driver's seat.

The rest of my evening is spent binge watching The Walking Dead -season 7 of course - and ordering too much room service. I should go out. I drove 3 hours to Austin, TX.. by myself, which is a big deal for me. I should at least explore the city while I'm here.

I shower and throw on some jean shorts and a cute top, pretending I'm not bothered by the fact that I just washed any trace of my parasocial boyfriend off of me. At least I have this. I hold the picture we took and study it for the 48th time today.

After google searching "nightlife in Austin", Sixth Street seems to be where it's at, so I head that way and although it's only 7 minutes away from my hotel, it takes me 30 to find parking. I have no clue where exactly I'm going or what I'm doing, but hell - I met Jeffrey Dean Morgan earlier. If I could do that, I could do anything. I apply some lip gloss and tell my anxiety to go fuck itself before climbing out of the car.

Bright neon signs from every building light up the street and I smile to myself at the couples holding hands walking past me. I browse around at my options for drinks - not food - because I destroyed $70 worth of room service earlier - and make out the faint sound of Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift coming from one of the pubs up ahead as if it's calling my name. "Shakespeare's." the old sign reads, and I know that's the one. I make my way into the mildly crowded pub, find a seat at the end of the bar, and don't waste any time ordering a drink.

I bring up the picture of Jeffrey and me on my phone and study it.. for the 49th time today. I'm lost in my thoughts when a deep voice fills my ear. "Shit. That is one handsome dude." He takes a seat next to me and orders himself a drink while I stare at him wide-eyed and unable to speak. Oh.. my god.

Jeffrey orders his drink and turns his body towards me slightly with that signature grin on his stupidly handsome face. He breaks the silence since my lips seem to be paralyzed at the moment.

"Tell me what you're thinking, y/n." ... he remembered my name.

"I'm thinking that there is no way this is real life right now." I grin and look around, trying to mentally focus on suppressing the redness in my cheeks.

He laughs as the bartender places his drink down. "Want me to pinch you?"

"You can do whatever you want to me." I say under my breath as I sip my drink, surprised by my liquid courage. If he heard me, he ignores it and I internally cringe at myself.

"Cheers, darlin'." We tap our drinks and I throw my head back to finish mine completely. I sense his gaze on me and turn to face him completely. "So.. What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He fires back.

"Apparently having a drink with my celebrity crush." I laugh and cringe again. I need to stop.

"Crush? Me?" sarcasm drips from his smirk as he sips on his whiskey. "Would have never guessed.. not with the way you were blushing like hell during our picture."

My mouth drops open. "I was not!"

"No? Lemme see then." He nods towards my phone in my lap.

I pause hesitantly before handing him my phone and unlocking it for him. Bad idea. Instead of looking at our picture, he clicks on the camera button and turns it to selfie mode. He raises my phone in front of us and leans into me. I'm caught off guard but quickly lean into him, our faces touching and I smile as cool, calm, and collected as I can be in this moment.

He snaps a couple pictures of us and looks at them. "We are fucking cute as shit." He shows me and I laugh.

He pulls some glasses out of his jacket pocket and slides them on his face while holding my phone. I watch him in awe as he takes it upon himself to browse through my phone. My heart drops when he goes to the home screen and sees himself as my wallpaper with cute little hearts and cherries surrounding him. Fuck.

I wait for his reaction but it doesn't faze him. And if it does, he says nothing. He stares at the screen a little longer then finally glances at me with a smirk before turning his attention back to my phone. His thumb presses the tiktok icon and I watch curiously. He's not seriously about to suggest we make a tiktok together. Ick.

Worse. Instead, he clicks on my favorites and multiple squares of his face pop up - edits of him. I almost reach for my phone, but part of me likes that he sees it. What is wrong with me.

He looks at me and raises his brow. For the first time all night, I don't blush when he looks at me and it seems to amuse him because he chuckles and looks back at my phone. He clicks on one of the edits and watches himself on top of another woman kissing her passionately. I watch it with him unashamedly. Before it ends, he suddenly clicks my screen off and hands me my phone back.

"Why did you save that?" he asks with a serious tone.

"Uh, I jus - I liked it." I shrug.

"You like watching me make love to women?"

I laugh to myself. "Uhhh. Yeah, I guess so."

He pauses and stares at me, this time with a serious expression. "Do you wish it was you?"

My eyes widen and I open my mouth to answer but no words come out.

He stands and puts his jacket on. Oh great, I scared him. Good job y/n.

"Let's go." He throws a $100 on the bar and motions for me to stand up too.

I'm obviously not going to question this man. If he tells me to bark, I'll bark. I almost faint when I feel his big palm firmly placed right above my backside as we're leaving.

We exit the bar with our heads down as we quickly walk to his car. He opens the passenger side and I get in, waiting for him to appear on the other side. Leather, mint, and tobacco fill my lungs and I'm gone once again.

I'm so lost in my head that I don't even notice that he's already in the driver's seat. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Don't ask me that. I don't even know anymore." My answer amuses him and he drives a few blocks away to one of the "rich" hotels. The entire ride over is awkward silence with the exception of Jeffrey blowing puffs of cigarette smoke towards the crack in his window every few moments.

"Y/n." He puts the car in park and turns towards me while flicking his cigarette out the window and rolling it up. "At any point tonight if you want to leave or.. you.. want me to stop, I need you to tell me, okay?"

I look at him and his face is the most serious I've seen it all day.

"Okay." I whisper.

"Come here." Is all he says before I'm leaned towards him over the middle console and so close to his face that our noses are touching. I wait for him to make the move but he doesn't. He looks down at my lips and sighs. "Fuck. I'm not going to kiss you."

I back away a little, feeling embarrassed before he continues explaining. He brings me back closer to him and his hand caresses my cheek. "I need you to understand that tonight is a one time thing, y/n. You.. you can't catch anymore feelings for me than you already have, okay? I'm going to make you feel good, but I'm not going to break your heart in the process."

The smell of his minty cigarette breath tempts me and I have to mentally restrain myself from not crashing into this man's lips. But I just nod instead.

"Good girl." Is all he says before he gets out of the car and comes around to open my door.

The way up to his room is quick and discreet. It's 11pm so we only pass two people on the way up and they didn't seem to recognize him. Even his hotel room is already filled with his signature scent, minus the tobacco.

"Would you like to stay the night with me, y/n?"

"Um, obviously. Are you kidding? ..Yes, I'd love to." I laugh and look around his room.

The lights are off, but the room is bright enough with the city lights shining through the windows. I fall into the bed dramatically on the side closest to the window.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower. Make yourself comfortable, okay?" he grins before closing the bathroom door. I stare back at the closed door and imagine what he looks like getting undressed behind it.

I glance around the large room and notice his phone sitting on the nightstand next to "his side" of the bed. He went through mine.. so it's only fair if I -

I reach over and grab his phone. 042266. I type in his birthdate and the phone locks. I laugh to myself. Too easy, old man.

There's a recent text message from.. my number? I click it and the picture he took of us at the bar pops up. And another one - our picture we took at comic con. He sent them to himself.

I don't want to intrude on his personal business too much, so instead I open his camera and take some goofy selfies. The bathroom door opens while I'm mid tongue out. He stops and stares at me as I slowly set his phone down on the bed. I shrug at him and he shakes his head a little and laughs. He appears in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. I turn my gaze away before I get carried away and my eyes get permanently glued to his torso.

"It's okay, y/n. You can look at me. In fact, I want you to."

I look back at him and don't even bother hiding how hard I'm checking him out now. I observe every hair on his chest and my eyes travel south until I'm imagining what he looks like under the towel. A lucky water drop runs down his flat stomach and disappears and I'm hoping the drool I just felt run down my chin was just my imagination. He walks slowly over to my side of the bed and stands next to me.

"You ready to find out what my cock looks like, y/n?"

If I was drinking water right now, I would have just spit it out all over him. I nod and he drops the towel. His cock springs free and I stare at it in awe. He's about 7-8 inches of thick perfection and I've never seen something so hot in my life. He looks down at himself, a proud smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me one of your fantasies, y/n. We're not doing anything tonight that you haven't already thought about."

"I - well, one of them is.. putting it in my mouth." I look up at him innocently.

"What are you waiting for, then?"

I get up and push him gently for him to sit on the bed, then get on my knees in between his legs. If I weren't still buzzing from the drinks earlier, there is no way I'd have the confidence to do this.

He leans back slightly with his hands on either side of him on the bed and looks down at me through lust filled hazel eyes.

"It's all yours baby." He smiles and tucks his bottom lip under his teeth.

I slowly take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him - like man and fresh leather soap. I groan around him as I take him further and the growl that escapes his throat encourages me to take him as far in the back of my throat as I can.

"Fuuuck baby." His deep voice strains and I watch as his head fall back with pleasure. I continue steadily sucking him and stroking where my throat won't reach. His moans grow louder with each time he hits the back of my throat.

He suddenly thrusts his hips up slightly, causing me to gag and jolt back a little.

"Goddamn it, y/n. You are not making me cum yet." He hanks my hair back and his cock pops out of my mouth and stands strong against his stomach. It's big and wet and throbbing, and my legs clench together and the sight of him.

I stand up and take my shirt off, then my bra. Then slowly slide my shorts and panties down while facing away from him. A satisfied moan escapes his lips and he wastes no time grabbing me and throwing me on the bed. He positions me until my head is on the bed and my ass in the air before I feel his cock press against my soaked pussy from behind. He rubs himself against my wet slit until I'm whimpering and begging him to put it in me.

"Beg for me, baby." He slaps my ass and the sensation causes me to jump a little.

"Please, Jeffrey. I need you. Please."

"Baby, now I know that's not what you call me in your fantasies, is it?" Another slap to my bare ass makes me yelp.

"Daddy.. please!"

His dark chuckle fills the room and every one of my senses is on fire. His scent, his voice, his dick all surround me until I'm crying and pleading for this man to ruin me. "Please daddy, I need you. Please."

"Sorry, princess. I'm taking my time with you." He flips me over suddenly until I'm laying flat on my back. His knees push mine apart, signaling me to spread open for him until he positions himself above me. He leans over me until our faces are inches apart.

My hands roam over his lean body and scratch his back lightly as his lips travel down my neck. His hard cock slides back and forth between my slit and it feels too good every time it brushes my sensitive clit.

"Goddamn, you are soaking my fucking cock and I haven't even put it inside you yet, baby." he groans and bites my nipple gently before taking it into his mouth and sucking so hard it hurts.

He finally leans up, sitting on his knees, and positions his cock right at my entrance.

"Was I or gentle or rough in your fantasies?" He rubs the head against my clit before sliding it back down. My pussy is weeping for him at this point.

"Rough.. please." I choke out.

"Please.. what?" He growls.

"Please daddy!"

He chuckles. "You want it rough baby?" I nod and a tear runs down my cheek at how bad I need him.

"Be careful what you ask for." In one motion, he enters me fully, causing me to scream out at the sudden sensation. My body feels like it was just completely ripped in half, and I wouldn't want it any other way so I cry out for him to do it again. He smirks before pulling out all the way and ramming himself back in.

He starts thrusting at a steady pace and I concentrate on the way his balls feel slapping against me.

Even more tears fall from my face from the extreme emotions he's making me feel. Horny, desperate, obsessed, in.. love.

Fuck.

"Baby. Why are you crying?" He slows his pace and leans over me, assessing my eyes.

"I - I don't know. I - I just.."

"You want me to stop?" his voice is filled with lust and concern.

"No! .. No, don't stop. I just.."

I love you.

"I want it slower." I lie.

"Y/n.. I know you better than that already." He says gently as he thrusts into me deep and agonizingly slow. His lips brush over my ear. "Tell me, baby." He kisses my neck before grabbing my jaw firmly and looking for answers in my eyes. "Tell me, y/n, or I'm stopping."

I close my eyes and blurt out before I can stop myself. "I - I think I love you."

Jeffrey's expression falls serious and he looks back and forth between my eyes while slowly releasing my jaw. His head drops and his eyes close as if he just got slapped, but he continues fucking me.

"Goddamn it, y/n... I told you.. I told you not to catch feelings."

I just stare at him and cry. "I'm sorry."

He closes his eyes again tightly as if contemplating what he should do next. Before I can say anything else, his lips crash against mine. I kiss him back passionately and his tongue slips into my mouth. He picks up the pace with our kiss and his hips and I moan into his mouth.

"Fuck, baby. What am I gonna do with you?" his breathing grows faster and heavier with mine.

"Jeffrey.. fuck, I'm - I'm."

"Cum for me, baby." He growls and quickens his thrusts again.

I scream out for him and he moans into my neck.

"Jeffrey.. you know what else I fantasize about?" I ask him while trying to catch my breath.

"What's that, baby?" His balls slap against me over and over and over.

"What you taste like when you cum."

He lifts his head to look at me and paints a devilish grin across his face. "Yeah? You want me to cum in that pretty mouth, baby?"

I nod without question. I've dreamt about what this man tastes like for so long. If this is our one and only night together, I need to know.

"Fuck." He pulls out of me and leans back on his knees, bringing my head with him as his fingers tightly grip my hair.

"You ready, baby? Open up." His voice is deep and hoarse as he moans out and I swear I've never heard a man sound as sexy as he does right now.

His warm, salty cum fills my throat and I greedily swallow every drop of him, licking his tip until he's completely drained.

"Holyyy shit. Look at my dirty girl." He grins down at me and strokes my hair like he's proud.

He drops down in the bed and holds his arm out for me to lay next to him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his rapid heart beat. A few minutes pass and I'm hoping he forgot about my little comment earlier. Well - big comment. I can't believe I told him I love him. I mean, I do love him and I think I have for awhile now, but why did I have to be a psycho and tell him that.

He finally breaks the silence. "Y/n.. We have to talk about it."

I sigh. Here it goes. "I know.. listen.. I didn't mean it. Obviously, I barely know you. I was caught up in the moment and I was just.. emotional. I promise I'm - I'm not crazy. I know this is a one time thing and I'm okay with that."

"Hmph." I feel his chest rise a little and he sighs. I lift my head up to look at him and he smiles wide at me before kissing my lips.

"That's too bad y/n.. Cause I was thinking we could do this again tomorrow."

The End.

If you read this, thank you so much. This is my first time writing fanfiction, so pls be nice. If you hate it, I'll cry. :') Xo,kb.

[mydaddywiki]

Mike Kehoe

Physique: Average Build Height: 6′ 1″ (1.85 m)

Michael Leo Kehoe (born January 17, 1962) is an American politician. A Republican, he serves as the 48th lieutenant governor of Missouri, having been in office since June 18, 2018. Kehoe previously served in the Missouri Senate, representing the state's 6th senatorial district, and served as Majority Leader from 2015 to 2018. On June 18, 2018, Governor Mike Parson appointed Kehoe as Missouri's lieutenant governor. Both Parson and Kehoe were elected to a full term in 2020.

Ruggedly handsome, Kehoe reminds me of President Lyndon Johnson as he too carries that big dick energy.

Kehoe was born and raised in the St. Louis area by his single-parent mother. The youngest of six children, his father left the family when he was only one year old. At age 15, Mike started working at a dealership to , eventually becoming the New Truck Sales Manager at the age of 23. A couple of years later, he ended up buying a struggling company, Osage Industries, a van conversion and ambulance manufacturing company in Linn, Missouri. Over a five-year period, the company doubled in size and is now one of the largest ambulance manufacturers in the world.

After selling Osage Industries in 1992, he purchased an auto dealership in Jefferson City, Missouri, but sold it shortly after entering politics.

Mike and his wife, Claudia, are proud parents of four children. Lets see what else I can find out about him. Mike is a champion cutting horse rider and a successful cattle farmer on a 700 acre farm in Phelps and Pulaski Counties. Nice to know he's a champion in riding as that could translate to the bedroom.

[verity-hollow]

Broken Tooth

There is a flaw in your machinery. Among the myriad cogs and gears that make up what your Witch calls "you", one gear has a broken tooth. A single warped protrusion among forty eight otherwise perfect and identical teeth. A consequence of the mishandling of previous owners. You asked your Witch to repair you, to make you whole.

She told you that the damage can't be fixed. The cog itself can't be repaired, the join would be too brittle, and the affixed metal would fall into your machinery, a ripe candidate to jam your workings. The gear is also too close to your mainspring to be replaced. She would have to silence your core too long to exchange the component, and She won't risk Her doll's existence for the repair, you are too precious to Her for that chance. You are left with no choice but to live with the damage. Every 48th heartbeat softly flutters as you twitch. Every 48th step stumbles. Every 48th breath quietly rasps. You learn the pattern, and dread each finished cycle that will betray your flaw, shaming your Witch.

But in bed in the small hours of night, you feel your Witch squeeze you tighter with every shiver, every raspy breath. To Her, your broken part is not a source of shame. It is what makes Her doll like no other Witch's. An endearing quirk of her favorite toy. She wouldn't dare lose you over this. To Her, that broken tooth is just another cherished piece of the many components that makes up what she calls "her wonderful doll".

[trollmaiden]

With the economy in shambles it’s hard to buy yourself a new home, well don’t worry because I got the home for you!

No paperwork! No Lying! No refunds!

7357 64th Lilac road BT 56537

1 Bed, 1 Bath, 1 Foot,

This open concept is perfect for a single dime sized person or a random chipmunk, you choose! This cozy den sits on the Edge of the Bright Tree Court and right beside a summertime spring, we will not be held responsible if a bored noble Kicks your home across the forest or for any other kinds of damages that occur.

Price : water collected from the inside of a geode or crystal

5834 48th Stump Rot 107

7 ? bed, 9 ? bath, and 1 mushroom ring,

This spacious abode is perfect for those who love to host and it even comes with it’s own natural aroma of moss, wet dirt, and decaying wood. Under the home is a long and complex tunnel system which includes some strange creature that sings Lady Gaga songs upon being offered a bowl of porridge, the map for the tunnel is not included in the purchase.

Price : the beating heart of a oak tree, ice that never melts, and a Man without folly

82766 73rd Magenta Ave apartment 04

1 room, 2 bees,

If you’re here for the hustle and bustle of life you’ll be at home staying here, to your north is the Court of the glass winged Queen Alfhild the gracious, to your east is a goblin market, in the west there’s a spirit Halloween except for the month of October and sometimes November, and finally down south there is a fox that offers free rides in exchange for gossip.

Price : find the answer to my riddle

What lives in both wine and bread? What speaks without a mouth? and What blooms during death?

53881 25th Dickcissel Rd apartment 13

2 bed, 1 Bath,

A comfortable fit for new parents, It’s not just a apartment, it’s a community. There’s plenty of sweet smelling flowers that bloom for spring till early autumn, there is also a public bird bath with a wonderful view, If a serpent or squirrel devours your eggs you can’t cursed us or any of our descendants.

Price : your most beautiful Feature

1263 274th Brook vile 739

1 room,

It might be tight but it sure is cozy! There is a pond not too far away and following the dirt trail will lead you to your new neighbors, Mr and Mrs tuftear who own a bookshop, and Miss Dormouse, who will share her garden with you as long as you eat dinner at her place every once in awhile and are nice to her thirty five grandchildren

Price : you have to marry Bogus, he is a very respectable and talented young man who will treat you right,

[jules-writes-stories]

👏👏 That's two compliments for you

🐶 Then one for someone else

PLUS

Pick two Eris Week game prompts you haven't answered yet!!

Hi anon! Ok, here goes:

👏 compliment 1: I am finally able to imagine ACOTAR characters in modern AUs!

👏 compliment 2: I have finally stopped describing how beautiful Eris is while writing in his POV 😆 (Thanks @pippsmcgee for that).

🐶 One for someone else: @mistandmemories Eris Week chapter looks amazing and I cannot wait. Look at her mood board here. Also, I got a little sneak peek at @the-darkestminds Eris Week fics and I am just in awe of this fandom's talent!

Pick two Eris Week game prompts you haven't answered yet!

I did them all (I think?) except this one, so I will answer this twice!

✏️ ⇢ Add 50 words to your current Eris wip and share the paragraph here. Or spend 20 min working on your art / moodboard / poetry etc and share a sneak peek.

Monster | Eris Week | Healing & Betrayal | Day 3

✏️ ⇢ Add 50 words to your current Eris wip and share the paragraph here. Or spend 20 min working on your art / moodboard / poetry etc and share a sneak peek.

The Night Court Lounge | Tribeca NYC | Eris Week Day 6

Eris wanted to take this man home. Wanted to spread his body out beneath his own and press his lips along every single curve and angle. Would Azriel let Eris tie him up? The man’s golden brown skin and sleek, lean muscles would look beautiful wrapped in red silken ropes. 

Instead, he coolly asked, “Where do you live?”  

Azriel hesitated. “You can just drop me at Port Authority.”

Eris barked out a laugh. “So you either live in the bus station, or you think I’m going to return to your home to murder you.” 

Azriel’s face was flushed. “Fine. I live on 48th, between 9th and 10th Avenue. 

Eris hummed. “The bat dwells in Hell’s Kitchen. How fitting.”

[crimethinc]

January 28 is the birthday of our friend Jen Angel, who passed away last year. Her life stands as a testimony to how much a single person can accomplish in the fields of publishing and organizing just by patiently, persistently applying herself to projects and supporting those around her.

Here is the eulogy we wrote about Jen's life:

https://crimethinc.com/jenangel

A year ago, on her 48th birthday, Jen posted these lines from Mary Oliver:

"Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?”

[thefloatingwriter]

I'd adore more of your wiress and beetee hcs if you had any more to share maybe

thank you so much for this ask anon i love any excuse to talk about them. i can’t tell if you want just beetee and wiress or them separately but i’ll give you both because i have lots of thoughts.

Beetee:

he was born on july 23rd, 21 ADD.

he has five siblings, two brothers and three sisters. he’s the oldest. in order they are: adeline (six years younger), roent (eight years younger), tera and ruther (ten years younger), and dayta (thirteen years younger).

he grew up really poor, his family barely making ends meet. his father died when he was fourteen and his mother kind of lost herself after that.

because of that, he became his siblings only real parental figure when he was really young.

his favorite color is blue.

he won the 40th at nineteen. it was the oldest a victor ever was at the time of their victory.

he dismantled an old computer he found in the trash and then put it back together when he was six.

he’s either still up at three in the morning or is out at nine pm. there’s no in between.

he also wakes up really early every single morning. wiress thinks he’s insane.

he’s actually pretty tall.

he knows how to ice skate.

he prefers cold weather over warm weather.

he loves the snow.

he’s a dog person.

he’s really good with kids.

Wiress:

she was born on november 6th, 29 ADD.

she has an older sister named barbara (four years older).

she’s polish and her last name is lisiecki.

she’s an acrobat and singer.

her family was richer than most residents of three. her father was a software developer until he passed (i have a lot of dead dads in my hcs). her mother ran a sort of theatre group/circus to entertain capitol and three citizens. it’s where wiress learned acrobatics.

her hair is naturally curly.

she won the 48th when she was eighteen.

she’s really good with crowds but hates one-on-one talking.

her favorite color is lilac.

she had a cat before she won named fleur. fleur went on to have three kittens named iris, leni, and luna.

she loves the smell of lavender.

she is not a morning person at all. she can barely function in the mornings.

she loves both coffee and tea.

she has a giant sweet tooth.

she cannot cook. like seriously. last time she tried she started a fire and almost burnt her house down.

she was always a naturally curious person. as a child she snuck into the woods surrounding three and took walks for hours. it scared her mother senseless every time she up and disappeared and she always sent barbara out to go find her.

her district token was a woven purple bracelet her sister made for her when she was younger.

Wiress and Beetee:

this is basically canon but they can talk with their eyes/just understand each other without saying anything. the other victors have made a game out of figuring out what they’re talking about.

beetee’s token was his glasses for both of his games, so for the 75th he took his wedding band and added two silver stripes on the sides out of the metal.

most of the victors have absolutely no idea what their relationship is. like some of them think they’re just really good friends, some of them think they’re dating casually, and some are like, “no they’ve been married for a decade.”

he was her mentor. the 48th was the only year where both tributes were from “richer families” (i.e. three’s version of merchant families). atlas, the other victor from three, came from a merchant family but beetee didn’t and there’s a lot of animosity between the poorer and richer people in three (similar to twelve but if like everyone acted like mrs. mellark) so he was really worried that wiress was going to be rude or disrespectful. and then he meets the sweetest eighteen year old he’s ever met who sings for fun and hums to herself when she’s anxious. safe to say he was surprised.

beetee really hates explaining stuff so when wiress comes along they can sometimes forget they have to explain stuff to people and they won’t get it if they give them The Look even though they both get what that means. they don’t even mean to but they can be hanging out with anyone and make them feel like they’re third-wheeling.

bonus:

Beetee adjusts his glasses as he squints at the computer in front of him. “Our brains are made of the same wires.”

Wiress looks over at him, a small smile playing on her lips. “That’s genuinely the most romantic thing you have ever said to me.”

(this is 100% going in a fic but why do i have the best ideas for random lines at one in the morning like why can’t inspiration hit at a normal time ffs)

sorry this took a minute for me to post <3 i hope you like these! anyway, again anon ilysm for this ask seriously i love love love talking about them.

[pinturas-gran-guerra-aire]

1918 04 Remember me - Russell Smith

Remember Me? depicts a hypothetical but plausible encounter between and Bristol F2.b of 48th Squadron, RAF and a Fokker Dr.1 triplane piloted by Leutnant d. R. Friedrich "Fritz" Kempf of Jasta 2 (Boelcke). The scene depicts Kempf zooming up and past the Bristol, catching the crew by surprise. The client was fairly specific about the attitudes and positions of the aircraft, but he left the overall composition and the choice of Bristol markings up to me.The Bristol Fighter was a maneuverable, heavily armed two-seater biplane, and one of the most successful fighters of the war. It got off to a poor start during "Bloody April" when it was introduced to the Western Front by the inexperienced pilots. Believing that the aircraft was structurally weak, pilots avoided violent maneuvers during combat. It was soon realized, however, that the Bristol fighter was actually a very sturdy aircraft that could be maneuvered as if it were a single seat fighter with rear protection. Bristol crews met with great success by using their aircraft in that capacity. By the end of the war over 240 pilots and gunners achieved ace status in the type. My choice of markings for this particular Bristol was personal. Growing up in SC I often attended the Shawfest airshow at Shaw Air Force Base located in Sumter. In my 20’s, as a budding aviation artist, I donated a painting to the 20th Fighter Wing which was based at Shaw AFB at the time. For those reasons I have had long felt a familiar connection to Shaw AFB. A few years back, though that connection became very personal. While doing some research on Ancestry I found that I had a great great grandfather who was a Shaw and who was born in Sumter, SC. I knew immediately there had to be a connection to Shaw AFB. After further research I came to find that Shaw AFB was named after 1st Lt. Ervin David “Molly” Shaw, the first Sumterite killed in the WWI & the only Sumter Aviator to die in combat. Shaw served with the 48th Squadron, RAF, British Expeditionary Force. In combat, he is credited with shooting down two enemy aircraft. On July 9, 1918, well behind enemy lines on a scouting mission, he and his British observer were greatly outnumbered by enemy scout planes and they perished in battle. They were flying Bristol F2b B-1113 at the time. As it turns out, 1st Lt. Ervin David Shaw, after whom Shaw AFB is named, was my great-grandmother’s cousin!Frederich "Fritz" Kempf was born in May 1894 in Freiburg in the town of Breisgau in the southwest of Baden-Württemberg. At age 19, he joined infantry in October 1913 and by August of the following year was promoted to Unteroffizier . After being wounded in battle and a lengthy hospital stay he applied for a transfer to the Luftstreitkraefte. Once accepted he arrived at FEA 3 in Gotha on May 6, 1915. He was then sent back to Freiburg to complete training and then on to FEA 9 at Darmstadt at the end of November 1915. In March 1917, after serving with various aviation units, he received the Iron Cross 1st Class and joined Jasta 2 "Boelcke". He scored his first victory on 29 April - a BE2c near Le Pave. His second was a Sopwith Pup on 5 June at Masnieres, then the 3rd was a Camel on 20 Oct. at Gravenstafel.He was sent to Jasta-Schule I as an instructor , returning to Jasta Boelcke in January 1918. On 8 May he scored his fourth victory, a Camel west of Steenwerke. He returned to Jasta-Schule I in August 1918 where he served until the end of the war. Although he only had 4 victories to his credit at war’s end, Kempf was none the less a respected and valued member of Jasta Boelcke. He died in August 1966.Of the aircraft that Fritz Kempf flew during his wartime career, perhaps the most recognizable were a pair of Fokker Dr.1 triplanes which carried similar

[freebirdyance]

Obviously, the Graves keep a very close eye on Yancy Berlusconi.

Obviously.

No one else in the family was as naive as Ace, and they wouldn't let a man, no matter how powerful or useful, hurt their darling flower.

Still, the city is enormous, and it's impossible to keep eyes on Yancy every single hour of the day. The mob boss would notice, of course, if there was somebody tailing him. They wouldn't approve of someone who wouldn't.

One car crash amongst hundreds is beneath their notice. Still, the systems make a note of it, since it happens inside their territory, near the border with the Berlusconis. Side collision, there appear to be no casualties. Let the police handle things.

Ace sighs, a little bored, looking out the window of the car as it travels down the street. He's all alone, bodyguards excluded: Adrian is busy and Yancy too. No one to go get ice cream with him.

[text: yancy 💙]: is your meeting over yet?

[text: yancy 💙]: are you sure you can't come? i promise it will only be fifteen minutes!

[text: yancy 💙]: please?

Yeah, a car crash. Some dickhead in a giant truck ran a red light and crashed right into a fancy black Escalade. No other cars involved. No casualties.

Well, one unknown to anyone outside Yancy's car. He's still roiling with rage over that little tidbit.

He doesn't feel his phone buzz in his pocket, and he really doesn't want to fucking message Adrian about this but... unfortunately, he's skyrocketed up to the top of the list of people that won't kill Yancy today. Probably.

He'll send a text.

[Bag of Dicks: someone's trying to kill me downtown. 48th and Sunwell. Dunno who to trust. Pinned down. I'll fucking owe you big time.]

Fuck. Ace. He can't... if he hears him scared and freaking out, Yancy doesn't know what he will do. Voice message it is.

"Baby, there's nothing more I'd love to do than get ice cream with you. I'm a little tied up at the moment. I... I promise I'll make it up to you. Listen... I love you. With everythin' I am. You're too good for me, way too good, and I-I know that, but..." He lets out a pained breath, shaking his head and instantly regretting it as everything spins. This is sounding too final. "I'll see you soon, alright? Love you."

[hotarutranslations]

Durable!

Evening

Even after this 3 day weekend, As expected, I don't have any muscle pain at all,

Its become like, am I too durable..?🥹🥹 lol

But after work I get sleepy and end up going to sleep,

Today I thought about writing, about Rockin' again but, Please let me write about it again next time

..This is just a blog to say that🥱

It got cold all at once, right

Autumn is flowing in..🍁🍂 Its alright autumn..🍁🍂

Lets have the most fun autumn🍁🍂

Take care to not catch a cold now that summer is over!

Beloved Kajisak Channel-san

Thank you very much for the ceremonial pitch, at Rakuten Mobile Park Miyagi⚾️

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[lboogie1906]

Joe Lewis Thomas (July 5, 1973) known mononymously as Joe is a singer, songwriter, and record producer. Raised in Opelika, Alabama, he relocated to New Jersey, and in 1992 he signed a record deal with Polygram Records. He rose to prominence after releasing his debut album Everything the following year. He followed it with a series of successful albums under Jive Records, including All That I Am (1997), the international bestseller My Name Is Joe (2000) as well as the multi-certified albums Better Days (2001) and And Then... (2003). Several songs from these albums became hit singles on the pop and R&B record charts, including the #1 hit “Stutter”, the top ten entries “All the Things (Your Man Won’t Do)”, “Don’t Wanna Be a Player”, and “I Wanna Know” as well as his collaborations “Faded Pictures”, “Thank God I Found You” and “Still Not a Player”.

He was born in Columbus, Georgia, and was the child of evangelist preachers. He moved to Opelika, Alabama during his formative years and graduated from Opelika High School.

He released most of his projects independently through ventures with Kedar Massenburg and Plaid Takeover Entertainment. His twelfth album My Name Is Joe Thomas became his eleventh album to score a top five-placing on Billboard’s Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart, while lead single “So I Can Have You Back” became his fourth #1 hit on the Adult R&B Songs chart over three consecutive decades (1990s, 2000s, and 2010s). In 2010, Billboard listed Joe at 48th on its list of the Top 50 R&B and Hip Hop Artists of the past 25 years. An ASCAP Award recipient for his song “I Wanna Know”, he is a seven-time Grammy Award nominee and has been nominated for numerous other awards and accolades, including a BET Award, an NAACP Image Award, and four Soul Train Music Awards. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[tsnship]

TSN tour with Jesse & Andrew

*Doing some notes and collecting the interviews and videos. Still ongoing.

2009

2010/07/01

[PIC] The Social Network Press Conference in Mexico

[VID] The Social Network: Jesse Eisenberg, Andrew Garfield and Justin Timberlake - Buzzine Interviews

2010/09/11

[PIC] 2010 MTV Video Music Awards | Arrivals & Show

[VID] Эн��рю, Джесси и Джастин на церемении награждения MTV Video Music Awards 2010

2010/09/23

[PIC] 48th New York Film Festival "The Social Network" After Party

2010/09/24

[PIC] 2010 New York Film Festival

2010/09/??

[AUDIO] THE SOCIAL NETWORK Press Conference

2010/09/29

[VID] The Social Network: Cast Interview | Entertainment Weekly (Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5)

Andrew: He(Jesse) had to repress a lot of his sexiness as well, which I think he found very difficult.

Jesse: I thought it was a great failure. The repression.

Andrew: It’s okay.

Jesse: Nearly worked. But um...

Andrew: Sue me.

[VID] A Conversation With Jesse Eisenberg

[VID] A Conversation With Andrew Garfield

Andrew (on Eduardo’s relationship with Mark in this film): ...So to me, Jesse had to be the person that I would never expect it for. And that was incredibly easy. As soon as I met him, I fell in love with him. I projected every single one of those things onto him, because he’s...you know, he’s so vulnerable as a human being and he’s so kind of open, and just wildly funny, and his way of seeing the world is so unique. And that was another aspect, I had to be in awe of him. I had to support him, support his genius, and to be protective of him and want him for myself. To, to be his boyfriend, really, in every way but a sexual way. So that was...It was all very very easy because I think Jesse is a genius. I think he is brilliantly inteligent, brilliantly funny, intuitive, sensitive. But yeah, he has this incredible innocence and naivety about him in terms of the people that he meets constantly and the way that he sees the world. So, you know, it was very very easy for me to wanna spend every moment of every day with him and steal ideas from him. I love being around incredibly creative and gifted people. I don't want to get too jealous. I usually want to just be in all of those people and wanna just feed of the energy that they create. So that was a piece of cake to fall in love with Jesse.

2010/10/01

[VID] Jesse, Andrew and Justin - "The View" (2010)

[VID] MTV Filmmaker Roundtable: Part I

Interviewer: How many friends do you have (on Facebook page)?

Andrew: Oh, I’m not going to go into personal things but um...

Jesse: But six.

[VID] MTV Filmmaker Roundtable: Part II

[VID] MTV Filmmaker Roundtable FULL version in HD (made by weibo user KuriharaAyako)

2010/10/02

[PIC] 'The Social Network' Paris Premiere & Photocall

2010/10/04

[PIC] 'The Social Network' Photocall in Berlin

2010/10/05

[PIC] 'The Social Network' Premiere in Madrid | 1 & 2

2010/10/06

[PIC] 'The Social Network' Photocall in Madrid | 1 & 2 & 3

2010/10/07

[PIC] The Social Network Photocall in London

2010/10/09

[PIC] Jesse Eisenberg and Andrew Garfield talk ‘The Social Network’ on Radio 1

[VID]  Jesse Eisenberg, Andrew Garfield & Justin Timberlake: T4 | Part 1 & 2

2010/10/23

[VID] 'The Social Network' | Unscripted | Justin Timberlake, Jesse Eisenberg, Andrew Garfield

Jesse to Justin: How did you fall in love with me on camera and off?

Andrew：*alert*

[VID] 'The Social Network' Unscripted Bonus Clip - Andrew on Working With Jesse

Andrew to Jesse: There’s something about your face that kind of um...engenders...kind of...a well of...joy...springs um...from my soul.

Justin：*wtf*

[VID] 'The Social Network' Unscripted Bonus Clip - Jesse Speaks About Filming the Movie

Jesse: We had a great time on set. Everybody we worked with was lovely...with one exception.

Andrew: Who was that? Justin?

Jesse: I don’t remember.

2010/10/24

[PIC] 14th Annual Hollywood Awards Gala | Show & Backstage

2010/11/04

[PIC] AFI FEST 2010 Presented By Audi | Los Angeles Times "Young Hollywood" Roundtable

[VID] L.A. Times Young Hollywood Roundtable Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Interviewer: Is it important to you to feel that connection with the character you’re playing? Do you often get that involved with them?

Jesse: Yeah. My favourite thing to do is like improvising character as rehearsal. Andrew and I...(To Andrew) Remember we did that fun thing and we...we...Remember that? Do you remember?

Andrew: Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that thing!

Jesse: Andrew remembers this time that we, uh, we had a very long conversation. You remember? And it was like in character and it was so much fun. With you.

Andrew: Which one?

Jesse: Remember in the room? Remember in the room at the table?

Andrew: Oh, yeah, yeah. The table room.

Jesse: Yeah. You were sitting...

[VID] uploaded by user Up and Comers:

Andrew Garfield on whose career he would like to emulate

Jesse Eisenberg on what made him think he could act for a living

Jesse Eisenberg and Andrew Garfield on playing real people

Jesse Eisenberg on what Mark Zuckerberg thought of The Social Network

Andrew Garfield on David Fincher's shooting style

Carey Mulligan and Andrew Garfield on what keeps their jobs exciting

2010/11/13

[PIC] Academy Of Motion Pictures Arts And Sciences Presents 2nd Annual Governors Awards

[VID] Jesse Eisenberg & Andrew Garfield - Governors Awards

2011/01/05

[PIC] Sony Pictures Home Entertainment's "The Social Network" Blu-ray & DVD Launch Event

2011/01/07

[PIC] 22nd Annual Palm Springs International Film Festival Awards Gala | Ballroom & Presentation & Backstage

2011/01/10

[PIC] 2011 National Board of Review of Motion Pictures Gala | Inside Arrivals & Outside Arrivals

[NEWS] Jesse Eisenberg and Andrew Garfield at the NBR Awards

The Social Network’s Jesse Eisenberg and Andrew Garfield answered questions together on the red carpet at the National Board of Review Awards earlier this week, and they were delightful while doing so. Here’s some solid banter just about what kind of phones they have.

“I send everything by carrier pigeon,” Eisenberg told us. “But it’s Verizon. Verizon carrier pigeon. And what is the deal with Verizon carrier pigeon service? Like, I take my carrier pigeon down to the subway, and it’s just gone. Off the map. [Laughs.]”

“It goes and hangs out with its friends, the other pigeons,” Garfield chimed in. “There are pigeons in the subway, right?”

Eisenberg: “Right.”

2011/01/11

[VID] Aaron Sorkin + TSN Cast on Today Show

(Interviewer showed a page of newspaper with title THE BEST PICTURE OF THIS YEAR and there were medias’ names all over Jesse’s picture.)

Andrew: Jesse’s body is the best picture of all.

2011/01/14

[PIC] 16th Annual Critics' Choice Movie Awards

[VID] 美国影评人选择奖 社交网络

[VID] 'Social Network' team back stage at the Critics' Choice Awards

[VID]  Social Network Kevin Spacey, Jesse Eisenberg, Andrew Garfield, Justin Timberlake in LA

2011/01/15

[PIC] Sony Pictures Classic 68th Annual Golden Globe Awards Party

2011/01/16

[PIC] 68th Annual Golden Globe Awards

2011/01/29

[PIC] 17th Annual Screen Actors Guild Awards

2011/02/13

[PIC] British Academy Film Awards Winners Boards | 1 & 2

[VID] Jesse Eisenberg & Andrew Garfield accepting BAFTA Award for Director

Andrew: Oh, yeah, I'm gonna say something first...

Jesse: Okay. I'll go second.

2011/05/06

[PIC] New York City

[girlactionfigure]

September 12th legacies: Matt, Carl, Rebecca and Marc Asaro Hero father: Carl Asaro Sr.

Rebecca was 9 when her dad — along with every member of the 15-man shift at Midtown’s Engine 54/Ladder 4/Battalion 9 — was killed on 9/11. It was the heaviest loss of life suffered by any single firehouse that day.

“We never found my dad, so there was never really closure for us,” she said.

Today, all four of the firefighting Asaros serve in Manhattan: Carl, now 33, at Ladder 23; Matt, 32, at Engine 33; Marc, 27, at Engine 22; and Rebecca, 29, who was thrilled to be assigned to their father’s old outfit, Engine 54.

“I am literally following my father’s footsteps every single day,” she said.

“Some days I don’t think too much about 9/11,” she said. “But working that house, seeing the memorial there, you really can’t avoid it.”

To help preserve her father’s memory, she offers tours to visitors, showing off the bronze bas-relief panel at Eighth Avenue and 48th Street that pays tribute to him and his lost comrades.

: Nigel Parry/ Rosario family

Eddie Dvir

[mostlygibberish]

I liked the part with the ham-fisted metaphor.

A movie that thinks it's smarter than it actually is; The Platform was frustratingly obvious right up until the ending, when suddenly I had no idea what the fuck it was trying to say. Even putting aside the ambiguity of its message, I found the premise tedious and ill-conceived. 

They started on the 48th floor, which means 94 people had eaten from the platform before them, and there's just no way there'd be anything left. That one woman kept riding the platform down, but if you could do that then why would the people like 200 floors in not have, instead of sitting around waiting to starve or eating each other? 

Why would the woman who worked admissions for the horrible torture prison have volunteered to go in there? Even if she didn't know what went on inside, wouldn't she have realised nobody ever came out? Or were people really being released back into the world after their transformation into crazed, murderous, cannibals, and she just saw no issue with it?

Imagine the logistical nightmare of shuffling around 666 unconscious adult bodies (many of them weeks dead, dismembered and rotting), into 333 cells, all in a single night. Also, you'd have to bring in replacement prisoners, and of course the only method of accessing any of these cells is a single moving platform that can only be on one floor at a time.

Oh yeah and the main guy's name was Goreng, so I kept imagining him gesturing to himself and saying: "Me Goreng". I'd have enjoyed the movie more if he did.

Incredibly stupid. I look forward to them making like ten more of these that I'll never watch.

[kpopmultifan]

[J-Pop] Kanjani8 has released the jacket cover images for their upcoming 48th single “Mikansei” which is scheduled to be released on May 10th.

[rosethornewrites]

T & G reading since 3/24

Finished

Teen:

Shards of Hope, by Dreaming_Days (18 chapters)

He had fought his entire life to make his way in the world. Made choices that turned his stomach just to survive. Built a life with blood and sweat and watched it crumble before him. And, in the end, utterly forsaken, Jin Guangyao died.

Then, 25 years earlier, Meng Yao woke up.

how Yao Yongzheng traveled back in time to save everyone, by ShippersList (🔒)

”You were a man who loved the sound of his own voice,” the shape says, voice drifting over to him like a half-forgotten scent. ”So, how about you put that voice to better use and show what good you actually are.”

OR

A story in which Fate challenges Sect Leader Yao to put his money where his mouth is and change everything better. Obviously, it should be easy and simple because Sect Leader Yao knows everything, right?

General:

A Significant Difference, by nirejseki

Lan Qiren wouldn’t have thought that there was much difference between being acting sect leader and raising one’s nephews because your brother was in permanent seclusion and being acting sect leader as regent for one’s underaged nephews because one’s brother was dead, but apparently there was.

A significant difference.

Untitled, by @only10th

Wangxian meeting at the mall, single mom wwx shopping for some clothes with his little radish.

wen!wwx au fic, by @stiltonbasket

Prompt: For the wen!wwx au, how does lwj find out that wwx is a spy for the resistance?

Happy Ending, by pinkychan (6 chapters)

After eloping with Lan Zhan, Wei Wuxian is living his best life, because happy is what happens when all your dreams come true... excetp when it doesn't.

OR

Don’t Think About the White Bear [your past life]

The Missing Piece, by nununununu (🔒)

Wei Wuxian leaves and the world forgets him. Even Lan Wangji.

Except he doesn't, of course. He can't. How could he?

Forget Gold, by mondengel (🔒)

Wei WuXian admires his husband

Unfinished

Teen:

What Remains After the War, by Swan_Song

There is a child in the burial mounds.

Looking at the face of a sobbing toddler, crying for the man he once called brother, Jiang Wanyin he can’t find it in him to care that the boy has Wen blood.

He takes the boy home

A-Ying Lives Alone, by DizziDreams

Lan Qiren approaches, trying not to frown as he looks down at the young boy in his strange clothes. “Young man, are your parents at work? They should not have left you home alone without a caretaker."

"No, shushu!" The boy shakes his head vigorously, large eyes growing wide. "A-Ying lives alone!"

General:

Each Day I Go Into the Fields, by stiltonbasket (48th in a series)

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan’s uncle says, on a balmy summer morning about a week after the Duanwu festival. “Have you and Wangji been down to the produce field lately?”

Wei Wuxian looks at Lan Zhan over the Jingshi’s scarred kitchen table, puzzled by the sudden question, and passes Xiao-Yu a plate of hot baozi before turning back to his uncle-in-law.

“Of course, Uncle,” he replies, wondering if the baby disciples have been trampling over Lan Qiren’s favorite herb patch again. “Why do you ask?”

Or: a year after his wedding, Wei Wuxian is surrounded by an overgrowth of vegetables, and just the right amount of love.

life in love's exchange, by stiltonbasket

“Do you think I don’t want to marry you?”

“You’re not in love with me,” Nie Mingjue says, pointing out the obvious. “Why would you want to?”

“You have been my dearest friend since before we both laid eyes on our little brothers,” Xichen smiles, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “There is no one closer in my heart, and that will never change; so if I must marry now, whom could it be but you?”

Jin Guangshan shows his hand too soon in the aftermath of the Sunshot Campaign.

Luckily for everyone else, Nie Huaisang plays to win.