#Everett;

[preraphaelist]

The Pre-Raphaelite Pothole, Terrace Road, St. Leonards-on-sea; part of the Great Art, Great Potholes series by SinkySnap. (x)

[magiclwritings]

Tingles shot up his arm as if it were the most normal thing in the world. And then came the warmth. His fingers ached to pull him in so close and yet Colter couldn't find it in him to do it just yet. His eyes looked over the man standing before him and felt as though everything were falling right back into place. But the very last thing he wanted to do was lose his head when they were so close to ending this perpetual nightmare.

"Of course." He answered softly, moving August's head to the side and he just couldn't stop looking at him. As if he' hadn't already memorized every inch of his body but this was different. He felt different. "Everett shouldn't be long." He offered, trying to keep his flinch from being noticeable. Of all things, that man was probably not the one to bring up right then. But he'd been concerned for him too but rather than let any still bad blood linger, Colter moved in and placed a soft kiss to his temple. Behind closed doors should have been okay for August but given the time they'd been apart he felt as though he were truly pressing his luck.

But it was then that something started to feel different. And it started because of the way he smelled. Colter had no delusions that he'd smell of his oils and fabrics he'd worn day in and day out. But this was different. August smelled as though he were another person. Colter allowed the tip of his nose to press against his temple as a soft sigh escaped his lips. "I am so sorry." He whispered gently, his hand lightly running up the length of August's arm.

It'd been at least a few moments before Colter realized his body was pressing into him without hesitation and the prince pulled himself away. This isn't right. Not here. Colter forced a smile and took to wrapping his arms around himself. Once they were home things would start to settle in. His father would .... he could feel his eyes growing at the realization that he'd have to tell his father where he'd finally found August. Surely there was something that could be done. He'd have to get Everett alone before they got back to the castle. Yeah ... that's it. Find Everett.

"Should we have your parents come once we arrive back? I know they'll be so relived to see you." He bit his lip before allowing the thought to push through anyway, "Not as much as I." He teased, hoping to find something to latch onto.

Asa sat quietly on the bed, soaking in the information that the prince was spewing. He obviously thought that he was this August person. Perhaps, Asa had it all wrong. The dark-haired man and the prince were not lovers, but the prince and this August had been. He must have looked like Asa to provoke such a response in the prince. He could continue to deny the prince, but that wasn’t getting him anywhere with him. No matter how often he tried to explain that he didn’t know the prince, he continued to insist that he did. 

What if he went along with it? 

It was possible. If it got him into the castle, he could store away items and coins to steal if the prince ever realized he wasn’t his August. That way, if he got kicked out of the castle, he wouldn’t have to return to this disgusting tavern. It was risky, but it wasn’t impossible. Asa had learned how to read people working with Rufus; he had become a good actor, pretending to be flattered by the customers he entertained. 

Interestingly, the prince lost this man here at the tavern, but again, it couldn’t have been Asa. He’d only been at the tavern for a couple of weeks now. He didn’t think much about it; it worked in his favor. It wouldn’t be hard tricking the prince; he had so much guilt that he would believe everything. No, it would be everyone else back in the castle, which would be much harder. It wouldn’t matter much, though, as long as the prince believed. Asa would have him eating out of the palm of his hand. 

He pressed his cheek into the prince’s hand, feeling the warmth radiate and seep into his skin. “I knew you would,” Asa said softly, nuzzling his cheek against the hand that cradled him. “And you did so well.” In his experience, men liked to be reassured, placed on a pedestal, even idolized. Whoever August was, it was clear the prince had lost him. Maybe they broke off their affair, and August left the castle. The prince had men looking for him and longed to bring August home. He was no different than most men out there. He wanted to be a savior. “Promise we can go home?”

[makingsenseofwhathappened]

The Cost of Staying

Sometimes it’s not that you didn’t want the job.

It’s that you wanted it too much. And now you're floating down some corporate river. Toward the wrong end of The Waterfall (TM).

You worked too hard. Put up with too much. Got good at things you never thought you’d be good at. Found your rhythm. Found your people. Maybe even started to believe you belonged there.

And then it changed.

Or maybe it didn’t. Maybe it was always like this and you just finally let yourself admit that the cost was too high.

That staying meant watching someone else get away with it. That staying meant shrinking a little bit each day. That staying meant carrying your own silence like it was professionalism. Like it was maturity. Like it was strength.

But here’s the truth no one wants to put on a poster: Sometimes leaving is the only way to protect yourself.

And that doesn’t mean you failed. It doesn’t mean you weren’t strong enough. It means the place wasn’t safe enough.

And maybe that’s not the ending you deserved, but it’s not the end of your story either (the waterfall).

[artssie]

Joan of Arc (1864) by John Everett Millais

[gayfilmgeek]

Another Country (1984) dir. Marek Kanievska

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

「 take her under your wing AU 」

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[aziarts]

happier days

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x-men drawings

[diioonysus]

it's all in the eyes

[redvelvetbunny]

me and the kid i occasionally take care of

[deadmockin]

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[fayriequeene]

Ophelia 🪷

John Everett Millais, Theodor von der Beek, Jean Baptiste Bertrand, Friedrich Wilhelm Theodor Heyser

[magiclwritings]

Gods he was overwhelming. There was barely a moment since they'd be alone that Everett hadn't been attached to or touching Colter in some fashion. He loved it and that was the problem. Where August had been more controlled with his interactions with the prince, Everett was not and it was feeding into Colter's delusions more. He wouldn't realize until it was too late but all of his energy has shifting from keeping his cool and constant appearance as his father preferred. Or did he? Ever since Everett had been placed at his side, his father had been rather vacant. Maybe that was his signal he approved? Not that that had ever truly mattered to Colter but still, not having his eyes on him as closely did have it's advantages.

"You've never enjoyed playing the games of court." The prince cooed softly and let his head fall back, enjoying the softness of the other's lips on his body again. To be worshipped like this was only making it harder to think of anything else other than the man now seated on his lap. Colter ran his hand up the man's chest and onto his neck, lightly gripping either side before he took a kiss for himself. His eyes fluttered open and as he took in Everett he'd realized that perhaps this sort of comfort was exactly what he had been looking for. "Are you telling me in your time away you've suddenly come to make a difference?" Being good and working towards his own agenda for when he took over had always been his end goal. But it was always what drove his father to hate him more. At least, he'd always felt that was how it was. He'd only ever been angry when the prince would question him beyond what his teachings were or his final word. This was easier and the freedom. Freedom.

His fingers twitched around the other's throat and he looked into his eyes, as if his answer were in them and he let his thumb trace along the length of his Adam's apple. "I want your happiness, Everett." His fingers moving up to cup the back of his head and his other hand wound around his waist, pressing their bodies flush. It was true, the future would be before either of them knew it. His children would one day soon fill the halls and the thought of it all without a solid person behind him was terrifying. What about Auggie? WHAT ABOUT HIM?? "I'm thrilled it aligns with my wants." He whispered, leaning in to kiss his lower lip and then pull it between his teeth. He hummed softly, pulling the soft bit of flesh out and allowing it snap back just as fast.

"We'll make arrangements in the morning for your quarters and we'll have you dressed properly." Not that Everett didn't know how or that he dressed poorly. But if he were to take that title, Colter wanted all to know, including his betrothed set to visit the castle later on. It was what August and he had been working on before Everett's return. Making sure that the customs and knowledge of his incoming wife would be known and he would be ready, be a proper prince and future husband. "What else is it that your heart desires? What more can I give you to make you happy?"

Everett leaned forward eagerly to meet Colter’s lips. “If no one has ever boasted about that,” He whispered against his mouth, eyes flicking up to meet the prince’s gaze, “then you’ve been bedding the wrong people.” Everett tried to imagine how August could have this and be so unaffected by it. How could he have Colter and be so stoic? It baffled him and something Everett couldn’t bring himself to do. Not after all of the work he had done to get Colter. 

The man moved fluidly, pushing Colter back against the couch's cushion and sliding into his lap. “I missed you every second I was away,” He said, kneading his hands against the tense lines of the prince’s shoulders. “I don’t care for court policies. You can tell me anything you need to, and it stays between us. I have never betrayed you and won’t now that I’m back in court. I am staying. I am here for you for good.” Everett leaned forward, digging his fingers into Colter’s muscles, and he placed light kisses from the center of his throat up to his chin. “Whatever need you have for me, I am here to fill it. I am not naive to your position, my prince; I know you are to be married and will be forced to fill this castle with heirs. None of that matters to me. None of it bothers me. You can never be fully mine, but I will always be yours.” Everett had never been tied to a monogamous relationship before, always the free spirit, always willing to fuck whoever made eyes at him, and he would try his most challenging because he knew what Colter craved. The control, the ownership. He would give him the illusion of that to reach the position he craved. 

He slowly started to grind his ass down into Colter’s lap, slow and sensual, relishing in the feeling of Colter’s cock hardening from his movements so quickly. “You already know what I want,” He whispered, pressing his forehead to the prince. “I want to be your confidant. I want to be your right-hand man.” His hand fell to Colter’s chest as he continued grinding in his lap. His hand slipped beneath the fabric of his shirt, sliding up until his fingers found his nipple. “I want you to turn to me for advice, and I want to rule your court with you.” Everett nipped at Colter’s lip before kissing him lightly, barely a touch, but the tease was there nonetheless. “And I want you to fall into my bed when you need to fuck or be fucked, whichever you prefer. It doesn’t have to be in a bed; it can be anywhere you want.” He tweaked Colter’s nipple, smirking at the memory of them on the throne. “Whenever you feel that red hot desire, I want you to come to me to fulfill it, and afterward, when you’re sated, we can return to matters of your court together as one piece. We can be great together, Colter. We both know it. You just have to make it happen.” 

“Tell me I can have it,” He whispered to the man. He needed to hear it from the prince. He required that finally invisible string to snap between him and August. Everett would give the prince everything the other man wouldn’t because he was too careful about Colter’s image to be man enough to take it. Everett didn’t have those qualms that held their friend back. “Give it to me, and I will give you everything you desire.”

[jathis]

Ten cents back then is like 3.30 in today money btw

[pierppasolini]

Beach Rats (2017) // dir. Eliza Hittman

[paholaisnainen]

do you see the vision?