#kusher

[mikec137]

Killwangen-Spreitenbach, Switzerland, January 2024

[republicansaredomesticterrorists]

A Republican president and Congress would be a million times worse than a Democratic president for Palestinians and all Muslims. Stop repeating Hamas/Iranian/Russian talking points about our Democratic leaders. If you truly care about the people of Gaza you won’t let Trump and Kushner anywhere near the White House.

[laufire]

HARPER: I want your credit card. That's all. You can keep track of me from where the charges come from. If you want to keep track. I don't care.

JOE: I have some things to tell you.

HARPER: Oh we shouldn't talk. I don't want to do that anymore. Credit card.

JOE: I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world. I have done things, I'm ashamed. But I have changed. I don't know how yet, but __ Please, please, don't leave me now. Harper. You're my good heart.

(She looks at him, she walks up to him and slaps him, hard.)

HARPER (Quietly): Did that hurt?

(Joe nods "yes.")

HARPER: Yes. Remember that. Please. If I can get a job, or something, I'll cut the card to pieces. And there won't be charges anymore. Credit card.

(Joe takes out his wallet, gives her his card.)

JOE (Small voice, not looking at her): Call or.... Call. You have to.

HARPER: NO. Probably never again. That's how bad. Sometimes, maybe lost is best. Get lost. Joe. Go exploring.

(Harper digs in the sofa. She removes her Valium stash. She shakes out two pills, goes to Joe, takes his hand and puts the Valium in his open palm.)

HARPER: With a big glass of water. (She leaves)

[...]

LOUIS: I want to come back to you. You could... respond, you could say something, throw me out or say it's fine, or it's not fine but sure what the hell or... I really failed you. But... this is hard. Failing in love isn't the same as not loving. It doesn't let you off the hook, it doesn't mean... you're free to not love.

PRIOR: I love you Louis.

LOUIS: Good. I love you.

PRIOR: I really do. But you can't come back. Not ever. I'm sorry. But you can't.

Angels in America, Tony Kusher.

[theluckiestrose]

The autistic urge to identify and comment every song that isnt properly credited in a tiktok just in case someone wats to listen to the whole thing instead of like 15 seconds of it

[driftsixfour]

10 47 and 98 :]

10 - The Sun by Myd

47 - The Ground Below by Run The Jewels

98 - Ashin' Kushner by Kid Cudi

[radiomaxmusic]

Wednesday, September 27, 2023 12pm ET: New Music Show

New music this week from: Zach Bryan, Bleachers, Tommy Charles, Tano Jones Revelry, Boy From The South, Dolly Parton, David Kusher, Norman Collins, Fences and more….

[jackpolakoff]

[cowboyx2]

- on living with your younger self stuck behind your ribs, trying to crawl out

tumblr user @ryebreadgf | uptown girls, boraz yakin | sylvia plath, the unabridged letters of sylvia plath | unknown author (M.W) | succession, 04x08 | tiktok user @s0ris0mun | tumblr user @/manywinged now @cemeterything | adventure time, 10x03 | tumblr user @yearningpuppy | cloudland, amy hempel | angels in america, tony kusher

[fluoresensitive]

FILTHINESS IS NEXT TO GODLINESS: The Final Interview of Viola Vile by Yah Yah Scholfield / 3,325 words / audition (1999) / Angels in America, Tony Kusher / Aeschylus, The Oresteia, trans. Anne Carson / Ganja & Hess, dir Bill Gunn / Bones and All (2022)

After literally forever, I’m ready to show my child, my baby, my favorite-est piece so far...Viola Vile. I’ve been talking about it forever, posting a bunch of bits here and there, and now, she’s finally good enough for me to feel comfortable showing her off.

How to explain Viola Vile? She is disgusting, she is remarkably crude and violent and, yes, as her name suggests vile. She is me digging into my psyche and talking about what sickens and fascinates me. She is me listening to my own words and saying “filthiness is next to godliness”. This is honestly the first time I feel like a real horror author, which is silly, but here I am! Baring my soul, flexing my gory, gross muscle.

Filthiness is Next to Godliness: The Final Interview of Viola Vile is the final interview of an infamous shock artist/performance artist/adult film star. It is, as the title suggests, the last interview of her life, which she is sharing with a reporter from her past.

Inspirations include: Tender is the Flesh, every r/gore page that traumatized me as a young child, performance artists such as Zhang Huan and Marina Ambrovich (and many others), @brownpaperhag‘s amazing piece ‘KIND’, as well as Countless Other Things. Ask me about it. I’m dying to talk about this piece.

CONTENT WARNINGS, PLEASE BE WARY: self harm (Viola mentions in passing), bestiality but not in a horny way, gore and violence

If you decide to read this piece, wow! Thank you! You can show your support by reblogging, sending me an ask/commenting, or sending some cash!

FILTHINESS IS NEXT TO GODLINESS: THE FINAL INTERVIEW OF VIOLA VILE / MY KO-FI

[lucysarah-c]

The translation would be a little bit like:

Thank you, Isayama-sensei... Thank you... I quickly read volume 35. The face of the last child Levi is burned into my eyes and mind and won't go away... I'm not even a ten-thousand-tenth of the Virgin Mother Kusher-san's, but I want to hug the little Levi instead...

#Attack on Titan Artbook FLY

#Attack on Titan

[mikec137]

Mägenwil, Switzerland, January 2023

[little-diable]

Daylight - Dean Winchester

Will she ever stop writing song inspired fics? I daut it (I hope y'all get the joke). Inspired by the song Daylight by David Kusher. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean is taking the reader on a small getaway, reminiscing on their past years together.

Warnings: 18+, smut, short description of piv, some angst, but mainly fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (1.6k words)

Part 2

“Dean?” Her tired murmurs filled Baby, eyes slowly opening to take in Dean’s features. His green eyes met hers as a smile tugged on his lips, hand finding her knee.

“It’s alright, darling, you can sleep some more.” He didn’t dare raise his voice, not wanting to rip his girlfriend from her drowsy state. They had been driving for the past hours, leaving Sam behind as Dean started the car, murmuring something about wanting to spend some time alone with (y/n).

But while Sam had made some inappropriate jokes, Dean had only shaken his head, not wanting to share any details. Something inside of Dean had begged him to take (y/n) and leave, desperate for some moments of calmness, freezing the world around them. Both were exhausted, running low on their motivation to hunt those they’ve been surrounded by for years, pushed into this very life because of their families, well aware that there was no way out.  

“Mhm, I love you, Dean.” Her eyes fell shut once again, cuddling herself further into the leather seat. His throat felt tight, he could only squeeze her knee, not understanding how a woman like her would want to stick around, picking a dangerous life over the calm moments she had deserved. 

“Can’t you understand that I want this? God, how thick can you be? I would choose this life over any other life if it meant being with you, Dean.” Tears were welling up in (y/n)’s eyes, shaking hands pressed into her sides to stabilise herself. Just moments ago he had asked her to leave, wanting to show her the way out of his messy lifestyle, asking her to part ways in order to save her. 

If there was one thing Dean Winchester was good at, it was pushing people away to save them, at least that’s what he thought he was doing. 

“I wake up every night thinking you got hurt somehow, and I blame myself, every single time. You deserve something better.” He was hurting, but while her tears clearly gave away her emotions, Dean tried to compose himself, holding back on the gasps of air threatening to leave him. The mere thought of parting from (y/n) left him breathless, trembling in fear, and yet he’d always put her first. It felt like he was drowning, the water kept rising, would swallow him whole any moment now, and she was the rescuing hand he tried to ignore. 

“Dean, I love you, probably way too much, I won’t leave you, not now, not ever.” Her shaking hand found his, interlacing their fingers. He couldn’t reply, eyes squeezed shut to try and keep his tears bottled in. She was pulled against his chest, allowing her to listen to his racing heart, mind torn between their fight and the loving three words (y/n) had just spoken for the first time. 

“I love you too, hence why I’ll always try to save you from this.”

Dean could still remember how he had felt in that very moment, no longer part of his fleshcage, soul freed from its grasp by the confession she had spoken. It had felt like he had been pushed from one dimension into another, one with the love she was sharing, one with the life she wouldn’t ever leave behind, one with the grasp their souls had on one another. 

It had taken him weeks to finally accept that she wouldn’t leave, weeks filled with that sinking feeling simmering inside of him, as if he was preparing himself for the day where he’d wake up to an empty bed and empty closets. But that day hadn't come, and deep down Dean also knew that it wouldn’t ever come. 

“Need you Dean, please touch me.” (Y/n) whispered her words, eyes set on his green ones, filled with that special glint she found herself yarning for. It had been weeks since Dean had last touched her, weeks filled with one hunt darker than the other. Both were finding shelter in Baby, with his naked body pressed against hers, with his fingers wandering along her sides, finding their way to her pulsing bundle of nerves. “Oh fuck.”

She arched her back off the leather seat, fingernails clawed into his skin as he circled her clit, preparing her for the upcoming moments, needing to feel her wrapped around his cock. Dean’s plush lips found her throat, sucking on the spots that left her gasping, desperate to feel everything he could offer to her, sharing sins in the darkness, hidden from the daylight. 

“Look at me, don’t close your eyes.” Their eyes met, binding one another closer together as Dean pushed into her, making her gasp his name. He gave her a few moments to adjust before he started fucking her, hand squeezing Baby’s leather to stop himself from leaving bruises that wouldn’t fade for weeks to come, trying to hold back. 

(Y/n) struggled, trying to keep her eyes open, while Dean forced her closer to the edge, making her see stars. He wasn’t gentle, and yet took care of her just like she knew he would, knowing her body better than she knew herself. 

The moon was following Baby around, trying to shield them from the darkness calling their names, a clear sky Dean was hoping for. He didn’t have a destination in mind, could only think back to the soft words (y/n) had spoken weeks ago, murmuring something about wanting to stargaze, something she hadn’t done since she was a mere teenager. Back then Dean had only chuckled, hand cupping her cheek to pull her in for a kiss, storing the confession in the back of his mind. 

But while Dean didn’t have a certain spot in mind, he knew what he was looking for, a remote area in the middle of nowhere, allowing them to catch the twinkling stars. A smile tugged on his lips the second he took a turn left, parking Baby on the side of a road, next to a field. 

“(Y/n),” Dean murmured, watching her wake from her light slumber. He couldn’t help but take in her features for a few moments, admiring the woman he had fallen for years ago, very well knowing that she was the lifeline he kept clinging to. She whispered his name, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness filling the car. “Come.” 

He left the car, rounding Baby to help (y/n) stand up, stretching her limbs without noticing the clear sky above them. “What are we doing here, Dean?”

Her chuckles left him smiling, forcing her to watch him pull a blanket from the backseat before he pointed his finger towards the sky, “I thought it was finally time for some stargazing?” 

With awe laced in her gaze, (y/n) kept watching the sky, lips slightly parted to take in the numerous stars no human eye could ever count. She couldn’t reply, fully hooked onto the breathtaking view, barely sparing Dean any of her attention. He pulled her onto the blanket, had his back leaned against Baby’s side, with (y/n) sitting in front of him.

No words were shared between the two, but there was no need for any vowels that wouldn’t manage to describe what she was currently feeling, nor what Dean was thinking of. His mind was racing, thinking back to the day where he had bought that ring with Sam, wondering if he’d ever feel ready enough to ask (y/n) that one question. It wasn’t about marriage, at least not really, neither Dean nor (y/n) needed any vows nor a ring to promise one another endless love, and yet Dean couldn’t stop thinking about asking that one question. 

“When will you do it?” Sam’s lips were pulled into a smirk, trying to hold back with his jokes, genuinely interested in his brother’s plans. They had bought a ring minutes ago, and while Dean hadn’t spoken many words, voice caught in his tight throat, Sam had asked one question after another. 

“Don’t know, when the time feels right, I guess.” Dean didn’t look at Sam once, eyes focused on the road ahead, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. For a few moments an uncomfortable silence wrapped itself around the brothers, forcing them to ponder over their words. 

“Why did you get a ring, if you aren’t sure of it?” Sam didn’t dare use much strength for his words, not sure what was going through Dean’s mind. 

“I am sure of it.” Simple murmurs Sam couldn’t help but scoff about, shaking his head as he was turning his body towards Dean. He studied his brother for a moment, wondering if he was truly that unsure of their relationship. 

“Dean, she won’t leave you, there’s nothing you need to wait for, no day where she’ll suddenly pack her bags and break up with you. You don’t need to be scared.”

Dean’s hand found the pocket of his jacket, feeling the box he kept carrying around with himself. His hand lingered there for a few moments, before it found its way back to her middle, pulling (y/n) even closer. Perhaps a day may eventually come where he’ll get over his fear, the enemy he carried around with himself. Perhaps a day may eventually come where he’ll feel ready to ask that one question.

Perhaps the breaking daylight may guide him through the arising high simmering deep inside of him.

[pippinscribs]

Your hiddenness will wage

War upon my days

Now your headstone fades

It’s hard to read your name

Elk Grove by David Kusher

[laufire]

PRIOR: But still. Still. Bless me anyway. I want more life. I can't help myself. I do. I've lived through such terrible times, and there are people who live through much much worse, but... You see them living anyway. When they're more spirit than body, more sores than skin, when they're burned and in agony, when flies lay eggs in the corners of the eyes of their children, they live. Death usually has to take life away. I don't know if that's just the animal. I don't know if it's not braver to die. But I recognize the habit. The addiction to being alive. We live past hope. If I can find hope anywhere, that's it, that's the best I can do. It's so much not enough, so inadequate but... Bless me anyway. I want more life.

Angels in America, Tony Kusher.

[hornpoint]

skunk'd with ashton kusher

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Current WIPS & Requests

Some of these WIPS will never see the light of day but let me know if they interest you and I might finish them.

FYI - Midnight & Darkness Declares Glory don’t appear on here because I have finished them and therefore don’t class them as WIPS.

WIPS

Invisible Strings - At the wedding of mutual friends, you and Spencer are forced to take a journey down memory lane, traversing the paths down which it all went wrong.

Having to confront over three decades worth of emotions leads you to wonder if maybe you and Spencer’s chance at a happy ending had passed you by. But there’s no denying the two of you are tied together somehow, the invisible strings always drawing you back to one another.

Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end and to piece together yours, you’re going to have to go back to the start if you have any hopes of rewriting the ending. | chaptered

Somewhere to Belong - You and Spencer have only been dating a few months when he drops the bombshell that he wants to start a family and it throws you into turmoil. And that’s only made worse he meets five year old orphan Wren Briar and is determined to do whatever it takes to adopt her. Even if that means destroying your relationship. | two/three parter | family challenge

Unopened Windows - When a charred body is discovered in rural Virginia with evidence tying them to one of the BAU team, Spencer Reid is forced to relive memories he would have rather remained in the past. But not everything is as it seems, as he returns to his hometown to try and piece the mystery together, he finds himself facing the unopened windows of a life he never had. | chaptered

Where Nobody Knows sequel - When you disappeared without a trace three years ago, Spencer never expected to see you again. He certainly didn’t expect to return home from work one day to find you standing in his living room. What’s even more surprising is when he finds you still there in the morning.

But upon discovering you’d turned yourself and with only a matter of minutes before Emily and the team have you surrounded, Spencer makes a rash decision. And suddenly Spencer finds himself throwing his life away to go on the run with you.

But was it all just an elaborate plan? Has he found himself trapped in your web with no escape? | oneshot

REQS

Sleepy morning smut - Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader for Anon

Reader struggling with a decision at work which Luke helps her through - Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader for Anon

Spencer celebrating his first birthday after Gideon’s death - Spencer Reid x Fem! GF! Reader for @lover-of-books-and-tea

Spencer gets roomed with reader and they spend the night making prank calls to Morgan - Spencer Reid x Reader for Anon

Milestone Request - Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye - Spencer Reid x Reader for Anon

Milestone Request - Sunshine by All American Rejects - Spencer Reid x Reader for @c-m-stuff

Milestone Request - Lying is the Most Fun… by Panic at the Disco - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader for Anon

Reader with a stalker who is jealous of her and Spencer - Spencer Reid x GN! Reader for Anon

Song Fic based on Saving All My Live For You by Whitney Houston - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader for Anon

Based on the scene where Emily profiles Alvez while he’s behind her - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader for Anon

Song Fic based on Daylight by David Kusher - Spencer Reid x Fem! BAU Reader for Anon

Song Fic based on Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine - Spencer Reid x BAU Reader for Anon