#tom bennett fan fiction

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Let the Light In

Pairing: Tom Bennett (World on Fire) x f!reader Warnings: Fingering, male masturbation, smut. Word count: ~1.6k

Summary: Having stumbled back too late from the pub, Tom finds Lois and Douglas have locked him out for the night. Thankfully, the girl across the road takes pity on him.

Author's note: Day ten of the Smuffmas prompts - "bed sharing and accidental stimulation". No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

“Lois! Lois! Come on, let me up, don’t be tight!”

The shouting filters through to her subconscious, and she grumbles, slowly blinking her eyes open, mind foggy with sleep.

“Lois! It’s freezing out here!”

She flicks on the lamp on the bedside table, lifting her watch to look at the time.

Almost 1am. Bloody pillock.

She has lived opposite the Bennett family her entire life, and though she doesn’t know them well, they’re neighbourly, exchanging polite “hellos” when they pass in the street. Though Tom’s is usually accompanied by a wink that makes her skin feel too hot.

Over the last year or so, she’s grown used to being woken up by Tom stumbling back home at some ungodly hour, waking her up as he shouts for his sister, Lois, to open the window and let him up into their shared bedroom. He knows he’ll cop an earful from their dad, Douglas, if he comes in through the front door. It’s usually double locked anyway, so his key wouldn’t work even if he were to try.

Lois has never left him out on the street for this long though, but she can’t blame her, she’s probably sick of it by now.

“Lois!”

Fuck’s sake.

There’s no point in leaving him out there, his shouting will wake up half the street. She considers it a good job that her own dad works nights, and that her mum has taken to wearing earplugs to bed so that he doesn’t wake her when he returns in the early hours of the morning.

She sighs, throwing off the duvet and stepping out of bed. She parts the curtains, lifting the sash window and shivers as the coldness of the air outside chills her skin through her nightdress as she leans out.

Tom stands outside of his house, leaning back with a lit cigarette between his lips as he stares up at his bedroom window. He’s about to shout again, when she interrupts.

“You’re gonna wake the whole bloody street if you keep on!” She hisses.

He turns, plucking the cigarette from his mouth and exhales a tight line of smoke through pursed lips.

“She won’t let me up,” he calls back. “don’t s’pose there’s any room at your inn? It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow, after all.”

“It’s Christmas Eve right now. Have you got any idea what the time is?!”

“Tomorrow doesn’t start ‘til I wake up, sweetheart.”

He flashes a lopsided grin up at her, and she has to fight the urge to smile back as she feels familiar flutters in her stomach.

Cheeky git.

“Wait there,” she sighs, sliding the window closed.

She wraps herself in her dressing gown, picking her way carefully down the stairs, before switching on the hallway light and opening the front door.

Tom is there already, leaning against the doorframe, the crushed butt of his cigarette inches away from his feet.

“You’re a star. Shall I take the sofa then?” He asks, crowding the small space in which her family hangs their coats as she closes the door behind him.

“Absolutely not. Last thing I need is dad coming back from work and seeing you sprawled out in the living room, he’ll throw a fit. Shoes off.”

Tom bends down, unlacing and kicking off his shoes. “Where you putting me?”

“You can kip in my room. Bring those with you.”

“Oh,” he smirks, “if you insist.”

She rolls her eyes, making her way back upstairs, with Tom following close behind.

“You can sleep on the floor,” she tells him, chucking him the knitted blanket from the end of her bed, and the extra pillow she sleeps with.

“Thanks,” he sounds almost disappointed as he catches them, setting them down and busying himself with shrugging out of his jacket and leaving it on a heap on the floor with his shoes.

She had expected him to sleep fully clothed, so she is shocked when she hears the metallic clink of him opening his belt as he lowers his trousers. Feeling her skin prickle with heat, and her heartbeat begin to race, she quickly turns away, shedding her dressing gown and climbing into bed.

She pulls the duvet up around herself, remaining facing away as she listens to the rustle of clothing as he pulls off his jumper, and arranges his bedding.

When it finally grows quiet, she leans over to turn the lamp off and lays back down.

“Night then,” Tom says quietly.

“Night.”

She lays there in the darkness, eyes closed, willing herself to fall asleep and yet it won’t seem to pull her under. It isn’t helped by the relentless shifting around and sighing she can hear coming from the floor beside the bed.

After five minutes of listening to Tom toss and turn, and grumble to himself, she groans and finally switches the lamp back on, leaning down to look at him.

“Can you not just go to sleep?!” She whispers in frustration.

He pulls himself to sit up, scrubbing a hand over his face. “It’s uncomfortable down here. And I’m cold.”

She presses her lips into a tight line, before exhaling loudly through her nose. “Fine. Come on then.”

Shuffling to the far side of the mattress, she throws the duvet back for Tom and he climbs in eagerly.

“Smashing,” he says with a wink, before turning the lamp off.

They lay back to back and, in her tiny single bed, the angle pushes both of them to the far edges of the mattress, neither one of them comfortably having enough space to stretch out and go to sleep.

“This is awful,” she complains quietly.

“Mmm,” he agrees. “Let me just…”

Tom rolls over and her breath catches in her throat as she feels his chest press against her back, his body slotting itself against hers.

Admittedly, it’s comfier like this, they both have more room, and yet she is certain she won’t sleep a wink with the heat of his body so close to hers. He must be able to feel the way her heart thuds in her ribcage.

He shifts slightly and she feels the press of a bulge against her backside, she knows precisely what it is, and it sets her pulse racing. Instinctively, without thinking, she presses back and his breath shudders hotly against the shell of her ear, his nose pressed into her hair.

Tentatively, his fingertips spread out over her hip, pulling her back against him as he rolls his hips forward, and she feels sticky heat pool between her legs as he hardens against her.

She’s not entirely sure why she’s allowing this, just knows that it feels good and she doesn’t want it to stop as they move rhythmically together, both chasing a friction that neither can quite achieve.

“Have…have you ever…” he whispers, trailing off.

She swallows thickly, afraid to disappoint him, but wanting to be honest. “No.”

“Can I touch you?” 

His hand tightens on her hip and she nods. “Yes.”

Slowly, his fingers trail down her thigh, until he reaches the hem of her nightgown. His hand travels the same path again, only this time upwards and against her bare skin.

She whimpers as he cups her mound through the cotton of her knickers, the pads of his fingers pressing against the dampness of the gusset.

“Christ, you’re soaked,” he breathes shakily.

“Sorry,” she whispers back, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

“Not a bad thing, darlin’,” she can hear the smile in his voice, “nothin’ to be sorry for at all.”

His hand slides upwards, pressing flat against her lower abdomen, and then slides down again, creeping beneath the waistband of her underwear.

“Fuck,” Tom grits out, as his index finger slides between her folds, gathering her wetness before circling her pearl.

She buries her face into the pillow, to stifle the moan that leaves her. She has touched herself before, but it has always been hesitant, secretive, just enough to feel nice. This makes her feel as though her body is on fire.

Tom shuffles behind her, and for a moment she wonders what he is up to, until she feels the brush of his knuckles against her back. She doesn’t need to look to know that he’s pulled his cock out and is stroking himself. The idea makes her throat run dry.

His breaths come in hot puffs, the slick sound of him pleasuring himself, coupled with the squelch of his fingers as they slide and circle against her is lewd, and she knows she ought to feel ashamed, but she is desperate to fall from the edge that he’s eagerly pushing her towards.

She screws her eyes shut when his digit slides inside of her, her walls clenching around him as he curls his finger upwards, dragging against her and making her thighs shake.

“So tight,” he groans, before withdrawing, circling faster against her sensitive bundle of nerves with newly applied arousal.

She whines, arching against him and she feels the movement of the hand he has on himself speed up, as quiet grunts escape him.

“You’re close, aren’t ya?”

“Please…”

“Let go. Come for me.”

She bites down on the pillow, muffling the squeal that bursts out of her as her thighs clamp around Tom’s wrist, and her entire body shudders with the force of her peak. She feels like a bottle of pop that someone has shaken too hard, every part of her body coming apart in tiny bubbles.

Tom presses his face harder into her hair, his nose touching her scalp as he groans low in relief, his hips stuttering against hers as he finds his own release.

Slowly she turns to face him. His blue eyes shine in the moonlight, his full lips slightly parted as he breathes raggedly. He leans in, brushing his lips against hers, but not quite kissing her as they lay there together in blissful, tired silence.

“You’ll let me in next time, won’t you?” He rasps.

The double meaning is not lost on her, and yet it does nothing to affect her answer.

“Yes.”

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

'Til the Sky Burns

21/12: Sunset & Orgasm Control - Tom Bennett Word Count: 1.9k~ | Warnings: p in v sex, edging, fingering, orgasm control, Tom being a bit of a prick (what's new) A/N: sorry this is kinda similar to the last one oops sue me

12 Days of Smuff Masterlist

She's quiet, he notes, and fiddling with her hands like she's nervous. Her pumps click rhythmically with each step, the biting, winter cold slipping beneath their clothes. 

Tom is cocky, mean sometimes, but never usually cruel, like he is being now.

But he figures he should make her sweat a bit, wondering why he's acting the twat that he is, while her pretty little head whirs around with possibilities at why he might be angry with her.

Even he can admit to himself, it's a silly reason.

He'd been looking forward to seeing her for weeks. With every letter exchanged, every glance at her photo from the pocket of his uniform, he couldn't wait to touch her again, to breathe in her perfume and feel her warm body against his.

He'd remembered his words to her before left.

"I could stay here, between your pretty thighs, all day love."

She had rolled her eyes, and told him that she was more than willing to let him try.

And after hours of grueling travel, crossing waters and land to see her, the first thing he saw when he stepped off the train to the platform was her talking to someone else.

To the twat down the road no less, who for one couldn't take no for an answer, and secondly, had been discharged from service on bullshit medical grounds, in reality too much of a coward to face real war.

Not that Tom could compare, he'd picked the Navy as a way of distancing himself as much as possible. But he didn't say he was perfect.

He remembered watching her for a good few seconds. It was midday, but she'd made the effort and dressed up all pretty, done her hair, to make herself look good to meet him off the train.

And he had to admit, she did look absolutely gorgeous, just as he'd remembered.

But there was a rancid taste in his mouth left over as he narrowed his eyes at them as they talked. She was clearly uncomfortable, but forced a smile to her face out of sheer politeness. And everytime he reached out to touch her arm, she took a baby step back.

Even that wasn't enough to pull him out of his now foul mood.

She smiled and nodded, grimacing as she stepped away from him and turned suddenly to see Tom, the man she had come to see, a smile lifting to her face in relief.

To be met with Tom's expression, stoic and seething, had her face fall. 

She knew that look well enough.

So he walked with her silently to her flat on the edge of town, the usual few minutes stretching into an eternity. She's stuffed her hands in her pockets, eyes downcast, as if she was wondering what she'd done to upset him but dare not ask yet.

At least until they were in the comfort of her flat.

The warm wall hit Tom as he entered her living room with a deep sigh. Through his annoyance, the familiar smell of her had his chest all tight, but was much too proud to even break his mood.

He shucked his bag onto the floor, bending to sit at the dining table, his hat scrunched tight in one fist.

Tom watched her as she pulled her coat off, able now to see the dress she'd picked. His favourite one of hers. 

It almost made him feel bad, being this much of a twat when he saw how much effort she'd put into looking nice for him so eagerly.

“Tea?” She asks, raising her gaze briefly to him. And when all he gives is a curt nod, she sighs softly and puts the kettle on the stove, lighting the gas and waiting.

Any second now, he thinks, his finger tapping on the wood surface of the table, leg bouncing impatiently.

“Have I done something?” She asks, so quietly and kindly that it nearly, nearly breaks him. Makes him want to rip all her clothes off and let her know who she belongs to, after all his time at sea, the idea is all the more tempting.

His jaw tightens, “Don't know what you mean.”

“I think you do, Tom. You've not said a word to me. Come on, please.”

He sighs. It's a mistake looking at her. She gives him those eyes.

When he stands, she is reminded of his sheer size, his height, the broadness of his shoulders all but accentuated by the boxy uniform he wears. The early afternoon sun pours through the single glazing onto one side of his face, in such an amber glow that one might expect it to be setting already. 

The winter sun looked good on Tom Bennett’s lazy stubble that coated his chiselled jawline.

She swallowed over the lump in her throat as he leaned over her, using his arms either side of her to cage her in against the kitchen counter. His usual mischief in his blue eyes is all but gone, and he bites his lip in annoyance, making the muscle of his jaw twitch.

“You get all nice and dressed up for him, hm?”

Her wide-eyed, terrified expression was too fucking adorable, he nearly let a smirk slip by.

“Who?”

He scoffed quietly, “That prick on the platform you were talking to so eagerly.”

He knew it was a lie, but it was too tempting to tease her. Knowing she’d flounder.

“What on earth are you-”

“Trying to impress him, are ya?” Tom was only human, and at the thought he was flustering her, he grinned.

“Tom, I was just being nice!”

He scoffed, showing his teeth as he smiled, “bit over the top though, wasn't it love?”

“What do you want me to do? Bat away every man who speaks to me?”

“That'd be a start, yeah.”

“See, now you're just being-” she started, but was swiftly interrupted with Tom surging forwards to her, his chest bumping against hers, his lips parting hers with ease and sliding his tongue against hers. 

His motions were quick and calculated, one hand grabbing her waist, while the other worked swiftly to pull the hem of her dress up, his two long, slender fingers stealing between her thighs to feel how aroused she was.

He was pleased at what he found.

“Miss me, did ya?”

He saw her grip on the counter behind her tighten as he teased her through the thin fabric that separated their flesh.

Months and months of separation was pouring out of him into his actions on her.

She shook her head at him with a smile, breathing elevating by the second as his deft fingers slid down the front of her underwear, “you're such a-”

“Hm?” He smirked, sinking two of his fingers into her warm agonisingly slowly, curving upwards towards the top of her walls to massage that spot he knew so well.

He didn't need her to finish the sentence. He knew he was a cheeky bastard.

Tom was never one for soft touches, gentle kisses or words of utter devotion. Usually, anyway. He was much too proud for that. 

He showed his possessiveness over her in many different ways. With a quirk of his lips, the grip of his fingers on her thigh and with incessant and brutal lovemaking.

Time slid by slowly after they'd returned to her flat, all of their actions drunkenly merging into one long moment of heavy breaths and their skin pressing against each other hotly.

Tom was quite impressed he'd managed to stay between her legs for hours, all without giving her the luxury of an orgasm.

It felt cruel doing it. But he was, in his own way, punishing her.

He held his hands against either side of her waist, shallowly pushing his hips against her backside with a lazy, languid pace. Hitting her sweet spot, but at the same time, lacking the intensity for it to really build into anything.

Her curls had fallen into waves with the exertion of the past few hours, and she was tired, her cheeks all flushed both with exhaustion, and all's frustration at being denied what she really wanted.

Her grip was tight on the windowsill in front of her, the winter sun almost touching the horizon.

“Christ, if anyone walked by right now, love.” He smirked, his thumbs sitting in the dimples above her backside, looking down between them at the way his length was slick with her arousal between rapid thrusts.

He nearly lost it when her walls fluttered around him, nearly sending him over the edge as well. The idea of anyone walking by the window, despite being on the first floor, was still exciting.

“Tom, please…” 

“Ah, you'd like that, would ya?” He asked lowly, leaning over her and whispering against the shell of her ear, “who knew you were such a dirty girl, hm?”

He heard and felt the telltale signs she was close again. She inadvertently tightened around him, her breaths coming all quick and her voice strained.

“Tommy…” she whimpered, turning slightly to try and capture his lips, groaning in frustration as he pulled away with a smug smile.

“Stop whinging, now. Sun's not set yet.”

She opened her bleary eyes to the horizon. The sun, annoyingly, had only just touched the skyline. And the repeated feeling of Tom stretching and filling her impossibly was beginning to crest without effort.

She moaned as Tom's full lips parted and bit at her neck, “If he could see you now. Fucking soaked and eager for me.”

Humiliation burned in her blood with every word he said, his pace never faltering even once. She wondered, briefly, how Tom was able to go on this long. But he was pent up and enjoying watching her teeter on the precipice of falling apart.

And it was just too tempting for him to even think about stopping.

Tom glanced up though, and saw the sun was slowly beginning to set, agonisingly slow, and a smirk split across his face.

His hand made its way around her face, gently pulling her face up to the amber glow of the sunset, “come on then, love. Let go for me.”

Tom delighted in the reaction he got from her, her whole body wracked with pleasure. All at once, heat flooded her limbs, making them tremble, and the sheer sound she lets out is enough in itself to make Tom fall apart right after her. 

But it's her tightening around him that gets him in the end.

His face contorts as the pleasure burns in his veins, pulling out of her quickly, his dog tag necklace feels cool to the touch against his bare chest as he breathes, fisting his length and letting a shuddered groan slip as he paints the soft skin of her backside with his release.

If it feels like this for him, having been close to orgasm for hours, he can't imagine how it feels for her.

He pulls her up against his chest, his lips leaving lazy, open-mouthed kisses on her neck as their breaths and hearts slowly return to normal.

“You're not angry?...”, she managed between laboured breaths.

Tom chuckled lightly, his breath running hot over her neck, “Don't fret, love. I was only pulling ya leg.”

She smacked his arm playfully, both of them looking out onto the sky as the setting sun set it alight briefly before the darkness chased it away.

“You're a cheeky bastard, Tom Bennett.” She mused softly, in a way which made it clear she was smiling.

He tightened his arms around her, resting his chin on the crown of her head, “tell me something I don't know, darlin’.”

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↷ september '23 fave fic recs!⋆☂｡☽˚.

Okay, okay here we go! This nearly killed me to make, so you better read them.

I'm kidding... I think.

Gentle reminder that what I consider 'fave' is by my own personal tastes and preferences, and you might not agree with them and that's okay! These are very lovely authors you can peruse on your own to find the right fic for you, and there are always the tags + algo. Just because your favourite fic isn't here doesn't mean it's not good; it could be potentially for a variety of reasons (I haven't read it yet, I have just not this month, I don't vibe with that character, etc).

That's what I love about the individuality in fandom and writers— there will always be that right fic from that right author that just hits all your good spots.

This is mine. For the month of September. If you find your next favourite fix here— I'm glad! If not, that's still swell! Hope you find it!

To the writers— thank you for writing such brilliant fics! I struggled setting this up because of how many I enjoyed 💝.

Anyways...

More quick reminders!

This is set chronologically; both by character name and by fic title.

If you are familiar with my blog, you will mainly see HOTD, some TLK, then random characters.

There may be smut! There may be dark fiction! I support and consume both! Please read trigger warnings actively! You are responsible for your own person! Community Labels ruin fandom ecosystems, stop snitching! Ignore or block at bloody will!

There are no series parts here. That is in a different display post that is still being processed lol.

If you see repeated author names, it can be numerous things— mostly, they're just that good, okay? Okay.

These are only for September 2023. I've read about 500+ on this account alone, and would die if I tried to go back before then, sorry. You can still check them out through tag navigation here!

I've also added some of my works that I enjoyed writing for the month, because why not.

Now that's fucking over, I hope you enjoy!

ABRAHAM (Grantchester)

*Untitled Piece by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

AEGON TARGARYEN II

Ceilings by @sapphire-writes

Lemon Cake To My Tea by @darlingofvalyria

Merciless or Ruthless? by @lovelykhaleesiii

Moan for Me by @st-eve-barnes

AEMOND TARGARYEN

A Mutual Feeling of Hate by @fan-goddess

Gelato by @oneeyedvisenya

Hell Hath No Fury @fromforeigntofamiliarity

His Love by @valeskafics

I'm A Fire, And I'll Keep Your Brittle Heart Warm by @randomdragonfires

Revolution by @valeskafics

The Black Stag by @darlingofvalyria

Til Death Do Us Part by @asumofwords

Unnerved by @dulcewrites

*Untitled by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

*Untitled by @missglaskin

Vulnerability by @valeskafics

ALDHELM

My Heart by @silens-oro

BILLY TAYLOR

The Perfect Send Off by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

BILLY WASHINGTON

Lonely This Christmas by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

DAEMON TARGARYEN

Ask, and You Shall Receive by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

A Thousand Words by @arabellasleopardcoat

Capital by @arabellasleopardcoat

Curse of Womanhood by @just-some-random-blogger

*Untitled by @barbiedragon

Valyrian Bride by @cryingforlife

HARALD SIGURDSSON

A Political Arrangement by @valeskafics

JACAERYS VELARYON

In Bastards of Blue, Wager in War by @darlingofvalyria

MAEGOR TARGARYEN

Little Lights by @dreamsofoldvalyria

OSFERTH

Lacnunga, Or, Remedy by @assortedseaglass

SIGTRYGGR IVARSSON

Little Warrior by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

SIHTRIC KJARTANSSON

Hours by @valeskafics

It's Urgent Darling by @sihtricfedaraaahvicius

Take No Wife by @valeskafics

TOM BENNETT

A Good Wife by @valeskafics

Rest by @fidelias

VISERYS TARGARYEN III

*Untitled by @barbiedragon

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

Conquerors Reborn by @undertheorangetree | Helaena, Aemond x Reader

El Tango De Roxanne by @valeskafics | Jace, Aemond x Reader

Royalty Fucked by @oorhaellaoo | Baelon, Alyssa x Reader

[heartlandians]

Heartland: Season 17 of Hit Canadian Drama Sets U.S. Premiere (Exclusive)

Heartland, the longest-running Canadian drama, has set a time and (slightly new) place for the U.S. release of its 17th season.

TVLine has learned exclusively that Heartland Season 17 will premiere Stateside on Thursday, April 25, on the commercial-free subscription streaming service UP Faith & Family, which already hosts the first 16 seasons. New episodes will release weekly, with a three-week break after Episode 5 — though during that brief hiatus, UP Faith & Family will roll out all-new exclusive content for fans (detailed below).

UP Faith & Family will be the exclusive U.S. streaming home for Heartland until early 2025; a linear premiere date on UPtv, where Heartland episodes previously made their U.S. debut, has not yet been set.

A virtual event, Heartland FanFest, will be held on April 15 from 2-3 pm ET and invite Heartland fans to submit questions via social media for cast members to answer live. (Amber Marshall, Michelle Morgan and Chris Potter are among the cast expected to appear.) Participants will also get a sneak peek at an upcoming episode. FanFest will be recorded and available exclusively to UP Faith & Family subscribers during the aforementioned three-week hiatus; those wishing to attend live can register online at HeartlandFanFest.com.

“Fans of Heartland know that UP Faith & Family continues to be the exclusive home of the newest season and the first place to see all episodes of their favorite series here in the U.S.,” says Hector Campos, SVP content strategy and programming at UP Entertainment. “We are also big fans of the series ourselves, and this season we are thrilled to celebrate Heartland with the first ever FanFest allowing exclusive access to talent.”

Based on the bestselling series of books by Lauren Brooke, Heartland is set in the rolling foothills of the Rockies in the fictional town of Hudson, Alberta. “Amy (played by Marshall) and the rest of the family know better than most that while dreams can sometimes come true, life also often takes us in unexpected directions,” reads the official synopsis. “In the new season, the Bartlett-Fleming family will find themselves excited for the future and ready to embrace new adventures, challenges and relationships. But no matter how much things may change, Amy, Lou (Michelle Morgan), Jack (Shaun Johnston) and Tim (Chris Potter) will continue to fight for what they believe in while staying rooted in the land that has been in the Bartlett-Fleming family for generations.”

Michael Weinberg, Tom Cox, Jordy Randall and Mark Haroun serve as executive producers on Heartland, the writers are Haroun, Ken Craw, Caitlin Fryers, Heather Conkie, Alexandra Clarke and Adam Hussein, and Season 17’s directors include Dean Bennett, Ken Filewych, Kristin Lehman, Madison Thomas, and cast members Potter and Morgan.  

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Fan Fiction Recommendations (2)

Aemond Targaryen (House of the Dragon)

the good in me by @thesoftestirises

enchantress by @yoursinfulurges

act fool by @cullenswife

gelato by @oneeyedvisenya

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Aegon Targaryen (House of the Dragon)

early riser by @fan-goddess

degradation by @vermithorn

dearest love by @nebulaafterdark

just trying to get lucky by @oneeyedvisenya

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Tom Bennett (World on Fire)

always been yours by @valeskafics

started may 18 ‘23

updating until full

if you want your work removes, no worried just lnk :)

[thegirlwholied]

fellow period-piece swooners, I have a movie rec for you and I am downright flexing my hand about it. and I am sorry, so sorry, that you cannot watch it right now- because I attended the world premiere at TIFF last night and apparently it's still seeking distribution which means unfortunately there are no gifs yet for me to reblog - but this is your notice to keep a weather eye:

the movie is the Widow Clicquot. the plot is champagne!

...not the celebratory spritz and spray of it all, but the dedication and innovation and passion and knowing-your-taste-and-insisting-on-it of getting bubbles to be just the right size and fuck Napoleon's embargos actually...

also, the people expressing opinions about Napoleon are a British cast pretending to be French - which I guess appeals to the piece of my soul that is Les Mis.

it's beautifully filmed in a way I specifically associate with Pride & Prejudice 2005... which makes sense given the director, Thomas Napper, directed the second camera unit on P&P 2005 & Atonement & Anna Karenina & etc. Joe Wright, who directed those, is a producer here (and was on stage last night & I had no idea who he was whoops).

there's a scene of exploding champagne bottles that may haunt me forever the way the floating cotton in North & South 2004 does. that & the vines.

to quote Taylor Swift, "it's giving cinematography."

the Widow Clicquot herself is played by Haley Bennett (who has been in many things I haven't seen...yes I had to imdb Haley while sitting in the row right behind her but) who I have seen before in Music & Lyrics! As Cora Corman! "Way Back Into Love"! & "Buddha's Delight"- I believe in karma (la, la, la)

anyway she's great in this - the Q&A host after called her performance "transcendant", not wrong - she had a SAG-AFTRA waiver to be there, and thankfully because this was very apparently a passion project throw-everything-you-are-into-it role for her. And her post-movie quotes speaking both about the character's passion and her own- "do something that makes you feel like a goddess!"; "do what you love and let it kill you"- made me a fan.

the Widow Clicquot's dead husband? Tom Sturridge, The Sandman himself and playing just as much a dream as Dream (note: I do not promise "dreamy" I promise "dream" which can also have adjectives like "wild" and "fever" applied). You need a good voice when leaning on some voiceover from letters/memory for a character; he sure has it.

but. Sam Riley. aka Mr Darcy from Pride & Prejudice & Zombies, and Maleficent's hot raven (and looks even better in this imho)- his character is Louis Bohne, Veuve Clicquot's wine merchant, and as much as the Widow herself, his character made me go, "I need to read the book" to learn how much was history v fiction there.

the character dynamic was: damn, of course you're cool with your husband's libertine BFF/possibly-lover, you're secure and he's such fun company.... your husband's tragically gone but his friend helps you out & appreciates your true love of the vineyard without overstepping... well. get yourself a friend you can both giggle with over how hot the new foreman is (Leo Suter filling a historical-eye-candy role) ... AND hook up with yourself. you go girl, & bless your hot bisexual heart fictionalized Louis Bohne.

(hottest kiss in cinema off the top of my head is always the Timothy Olyphant & Jennifer Garner first kiss in Catch & Release. But some scenes here flirt with that level, & it was the Widow/Louis scenes for me).

the sound alone made this one worth seeing in theaters; sounds were so well used (maybe when a movie is so much about taste, & you can't convey taste through a screen, you double down on the senses you can) and it was scored by Bryce Dessner from The National (whose brother has been collaborating on Taylor Swift's recent best tunes)-

the Widow's name is Barbe-Nicole and not to make a Champagne Barbie reference but this hit in the spot Barbie also reached for, in a subtle way, with the effortlessly close relationship she has with her maid (Lizzie from Peaky Blinders! thanks imdb, knew I knew that face) and the woman in a man's world of it all - obviously one who created a successful dynasty of champagne and how did I never know how instrumental women have been in creating champagne as we know it, about to jump down a historical rabbit hole here-

+ also. grief. "you don't understand. he wasn't just someone's first love". an early line + the one that stuck with me.

anyway. not to say I think it's a perfect movie (there were a few "wait I need more information" beats that left me feeling like I *need* and not just want to read the book)... and it didn't make me think "this better be up for an Oscar" (One Life, with Johnny Flynn & Anthony Hopkins which I saw Saturday: made me cry & should be)- though I think it could be for sound!... and I don't know if I'd say it's the movie I enjoyed the most (Flora & Son, out Sept 29) or learned the most from (Paul Simon documentary, all 209 minutes of it, probably takes that of the 4 films I saw)-

But it's the one I'm writing this post about. & I'm going to get the book. It made me want a bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne. & to go to the champagne region. & to see gifs of it on my dash, immediately. & I would read fan fic if there was some- it built the characters and its own movie world enough for that, with enough space left to wonder- and when a movie can do that, it thrills me.

anyway Tumblr, or at least the side I always land on. I think you'd like it. I think it's your kind of movie too. and it's filled with a lot of love from people who clearly loved making it. here's to independent productions and the unions fighting for fair deals to make a living doing what they love, here's to feeling like a goddess, here's to gorgeous period pieces and gif makers of scenes to come, here's to the author in the audience who got to see her book on screen- and the movie star who got it made and all of us still working on making our own art into something that can be seen someday. Here's to the passion of creativity in whatever shape it takes, pour the champagne 🍾🥂

[happilyhertale]

Hi, love you fan-fiction (especially Tom Bennett). I was trying to read some of them again but when I tried to read Tom Bennett part 2 -7 it didn’t work. Is this a mistake or did you remove them?

Just wanted to ask and let you know.😊

Anon… Thank you!! No, I haven't removed them… I don't know what Tumblr did there again… Should be working again now (: 🖤🖤

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Episode 157 - Public Domain Superheroes

You asked for it, so in this special bonus episode we’re talking about Public Domain Superheroes! We discuss the Golden Age of Comics, masked adventurers, copyright, crossovers, and more! Plus: Time Eggs!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Google Podcasts, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Matthew Murray | Carol Borden

Things We Read (or tried to…)

Project Superpowers (Wikipedia) by Jim Krueger, Alex Ross, Doug Klauba, Stephen Sadowsk, and Carlos Paul

Masks, vol. 1 by Chris Roberson, Alex Ross (Artist), Dennis Calero (Artist) Jae lee

See all the covers

Miss Fury: The Minor Key by Corinna Sara Bechko and Jonathan Lau

Swords of Sorrow (Women in Comics Wiki) by Gail Simone and so many others

Superheroes and Masked Adventurers (all links are to Wikipedia)

Plastic Man

Captain Marvel (DC Comics)

Captain Marvel (Marvel Comics)

The Shadow

The Spider

Miss Fury

Miss Fury and Miss Mills (article by Carol Borden on the Cultural Gutter)

Miss Fury Cut Outs

Miss Masque/Masquerade

Kato

Green Hornet

Red Sonja

Thor (Marvel Comics)

Thor in comics - DC Comics

Hercules (DC Comics)

Hercules (Marvel Comics)

Zeus (DC Comics)

Zeus (Marvel Comics)

Beowulf (DC Comics)

Beowulf (Earth-616) (Marvel Fandom Wiki)

Bucky Barnes

Black Terror (and Tim!)

Daredevil (Lev Gleason Publications) (The Death Defying 'Devil)

Jonah Hex

The Invaders

All-Star Squadron

The Twelve

Airboy

Fighting Yank

Dynamic Man

Ghost (Public Domain Super Heroes Wiki)

Cat-Man and Kitten

Irene Adler

Dejah Thoris

Green Lama

Zorro

Black Bat

Purgatori

Chastity

Lady Zorro (ComicVine)

Vampirella

Jane Porter/ Lady Greystoke

Pantha (ComicVine)

Eva, Daughter of Dracula (ComicVine)

Other Media We Mentioned

Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys

Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne and E. H. Shepard (Wikipedia)

Night of the Living Dead (Wikipedia)

Superman (1940s animated film series) (Wikipedia)

The Great Comic Book Heroes by Jules Feiffer

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon

Spicy Library Stories

Sherlock Holmes & Kolchak the Night Stalker: Cry of Thunder by Joe Gentile, Andy Bennett, and Carlos Magno

The Incredible Hercules (Wikipedia)

Aliens vs. Predator (comics) (Wikipedia)

Freddy vs. Jason (Wikipedia)

X-Men 2099 (Wikipedia)

Justice League Unlimited (Wikipedia)

Justice League Action - Jonah Hex’s Space Rodeo! (YouTube)

Archie vs. Predator (Wikipedia)

FemForce (Wikipedia)

Tom Strong (Wikipedia)

Public domain characters show up staring in issue #11, there’s also some Terra Obscura miniseries that focus on these characters.

Savage Dragon (Wikipedia)

Next Issue Project (Wikipedia)

Miss Fury: Sensational Sundays by Tarpe Mills

Call of Cthulhu (role-playing game) (Wikipedia)

Achtung! Cthulhu (Role-Playing Game)  (H.P. Lovecraft Wiki)

Links, Articles, and Things

The Cultural Gutter

Monstrous Industry

Fox Spirit Books

Episode 155 - Literary Fan Fiction

Public Domain (Wikipedia)

Public Domain Day 2022

Public Domain Comic Books (TVTropes)

Public Domain Super Heroes Wiki

Creative Commons (Wikipedia)

5 Great Public Domain Superheroes (& 5 Worst)

Superman (ice cream flavor) (Wikipedia)

National Comics Publications, Inc. v. Fawcett Publications, Inc.

Golden Age of Comic Books

Canadian Whites (Wikipedia) (Canadian WWII-era comics)

The Canadian Captain Marvel Comics #10

Fox Feature Syndicate (Wikipedia)

Crestwood Publications (Wikipedia)

Standard Comics (Wikipedia (Nedor Publishing)

Quality Comics (Wikipedia)

Fawcett Comics (Wikipedia)

Charlton Comics (Wikipedia)

WildStorm (Wikipedia) 

The 10 Best Crossovers in Archie Comics

From KISS to 'The Addams Family': The Best 'Scooby-Doo!' Crossovers You Just Have to See

12 Strangest Scooby-Doo Crossovers, Ranked

Eclipse Comics (Wikipedia)

America’s Best Comics (Wikipedia)

Dynamite Entertainment (Wikipedia)

Alex Ross (Wikipedia)

Afraid Of Cock

The printed cover to Justice Society of America #7

‘Zorro’ Licensor, in Role Reversal, Faces Trial for Copyright Infringement

Black Legion (political movement) (Wikipedia)

Chaos! Comics (Wikipedia)

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[popentertainment-moviereviews]

SEE HOW THEY RUN (2022)

Starring Sam Rockwell, Saoirse Ronan, Adrien Brody, Ruth Wilson, Reece Shearsmith, Harris Dickinson, David Oyelowo, Harris Dickinson, Charlie Cooper, Shirley Henderson, Pippa Bennett-Warner, Pearl Chanda, Paul Chahidi, Sian Clifford, Jacob Fortune-Lloyd, Lucian Msamati and Tim Key.

Screenplay by Mark Chappell.

Directed by Tom George.

Distributed by Searchlight Pictures. 98 minutes. Rated PG-13.

There has been a bit of resurgence in the old-fashioned British parlor mystery – not that they ever really went anywhere. A couple of years ago, Rian Johnson’s Knives Out became a smash hit just by taking a comic raised eyebrow look at classic whodunits. To a lesser extent, Kenneth Branagh’s slightly broad remakes of the old Agatha Christie standards Murder on the Orient Express and Death on the Nile also added humor to the classic structure.

Now comes See How They Run – just slightly beating the Knives Out sequel Glass Onion to the people, which was undoubtedly by design. See How They Run is a sweet and funny nostalgic celebration of the genre – I just wish it had a little more to say and a mystery which was a little more intriguing.

Agatha Christie – the godmother of this form – is involved in this film, as well. Of course, it is not anything she wrote, she is more the subject and a character of this film, although a character who is offscreen throughout. See How They Run revolves around the 1953 London production of Christie’s play The Mousetrap, which had become a huge success and was being groomed to be a motion picture.

Christie is not the only real-life character who is part of this fictional murder. Mousetrap actors Richard Attenborough (now possibly best remembered as the creator of Jurassic Park), Edana Romney and Sheila Sim, producer John Wolff and Christie’s husband Max Mallowan all make appearances in the rogue’s gallery.

The story is simple and complex and slightly convoluted in equal measures. Essentially, The Mousetrap is the hit of the West End. Plans for a film adaptation were in the works, with a slimy filmmaker named Leo Kopernick (Adrien Brody) tagged to be the director. However, Kopernick hated mysteries and wanted to change the whole enterprise. Besides, the film becoming a success would undoubtedly capsize the theatrical production.

Kopernick is murdered. (Don’t worry, that’s not a spoiler, it happens in the opening section of the film.) Jaded Scotland Yard detective Inspector Stoppard (Sam Rockwell) and his naïve and trusting Constable Stalker (Saoirse Ronan) are put in charge of bringing the culprit to justice.

Not that the mystery is the main concern in See How They Run. The film is quite markedly a post-modern comedy, a loving lampoon of the style. Thus you have self-aware winks at the audience – like when a playwright (David Oyelewo) suggests that the most cliched thing you can do in a mystery is have a plot flashback take place “Three months earlier…” and the film immediately cuts to a chyron reading that exact thing. Or there is the late chase scene where people are popping in and out of doors and just missing each other like something out of a French bedroom farce.

See How They Run is obviously a labor of love. Therefore, it’s a bit of a shame to point out that while the film is perfectly enjoyable and often lots of fun, it really does not have much to say about the style it is lampooning. Knives Out took a cutting and modern look at old detective fiction tropes, making it intriguing on multiple levels, not just as a parody, or even as a mystery.

This film, on the other hand, is completely retro. It could have just as easily been made in 1953, or most any time between. It feels like an old-fashioned romp of a play, a Noises Off type of confection which moves quickly and agilely, but in the long run has little that sticks to the ribs.

See How They Run will find a pretty appreciative audience in the fans of such mysteries. However, unlike Knives Out, I don’t see it crossing over to a much larger audience.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2022 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: September 16, 2022.

[celebritydecks]

Ewan Mitchell

Ewan Mitchell

Ewan Mitchell: The Soaring and Versatile Actor Who Is Captivating Hearts

1. Introduction: Ewan Mitchell

Ewan Mitchell was born on 8 March, 1997 in Derby, England. He is a well-known and rising British television and movie personality, model and actor. He withholds all details pertaining to his parents, siblings and extended family. Her mother is a housewife, and her father is a modest business owner, according to media reports. He is a very intelligent and talented actor and many girls have crushes on him because of his incredible acting abilities and ideal jawline. His net worth is thought to be around $1.5 million, per media reports. Although he occasionally joined female actors on the red carpet, he never had a romantic connection. His dating status was never disclosed to the media in any detail.

2. Career

Ewan Mitchell has wanted to become a famous actor since he was a young child. The Central Junior Television Workshop in Nottingham served as his training ground.

Ewan Mitchell’s early acting career began with the short film “Stereotype.”Later, he appeared in the movies “Just Charlie” (2017) and “High life” (2018). He was cast in the Amazon Prime Video original movie ‘Saltburn‘.

The Halcyon, The Last Kingdom, World on Fire, and House of the Dragon roles played by Mitchell demonstrate his range as an actor.

On Television, In the 2017 historical drama “The Halcyon“, Mitchell made his acting debut as Billy Taylor, a young man who was having a hard time figuring out where he fit in.

His breakthrough performance was as Osferth, a Saxon warrior raised by Vikings, in the BBC Two and Netflix historical drama “The Last Kingdom“. Critics lauded Mitchell’s performance of Osferth. He was able to express the character’s both vulnerability and strength, as well as his strength as a warrior and loyalty to his companions.

He played Tom Bennett, a World War II-era British soldier, in “World on Fire“.Tom Bennett is a complicated person who is having a hard time accepting the horrors of war. His own demons, such as grief over his friend’s passing, are something else he is battling.The critics praised Mitchell’s performance of Bennett. He received honors for playing a young man who is attempting to find his place in the world even as everything around him is falling.

Mitchell played Billy Washington in the ITV crime drama “Trigger point” in 2022. Billy Washington is a troubled young guy who faces mental health issues. He has a history of doing drugs, being violent, and running into legal issues. Mitchell’s performance of Billy serves as a stark reminder of the debilitating effects that mental health issues can have on people and their families. He makes Billy seem more real and human by bringing a sense of reality and humanity to the part. As a result, Billy becomes more likable and lovable.

Mitchell started as Prince Aemond Targaryen later that year in the HBO fantasy series “House of Dragon“, which is a prequel to “Game of Thrones” and an adaptation of George R. R. Martin‘s fictional history novel “Fire and Blood“. He was praised by critics for his performance in the show. Aemond is the son of Prince Daemon Targaryen and Rhaenyra Targaryen. He is a skilled warrior and a natural leader.

3. Mitchell’s Potential to become a leading actor.

Mitchell is a fan favorite because of his talent for bringing complex characters to life, and his work will no doubt continue to wow audiences for years to come. He has spoken out for the value of diversity in the performing community. For other performers who wish to see more diversity in the field, he serves as an example. Mitchell is a gifted performer who has a promising career. In the future, he has the ability to break through as a major actor. He is a skilled actor who can take on a variety of parts. He is dedicated to his profession and constantly aspires to become a better artist.

[crack-canon]

Genshin Impact: Actor AU

Modern AU

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-Bennet off set is actually really athletic and does parkour in his free time. It’s why he’s able to pull off some really dangerous stunts (think Tom Holland)

-Xingqiu doesn’t actually read half the time. Well he does read but what he reads is a whole lotta manga and fan fiction. Sometimes he’ll sneak his manga onto set and disguise it with his books. So sometimes when Xinqiu is used a secondary character or background, you’ll see his genuine reactions to whatever he’s reading. There was one time where Chongyun had to comfort Xinqiu while they were background characters. They kept that in

-Xiao is really tired of Almond Tofu, especially when he has to eat a new plate because another actor messed up their lines

-Razor is probably Australian

-with how many characters have dangly sideburns, there was a day where they just all wore them as Venti

-Chongyun offset has a whole lotta energy and is easily distracted so playing his character is actually rather difficult since he has to remain focused

-Baizhu is indeed a weak fuck, on and off set

-Qiqi and Xiao are actually siblings. Both of them are naturally quiet and soft spoken

-Klee has gotten scolded by the staff for throwing her soft plush bombs at people and going “KA-BOOM!!” Because they’re so small and could be easily lost. The others don’t mind at all and find it endearing

-Razor likes to bonk people with his claymore, especially Bennett and Diluc

-Razor’s muscle and some of his scars are real. He’s a really sporty teen who does track in his free time

-When Razor and Bennett do running scenes, they have to slow it down for others

-Most of Bennett’s scars are also real. He’s a huge med nerd (he doesn’t actually want to go into the medical field. He just had a hyperfixation and now has random knowledge on body parts, injuries, and illnesses)

-When it comes to the smaller actors slamming down their heavy weapons, those ones are specifically built and strengthened in their “sharp” part to withstand hits. They’re also weighted to give a bit of realism to the heavy attacks

-Bennett’s a natural platinum blond but still doesn’t change the fact that he’s got a lot scar makeup to put on

-Aether has natural long hair which some people are jealous about due to how well cared for it is

-Xingqiu’s handwriting is honest to god dogshit

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Shipping Out

Pairing: Tom Bennett (World on Fire) x f!reader Warnings: Drinking, smoking, public sex, smut. Word count: ~1.5k

Summary: Just trust me on this one, and read all the way to the end.

Author's note: A little birthday treat for @bottlesandbarricades. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

The pub is crowded and noisy, the humidity of the air making her carefully coiffed curls cling to the back of her neck with perspiration. It’s not often that she frequents this side of Manchester, but the change of scenery is a refreshing switch of pace to the monotony of everyday life. Laughter, music and the clinking of glasses is preferable to the whir of the factory sewing machines.

She taps her red lacquered nails against the wood of the bar, wrinkling her nose at the stickiness of the wooden surface beneath her palm. If the frequency with which it’s wiped down is any indication of the attentiveness of the barkeep then she’s in for a long wait for a drink.

Sighing, she fishes her cigarette case from her handbag, flipping it open and plucking one out. No sooner has she placed it between her lips than a hand is clicking a flame to life before the end of it, turning it a glowing cherry red. She casts her gaze upwards through the steady plume of smoke, met by twinkling blue eyes and a cocky smirk, as the chivalrous stranger deposits his lighter back into his trouser pocket and regards her with a tip of his head.

“Thanks,” she says with an easy smile, taking the smoke between her fingers and exhaling a tight line of vapour up towards the ceiling.

“Don’t mention it,” he replies with a wink. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this then?”

God, that’s a terrible line.

She bites back a laugh, and decides to humour him. “Trying to get a drink, service in here is awful though.”

He purses his lips, eyes raking over her from head to toe, before nodding. “Can’t be having that.” Slapping a hand against the bartop, he calls out, “Oi! My lady friend and I are dying of thirst over here! Anyone serving?”

She raises her eyebrows in disbelief, but doesn’t have to wait long until a middle aged, irritated looking woman makes her way around the corner to the pair of them and grumpily takes their order. She’s long since finished her cigarette by the time the glasses are placed heavily down in front of them.

He doesn’t even ask what she wants to drink; she ends up with a gin and tonic, while he has a pint. It’s what she would have ordered anyway, but the bold presumption unsettles her regardless.

Sipping her drink, she relishes in the way the fizzy bitterness envelopes her tongue as she takes in what he’s wearing; navy blue slacks and a matching long sleeved smock, with a white striped collar.

“Shouldn’t you be on a boat somewhere, sailor?”

He grins, setting his glass down on a dog eared beer mat. “Just so happens I’ve been given a night of shore leave. I ship out again tomorrow.”

“Lucky me,” she says with a coy smile.

“If you play your cards right you might be.”

There’s that smirk again. She watches as he takes out a packet of Lucky Strike, perching one between his lips before offering one to her. She gratefully accepts, and he’s quick to light it for her, before doing the same to his own.

Every table is full, but she doesn’t mind, she’s content just to prop up the bar with him, ignoring the ache of her feet as they lapse into effortless conversation. He’s handsome, if a little overeager and she pays rapt attention as he entertains her with stories of his time aboard the HMS Exeter.

She’s on her third gin and tonic of the evening when he leans in to whisper to her.

“So, I might not see another woman for months after tonight. You gonna help me make it one to remember?”

Feeling her cheeks heat up, she giggles softly. “What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find a way for you to thank me for my loyal service to our country,” he tells her, taking her hand and leading her out of the pub.

Allowing the gin to fuel her confidence, before she can change her mind, she lets him guide her outside. Even met with the sobering chill of the night air, she offers up no protest when he pulls her into the ginnel, the brickwork biting into her back as he pushes her up against the wall and captures her lips with her.

It’s a messy kiss, moist and desperate with need. He tastes of beer and tobacco as she welcomes his tongue against her own with parted lips, her fingertips sliding over the breadth of his shoulders and up into the cropped softness of his sandy coloured hair.

Pressing tighter against her, he groans appreciatively, mouth moving from hers to travel a path across her jaw and down her neck, as his hands find their way up her skirt. One teases the top of her stocking while the other presses against her clothed core, making her gasp.

His touch is hurried, not as thorough as she’d like, yet she feels a growing stickiness between her thighs regardless. The warmth of his fingers and lips against her makes her feel desired, and she is lightheaded, almost giddy, to see the effect she’s having on him.

Instinctively, she parts her legs wider as he dips beneath her knicker elastic, stroking eagerly through her folds.

“Christ, you’re soaked,” he rasps against the shell of her ear, “bet you’d let me fuck you right here, if I wanted, wouldn’t you?”

She bites her bottom lip, stifling her quiet whimper as his strokes against her cause her to throb. “Please…”

“Since you asked nicely…” He pulls back, blue eyes dark with intent as he makes quick work of unbuckling his belt, lowering his trousers and briefs just enough to free his erection.

Even in the darkness of the alleyway she can see that he’s thick and heavy, and he pumps lazily at himself, while his free hand reaches into his pocket.

“Leave that,” she tells him, as she spots the foil of the sheath wrapper.

He raises an eyebrow, pursing his lips as he stares at her. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” she whispers.

That’s all the confirmation he needs, slipping the packet away and surging forward. He pulls her underwear to the side, grasping the base of himself and pushes forcefully into her in one motion.

The movement knocks all the air from her lungs. Though she is wet, the public nature of their tryst leaves little time for him to prepare her fully, the luxury of time is not on their side, but in their desperation neither one of them cares. It stings, the fullness of him pushing against her, but it’s a pleasurable hurt.

Her breaths leave her mouth in shallow pants as he pistons his hips into her, lifting one of her legs to hook her thigh around his hip. She wraps her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he rocks into her, his forehead pushed up against hers.

“Filthy slut,” he grits out, “bet you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-yeah…” she whines, feeling his fingers press tighter into the meat of her thigh.

His brow furrows, and he grunts, his pace becoming sloppy and erratic. While the ache builds steadily inside of her, she worries he’ll finish before she does. The thought is fleeting, and as though he’s read her mind, the hand not gripping her thigh slips between them, fingers rubbing tight circles against her bud. She clenches around him, the added stimulation serving to intensify the tightening in her lower belly.

“That’s it,” he mutters, “come on.”

He pulsates inside of her, knocking against a spot that makes her tip over the edge suddenly, and she lets out a choked cry, a rolling wave of weightlessness travelling from her head to her toes. Her walls spasm around him and he pushes himself in to the hilt, a groan of relief escaping him as he spills himself inside of her.

They stay like that for a few moments, both catching their breath as their bodies relax. He grins as he pulls back slightly, before leaning in to pepper her face with soft, playful kisses.

“Tommy!” She huffs a laugh, swatting at his shoulder.

He slips out of her, stepping back to tuck himself away and fasten his belt. “Thought we weren’t supposed to be using our names? Part of the fun was pretending we don’t know each other.”

She scoffs, putting her gusset back into place as she feels his spend start to drip out of her, and smooths her skirt back down. “Think you ruined that when you ordered my drink without asking what I wanted. A stranger wouldn’t know I like gin and tonic!”

Tom rolls his eyes and chuckles, offering his arm for her to take. “Right, right. Well, I’ll remember for next time. Whatever you need for me to fulfill your fantasies.”

“Right now, my only fantasy is being at home in bed. That pub is horrible,” she tells him as they begin to walk down the street arm in arm.

“You wanted the uniform. I wasn’t gonna take us somewhere someone we know would see and take the piss.”

She laughs, gripping his arm tighter as she looks up at him. “Was fun though, wasn’t it?”

He gazes down at her with hooded eyes as they continue to walk. “I’ve had worse nights.”

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

A Promise Woven in Silk

18/12: Letters & Lingerie Kink - Tom Bennett Word Count: 2.1k~ | Warnings: suggestive letters, masturbation (m), p in v sex A/N: thanks to @ewanmitchellcrumbs for checking my Tom Bennett was cunty enough 🤭

12 Days of Smuff Masterlist

Tom couldn't wait to be off this fucking boat.

It was a sort of slum in motion, but with the threat of being killed or drowned.

He made his own fun, practically forcing people's hands into betting on the day his canary laid an egg, pissing off the commanding officer and choosing rather colourful language when he was speaking to people of a higher rank than him. Not like he gave a shit.

But he only did those things because he was Tom.

It didn't make him really happy.

The only thing that managed to pull a smile to his face were letters with her handwriting on the front.

It felt wrong to call her a sweetheart so to speak. After all, at first there was no expectation of anything deeper, not wanting to get involved in something so trivial before he decided to disappear abroad. But it was exactly that expectation that drew him to her.

She wasn't desperate and needy. And yes, he'd tease her for it, but she was so fiercely independent, she turned her nose up at how a woman should conventionally act towards someone she liked.

He loved her for that.

He leapt onto the top bunk, checking the room was clear before pulling the sealed letter from his pocket, the paper slightly crumpled with her swirly feminine handwriting decorating the front.

Dearest Tom,

I hope you are settling into navy life well and are not causing too much trouble for the people who have the displeasure of being around you all day and night. 

He smirked. She knew him too well.

As I write this, my stomach flutters at the thought of your upcoming shore leave. I have been entirely too impatient to not tell you that I have concealed a great secret from you, one I should hope you will be pleased to uncover upon your return to me.

Picture me, with delicate lace trimming framing the curves of my body, meant for your eyes only of course. The fabric, as smooth as a moonlit ocean, holds promises of stolen moments where you are once again by my side.

I must confess, once you are back I scarcely think I could ever let you go again. The mere thought of you being here with me has a pleasant, exciting effect on my inhibitions. An effect, I dare say, you are keen to replicate.

I anticipate the shared warmth of our reunion, one I have no doubt you have sorely missed.

Yours in fervent longing…

He swore his mouth was agape, before a sly grin slipped onto his face.

Jesus Christ.

Tom's baby blues flitted over her handwriting, as if needing to commit the words to memory over and over to make certain he was reading the same thing.

His fingers gripped the delicate paper noticeably tighter as his mouth went dry.

Cheeky fucking minx.

Completely naturally, he brought the paper to his face, sighing longingly at the familiar scent of her perfume. She'd no doubt spritzed it a few times before sealing it, intent on torturing him even further as if the words alone had not done so.

Her scent flooded his mind, making way in his brain and pushing all the blood there south, his manhood pulsing almost uncomfortably at the memory of her.

The way he'd left her lingered there.

She had his white shirt around her shoulders and completely nothing else, her breasts peeking teasingly against the thin fabric as if to tempt him to stay when she knew he couldn't.

He'd almost jumped right back on her when she rose to her knees and plucked the post-coital cigarette from his lips to have a sweet, shallow drag of her own, her eyes aglimmer with mischief and sparkled with lust. 

And he's not ashamed to say that the image of her lips around the cigarette had him wishing they were around him instead. Looking up at him through her eyelashes, massaging the length that would not fit in her perfect mouth.

And so here, miles and miles from her, but unable to think of anyone or anything but her, he slipped his hand into his trousers, keeping her letter close to his face and pumped himself needily, imagining it was her grinding her hips atop him, her moist lips parted with those sounds he loved so much slipping forth.

He spilled himself over his knuckles in no time with a choked moan that he had to keep quiet.

It was sweet, sweet torture.

“Cheeky. Fucking. Minx.”

Tom practically skipped through off the train onto the platform, resisting the urge to break into a run as he played the route to her flat in his mind and how to get there the fastest.

It felt like he'd had a perpetual need for her ever since he read her words, which was more akin to pornography than an innocent love letter, having the desired effect of keeping him rock hard, fists clenched and jaw tightened.

God, she'd pay for that.

His boots thumped as he made his way up the back stairs to her flat, fists rapping on the door rapidly and excitedly, his chest feeling all tight and fluttery.

Every second there was no answer, his leg bobbed with anticipation.

Tom's tongue poked his cheek as the door slowly cracked open, a smile working its way to his face.

Her hair was waved over her shoulders, a satin dressing gown around her and tied at the middle, accentuating her waist, with her legs all bare and poking tantalisingly out beneath the rich fabric.

She herself gave a smirk, pulling the cigarette from her lips with two of her manicured fingers.

“Hello, sailor.”

Fuck, her voice.

She squeaked in surprise as Tom's tall form had to twist to force his way in, his bag forgotten to the floor with a thud, finding better purchase on her body as he surged down to meet her lips halfway. She smelled and tasted just as he remembered.

Bodies touching and smirking between fervent kisses, he mumbles between them, “Hello, beautiful.”

Heat rose to her cheeks, and equally sank to that spot between her thighs that grew moist, aided by the endless weeks without his presence.

“I can't believe you sent me such racy letters. You just want to get me in trouble, don't you... and believe me you're doing a fantastic job at it.”

She hummed, pulling away to look up at him, smirking as he plucked the cigarette from her to take a drag for himself.

“You've got to have something to look forward to on shore leave, Bennett.”

He grinned with all his perfect teeth, stubbing it out once he was done with it and running his tongue over his lips.

She scrunched her nose, her hands around his shoulders as she craned up to meet his misty gaze, “in any case, I don't know what you mean. My letters were perfectly well-meaning and innocent.”

He scoffed, the smoke leaving between his pink lips, blonde eyebrows raised, “innocent? Those letters could be classified as a war crime.”

Her lips part involuntarily, warmth gathering in her gut as his hands lay flat either side of her waist.

"Now, where's my promised prize? To celebrate my return.”

She bit back a grin, her hands sliding down his chest to the tie at her front, fingers pulling it loosely unbearably slowly.

Tom swore he ascended to heaven once the silk parted to reveal what she'd promised beneath, a delicate lacy number that seemed to drift over every curve and left very little to the imagination.

 “Now that's what I call a greeting and my reward.”

His hands assisted in pushing the silk off her shoulders, leaving her standing in her silk sleepwear, the front dipping right where the shadow of her breasts appeared.

He grinned like a schoolboy, raking in every piece of her he'd been unable to see for weeks. God, maybe even months.

“You know, I almost thought you were lying in your letter and you didn't actually have this... but you surprised me.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as they both leaned in, dragging his nose over her cheekbone and placing several kisses, too chaste for his nature, along her jawline.

“I couldn't possibly do that to you, Tom.”

She giggled girlishly as his hands were now unable to stop their journey around her body, squeezing and moulding the flesh to his palm as he guided her to her bed. He stood, looking down as she lay there waiting for him with that honey-like gaze, biting her lip when she saw him work on his own clothes.

Once he got to his belt, she lifted her hands to the straps of her brassiere, to pull them down, until Tom tutted at her, kneeing her legs apart in reprimand, earning a confused expression.

He loved it when she looked all dumb like that.

He smirked, “Maybe I want you to keep it on. You look good in it.”

At this she lowered her hands, eyes glimmering with mischief as she watched him struggle with his belt.

She smiled smugly, “have you gone soft on me, Tom Bennett?”

“Soft is the opposite of what I am right now, love.”

A soft giggle slides past her lips as Tom looms above her, shoving his trousers past his hips as they snag on nothing, his eyes hardening  the more frustrated he gets. But it quickly dissipates, core clenching around nothing once he pulls himself from his underwear, hardly having to stroke himself to full attention.

His fingers creep along the side of her thigh beneath the delicate lace, swiping the pads of his fingers against her, grinning widely when he finds his words and actions have had the desired effect, her hips twitching upwards at his touch. 

“Oh, love. You’re fucking soaked for me.”

His ministrations become rough almost instantly, tugging the silk to the side and running the fat head of his cock, red and weeping against her womanhood. She watches the way his chest inflates and deflates with heavy breathing, at how the dog tag there glimmering in the low light around his neck, looking down between them, the air feeling hot and only the sounds of pure carnal desire rumbling in their throats. 

“Tom - please -”, she mewled longingly, trying to move her hips to gain friction as he teases her bud with the tip of his length. 

A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest, “God I fucking love it when you beg. What do you think, should I make you do it again?”

She shakes her head quickly, closing her eyes and turning away with a warm face at the intensity of his gaze down at her. 

He huffs another laugh and lays atop her, pushing her leg apart with his knee and pressing a kiss to her temple, “It’s alright, love, too fucking impatient for that.”

Her mouth falls open, warmth flooding her as he pushes into her agonisingly slowly, splitting her apart on his length to slide into her slick walls. Tom can’t help but screw his eyes shut, burying his face in her neck and inhaling her perfume as her warmth squeezes him and her fingernails leave crescent-moon shaped marks on his back.

He barely waits to reach the end of her before he moves, his hips meeting hers softly at first, but increasing in vigour once he hears her tiny little whimpers, and the way she presses her lips together to try and be quiet. 

Ever stubborn. 

Skin meets skin with quiet smacks, neither needing to say anything (except for the occasional ‘fuck’ encompassed by a low moan from Tom) but just basking in this closeness they’d been deprived of in all the time they’d been away. He is sure he could stay between her legs all fucking day, squeezing the flesh of her thighs and tasting her lips on his. 

“Fuck - ‘m gonna-”, he moans lowly, his hand running up the nape of her neck and pulling the strands of her hair through his fingers, not enough to hurt. Her core tightens around him, head thrown back into the mattress, lips parted. 

“oh - fuck, yes-”

With a choked moan, he takes her over the edge with him, holding her so tightly that had he been in his right mind, he’d think he was hurting her. But she doesn’t protest. She only loosens her grip on him when his thrusts falter to a stop, but his length remains tucked inside her, shuddering when he feels her core clenching around him in the aftermath of her peak.

His normal attitude clouded by the haziness sex, he rests on his forearms above her, giving an exhausted smile that she returns. 

“That the greeting you were hoping for?” she asks, her breath coming in short, hot pants.

And just like that, the Tom Bennett grin returns, leaning down to capture her lips again, “Yes, but I’m not done with you yet.”

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1st Critics’ Choice Super Awards — Film Winners

Critics’ Choice Super Awards are a Critics Choice Awards special event honoring the most popular, fan-obsessed genres including Superhero, Science Fiction/Fantasy, Horror, Action and Animation.

BEST ACTION MOVIE Bad Boys For Life (Sony) Da 5 Bloods (Netflix) — WINNER Extraction (Netflix) Greyhound (Apple TV+) The Hunt (Universal) Mulan (Disney+) The Outpost (Screen Media) Tenet (Warner Bros.)

BEST ACTOR IN AN ACTION MOVIE Tom Hanks – Greyhound (Apple TV+) Chris Hemsworth – Extraction (Netflix) Caleb Landry Jones – The Outpost (Screen Media) Delroy Lindo – Da 5 Bloods (Netflix) — WINNER Will Smith – Bad Boys For Life (Sony) John David Washington – Tenet (Warner Bros)

BEST ACTRESS IN AN ACTION MOVIE Betty Gilpin – The Hunt (Universal) — WINNER Yifei Liu – Mulan (Disney+) Blake Lively – The Rhythm Section (Paramount) Iliza Shlesinger – Spenser Confidential (Netflix) Hilary Swank – The Hunt (Universal)

BEST ANIMATED MOVIE Onward (Disney+) Over the Moon (Netflix) A Shaun the Sheep Movie: Farmageddon (Netflix) Soul (Disney+) — WINNER The Willoughbys (Netflix) Wolfwalkers (Apple / GKIDS)

BEST VOICE ACTOR IN AN ANIMATED MOVIE Jamie Foxx – Soul (Disney+) — WINNER Will Forte – The Willoughbys (Netflix) Tom Holland – Onward (Disney+) John Krasinski – Animal Crackers (Netflix) Chris Pratt – Onward (Disney+) Sam Rockwell – The One and Only Ivan (Disney+)

BEST VOICE ACTRESS IN AN ANIMATED MOVIE Tina Fey – Soul (Disney+) — WINNER Honor Kneafsey – Wolfwalkers (Apple / GKIDS) Maya Rudolph – The Willoughbys (Netflix) Phillipa Soo – Over the Moon (Netflix) Octavia Spencer – Onward (Disney+) Eva Whittaker – Wolfwalkers (Apple / GKIDS)

BEST SUPERHERO MOVIE* Birds of Prey (Warner Bros.) The Old Guard (Netflix) — WINNER Secret Society of Second-Born Royals (Disney+) Sonic The Hedgehog (Paramount) Superman: Man of Tomorrow (Warner Bros. Animation)

BEST ACTOR IN A SUPERHERO MOVIE* Skylar Astin – Secret Society of Second-Born Royals (Disney+) Jim Carrey – Sonic The Hedgehog (Paramount) Chiwetel Ejiofor – The Old Guard (Netflix) Ewan McGregor – Birds of Prey (Warner Bros.) — WINNER Ben Schwartz – Sonic The Hedgehog (Paramount)

BEST ACTRESS IN A SUPERHERO MOVIE* Kiki Layne – The Old Guard (Netflix) Peyton Elizabeth Lee – Secret Society of Second-Born Royals (Disney+) Margot Robbie – Birds of Prey (Warner Bros) — WINNER Jurnee Smollett – Birds of Prey (Warner Bros) Charlize Theron – The Old Guard (Netflix)

BEST HORROR MOVIE Freaky (Universal) The Invisible Man (Universal) — WINNER Relic (IFC Films) The Rental (IFC Films) Sputnik (IFC Films)

BEST ACTOR IN A HORROR MOVIE Ṣọpẹ Dìrísù – His House (Netflix) Pyotr Fyodorov – Sputnik (IFC Films) Michiel Huisman – The Other Lamb (IFC Films) Dan Stevens – The Rental (IFC Films) Vince Vaughn – Freaky (Universal) — WINNER

BEST ACTRESS IN A HORROR MOVIE Haley Bennett – Swallow (IFC Films) Angela Bettis – 12 Hour Shift (Magnet Releasing) Elisabeth Moss – The Invisible Man (Universal) — WINNER Kathryn Newton – Freaky (Universal) Sheila Vand – The Rental (IFC Films)

BEST SCIENCE FICTION/FANTASY MOVIE Love and Monsters (Paramount) Palm Springs (Hulu and NEON) — WINNER Possessor (NEON) Synchronic (Well Go USA) The Vast of Night (Amazon Studios)

BEST ACTOR IN A SCIENCE FICTION/FANTASY MOVIE Christopher Abbott – Possessor (NEON) Jake Horowitz – The Vast of Night (Amazon Studios) Anthony Mackie – Synchronic (Well Go USA) Andy Samberg – Palm Springs (Hulu and NEON) — WINNER J.K. Simmons – Palm Springs (Hulu and NEON)

BEST ACTRESS IN A SCIENCE FICTION/FANTASY MOVIE Ally Ioannides – Synchronic (Well Go USA) Katherine Langford – Spontaneous (Paramount) Sierra McCormick – The Vast of Night (Amazon Studios) Cristin Milioti – Palm Springs (Hulu and NEON) — WINNER Andrea Riseborough – Possessor (NEON)

BEST VILLAIN IN A MOVIE Jim Carrey – Sonic The Hedgehog (Paramount) — WINNER Kathryn Newton – Freaky (Universal) Martin Short and Jane Krakowski – The Willoughbys (Netflix) J.K. Simmons – Palm Springs (Hulu and NEON) Hilary Swank – The Hunt (Universal)

*Superhero categories also include Comic Book and Video Game Inspired Movies

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All-Time Favorite Books: Classics

Anyone who knows me knows I could talk about books all day every day. I thought it would be fun to do a series on the blog where I share my all-time favorite books from several categories: classic fiction, contemporary fiction, historical fiction, memoirs, etc.

I’ll start with the classics. I’m arbitrarily giving this label to anything written more than 50 years ago. I really didn’t start reading classic literature until middle school, when my mom and sister dragged me to see the Keira Knightley “Pride & Prejudice” movie adaptation. Although I complained the entire ride to the theater that I didn’t want to see their “boring old” movie, my life was forever transformed. It was funny. And relatable. I immediately read and devoured several Jane Austen novels, then moved on to other classics. You’ll notice that I have mostly British lit on my list-my mom is a British lit teacher and majored in English in college so that’s why.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte-My favorite love story ever. Mr. Rochester forever! I’ve heard that the Twilight series is loosely based on Jane Eyre so all you Twilight fans better read the OG story.

Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen-It’s so funny! My favorite character is Mr. Bennett. OMG and Mr. Collins. I also loved Sense & Sensibility and Emma.

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott-This book is so good for my soul. It just makes me feel warm and fuzzy. I’m still not over the fact that Laurie and Jo didn’t end up together AND that he marries Amy.

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens-This book is spooky and creepy and I couldn’t put it down!

Tess of the D’Ubervilles by Thomas Hardy-This one is lesser known and it’s saaaaaad. But beautiful and worth a read. Trigger warning: contains rape and the death of an infant. Keep a box of tissues nearby.

I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith-I wavered before putting this one on my classics list because I think it was published in the 1950s (I just looked it up-it was 1948. I was close!!). Fun fact: it’s by the same author as 101 Dalmations. A young woman lives in a crumbling castle with her eccentric writer father, ex-model stepmother, and siblings. Her old sister is determined to marry rich and escape their poverty. Two American men show up one day. Drama ensues.

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain-I hated Tom Sawyer but loved this one. JIM!

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald-Nick is one of my favorite narrators.

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee-I used to dream of marrying Atticus Finch (played by the beautiful Gregory Peck in the film adaptation).

What are your must-read classics???

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The Terrifics

DC’s The Terrifics evokes exactly what you think it’s meant to. Does Volume 1: Meet the Terrifics do enough to suggest that the new series can evolve beyond its avowed inspiration?

In the aftermath of Dark Nights: Metal, the trio of Mr. Terrific, Plastic Man and Metamorpho are plunged into the Dark Multiverse, thanks to the blundering of Simon Stagg. In addition to the dangers of the dimension, they meet Linnya Wazzo, present day ancestor of the LSH’s Phantom Girl, a teenager who’s been stuck in the dimension in her phantom form for years. Before escaping back to their own Earth, they stumble onto a mystery involving the other-dimensional hero Tom Strong. Back home, the Dark Multiverse has left Phantom Girl with a particularly destructive problem, while the four heroes discover they’re forced to remain in close proximity to one another or suffer some painful consequences. A trip to Linnya’s home planet brings an encounter with alien marauders and some shocking info about her time in the other dimension. Back on Earth, they deal with a city whose inhabitants are turning into clones of Metamorpho, before meeting armored villain Dr. Dread, who plots to destroy Tom Strong.

Part of the “New Age of Heroes” group of titles that launched in the wake of Metal, The Terrifics makes no attempt to conceal that it’s a riff on Marvel’s Fantastic Four. Writer Jeff Lemire has assembled a cast that mixes many of the familiar powers, skills, personality traits and intra-group dynamics of Marvel’s First Family and gleefully plays with them. The book is a mix of superhero action, science fiction, epic adventure, fearless exploration and monster-driven b-movies. Lemire has a lot of fun playing with these various elements and the plot moves quickly, never getting bogged down in one area. There are plenty of big moments, lots of humor (the Plastic Man/Metamorpho interplay is a decent approximation of classic Human Torch/Thing banter) and some well-placed moments of genuine emotion. Linnya is an especially effective entry point for readers, as the young woman grapples with some major changes in her life and gets used to a very new setting. Lemire whips up classic comic book soap opera via the fraught relationship between Metamorpho and Sapphire Stagg. And Mr. Terrific is a solid center in the unamused “I’m getting too old for this…” role. Plastic Man, as always, is pretty much weaponized wackiness.

Three different lead artists are featured in Meet the Terrifics, which could be some cause for concern for a monthly book. Part of that was endemic to the “New Age of Heroes” rollout, where DC recruited big names for the launch, most of whom didn’t stick around very long. In this case, Ivan Reis was onboard for the first issue and most of the second, helping to establish the book’s visual identity before departing. And it’s a sturdy set up, with lots of creativity and a loose, fluid feel to the action, which zooms across different colorful backgrounds with giddy abandon. After that, two issues from Joe Bennett bookend two more from Evan “Doc” Shaner. All three are strong craftsmen and their styles are similar enough for the transition to be fairly smooth, suggesting good editorial attention. But with multiple inkers and colorists also in the mix, fans can’t help but have some concern over the stability of the creative team. It’s not a hindrance in this first collection, but when DC can’t manage to produce a single initial arc with one creative team, fans can’t help but wonder if the publisher is spread too thin.

The bigger question is whether or not The Terrifics can develop into more than a well-executed Fantastic Four homage. An especially pressing point since Marvel’s successful, high profile FF re-launch a couple months after this series arrived pretty well stole its thunder. And not only the FF, but The Terrifics also can’t avoid comparisons to DC’s own Challengers of the Unknown, a classic combo that’s gotten its own recent makeover. Lemire is a smart writer and while he’s having fun playing “FF dress up” to some extent, he’s also seeding differences that might pay off down the road. The personalities on the team echo certain qualities of the FF, but are distinctive enough on their own to be worthy of attention and the group dynamic is poised to go in some very different directions than its inspiration. The involvement of Tom Strong (itself a concept that bears many hallmarks of the classic FF) could be an x-factor that helps The Terrifics develop into its own identity. If nothing else, the mix of superheroics and scientific adventure on display in the book fills a niche in DC’s line. If Lemire succeeds in transcending the source inspiration, it could be a long-term success story.

That remains to be seen and the initial arc is, perhaps understandably, still in “wink, wink/did you see that” mode. But it’s a fun ride with a writer to watch, so if you’re at all interested, give The Terrifics a shot and see where it goes.