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z0mibite · 6 months

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pairing – father anthony x afab!reader

warnings – afab!reader, vaginal fingering + clit play, loss of virginity (?), the word deflowered is used (not in dialogue), purity ring gets removed.

word count – 452

n/a – BASED OFF A DREAM I HAD JUST BEFORE I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, MAYBE GOD IS REAL. YALL AINT READY FOR THIS FOR REAL. Also, apologies for tagging this in astarion, just wanted more people to be able to find it. Also, for those that requested, I'm working on them dw <3

You writhed as Anthony curled his fingers once more. He sprawled comfortably on your left side, his leg hooking over one of yours, forcing your thighs to make room for him. The initial ache had long since passed, leaving only waves of pleasure to move throughout your body. The chill in his room in the early morning called to your slick, making you feel it all the more against the contrast of your heated center.

His breathing was labored as he stared down your body, his hips ever so subtly jutting forward as he watched you squirm underneath him. It was fitting, such a pretty little thing, pure as an angel, had come to be deflowered by a holy man. He allowed his thumb to graze your clit softly, circular motions following. You felt his pinky and pointer fingers graze either side of your swollen lips, you felt his entire hand all over your pussy.

“It's so good of you, you may go with some dignity…” He whispered, his breath caressing your neck.

His nose gently brushed against your cheek, while his lips traced your jawline. Your hips eagerly moved against his hand, yearning to release the building tension. The knot in your stomach tightened as he had mentioned it would, pressure rising, and your breath catching.

“Tsk tsk tsk… easy angel, patience is virtue. Just relax and allow me to give you this, allow yourself to feel it run through you.. I won't tease.” He gently scolded you,

Following his command, obediently, you forced your hips to rest against the mattress. Your eyelids started to flutter, a struggle to keep them from closing. The final thing you glanced at as the knot released was the cross dangling above the mirror on his dresser. In it, you see the image of yourself and Father Anthony, his body spreading yours out, Your head snaps back into the pillow, a sinful sound escaping your lips. You hear him release a soft groan as your thighs close him in between your legs.

For a moment, the world seemed to dissolve into some embodiment of pleasure; a quiet pause enveloped you. Anthony's larger hand found yours as his thumb and ring finger delicately encircled your purity ring. His eyes, blue of the skies you both turned to in prayer, met yours. The subtle warmth of his touch mingled with the coolness of the metal pressed against your skin.

For a fleeting moment, you held your breath, your purity ring, a symbol of commitment and faith, began to rise off your finger slowly. As the ring glided upward, you exhaled. The sensation lingered, a blend of relief and intensity, as the circle of metal finally slipped away.

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astarions-bride · 4 months

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I'm convinced that every single one of Neil Newbon's characters do the "Astarion Leg Thing" and nothing will ever change my mind

Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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somethingblu3 · 4 months

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Thy Mercy | Father Anthony Bridge

Read on Ao3 here.

18+ minors dni.

Fandom: Casualty

Summary:

Father Anthony commands you to list out the rosary.

TW: Church Sex, Spanking, Candles Wax Play, Improper Use of a Rosary, Priest Kink, Author is not Christian, Forbidden Secret, Relationship,neil newbon - Freeform, Begging, Burns, Dom/sub, Dirty Talk, Bible Kink, No Beta, mouth spitting, Mutual Masturbation, cum, Paddle, Humiliation, lightly edited, Orgasm Delay/Denial.

Pairing: Father Anthony Bridge x female afab reader

Word Count: 1,844

Divider Credit: firefly-graphics.

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I'm not Christian, but I did go to church when I was younger. It's been over a decade since I've used a rosary, so I'm not entirely sure if the beads are accurate.

“Say it,” Father Anthony ordered in the shadows. You both sat in the empty church. The only light came from the flicker of the oil candles that hung from the ceiling. You had never been in a Church alone, especially not on a cold, dark winter night like this. Your hands are sweaty as they trace over the familiar chunky beads. It was a gift given to you by your grandmother. You remember sitting at her vanity as she gifted you the beads. They were sacred, and you kept them secure under your pillow at night, not wanting to lose them, but you almost dropped them as you felt Father Anthony’s gaze lock on you in the shadows. He was watching, waiting for you to start.

He had warned you that if you stuttered or your voice faltered, he would spank you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Anthony's hands clutching the black paddle in his hands as he readied himself. Your breathing hitches as your sweaty hands clutch at the burgundy glass. Your mind goes blank, but you can feel Anthony’s hand ghost your sides, closing your eyes. You took a breath, trying to cleanse your dry lips. Anthony pushes his nails into your thighs, a sign for you to start.

“In the name of the Father, The Son, and of the Holy Spirit Amen” Your fingers move towards the first bead, feeling the contours of the Crucifix between them. He hadn’t even done anything yet, not even touched your skin. You could feel something against it, maybe his fingers or the brush of the silver of his belt as he grinded against you; it was hard to tell in the dark. It was scary not knowing what was coming next. He had blinded you before, but here you were in the Church surrounded by the darkness. You were both very evasive about your relationship. If anyone ever found out about this, Anthony would be fired and defrocked, not even that he would be ousted from the community.

He was more protective of that in the early days, but as your relationship developed, he found it harder and harder to let you go. You were his biggest sin. He couldn’t walk away from second to drinking. You lick your lips as they suddenly turn dry, and you hear him play with the silver of his belt. A warning. “Our father, who art in heaven…” He pulls back your black skirt, which he told you to wear for this evening’s service. Your breathing hitches as you press on, moving to the smaller beads. “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.” “Faster,” Anthony hisses as his belt drops to the ground, and you feel his hands grab you by your waist. “The Agony in the Garden…The Soc-Sco-ugring at the-” You pause as he slides inside you. As always, you are already wet and sticky. His hand teases your clit, preparing you, and you hear him groan in delight. You didn’t want to disappoint him. You could already hear his voice in your head.

You stutter, “At the-Fuck” You are so tight, but that doesn’t stop him. His breathing increases Anthony halts you trying to search for your voice as it escapes you, and you feel the ip of Anthony’s cock ghosting over your back and cum dripping down your legs; you're already so wet. Not that you are surprised. He waits for a moment and clicks his tongue. You can’t help but feel…disappointed. “The scourging at the pillar,” you finish confidently. Anthony nods. “Good girl,” he praises you as he inserts himself into you once again. “The crowning with thorns-” you hesitate as you feel your cheeks flush increase. “And the crucifixion.” “You missed one,” Anthony scolds as he removes himself from you and then takes you over his lap. “The carrying of the cross,” he tells you as his paddle is against your skin."I'm sorry, father." You cry. "Again. Say them again," He demands as the paddle rests inches away from your skin, a lingering threat. You take a shaky breath, clutching the bread, and then you start again, but your brain has already turned to mush. "In the name--" You swallow as you feel him consider if he should spank you or not, but he doesn't. You clear your throat as you start again, your fingers finding their way to the beads. "In the name of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen." His fingers glide against your skin.

You know he won't mark it yet, but you can't help but shiver under his grip. "Our father, who art in heaven." You continue as you move on to the next bead and then the next until you reach "The Agony in the Garden..." You pause, trembling the pad inches and inches away from your skin, and as he presses further, you fumble. "Fuck-i'm so sorry, father." You sob as his paddle spanks against your skin. "I'm so sorry," you tremble. "I thought I had trained you better than this," Anthony snarled You lower your eyes, focusing down on the wooden floor, feeling nothing but shame course through you as he spanks.

"Count. Count to four," He orders, his other hand rubbing your other cheek "One" Smack "Tw-ooh" Smack "Fuck-Thr-eee" He pauses but then adds another smack. "F-ffour" you finish He smacks again. "Good girl, now let's start again from the top."

You nod and carry on repeatedly, but then, this time, you stop at the crucifixion. You close your eyes, knowing what is coming next. You tried to prepare yourself, but there isn't another smack at your ass. Instead, Father Anthony pulls away for a moment, and then he finally starts once again. "I don't think this taught you much of a lesson, did it?" He asks with an arched brow You are too stunned to speak as you feel your ass clench from the stings. He's not going to start again, is he? Usually, he would give breaks in between or at least kiss and "So why don't we try again?" "Father, please-" He ignores you as he reaches over and grabs a candle from the holder. It drips onto your skin, and you hiss, chowing down on your cheek to bear the pain.

"Good girl," he tells you as he messages your head. He watches as your body jitters. The pain is unreal, the sensation of the hot wax. He throws down the paddle, tossing it onto the wooden floor as he grips the candle in his hand, the wax melting his skin. He inserts himself inside you once again. "Let's start from the crucifixion and see if you can finally finish." You nod, shivering from the heat. You feel like you are melting, but also, at the same time, you know that Father Anthony won't hurt you. That was against his moral code, but the pain thrill was still exciting.

"Okay," You gulp as he thrusts inside you. Your dry cum drips between your legs like the candle wax between his fingers. "Okay, okay," you whimper as you get used to his thrusts as they increase in speed, still feeling the tingle of the wax drip down your lower back. "In the name of the Father, The Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen...." Thrust "Our father, who art in heaven…" Thrust. Now, the room is filled with the sound of his skin smacking against yours. His other hand finds its way to your left waist, pulling you as close as humanly possible. Your moans were escapable now. If someone were to walk in right now, it would be clear as day what the two of you were up to, and that feeling made your heart race, and you could just about see your skin turn bright red under the glow of the candle.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. The Agony in the Garden…The Scourging at the-” "Go on," He commands "The scourging at the pillar, The crowning with thorns, and the--the" You can feel yourself approaching your final orgasm as it tricks down your legs, and you roll your head back. You feel Anthony's hand in your hair as he croons your neck to look at you. He pants and spits in your mouth, his chin covered in drool. He stops trapping your hand clutched with the beads firmly.

"Hold on-" He commands as he takes the warm beads from your hands. "Turn around and face me," He commands," and he does You shiver as you finally meet his gaze. He's tired but happy as a small smirk appears at the corner of his lips. Forecebilly he takes the rosary from your hands and shoves them inside your sticky pussy. "Father," You gasp as you feel the beads between your legs. He chuckles darkly "You are such a good girl," he tells you, stroking your hair. "You're doing the Lord's work," he mumbles the sensation. Of the beads rocking between your legs is something else. The small cross rubs against the end of your pussy, edging you even closer and closer without him even touching you. You watch him as he takes his dick in his hand, proud of himself as he watches you stutter and moan, grabbing onto one of the pews. "Let yourself go, love," he instructs as he quickens the pace of his hand on his dick.

You nod, and your eyes roll back, your breathing hitching. You spot him as cum dribbles down from the head of his cock onto his robes. Your hand fiddles for the beads, and you begin rolling them against yourself. God, it was shameful, especially with how much they meant to you, but you knew after this, they would be covered in your seed, in your wetness, and you would give it to him as a gift, perhaps as a birthday present, so that he would always. Be near you. You grin at that thought.

A subtle reminder. "Now, what comes after the crucifixion, my love?" He urges as he wipes his cum against his robes "The Resurrection," you pant. You knew that wasn't all of the stages, but for now, it was the most you could get through without faltering, and you felt proud of yourself as a smile plucked at his lips. Once you finish, you both orgasm against each other, his seed mixed with your wetness. He throws the candle stick into the trash and licks his finger with your mixed juices, but his robe is still a mess. You are too weak to speak, and then he catches you as you are about to collapse onto the floor. "I want to treasure this forever." He pants as he rushes towards you, shoving your hair behind your ear, and kisses your neck as your eyes drift close. "This is heaven...". You lower your head against his neck, and you catch your breath. This man will be the death of you.

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im-his-druidess · 4 months

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Don't forget to check out my new side Blog @astarions-bride dedicated to my newest hyperfixation...

Neil Newbon!

Hope to see you guys there 🥰

#my love for him is a problem #Neil Newbon #bbc casualty #father Anthony Bridge #rob #charlie #Astarion #Nikolai #beyond the rave #the stomach 2014 #the expedition #extinction

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spicechica · 1 month

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Hi, I'm new to the writing platform and I've been apart of the neilnewbon community for the past couple of months. I want to start writing headcanons and short stories for some of his characters but I don't know where to start. 🤷‍♀️

My inbox is open for ideas and headcanons for his characters😊

Don't write anything to hardcore or filthy, just a little smut and spice.

MINORS DNI 🔞

(CHARACTERS)

•Nikolai - Beyond the Rave

•Luke Davenport - Dream Team

•Captain Hook - Kia Commercial

•Seb - As if

•Ernst Robinson - Stranded

• Mark Griffin - Reverb

•Father Anthony - Casualty

•Richard - Later

•Rob - Extinction

•Quinten Quist - The discovery of heaven

(WILL NOT WRITE⚠️)

•Self harm/Su!c!dal thoughts

•Dom!reader/Pegging

•Religion kink

•Neil Newbon himself (The man is married)

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gothushi · 1 month

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Watched the Casualty episode with Father Anthony and honestly grabbing the bars of my enclosure like excuse the hell out of you BBC doctor drama but a hot tattooed priest? With ear piercings but took them out bc he wants to be respectful, but also does not like Old School Asshole Catholics? And he's really sweet and gentle and tells terrible jokes? Gimme.

i’ve seen all his scenes in it but i gotta find it again and just rewatch bc ugh…. father anthony the man that u are🙏🏻i shld sdo some headcanons bc i KNOOWWW hes so sweet and gentle with u.. but also so.. snarky, condescending in the softest way, convincing u that u can take more and more

#neil newbon #neil newbon x reader #father anthony #father anthony x reader

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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amagi2000 · 10 months

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Tony Bennett

Anthony Dominick Benedetto, United States Army

63rd Infantry Division

August 3, 1926 – July 21, 2023

Tony Bennett was an American singer. Bennett amassed many accolades throughout his career, including 20 Grammy Awards, a Lifetime Achievement Award, and two Primetime Emmy Awards. He was named an NEA Jazz Master and a Kennedy Center Honoree, and was the founder of the Frank Sinatra School of the Arts in Astoria, Queens, New York. Bennett sold more than 50 million records worldwide.

Tony Bennett had come a long way since growing up poor in Queens, New York, during the Great Depression. Born Anthony Dominick Benedetto in 1926 to Italian immigrants, Bennett's father was a grocer who died when Tony was 10 years old. It wasn't long before he started helping out the family by singing while waiting tables.

Like many people and many families, the Benedettos' lives were forever changed by World War II.

Bennett turned 18 in 1944 and was drafted into the U.S. Army.

By March 1945, the young soldier was deploying to Europe with the 63rd Infantry Division, replacing casualties lost in the Battle of the Bulge. In his 1998 autobiography "The Good Life," he called the war a "front row seat in hell."

As the German Army was pushed back, Benedetto and his company saw bitter fighting in cold winter conditions, often hunkering down in foxholes as German 88 mm guns fired on them.

At the end of March, they crossed the Rhine and entered Germany, engaging in dangerous house-to-house, town-after-town fighting to clean out German soldiers; during the first week of April, they crossed the Kocher River, and by the end of the month rea ched the Danube.

During his time in combat, Benedetto narrowly escaped death several times. The experience made him a pacifist he would later write, "Anybody who thinks that war is romantic obviously hasn't gone through one,"and later say, "It was a nightmare that's permanent. I just said, 'This is not life. This is not life.'"

At the war's conclusion he was involved in the liberation of the Kaufering concentration camp, a subcamp of Dachau, near Landsberg, where some American prisoners of war from the 63rd Division had also been held. He later wrote in his autobiography that "I saw things no human being should ever have to see."

Benedetto stayed in Germany as part of the occupying force but was assigned to an informal Special Services band unit that would entertain nearby American forces. His dining with a black friend from high school—at a time when the Army was still racially segregated—led to his being demoted and reassigned to Graves Registration Service duties.

Subsequently, he sang with the 314th Army Special Services Band under the stage name Joe Bari (a name he had started using before the war, chosen after the city and province in Italy and as a partial anagram of his family origins in Calabria). He played with many musicians who would have post-war careers.

Upon his discharge from the Army and return to the States in 1946, Benedetto studied at the American Theatre Wing on the GI Bill. He was taught the bel canto singing discipline, which would keep his voice in good shape for his entire career. He continued to perform wherever he could, including while waiting tables. Based upon a suggestion from a teacher at American Theatre Wing, he developed an unusual approach that involved imitating, as he sang, the style and phrasing of other musicians—such as that of Stan Getz's saxophone and Art Tatum's piano—helping him to improvise as he interpreted a song.He made a few recordings as Bari in 1949 for small Leslie Records, but they failed to sell.

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apostate-in-an-alcove · 9 months

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I don't know if this is already common knowledge to you, but I recently discovered that Neil Newbon, the guy who voices the current internet heartthrob Astarion, has played a priest before, and finding that out made me think of this blog. I also watched a clip of him in that role and oh my goodness I'm not okay. He's, um, very pretty in that role.

No, I did not know that. The ol' clerical suit can make most people look good tbh or maybe I'm biased lol.

He played Father Anthony Bridge in Casualty for those of you who were wondering.

#anon ask

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grayastor · 1 year

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Welcome to Aurora Bay, [GRAHAM “GRAY” ASTOR]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [NICK ROBINSON]. You must be the [TWENTY-SIX] year old [COLLEGE STUDENT & WAITER AT THE ALL-NIGHTER DINER]. Word is you’re [HARDY] but can also be a bit [JUDGMENTAL] and your favorite song is [LUCKY BY RADIOHEAD]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

BIOGRAPHY

Full Name: Graham Abel Astor

Nickname(s): Gray

Age: 26

Gender: cismale

Place of Birth: Aurora Bay, CA

Date of Birth: May 17, 1996

Star Sign: Taurus

Personality Type: ISFP

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Occupation: student and waiter

Relationships:

Family: father and extended family he never speaks to

Status: Single

Friends: Darcy Anthony and her father, Jameson Cassidy,

Enemies:

History:

tw: drugs, alcohol, abuse and death mention

Graham is an only child to a single father. His mother split when Graham was still in grade school. The story is she hitchhiked her way out of town to get away from Samson and Gray. Gray always wished she had just died, drowned in the ocean or something, instead of choosing to leave him with his relentless father.

Samson, Graham’s father, is a janitor here and there in town. When he isn’t mopping floors, cleaning piss and vomit, or sleeping in his couch at home in the Ocean Crest Apartments, he usually has some bad words on his lips and the smell of alcohol on his breath. He has hit his son too many times to count, causing bruises, cuts, burns and deeper hurt.

Gray was never great at school, but he stayed on campus longer than most. Not in the library, but with friends loitering or smoking in the parking lot. He never had any money but stole his father’s drugs or drink, partying with other kids his age. For awhile there, he was the main ‘supplier’ of the school at parties, until an accident happened at the hands of Darcy Anthony. In fact her father, the chief of police, helped straighten Graham out. He helped him see the danger of consequences, and that Graham was capable of pulling himself out of his father’s abyss. Even when Darcy ran away, Graham still pulled himself out of the dark he once knew.

Personality:

As a teenager, Graham was more of an introverted class clown. He never took anything serious, until his best friend caused a fire which had one casualty, a boy they all knew. After that incident, fear started to set in about his future until Mr Darcy helped put him on the right path. He helped Graham find tutoring and start college and apply for Financial Aid. Graham is utterly afraid of messing up, and has closed himself off due to the bad influence he had (and was) when he was younger. He fears that life (or his father’s life), and wants desperately to get on his own two feet and leave Aurora Bay forever.

Graham is quiet, has a dark sense of humor, is dedicated, dutiful, secretive, gentle, observant, reliable, stable, cautious and gloomy.

Words:

technologically illiterate, cryptid curiosity, ghost hunter, i want to believe

Links (all work in progress)

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Wanted connections:

Mr Darcy and other positive influences

Friends, recent and old

Possible roommates to help him move out

Classmates and coworkers

#aurorabay.intro

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gggoldfinch · 7 months

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Did you know Neil Newbon played father Anthony in Casualty? ┬─┬ノ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°ノ) just sayin....

A PRIEST YOU SAY???? 👀

#anon ask

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z0mibite · 5 months

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pairing – father anthony bridge x gn!reader

warnings – makeout session, past suggestive/not full smut, reader is on anthonys lap, but he changes positions swiftly, no specific gender or sex for reader, implied reader isn't a virgin/reader doesn't like celibacy, no sex before marriage, slightly condescending anthony (in a sexy way ifykyk).

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n/a – little snippet for yall since you're thirsting for mister bridge, might make it a full blown smut if you guys like it (I already have a title - make me a sinner), abruptly ends just to tease.

Breathless, you gasped as yours and Anthony's lips separated for the first time in what seemed like hours. Your legs straddled his thighs, barely resisting the urge to grind against the crotch of his denim.

His hands were warm against your waist, the blood rushing in your veins igniting a heat within that clawed its way to the surface of your skin.

If someone had seen either of you like this alone, they might assume you were on your deathbed. Feverish, flushed, struggling to breathe, writhing in discomfort—discomfort caused by the lack of friction between the one place you needed it most and him.

He exhaled against your lips, you inhaled, breathing in his essence. “Why must you make this so difficult for me?” He joked, a grin cracking his previously serious expression.

His eyes opened, meeting yours with a shade only comparable to natural diamonds. Your heart skipped a beat before you giggled in response to his question.

“What do you mean?” You asked between laughs.

Anthony rolled his eyes before flipping your position, now he leaned over you, gently holding your wrists in his hands.

“What do you mean?” He mocked. “What do you mean?” He repeated, in his own manner, emphasizing the ‘you’.

He leaned down for a quick peck on your lips before trailing kisses along your jawline and down to your neck.

“Are you just desperate for me to marry you? Mm? Just want me to put a pretty little ring on your finger?” He left open-mouthed kisses on your throat following each question.

You whimpered under his false scrutiny, you had entered the relationship knowing full well he wouldn't fuck you till he married you. It was a boundary he had placed in the very beginning, but you can't lie and say you weren't frustrated with the life of celibacy.

“No.. something else..” You spoke, breathlessly.

“Oh? What's that?” He asked condescendingly, knowing full well what you wanted.

#neil newbon #neil newbon x reader #neil newbon priest #father anthony casualty #father anthony neil newbon #father anthony x reader #father anthony bridge #father anthony bridge x reader #astarion x reader

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astarions-bride · 4 months

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out of all Neil's characters...who is an ass man, tits man, or thigh man? 👀

The first Group Preferences!

Nikolai

Thighs and maybe your tits. Especially near the Femoral Artery. Loves to leave bitemarks and bruise-shaped handprints there and loves it when you wear short skirts or shorts to show them off. I see him being very territorial and possessive so any marks he leaves on you is akin to him leaving a claim on you. Same goes with your chest. The soft pliable flesh under his teeth fuels his more animalistic side and loves knowing his marks are all over your body.

Charlie

Tits. We all saw that short film. How he was eyeballing that woman's chest (calling them lovely 🥴). So I completely headcanon that this man is obsessed with tits. No matter the size, shape, etc. You would probably have to deal with a lot of groping from him. He would absolutely just faceplant on your chest and stay there for hours happily.

Father Anthony Bridge

He strikes me as a thigh man. Don't know why, but I just envision him placing his hand on your thigh while sitting next to you, squeezing and stroking casually, and he probably does it without realizing it.

Rob

Ass. Cannot keep his hands to himself. Will slip his hand into your back pocket or keep his hand splayed possessively across your ass. Loves to leave his handprints on your skin, loves to see your ass jiggle as you walk (or when he's taking you from behind 👀) and will stare obviously if you walk in front of him.

Captain Hook

Tits are his kryptonite. Any shape or size. Will absolutely get distracted if you go without a bra, openly staring with his fingers twitching with his effort of holding back from touching, but will instantly attack someone if they so much as glance near your chest. Loves to buy you clothing that enhances your breasts and he has quite an a eye for lingerie for you to wear.

Astarion

Loves every part of you, but has a special spot for your thighs. They are so warm and he loves having them wrapped around his waist (or his face) and loves laying between them. Also, same as Nikolai, the Femoral Artery is a favorite place for him to bite. Your throat is a place he also loves. Pressing his lips against your Carotid Artery, feeling the beat of your heart and the warmth of your skin, will have him falling into a sleep-like trance against you.

#father anthony bridge #astarion #beyond the rave nikolai #the stomach 2014 #the stomach charlie #bbc casualty #the expedition rob #baldurs gate 3 #neil newbon x reader #beyond the rave 2008 #neil newbon headcanons #astarion headcanons #captain hook #neil newbon #the void answers

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vomitdodger · 1 year

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Everyone is going to have to pick a side.

Short summary: Anthony Bass of the Blue Jays shared a post supporting the boycott of Target and Bud Light and supporting Christian values. Note how this is always editorialized as being “anti” LGBQRSetc and not “pro”’childhood innocence/protection and traditional values etc. The backlash was severe and swift. Initially he was re-educated, forced to issue several public apologies and designated to catch the ceremonial first pitch at one of the two Pride Month celebrations. Wonder if MLB did the same for Memorial Day or Mother’s Day or will do the same for upcoming Fathers Day? If so, clearly not to the extent of the woke agenda. Also no mentioning of who EXACTLY is throwing the first pitch. Any bets it will be in drag? Anyway, the multiple apologies weren’t enough and he was fired. That surely was always the plan all along but they had to make an example of him first. Guess how many of his teammates came to his support. ZERO! And yet MLB still pushes forward with the above agenda to indoctrinate the kids and destroy America (and Canada in this example). But the message is clear:

EVERYONE IS GOING TO HAVE TO PICK A SIDE SOON. And there will be casualties in one way or another.

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biglisbonnews · 1 year

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Spocott Windmill in Cambridge, Maryland The fanciful-looking Spocott Windmill on Maryland's Eastern Shore is an English-style post windmill. It is a reconstruction of the windmill that stood on the site in the 1800s and is the last remaining windmill of its kind in Maryland. With its housing and four long blades, the entire Windmill sits 10 feet above the ground atop a stout vertical post. This construction allows the whole building to be rotated to catch the wind. The 28-foot-long blades are designed to be covered with sailcloth, and a long tail pole extending from the back of the windmill allows someone to manually rotate the building. John Anthony LeCompte Radcliffe constructed the original Spocott Windmill in 1852. It was blown apart during the Great Blizzard of 1888. Owing to the region's strong winds and many rivers, Maryland's coast was once littered with wind-driven grist mills. Ironically, many ultimately became casualties of the wind, with the last windmill blowing over in a hurricane in the early 1900s. In 1972, former U.S. Senator George L. Radcliffe, the youngest son of the original builder, resurrected the Spocott Windmill. Radcliffe fondly remembered the Windmill from childhood and rebuilt it as a memorial to his father. Master boatbuilder James B. "Mr. Jim" Richardson was hired to reconstruct the mill using parts salvaged from the original, including the staircase and 700-pound grindstones. Like the original, wood planks for the board-and-batten building were cut from local trees. Because there were no blueprints, Richardson worked from old photographs. At its opening, the structure was named "George L" in honor of its founder. The site of the Windmill is now a small history museum depicting life in a village on the Eastern Shore in the 19th and early 20th centuries. Buildings added to or restored on the property are the 1939 Lloyd's Country Store and Museum, a blacksmith's shop, the Muse-Lecomte doctor's office, the 1870 Castle Haven one-room Schoolhouse, and the Adaline Wheatley House. The latter was the home of a free black woman born in Spocott in 1847. Wheatley worked as a cook and caretaker for the Radcliffe family and raised seven children in the tiny cottage. All the buildings contain period furnishings. The Spocott Windmill Foundation maintains the property and twice annually operates the windmill for grinding. However, the structure could once again become a victim of climatic forces. The area around the Windmill grows softer from sea level rise, so it now takes more than one person to rotate it on the spongier ground. Estimates are that within 75 years, nearby Gary Creek could swallow the Windmill and much of its property. The decision before then will be whether to move the Windmill or risk losing it again. https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/spocott-windmill

#buildings #museums and collections #museums #black history #windmills #Atlas Obscura

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Simone Ashley interviewed by New York Amsterdam News

Simone Ashley in ‘Bridgerton’ Season 2—an actress to keep an eye on

by MARGRIA

April 14, 2022

There is no getting around how impacting “Bridgerton” Season 2 has been on the Black and Brown communities around the world. In America, where things are white and barely Black the arrival of two Indian characters, in key roles, in the second season, has set the social media world aflame, and rightly so.

And although the series is based on the book series written by Julia Quinn of which there are eight novels, one for each of the Bridgerton siblings, it was the visionary Shonda Rhimes (“Grey’s Anatomy,” “Scandal,”

“How to Get Away With Murder”) and her team that brought these characters to the small screen, making sure to cast gifted, multiracial actors. It’s a joy to watch. This attention to detail we can call the Rhimes touch because there are very few showrunners that have a better hit record than Rhimes, who has ruled television for most of the past two decades.

Now, to the facts. “Bridgerton” Season 2 is more than just a success story, it’s taken hold of the imagination of millions and has zoomed to the No. 1 spot in 76 countries, with a viewership of 82 million+ homes, and is moving, like a bullet, to becoming the second-most watched series by total watch time on the platform. This is just another example of Rhimes’ ability to create another cultural phenomenon while keeping her fingers firmly on the cultural zeitgeist and making sure that multiculturalism is never lost.

Although it’s not yet clear if the Netflix series will follow the same format as the books (or run eight seasons), Season 1 was mostly adapted from the first book in the series, “The Duke & I,” and the second, “The Viscount Who Loved Me.”

The love story in Season 2 focuses on Anthony Bridgerton (Jonathan Bailey) and Kate Sharma (Simone Ashley, Kate Sheffield in the book), who are both equally passionate and unmovingly stubborn in the show.

The sexual chemistry is clear for all to see, except the feuding lovers.

The second season finds Lord Bridgerton now determined to marry out of obligation, not love since he’s never recovered from witnessing the sudden death of his father (from a bee sting) at the age of 38.

The young Lord is taken for a spin when Edwina (Charithra Chandran)—the diamond of the season—will only marry the man approved by her older, deeply loved half-sister Kate. When Anthony begins to court Edwina, Kate’s defenses spring alive believing him to be a “rake, with a capital R” as a gossip columnist, Lady Whistledown, describes him in her popular scandal sheet. But it’s the undeniable chemistry between Anthony and Kate that makes this season so special.

Ashley has been a working actress for years, cutting her teeth in many well-known British dramas including “Doctors,” “Casualty,” “Broadchurch,” and “Guilt.” Then her career took a great jolt forwards when she landed a role in the Netflix smash hit, “Sex Education,” playing the hip, cool girl Olivia Hanan, a girl terrified to show her boyfriend her face during her sexual climax.

We caught up with Simone Ashley (Kate Sharma) to chat about her role in “Bridgerton” who is on record stating that representation “matters” (and, it does), and to discuss her character.

Amsterdam News: Congratulations on the success. They only gave me eight minutes which means three questions. Is there a question that you wished reporters had asked you, that they did not? She’s a complicated character.

Simon Ashley: Thank you. Well, I would like to speak more about my character [Kate Sharma] and there has been such a wonderfully warm response to having the Indian representation on this show. This character is inspired by author Julia Quinn, and she is such a nuanced, complex character and one that I enjoyed playing.

AmNews: You are an extremely gifted thespian and your body language is pure perfection. How did you work with the director?

SA: Thank you. I didn’t want to portray the character as a villain, someone who betrays her sister. This is about family, her love for her family. I wanted to portray a woman that’s authentic to her heart, and protecting Edwina, and her family. That’s the value that I wanted other women to see. I wanted to show that strength.

AmNews: Love is her motivation. It comes through very strongly.

SA: Kate is someone who wants to blend into the background. When we first meet her, her hair is in a bun, the make-up is minimal. She wears very dark colors. She isn’t very effervescent because she wants to put her sister first and in the spotlight. Kate, she’s the silent, kind of assigned type, in the background. She’s very observant.

AmNews: That’s an interesting way to describe her but accurate from what I viewed.

SA: She’s a people watcher, she loves to observe and I think she’s very reserved, and I think she’s not very open to being vulnerable with people. She likes to keep to herself.

AmNews: As I said, at the top of this conversation, she’s a very complicated character.

SA: I think that her journey is that she wants to run away from her problems. Her loss of her father, especially after she’s married off her sister. Then we slowly see her loosen up and become more colorful, with what she wears, and how she’s letting her hair fall. And she’s opening up to the idea of falling in love.

AmNews: Well said, and we do watch Kate fall in love—and the struggle of letting go is so wonderfully, delicious.

SA: I think, for me, it was important to tell that part of the story. She was in a rock and a hard place but she genuinely was falling in love with this person, Anthony, who is kind of her soulmate. And that journey of loving herself and setting herself free from those duties and responsibilities.

AmNews: Sounds like a fun challenge, am I correct?

SA: It was a fun challenge to play a character like that. Someone so subtle, with minimum speech in certain areas, and I enjoyed playing Kate, through her eyes, and her observations of this world that she’s in.

AmNews: Again, it goes back to my comment about your beautiful body language.

SA: Thank you. I am drawn to people like that anyway—mysterious—still waters run deep and that applies to Kate.

AmNews: Understatement, what I also loved, speaking about subtleties, is how Kate connected with the animals which included her dog, the horse, and a bee. A horse is a wild beast, you must pay attention.

SA: I resonated with Kate on this because she’s not like her sister, Edwina, a super academic, who practiced all the dances, Kate has an intuitive heart. She may not be as articulate as Edwina but she is very intuitive with animals which I applied with the bee sting scene, in episode 3, and when I was speaking with the director we discussed how she’s the only one that can calm Anthony down like she’s able to tame a wild horse. There is something about her in that ability to calm him because there is something animalistic about Anthony and Kate can handle that, she’s the only woman to put her foot on the ground [so, to speak] and hold the reins.

AmNews: Anthony is like that fairytale character, the one with the lion who is ailing because there is a splinter in his paw. He’s growling because he’s in pain.

SA: Yes. I love that analogy. Exactly. She’s very brave for both of them.

AmNews: Let’s talk about the look—the no beauty look created by makeup artist Pat McGrath.

SA: All hail to [makeup artist] Pat McGrath, she’s one of the loveliest people that I’ve ever met. Her beauty products are just incredible and we used her products on the show. I was more than happy, I was incredibly honored to wear the products. And when I walked on the set, I felt so beautiful, and confident, like a princess, and that my skin was being shown off in the best way possible and that’s something rare.

AmNews: You said a mouthful. To get our colors correct, on-screen—it’s close to being a miracle.

SA: It’s beautiful how it brings dark skin to life with the lighting, and the makeup—everything.

AmNews: You did not look like a zombie.

SA: Exactly, no gray tones on this set.

AmNews: Not with Ms. Pat McGrath.

#simone ashley #kate sharma #bridgerton #bridgerton netfix #kate sheffield #bridgerton cast #olivia hanan #new york amsterdam news #interview

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Warnings: language / plagiarism from the originals! I do not own anything in regards to marvel or the originals I'm just a women with slight obsessions

A/N: To quote my main character "I'm the best parts of a vampire, werewolf and a witch"

Avengers come to recruit Briar

Asserting her dominance, Briar peers into Steve's mind and sees how hurt and depressed he is.

Tony loses pepper and seeks comfort

(i’m slightly obsessed with the winter soldier rn sooo imma throw a wrench in here and add Bucky to the story cause i can muhahahhaha)

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Tony, Nat and Steve walked into the bourbon bar off the main street,

Tony takes a quick look around "keep an eye out, she should be fairly easy to spot."

"Would be easier if we knew what she looked like, I can't believe there are no pictures of her. I thought that the interweb thing had photos of everyone?" Steve asked his seemingly innocent question. Tony rolled his eyes

"I told you she has long dark hair, green eyes and looks like she wants to kill everyone." Stark walked up to the bar "what kind of bourbon you sell here?" He asked

"the alcoholic kind" the bartender responded walking away.

"Hmm, ok." Tony tapped the bar.

Nat was searching the other side of the room when a loud group stumbled through the doors; there were 4 of them looking gangly and hungry.

"You smell that?" The tallest one cocked his head towards rogers "smells like new meat" low growls came from their chests.

"You selling tickets to something or..?" Stark snapped at them

"We're not looking for trouble," Steve assured them. The group stood in front of the entryway and bared their fangs, snarling. "Too late."

"Stark, what the hell did you drag us into?" Nat pulled her pistols out aiming them, "we are looking for Briar. Old friends" Stark commented double tapping his watch and pulling part of his suit over his hand

They launched at each other, fists, bullets and beams flying from one side that never found their targets, the group moved with blinding speed and already had hands on the team. One knocked Tony to the ground; another yanked Steve's head back and went to rip his throat out with his teeth; suddenly he was sent hurling into the wall. All fighting ceased at the action and a british accent poured out of the doorway "You're making a mess in my favorite bar."

"Cutting it a little close aren't we?" Tony asked, pushing off his knee to stand. Briar stood in the doorway one arm raised holding the man against the wall. "Gentlemen, there better be an excellent explanation for this." Heels clicking on the floor as she walked into the bar;

"It's Briar. Go, now!" the rest of the group ran off through the back exit. Briar directed her attention to the one she still held, gritting his teeth he strained to speak "let me go" he hissed

"That looks like it hurts" she twisted her hand "that's what I was going for" the man let out a yell in pain "what're you doing to me?" Panic taking over his voice.

"Stop it, let him go" Steve stepped forward, giving her a warning tone. Briar didn't blink, she watched her toy writhe in pain "Anthony, darling." She tilted her head in starks direction "it's been too long"

Stark shifted his stance "Briar, you're looking ravishing as always. Thought maybe we could chat?" With that Briar turned back to the man against the wall "I'm feeling generous, so here's what we're gonna do. I'm going to let you live, so long as I never, ever, see your face in this town again. Yes?" Dropping her hand to her side the man fell from the wall and within seconds was out the door.

Briar walked over to Tony and wrapped her arms around his neck, she kissed his cheek. "You brought me a boy scout and a ginger, I would have preferred chocolates and wine. The whole city will be buzzing over wonder boy here, dying to sink their teeth into him." Briar bit the air next to Tony’s ear.

Tony steps to the side holding an arm toward the two avengers "Oh I'm sorry, Briar this is Capsicle and romanoff and this is--"

"Briar Mikaelson; my, you are a tall glass of water" interrupting Tony, Briar eyed Steve up and down causing him to shift uncomfortably. Nat grinned "what are you?" Curiosity flashed in her eyes. "I'm a tribred. My father was an original vampire, my mother was a Crescent pack leader and my grandmother basically invented black magic. I'm all the best parts mixed into one" she gave them a wink.

"Vampires?" Nat repeated, "Werewolves? Witches. This is the stuff of novels, fairy tales."

"I mean you saw how they moved, you saw her throw someone into the air like she was Wanda, i'm sorry we have an alien coworker, a God and a raging green monster but you draw the line at vampires and werewolves?" Tony snorted.

“From what I’ve seen you don’t have very good control of them, how many casualties have you had from blood thirsty vampires?” Cap spoke to Briar but turned to face Tony “You want to recruit someone who would sooner tear a person’s throat out than listen to them? Absolutely not, she’s not welcome in this team. Spoiled princess beating fear into everyone"

"That’s fine, you're not welcome in New Orleans, captain. The serum that runs through your veins can be sniffed out by any vampire or werewolf from miles away and what the witches wouldn't do for some suped up blood. That shield you carry doubles as a target because they will come for you and I don't think I like you enough to deal with protecting you." Briar turned to the bar, every candle lighting around her.

"This is my city. We don't live in the shadows like rats.”-- Briar poured herself some bourbon and turned back to face Steve “The locals know their place. They look the other way. The blood never stops flowing and the party never ends. This is my home, my family, my rules."

Nat glanced at cap who folded his arms over his chest "And if someone breaks those rules?"

A smile formed on her lips "Then they die. Mercy is for the weak." downing her drink she turned back to Tony "You wanna pass through? You wanna stay a while? Great. What's mine is yours, but it is mine. (Turning her head to face Steve) And I'm not princess of the quarter, I'm the Queen! Show me some respect." Black flooded her eyes and veins colored themselves purple and red beneath them.

#the originals #steve x reader #bucky x female reader #tony stark #female reader #marvel #klaus mikaleson imagine #tribred #witch #vampire #werewolf #super soldier #marvel imagines #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tony x y/n #writer

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