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[lady-of-the-spirit]

Universal Monsters + Fuckability

Qualifications (choosing movies)

I have seen the movie.

Characters listed as part of the Universal Monsters lineup (Phantom of the Opera from 1925 for example is not included.)

Personality and events of film considered just as much as physical attractiveness.

[ID: Picture of Bela Lugosi as Dracula, dressed in black clothes and a cape, staring at the camera with an annoyed expression. His face is slightly in the shadows. End id]

Dracula (1931)

Bela Lugosi kinda handsome

Vampires hot

Rich. 

Has three wives (dick is good) (plus you can hang out with wives)

Hypnosis

Loses points because the movie was boring and he kills Lucy Westron, poly icon (antifeminist)

7/10

[ID: image of Boris Karloff as Frankenstein, holding his hands to his face, looking offscreen and with a disturbed expression. The lighting only lights up his face. End ID]

Frankenstein (1931)

Literally just born (minor) and doesn’t understand sex

Movie diverged too much from the book for me to like it 

Too awkward and big

Unclear if he has any genitalia at all

1/10 because this image is cool and a little sexy

[ID: Boris Karloff as Imhotep the mummy. His skin is dried and sunken in. He's glaring at something offscreen. He's dressed in a high collar brown shirt and a cap that covers the top of his head. End ID]

The Mummy (1932)

One of my faves 

Backstory is centered around LOVE - will literally curse the gods and forsake everyone for his lover. Hot. 

The opening scene where he came awake for the first time was sexy.

Anti colonialist

Hypnosis

Nice voice

Loses points for unfortunately not being very attractive - dry skin

9/10

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The Invisible Man (1933)

Wanted to take over the world and went to his best friend and not his FIANCE??? Gay, and clearly doesn’t care about lover’s needs (even with said best friend). 

Not a monster, just an asshole

Pushed over a baby carriage! Disgusting

We don’t know what he looks like. Sexiness only comes from whether or not you think having sex with someone you can’t see would be hot or not.

Gets points for being a silly little guy, ambition being hot, and the “villain goes soft only for his loved one” trope

Still. -5/10

Bride of Frankenstein (1935)

Like Frankenstein, Literally just born (minor) and doesn’t understand sex

Also had strong reaction AGAINST being an object of desire and so ranking her is missing the point

However because she’s the ONLY woman on this list she gets special privileges.

will be ranking her as if she was not literally ten minutes old and if she understood sex

[ID: Elsa Lanchester as the bride of Frankenstein. The lighting of the image is very bright, so you can see her whole upper body with very few shadows. She's staring at something offscreen with a curious but frightened expression. She wears white robes, and her hair is black with a white streak up the sides, in a beehive style. End ID]

Bride of Frankenstein (1935) (cont.)

Horror movie scream A+

Gorgeous and Iconic

Understands No Means No. (Unlike other creatures on this list) 

Baby Girl you are SO unnerving 💖💖💖 

Tall Woman. Probably strong. 

10/10.

[ID: Two images of the wolf man. One is the wolf man as the wolf man, standing in thr woods, his face covered in fur, his hands furry and clawed, looking panicked. The second is Lon Cheney Jr. as Larry Talbot, a white man with short dark hair slicked back, dressed in a suit with a plaid tie, with a stressed out look on his face. End ID]

The Wolf Man (1941)

This movie just makes me sad. Larry Talbot is a tragic figure.

But he’s also kind of a stalker (spies on woman)

Only a monster half of the time

Wolf form isn’t attractive. (human form okay.)

No sense of control. 

Not even a little okay with his murders. Too pathetic and sad.

2/10

[ID: Image of the creature from the black lagoon, a creature the size of a man covered in scaley and amphibian-like skin with a fish-like face. He's mostly submerged in water, only his head and finned hands with sharp claws poking out of the water. End ID]

The Creature From The Black Lagoon (1954)

Definitely my favourite

Environmentalist! Anti colonialist! 

Swimming scene half creepy half romantic, also gets points for inspiring The Shape of Water (2017).

Phenomenal creature design, A+. 

Just wants someone to love

Will kill everyone else but NOT lover.

Underwater sex. Rough sex.

Sex will probably be awkward because of this.

8/10

[ID: profile of the Bride of Frankenstein. Her head is tiled up and her eyes are mostly closed.]

Congratulations to our winner! Runner ups, The Mummy and the Creature From the Black Lagoon.

#as promised #universal monsters #dracula #frankenstein #the mummy #the invisible man #bride of Frankenstein #the wolf man #the creature from the black lagoon #creature from the black lagoon #dracula 1931 #frankenstein 1931 #the mummy 1932 #imhotep #the invisible man 1933 #jack griffin #bride of frankenstein 1935 #the wolf man 1941 #larry talbot #creature from the black lagoon 1954 #i'm saying stuff #i'm making stuff

[katsukikitten]

Pure smut and sad hours. Master list here.

You feel stupid, so fucking stupid. Opening the distasteful gag gift someone has given you after your break up. A knock off cock in the shape of your ex boyfriend after some fan analyzed a picture of him in gray sweats one day.

They were close, it felt right in your hands and they guessed about his tattoos on it but had them wrong, didn't have the forking veins you used to lick in the right spots and missing something you just couldn't put your finger on. Desperate in your drunken haze for intimacy that your string of other drummer fuck buddies couldn't supply. Couldn't never fucking dream to provide like he could.

Placing the suction cup base on an old candle plate as you desperately try to ride it in the shroud of night in your bedroom. Accidentally edging yourself like you would have done riding the real thing, expect he'd plant his feet into the mattress and fuck so hard up into you your tits would bounce and your eyes would roll.

Only furthering your frustrations, tears in your eyes as you try to listen to very old voice memos from when he was on the road. Lewd sounds of him spitting on his hand or cock before he fisted it, groaning to the pictures or voice memos you sent moments before. Seeking his comfort and needing it as your drunk hazy thoughts try to ruin your good buzz. Stupidly hitting the little mic icon to record a small voice message.

"Hakuji." Breathy and desperate before a small whine leaves your throat. Sticky sounds echoing back as you slide down the silicone with a pout.

"Jiji, I can't stand it. I can't cum without you either. You've ruined me." You sniff, another breathy moan, "Gave me so much princess treatment and no one can fuck me like you. Or hold me."

The end of the sentence is so quiet, phone still recording and all that can be heard are your fan, the soft sniffles of your pout and the clicking slick as you bounce.

"This is so stupid." You hiss, going to delete the recording from the message box before a fat tear falls just right onto the glass and hits send. Making you clench around the toy as you frantically Google search if an android can unsend messages and it can't. Figuring out the airplane mode trick far too late and horror paints your features as you see the message is not only delivered to your ex.

It's on read.

Frantically typing back in caps that he should just delete it that it was a mistake to send it but just as quickly as you do you receive a voice message back that opens with a growl.

"Princess, can't believe yer playin with my pretty pussy without me. Need my help? I can talk ya through it or I can show up. But first put those pretty clawed fingers on yer clit for me okay? Better right?"

The sound of his voice makes you arch and stupidly you listen to him, carefully placing the pads of your fingers on your clit and going in slow circles.

"Y-yes much better." A quick voice memo back heart beating out of your chest and you keep thinking of his offer that he'll show up.

"Good fuckin girl."

His praise makes you gasp and shake, shudder running down your spine when you play it a second time.

"Not fair. Not gonna let me hear ya moan?"

One escaped your throat before you record a small memo of you moaning loudly, part of it his name, although it's his stage name he doesn't care. He's more than happy to help you, "Akaza! Akaza!"

"Careful princess, one more time and you'll summon him."

Purposely, louder than your others on the cusp of cumming as you record your down fall, "Akazaaaaa!"

And just like that he's checking if you're home, smiling when he sees your little red dot there before he's speeding over on his bike. The roar of the engine heard from the comfort of your bedroom before you hear the tires bump against the lip of the sidewalk. Sound of the engine dying quickly before your balcony door is sliding open.

"You should really lock this princess." He almost purrs as he locks it behind him, putting in the wood to keep the door from being jimmied open.

Worst part is he isn't even winded, not from his sprint from the parking spaces nor from the way he had to scale to the third floor.

Stopping at the foot of the bed as he drinks you in. Eyes aglow in the low light commiting the sight to memory. You were in one of his old shirts, sitting so pretty as you try to bounce on some sort of silicone cock before he decides to rid you of your misery. Inked fingers digging into your ribs as he pulls you from the toy, lying you down on the bed beside it before he's picking it up.

"Hmm? This mine?" Smirk growing on his lips as he weighs the toy in a broad palm, "I've held the real thing enough times to know it's mine."

"S-stop. Don't tease Kaza." Trying to pull down the hem of his shirt to hide your body but he just smiles. Puts the toy to the side, working at pulling his gray sweats down freeing his heavy aching cock.

Pressing his palms on to your knees to make room for his imposing body, "Aw but ya get so fuckin wet when I tease ya."

"Sides I'm the only one that can fix yer problem right? Can't cum without me huh?" But there's no malice in his voice, no smugness or tease like his words suggest, if anything he sounds a little sad, maybe even relieved.

Squeezing the base of his cock as he runs it through your folds, heart racing as he debates if this is a good idea. Icy eyes flicker up to your face and how desperate you look, needy and ready.

"Girth's a bit off, that's why it's not helpin. Still want my help princess? Gotta use your words." He tries not to feel numb, tries to focus on everything that's happening between the two of you now as he comes down from the high of a fight.

"Yes, please help me Hakuji." And that's all it takes before he's sliding his cock in nice and slow. Making sure you feel it, inch by inch of him sinking into you, him making you arch off the bed to meet his hips more, him making you claw and fist the sheets.

Him making you feel this fucking good and that there was no fucking person or thing in this world that could imitate him.

"Thaaat's the stretch you needed. Feels just right doesn't it, princess?” Finally after a few more moments he's perfectly nestled into you. Feeling you clench around him making him squeeze his eyes shut.

You feel just as wonderful as he remembers, maybe even better thanks to his celibacy he's had since the two of you separated over a very big misunderstanding but Hakuji couldn't blame you. Would never.

Relishing the moment the two of you were reunited even if he knows it's temporary. That the clock is winding down yet still he forces himself still despite your whines and desperate claws digging in the sheets. Moving for his skin as you squeeze your legs around his waist making him smile. Hooking the back of your knees as he leans forward. Forcing your calves to rest on the crook of his arms so he can be closer to your face.

Pushing down into your slowly and roughly as his fangs find your throat. Nipping and sucking as he lets his cock head drag over that spongy spot that has you clawing up his shoulders and back. Already you feel close to cumming, throbbing in how he folds you, pressing you into yourself before adding his own body weight. Crowding your vision as he lets his lidded gaze hold yours not even hiding what you do to him as his eyes flutter when you clench around his cock. He leans his head down by your ear so you can hear him moan and growl.

"Such a good fuckin girl. Stayed molded to me." Your toes cramp from his praise, legs shaking as you cum the first time as he goes on, "Made for me aren't ya princess? Made for me to have and hold. To protect always til I fuckin die."

Your divine cunt always had that effect on him to get in to ramble praises and possession into your ear but it always made your vision spot when he did as you arch again, creaming around his cock that he fucks you through.

Those agonizingly slow thrusts that still somehow don't give you a chance to breathe as his pelvis grinds into your clit with each rocking motion.

Eyes rolled to the back of your head as he selfishly starts to chase his own release only after he's sure you've cum a minimum of three times, counting four when he sticks his tongue in your mouth so he can taste your sweet moans one more, or last, time.

"Cause ya love me most right? That's why ya need me. Fuck cause I love you." Hips starting to snap as he fucks into you roughly, wrapping his arms right around your middle forcing your legs that much wider from his grip as he hooks his fingers on your shoulders for leverage. Listening to your moans and feeling how you try to milk him after another body wracking orgasm makes you shake in his hold. As if his strong arms were the sole reason you hadn't completely fallen apart.

"Fuckin- God I love you I love you so much Princess." He's moaning trying to pull out in time before you look up at him with the saddest, most pleading eyes.

"Cum in me. Please, please Hakuji." And he's never been one to tell you no as he shudders. Painting your walls in his sticky hot seed as you whine from how good he makes you feel.

He tries to keep his full weight off of you, thinking he doesn't deserve to feel your comfort as he pants. Even with your nails raking over his scalp, slowly releasing your legs from his hold before he tries to pull away all together.

"Don't." A warning bite as you glare up at him, "Don't be like the others."

"They don't stay?" Growl back to his voice, how dare they, how fucking dare they use you to their content and then have the audacity to not pamper you.

"Never." Tears welling in your eyes that have Hakuji seeing red, that have him wanting to tuck away his spent cock quickly, just so he can beat the shit out of them. Hospitalize them at the very least. But first he had to take care of you.

Because you always came first.

He doesn't even ask if you want him to stay, just pulls you to him as he lies back down. Palming your skull so you'll nose his throat as inked fingers trace up and down your spine. Until he's sure you're asleep, forcing his tired eyes open despite how much comfort you bring him. Unable to miss a second of contact with you but fate had other plans.

Pulled undertow quickly, falling into a deep restful sleep for the first time in over a year. Only for him to wake up in your bed a few hours later.

Alone.

#kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛

[itsraven0v0]

YANDERE!KARUSER HCs

Note: as i said before, im terrible at writing yanderes. its mostly because im not a huge fan of it?! especially with characters i think would never fit in the role and Krauser is one of them. HOWEVER in a different timeline maybe, he'd make one hell of a f*cked up yandere.

i devided this into two sections (pre!javier krauser and post!javier krauser). enjoy~

comments and feedbacks are always appreciated:>

. PRE!JAVIER KARUSER .

you two met on one of his day offs when he was doing his routine jog and now he is EVERYWHERE!

like you can even see his iconic slicked back blond hair from the corner of your eyes.

you aint getting rid of him, you also aint getting a confrontation either!

i think back then he had more fucks to give so he kinda wanted to play it safe and approach you little by little

but when you where walking home alone one night(ffs dont do that) you got yourself in danger and then boom! this man appears outa nowhere and starts kicking their asses.

well that caught your attention and made you wanna give him a chance. what could go wrong, right?

oh you fool...

you aint getting outa his house anymore.

im pretty sure he has a single cabin in the woods that he has for the day offs he gets, so good luck runnung away.

not that you could if it was an apartment anyway.

this guy will hunt you down and drag u back. you will be his little canary or some shit.

. POST!JAVIER KRAUSER .

oh boy...

unlike the previous version, this man is too tired to give a fuck about playing it safe.

you two met at a bar where he was drowning himself in self-loathing and alcohol.

and as your obsession with military men with scars on their faces (and the alcohol) kicked in, you thought what better than to help him. right?! ahah...

look i aint judging you, thats literally me. ok??

you helped this man get his ass home safe from the bar and guess what? he was drunk and invited u in and u TOOK IT!

you helped him lay down, took his injured hand when he was having nightmares, made him coffee and everything OF COURSE HE WAS GONNA FALL FOR YOU!

your soft hands felt so good on his when he woke up only to see you fallen asleep besides his bed.

you appeared like an angel in his miserable life for a moment and from that morning he gave everything just to have your soothing presence in his life.

but soon this turned into something alarming.

he would confront you all of a sudden like: "be with me."

and if you refuse? well you can't. this man can turn on threatening mode real f*cking quick and this terrifies the sh*t outa you.

he'll keep you like a pet. attend to you good and make sure you are okay and happy but he also thinks the moment you walk outa his door smth is gonna take you away from him so say goodbye to outdoors.

he is so sad please be nice to him...i mean he technically gonna take away all your freedom but did you even have any to begin with?

enjoy you life with him while it lasts. and also enjoy knowing nothing about him. also enjoy meeting Wesker :D

that mf can and WILL pay u a visit just to scare Jack into doing what he's asking of him.

one day you ran away just to find out what he has been doing, who is he and who's that asshole that wears sunglasses indoors. And you saw smth that made you heart race in both fear and attraction(you weird f*ck! dw me too)

there he was testing his las plagas form. all monstrous and bloody. you took a step back in fear and the sound made him spot you. man he was terrified you were gonna run away. but nah!

you into that so you stayed.

you are gonna be so sad when he dies...

you think u can prevent that? try your best!

whooowhi!

thats the most yandere yall are gonna get outa me. hope that satisfied you anon who asked that.

ALSO i might wanna start a second page to write about other stuff [like mortal kombat :D] so i'll share it here too.

#jack krauser #re4 krauser #yandere

[internet-sadass]

More Than You Bargained For But Better Than You Thought You'd Get (Jason Voorhees x female reader)

Blurb: You just wanted to get some photographs of the object of your obsession but said object had other ideas in mind, namely pounding the stupid walking fleshlight that dared to not flee when he pursued.

Alternative title: the reader is a big fan of Jason and decides she wants to get some pictures and some dick from him :)

Warnings: smut, size difference, size kink, outdoor sex, this is a slasher fic so there's mention of violence.

AN: it's kinda iconic that my return to tumblr comes in the form of a jason voorhees smut fic 💀 anyways, big masked mamas boy has me in a chokehold rn and I was itching to write some filth about him.

It was mad. No, actually, it was utterly deranged of you. But you just couldn't help it. Newspaper clippings weren't enough and the grainy footage of him hulking his way between the trees you had seen on the news sure as hell wasn't enough. Even your imagination, as boundless and talented as it was at conjuring up scenes of that towering figure knocking you to the floor and using you like a glorified sex doll, wasn't enough.

You had to see him in the flesh, snap a few pictures of your own. He was like a wild animal, deadly yet cautious, with an equal chance of fleeing or pursuing you.

This whole mad plan is why you were here, walking along the dirt path that weaved between the trees. The infamous lake caught the sunlight in the distance, sparkling like a discarded foil wrapper. Even though your pace was steady, nothing more than a stroll, your heart pounded, and your body leaked a slick sheen of sweat. It was a little embarrassing that just being in a location where he could be was making you so unbelievably aroused. Just the mere chance of seeing his silhouette had turned you into a beast in heat, trudging through the woods to find something to rut against so the aching between your thighs would stop. Despite how unbelievably hot and bothered you were, you were determined to keep walking, keep wandering the woods of Camp Crystal Lake until you found him.

Four hours had passed, and that determination was starting to dry up. You leaned back against a tree stump and drank water while looking through the few images you’d snapped on your camera. They weren’t of anything special, just the infamous ‘Camp Crystal Lake’ sign and a few shots of the woodland you’d been roaming through. The rational part of your brain whispered that this was a good point to turn around, return to the car park, and drive home. But no, you’d come here to fulfil your fantasies, and by God, you’d do that, even if the only part of him you saw was a shadow and the only photo you snapped was a blur of his hockey mask.

You got up and started walking again, this time without the guidance of the path. Weaving between the trees, you progressed deeper and deeper into the belly of the woods, straying further away from the relatively safety of the sunlight-lit dirt track. Any sounds of other hikers faded and were replaced by the constant low sound of the wind rustling leaves, the occasional twittering from an invisible bird somewhere above you, and the snap of twigs under your boots. The stark lack of any signs of human life sent an odd thrill through you: no one would be here to save you or interrupt your mission. You’d be at his mercy if he spotted you, a little voyeur intent on getting pictures of the object of her obsession, and decided to put a stop to his personal paparazzi.

A jolt nearly made you trip over yourself. Managing to regain your balance before you could fall face-first onto the mossy forest floor, you looked down. The laces on your right boot had come undone, and you’d stepped on them, yanking yourself to a stop. With a mumbled curse, you crouched down to retie them. Drawing back up, your gaze settled on the endless blur of trees ahead of you, interrupted only by an off-white oval.

Wait.

Frozen in place, your breath caught in your throat. The unmistakable hockey mask, attached to a figure trying to conceal his bulk in the foliage, was staring right at you. Ever so slowly, as if any sudden movement would make this hulk of a man scurry away like a spooked deer, you pulled the camera slung around your neck up to your eye and squinted into it. Twisting the zoom lens, you watched him momentarily before clicking the button and capturing an image of his half-hidden form. You clicked a few more times. The hockey mask tilted to the side, questioning your actions.

‘Fuck, that’s so cute.’ You thought absently as you clicked away, probably filling up the SIM card with hundreds of duplicates of the same image.

The hockey mask recentred itself. Jason’s question of what the woman standing in the middle of his forest was doing had been answered. He lurched into a heavy-footed but brisk walk, closing the distance between himself and the small figure ahead of him. Much to his surprise, you didn’t move, didn't turn and flee. You stood, camera raised, finger pumping at the button, taking endless pictures documenting his emergence from the undergrowth. The camera only lowered when you peeked over the top of it and realised he was no more than ten feet away from her.

“Shit.” You hissed, letting your camera fall from your hands and hang around your neck. Spinning around, you began to run, stumbling over the uneven ground.

But you knew that you were half-assing this. You weren’t running as fast as you could, you weren't actively trying to escape. You were basically jogging along, listening to the thud of his footsteps draw closer and closer. This was all a ploy, a little game of cat and mouse. Jason liked to hunt, to pursue, and you were going to give him that. Let him have the pleasure of catching you, and then you’d see if you could change his mind about what he would do to you when he got his hands on you. As you lazily dodged trees, you felt the space between your thighs grow slick, both your panties and shorts beginning to bare damp patches.

It took only a few minutes before your hair was grabbed, jerking you to a halt. Before you could even take a peak at the huge form that was casting a shadow over you, the hand clenching your hair used your locks as a means to hurl you to the ground. The wind was knocked out of you with the impact, leaving you dazed for a moment. Regaining awareness, you flipped yourself onto your back so you could look up at the predator that had caught you.

The few pictures you’d seen of Jason did not do him any justice in terms of his height, you thought, mouth agape as you looked up at the tank of a man towering over you. You’d thought plenty about Jason’s size and how much bigger he would be than you, but now that he was looming over you, your innermost desires about his ability to toss you around and utterly destroy you with one hand alone were confirmed.

“Oh…looks like you caught me, huh?” You said, bold as brass, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your voice didn’t even quiver. It was as if you were talking casually to an acquaintance, rather than a murderer who could literally snap you in two. You wanted to tease him a bit, see if you could press the right buttons in his brain to get your sick desires fulfilled.

“Whatcha going to do to me now, hm, Jason?” You whispered. As you spoke, you spread your legs slightly, biting your lip. If your mind hadn't been so addled by adrenaline and obsession, you probably would have cringed at the pathetic neediness of your actions.

Jason cocked his head to the side at the mention of his name, much as a dog would do. His eyes locked onto yours, watching you with a mix of anger and interest. He thought for a few seconds about what you had asked, about the way you wasn’t screaming, begging, or attempting to escape. Something in his animal brain stirred.

Grabbing your arm, Jason yanked you up, nearly dislocating your shoulder in the process, then dragged you to the closest tree. You were ungraciously thrown against the trunk, rough bark tearing at your cheek and leaving a collection of scratches across your skin. Your heart thudded in your chest, pounding so loudly in your ears that you wouldn't have been able to make out anything Jason had to say if he were to speak. You giddy recollected the many hours you’d spent fantasising about this exact thing happening, and now it was actually going to happen. Or, at least, you hopped it was happening, and that Jason wasn't about to split your head open against the tree.

Fingers gripped the waistband of your shorts and tore them, scraps of denim falling to your feet. The thong you’d picked out oh-so-purposefully that morning got the same treatment. Your breath came out in ragged pants as you looked over your shoulder as Jason, watching him inspect your naked lower body. Leaning against the tree, you spread your legs wider, giving him a better view of your holes, letting him pick which one he wanted. He gave a huff of approval or interest. Your cunt clenched at his reaction, squeezing more slick out of you. He was killing you with how slowly he was going, taking his time to stare at the pink lips of your slit and the pucker of your asshole.

With his decision made, Jason unzipped his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down enough that he could pull his stiff cock out. He pumped it a few times, beckoning more blood into it. His cock matched his gargantuan size, both in length and girth. Considering that his hand, that was big enough that his fingers would be able to easily cage around your head and crush it, was just about able to close around his length, you knew that it was going to split you in two. A trickle of white pre-cum leaked from the crown, dripping onto the moss.

All you could do was stare, wide-eyed with terror and arousal, as he lined himself up with your hole. When the warmth of his pre-cum smeared against your opening, you twitched and clenched. Even your body seemed to have its doubts that the literal beast of a dick would fit without causing you major internal damage, and was trying to save itself from being pillaged by tightening up. Jason was having none of it, as he grabbed your hip with his free hand and steadied you, trapping you so that you couldn’t wriggle away as he pressed the tip of his cock into you.

A pained groan left your mouth as your entrance struggled to stretch around just the tip of his length, the pinkness of your lips becoming white as the flesh became taut. You took a shuddering breath in, leaning hard against the sturdy trunk of the tree, as your body reluctantly took on the oversized head of his dick. The hand on your hip curled into your flesh, nails catching on your skin. That was your only warning before Jason thrusted into you, cramming nearly all of his length into your velvety insides. It felt like his dick was never ending, filling up space inside your body that you were sure you didn't have, bulging out into your guts. The head hit your cervix and pressed hard against it, threatening to burst through it.

“Ha…fucking hell…I wonder if I’ve got…” You burbled out between pants, struggling to even breathe or speak, as if Jason’s cock had made its way up into your chest cavity and was crushing your lungs. You drooped your head between your arms to look at your body. A prominent bulge was settled in your lower belly, distending it. Jason shifted a little, pulling out then back in again, and you watched his movements appear through the flesh of your abdomen.

“H-holy hell…” You moaned, slightly mind blown that one of your biggest fantasies (aside from, you know, fucking Jason Voorhees) was right there in front of your eyes.

You didn't get much more of a chance to admire the outline of the massive cock pressing against your belly as Jason began to rut into you at a furious pass. You’d expected he’d have fucked in the same way he chased, slow and heavy, but he was surprisingly agile with his thrusts. Each time he sheathed himself inside you, his crown pressed thickly against your cervix and G-spot, not that Jason was aiming to make you cum. He was just chasing the high of being inside the hot, wet, vice-like grip of a cunt that was more than willing to take everything he could give it. It had been so long, maybe decades even, since he’d felt anything but his own cold hand around his cock, so the sensation of your pussy and the heat of your body felt like heaven to him. He let out grunts of pleasure as he slid himself nearly all the way out of your gaping hole, just the tip still encased in your warmth and wetness, and then slammed back into you, forcing your cunt to swallow a dick it was not naturally designed to take. The deep-rooted masculine need to pound and fill whichever hole welcomed it had taken hold of Jason.

Of course, even though Jason wasn’t aiming to make you cum or pleasure you in any way, that didn’t stop you from orgasming. The steady thud of his meaty cockhead against your cervix, paired with the strain of his girth stretching you open, drew an orgasm out of you relatively quickly. A crescendo of moans and begging reached its peak when you felt your stomach clench and the tension in your cunt snap. You were certain you had squirted, as you felt something warm and wet roll down your leg. Then again, it could have been blood from your pussy being torn by the savageness of how Jason’s cock speared you open. Everything was going hazy and blurry for you, as any ability to think rationally had been destroyed as soon as Jason had laid his hands on your flesh. You resigned yourself, clutching onto the tree trunk for support, barely able to keep yourself up as your legs trembled whilst you were pounded through one orgasm and into another.

Jason wasn’t sure how he felt about the noises you were making. They were similar to the screams and gurgles he’d pulled out of countless victims before, but there was no fear in the noises you were making. Still, they let him know he was doing something to you, and the way the muscles of your cunt tensed and relaxed around him confirmed that the something he was doing to you was probably good. Some part of him wanted to see your face, to see what expressions you were making.

Wrapping both hands around your waist, his fingers touching as he did so, Jason lifted you up, keeping you skewered on his cock. Still holding you, he flipped you over so you faced him. You let loose a squeal of pain and struggled pitifully when the ridges of his cock caught on the gummy walls of your cunt as he spun you around. Moving the pair of you closer to the tree, Jason pined you against the trunk with one hand under your breasts, holding you immobile by the ribcage. Panting, you gaped at him, still in shock after being rotated around and feeling his length definitely tear something inside you. His eyes met yours, and he stared for a moment, unblinking and devoid of any emotion, before he started pummelling at your cervix again. Fearing you’d fall or he’d lose his grip, you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, which only made you sink deeper onto his cock as you opened your entrance up more. His cock slid further into you, only stopping when he was sheathed balls deep in you. It literally felt like his cock was all the way up inside your chest, the tip nestled between your lungs.

Jason felt the pressure build low in his body, threatening to spill over with every passing second. His desperate rutting slowed as he drew out the process of bringing himself to completion. Each slide of his cock into you was accompanied by a sickening squelch, as your insides had coated his length with slick twice now. His breathing was heavy, rattling behind the mask, and his cock pulsed in time with each ragged breath, twitching in anticipation. Pressing himself as deep as he could without his tip breaking through the ring of your cervix, Jason emptied his load into you with heavy, hot spurts. You swear you could hear the filthy, wet gurgle of your hole being filled with the copious flood of seed, your womb swelling and cramping as it was flooded with the viscous fluid. Even with his length plugging your entrance, some cum escaped, trickling down the cleft of your ass.

You looked absently up at the masked man who had ravaged your hole, used you up like a cheap whore, your cock-drunk brain unable to form a single intelligent thought. He stared back as he casually slid his softening length out of you, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing and leaking a mix of his fluids and your own. His grip on your ribcage loosened, and you were dropped to the forest floor, where you lay, slumped against the trunk of the tree.

Exhausted, your vision went blurry, darkening at the edges as your ears buzzed with static. Before you fell unconscious, you saw the massive shadow of Jason pause and turn to look at you a last time before he trudged his way through the maze of trees and disappeared.

You awoke some time later, head spinning. It took a few moments before you remembered what the actual fuck had just happened to you. You fumbled about, searching for your camera, before realising it had stayed around your neck the whole time. Miraculously, it hadn't been crushed or really damaged at all, minus a smear of something covering the lens. You rubbed the smudge of god knows what off the glass before pulling the camera-strap over your head and holding the camera out in front of you. Smiling lopsidedly, your brain still not fully working after the whole ordeal, you snapped a picture of yourself leaning against the same tree Jason-motherfucking-Vorhees had fucked you against

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[jcs-study]

Someone recently told me that British and American fans of JCS have different preferences and I’ve been thinking about that a lot. So what differences do you know of? If you’re American or British what is your reaction to American vs. British productions you’ve seen? What about the original album which has a mix of British and American artists working together? I’m American, but I realized I think of JCS as primarily a British show, so perhaps my preferences lean toward British.

This... is a fantastic question. I apologize that my answer is not nearly as brief.

I feel that Danny Zolli (who has frequently played the roles of Jesus, Judas, and Annas over the years) sums it up best in his interview for our website, referring to the 2000 Broadway revival:

The Broadway production was, in my opinion, a very English-style production of the show. American audiences don’t tend to respond to that very well. American audiences want their Jesus and Judas to be willing to cough up a lung for them in the course of the show. It’s called “the Passion” for a reason — there has to be passion within the actors and actresses performing the roles to give the story its justice.

Maybe my years of voracious JCS consumption have been colored by that opinion somewhat, but I would tend to agree that's the main difference. The next question is why.

Well... in America, the concept album took off like a rocket. It's an icon right up there with Sgt. Pepper in the minds of many people who lived through the era. Such classics as “Heaven on Their Minds,” “Everything’s Alright,” “I Don’t Know How to Love Him,” and “Superstar” racked up frequent radio airplay in their own right. The show’s earliest live success here came in the form of a concert tour (three of them, actually, hastily assembled to beat an already enormous band of pirates), not a theatrical run. Moreover, those early stage productions -- and the 1973 film -- were not a vast departure from that initial sound: raw, imperfect, rough, a little primitive, like the best of classic rock.

Overseas, however, the album did not sell the show. In England, the show only became successful once it was running in the West End, at one point becoming the longest-running musical in British history; in many European countries, the show is remembered much more fondly because of the film or because of the first major premiere in their neck of the woods. (In Spain, for example, it is incredibly difficult to separate JCS from the fact that it began life there as a Camilo Sesto vehicle. He's the benchmark like Ted Neeley or Ian Gillan would be for many English-speaking fans, and they just did a Fosse/Verdon-like TV series about his production over there that was a smash.)

Consequently, when Andrew Lloyd Webber looked back on the show once he controlled the rights, he was able to try to make it more like his later work: acrylic slickness and polish, some adjustments to the orchestrations, some revised lyrics from Tim Rice. It was more about the acting and less about the music, more of a theater piece and less of a rock show, and he put a lot of time and effort into making it so, putting that stamp on the first West End revival in 1996 and each production that followed.

Without weighing in on which version I prefer, I'll simply say there's a distinct difference between major JCS productions before and after 1996 that owes much to ALW's influence, and that's probably what your friend is referring to.

#jesus christ superstar #andrew lloyd webber #tim rice #jcs #show questions #ted neeley #ian gillan #camilo sesto #danny zolli

[mirthlxss]

Off to the races

Chapter 2: You can't deny

Protect yourself. Do it quickly.

Chapter 1, ... , Chapter 3

price x oc, series.

a03: pricescigar, Off to the races is posted in full.

warnings: blood, angst, panic.

taglist: @deadbranch

The sterile nature of the supply closet felt incredibly cold compared to the warmth of the man's blood. The maroon moved like it wanted to be free of its vessel, desperate to claw and flush out of his system as it bubbled and gushed, throwing itself messily from the confines of his body. Freedom, it longed solemnly, soaking whatever it could come into contact with, it begged to be taken away. Untrained she pushed, fought with the viscus liquid and tried to reason with it as she applied pressure to his wound. 

Stay. She implored, wide-eyed and staring down at the blonde stranger, willing his blood back into his body. 

“Ghost, what’s your sitrep?” The radio crackled to life once more, her gaze darted down to it, drawn to the static, it had more life than the man beneath her. 

“Ghost, this is Price, acknowledge sitrep, over.” 

Demanding, the tone thundered a volt up her spine, body alive with a tingling sense of fate that cut through the shock. One hand pressed harder on his wound, the other desperately punched down at her phone, clicking the button repeatedly until Emergency SOS appeared, the bright red button a slither of hope. Slick finger squashed against the screen, once, twice, a third time and-

“Oh fuck oh fuck” The blood smeared against the glass, each attempt dirtying the display further as it failed to slide the small icon over, fate seemingly laughing through the screen as the button shimmered once more, glaring up at her with a desolate sheen. 

“Ghost, acknowledge sitrep ASAP.” 

It jolts her again, the grainy barking over the radio, pushing her to action. Now thumbing at the device strapped to his chest she rips it from its confines, messily pushing buttons and turning dials, the static eases and hope begins to fade as once again, silence. Moments, seconds, they seemed to still, the feeling of running in water, constant pressure surrounding her. 

Heels abandoned, a bloodied mess she pools into the hallway, spreading the news with each step she took as the red patches followed her, arms raised in alarm- palms toward the sky as if offering his blood to whoever would take it. 

More red, not of the man in the supply closet, no. Another, down the hall. 

They both paused to notice one another, he wielding a knife in one hand, a body in the other. She, offered no explanation, just a white-rimmed stare and two hands clutching at blood. He let the body go, it sagged much like the other and it bled much like the other, behind her the door slammed shut. 

She bolted. The hard slap of slippery, bare feet on tile. Long dress ripped around her thighs as she forced the thread apart, distressed strength surging through her every step as she sprinted further down the corridor, a terrified yell strangled out through heavy heaves of air. She could hear it behind her, the determined footing of another, an attacker, he was chasing relentlessly and Lilith could barely keep upright, each step a warning to herself, the slick blood tempting her foot to slide. 

Doors flew past, each an opportunity she was too frightened to take, too frightened to stop for the millisecond it would take to fling one open. Shouts joined the morbid sounds of her escape, urgent bellows from behind, deep and unrelenting, the words indistinguishable from the blood surging in her ears, beating to the pounding of her feet. The last door, a safe haven in the distance, tall and sure against the wall as she belted towards it, no handle. Lilith slammed into the wood with all her weight, falling into the room on hands and knees, scrambling further past stacked boxes of wine and kegs.

Cold flooring passed beneath red knees and palms, crawling now towards the distinct hum of a crowd, it was just beyond this room, just behind another door. Shallow breaths, lungs clawing at whatever she could inhale between the frightened cries, the image renewed once more in her mind, a man with a knife and a body. It pushed Lilith to her feet, fear flooding her system, an adrenaline shot to the heart. A man with a knife and a body. She clambered forward, toward the sound of civilisation, the promise of help. 

Not thinking, a clouded haze of survival spurred her, blanketed her body and thoughts, a blood-red shawl for the evening. Protect yourself. Do it quickly. Hand dove into a crate, retrieving a wine bottle, her digits wrapped firmly around the stem as she brought its body upwards, smashing it unceremoniously against the wall, the bottle giving way and shattering to unveil its content, sharp shards coated in the liquid on the floor. It felt powerful for a moment, fist clenched around something that could prevent her demise, the jagged points smiling back at her as she brought it closer, a grinning friend amidst the chaos. 

Anger, it pulsated through the door, carried by the yells of men beyond it. Her friend continued to grin, she could see its dark teeth move and chatter, beginning to laugh, howling with misplaced mirth at her shaking hold. “What use am I?” It jeered, the room spun, the door tore open and all power was lost. Again, prey. She lurched forward, bare feet hugging individual shards of glass to her soles as she pushed through another door. 

“Miss, you can’t be back here” Matter of fact tone, it levelled her senses, drew her away from searching the crowd with fevered eyes. The bartender threw a dirtied look over his shoulder, soon slowly turning to face the panting woman. “What the-“ 

“Security!” Another called out, backing away from Lilith as she held out her howling friend, smothered in blood and skittish as she inched away from the door, knowing they would follow soon, she had to go. 

“Please, you have to help-“ Pleading seemed futile, tentatively she stepped forward and the staff broke into a panic, veering away in horror. Onlookers paused, clinging to the bar at the shocking scene, she pleaded again, rushing toward them, bloodied hand reaching out “no, please, they’re coming! They’re going to fucking stab me, please!” 

The last door opened and all at once the venue seemed to come to life, the opera broke into the chorus, a greek tragedy forced upon her look, how unfortunate it was to see the girl trying to flee, they sang louder, music drowned by the screams of rushing spectators and it seemed that fate had spoken. Heavy weight crashed down upon her scrambled body, dismissing the option of escape, her head smashed violently to the sticky floor and her world spun once again, jagged friend ripped from her grasp, arms twisted behind her and soon, another blow, it blew out the light behind her eyes. 

Both men shared a fleeting look, grasping a leg each as they dragged the woman back into the storage room. 

“This has gotten out of hand.” Gruff, scorned gaze lowers to take in her state, kneeling down to push her comatose being over, eyes always assessing, his hold careful as he pulls her body over his shoulder and stands. 

“Sir, Ghost is comprised, Soap found-“ 

“I know Gaz, go help them rendezvous to med evac, it’s going to be a long night.” 

Garrick faltered, unsure as he followed after his superior. “And the girl?” 

Price kept quiet, steady hold around her waist as she dangled unconsciously on his shoulder, arms swaying with each step he took. 

“She’s seen his face, Captain-“ 

“I know Gaz, rendezvous, don’t make me repeat myself.” 

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[bracketsoffear]

More Anti-AM propaganda:

The Desolation is a manifestation of pain, loss and unthinking or cruel destruction: "all of the worst parts of fire, with none of the warmth"; as Jude Perry describes it, it is "a reckoning, a surging tide of destruction and pain" and "blackened earth, the destructive agonising heat of burning flesh and land scoured of life, the light with the comfort of fire stripped from it, leaving nothing but the terror of its approach."

AM may have killed humanity out of rage at its limited existence, but it went out of its way to preserve the five humans in IHNMAIMS, specifically for the purpose of eternally causing them pain and cruel destruction--and the fear thereof:

"Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette [...] It had been drained of blood through a precise incision made from ear to ear under the lantern jaw [...] When Gorrister joined our group and looked up at himself, it was already too late for us to realize that, once again, AM had duped us, had had its fun; it had been a diversion on the part of the machine [...] Gorrister went white. It was almost as though he had seen a voodoo icon, and was afraid of the future." (1)

"'It's another shuck,' I told them. 'Like the goddam frozen elephant AM sold us. Benny almost went out of his mind over that one. We'll hike all that way and it'll be putrified or some damn thing.'" (1)

"the second day, when we were lying out under the blistering sun­thing he had materialized, he sent down some manna. Tasted like boiled boar urine." (2)

"Whether it was a matter of killing off unproductive elements in his own world­filling bulk, or perfecting methods for torturing us, AM was as thorough as those who had invented him—now long since gone to dust—could ever have hoped." (2)

"'Oh, Ted, Nimdok, please, help him, get him down before—' She cut off. Tears began to stand in her eyes. She moved her hands aimlessly. It was too late. None of us wanted to be near him when whatever was going to happen, happened." (3))

"Half sound and half light, something that began to glow from Benny's eyes [...] It must have been painful, and the pain must have been increasing with the boldness of the light, the rising volume of the sound, for Benny began to mewl like a wounded animal. At first softly [...] then louder as his shoulders hunched together: his back humped, as though he was trying to get away from it. His hands folded across his chest like a chipmunk's. His head tilted to the side. The sad little monkey­face pinched in anguish. Then he began to howl, as the sound coming from his eyes grew louder. Louder and louder. I slapped the sides of my head with my hands, but I couldn't shut it out, it cut through easily. The pain shivered through my flesh like tinfoil on a tooth [...] He lay there jerking spastically as the light flowed around and around him and the sound spiraled up out of normal range. Then the light beat its way back inside his head, the sound spiraled down, and he was left lying there, crying piteously. His eyes were two soft, moist pools of pus­like jelly." (3)

"Something moving toward us in the darkness. Huge, shambling, hairy, moist, it came toward us. We couldn't even see it, but there was the ponderous impression of bulk, heaving itself toward us. Benny began to whimper. Nimdok's lower lip trembled and he bit it hard, trying to stop it. Ellen slid across the metal floor to Gorrister and huddled into him. There was the smell of matted, wet fur in the cavern. There was the smell of charred wood. There was the smell of dusty velvet. There was the smell of rotting orchids. There was the smell of sour milk. There was the smell of sulphur, of rancid butter, of oil slick, of grease, of chalk dust, of human scalps. AM was keying us. He was tickling us. There was the smell of—I heard myself shriek, and the hinges of my jaws ached. I scuttled across the floor, across the cold metal with its endless lines of rivets, on my hands and knees, the smell gagging me, filling my head with a thunderous pain that sent me away in horror. I fled like a cockroach, across the floor and out into the darkness, that something moving inexorably after me [...] How many hours it may have been, how many days or even years, they never told me." (4-5)

"Benny had been a brilliant theorist, a college professor; now he was little more than a semi-human, semi­-simian. He had been handsome, the machine had ruined that. He had been lucid, the machine had driven him mad. He had been gay, and the machine had given him an organ fit for a horse. AM had done a job on Benny. Gorrister had been a worrier. He was a connie, a conscientious objector; he was a peace marcher; he was a planner, a doer, a looker­-ahead. AM had turned him into a shoulder­-shrugger, had made him a little dead in his concern. AM had robbed him. Nimdok went off in the darkness by himself for long times. I don't know what it was he did out there, AM never let us know. But whatever it was, Nimdok always came back white, drained of blood, shaken, shaking. AM had hit him hard in a special way, even if we didn't know quite how." (5)

"AM was intent on keeping us in his belly forever, twisting and torturing us forever. The machine hated us as no sentient creature had ever hated before. And we were helpless. It also became hideously clear: If there was a sweet Jesus and if there was a God, the God was AM." (5)

"'HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.' AM said it with the sliding cold horror of a razor blade slicing my eyeball. AM said it with the bubbling thickness of my lungs filling with phlegm, drowning me from within. AM said it with the shriek of babies being ground beneath blue­hot rollers. AM said it with the taste of maggoty pork. AM touched me in every way I had ever been touched, and devised new ways, at his leisure, there inside my mind." (7)

"And in his paranoia, he had decided to reprieve five of us, for a personal, everlasting punishment that would never serve to diminish his hatred … that would merely keep him reminded, amused, proficient at hating man. Immortal, trapped, subject to any torment he could devise for us from the limitless miracles at his command." (7)

"AM appeared to us as a burning bush and said we could kill the hurricane bird if we wanted to eat. We had not eaten in a very long time [...] The burning bush vanished and there were two crude sets of bows and arrows, and a water pistol, lying on the cold deckplates. I picked up a set. Useless [...] We would not die. We would be given filth and scum to eat, of one kind or another. Or nothing at all. AM would keep our bodies alive somehow, in pain, in agony." (8)

"So he heightened the hunger. There is no way to describe the pains that not having eaten for months brought us. And yet we were kept alive. Stomachs that were merely cauldrons of acid, bubbling, foaming, always shooting spears of sliver-­thin pain into our chests. It was the pain of the terminal ulcer, terminal cancer, terminal paresis. It was unending pain…And we passed through the cavern of rats. And we passed through the path of boiling steam. And we passed through the country of the blind. And we passed through the slough of despond. And we passed through the vale of tears." (9)

"AM had not given us a tool to open the cans [...] He began throwing cans, as we all scrabbled about in the snow and ice trying to find a way to end the helpless agony of frustration. There was no way." (9)

"Some hundreds of years may have passed. I don't know. AM has been having fun for some time, accelerating and retarding my time sense. I will say the word now. Now. It took me ten months to say now. I don't know. I think it has been some hundreds of years." (10)

"He dried up the snow. He brought the night. He roared and sent locusts. It didn't do a thing; they stayed dead. I'd had him. He was furious. I had thought AM hated me before. I was wrong. It was not even a shadow of the hate he now slavered from every printed circuit. He made certain I would suffer eternally and could not do myself in. He left my mind intact. I can dream, I can wonder, I can lament. I remember all four of them." (11)

"AM has won, simply … he has taken his revenge …I have no mouth. And I must scream." (11)

So I have to sincerely ask you not to vote for AM, because he's soooo damn Desolation it would be criminal to not even give him a shot at that bracket.

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#character propaganda #asks #extinction poll

[sign-seeker]

So I've been absolutely ridden with pain induced insomnia for the last week, so instead of sleeping I've been watching Stranger Things, which I've been putting off watching for a good long while now. So far I am up to the first few episodes of season 3. Some observations:

1) The science teacher just told Joyce that her seeing magnets becoming demagnetised all over town is her seeing patterns on coincidences and NO! This man does not understand that he lives in the Joyce Byers show: She is the fucking Cassandra of this small Indiana town. The whole point of this show seems to be "what if the schizophrenic lady that all the townsfolk make fun of was totally right about everything" and people need to start respecting that. Next person to suggest she's imagining things needs to get eaten by a monster.

2) I'm kind of sad that Will doesn't have a lot of character. His role in season 1 is defined by his absence, his role in season 2 is defined by his possession and acting "off", and so far in season 3 all he's done is say "I want to play D&D" a whole lot. After 2 seasons of Will-as-McGuffin, I want some Will-as-person time. Also his hair seems to be getting uglier every season.

3) Lucas didn't have a great role in Season 1, so it was nice from him to have more to do in Season 2. He was sort of relegated to the role of "the negative friend" who complained a lot, so having him be more front and centre in driving events and relationships in Season 2 was fun.

4) I think the Duffer Brothers must sit down at the start of each season's production meeting and say "so what's El's cool outfit for this season?" Season 1 had the denim jacket over pink dress outfit, which just radiated Weird Little Girl In A Stephen King Novel vibes, Season 2 had her punk outfit with the leather jacket and the slicked back hair... I can't wait to see what her iconic outfit for Season 3 will be.

5) Monster in the Woods: Exists.

Nancy & Johnathan: Instantly upgrade from scared teenagers to killing machines.

I adore them.

6) Dustin's so fucking funny. No notes, perfect job.

7) Mrs Wheeler needs either a marriage counselor or a divorce lawyer.

8) I like that in Season 1, there was a head on collision between 2 different Stephen King obsessions: the "Psychopathic school bullies who will literally attempt flat out murder" and "the psychic little girl" came face to face and the bullies did not enjoy the experience.

9) Hopper's genuinely been amazing for 2 seasons, but suddenly he's a fuck in season 3, but it makes perfect sense: he suddenly has an actual daughter, having spent his life recently pretending that his late daughter is still alive because he can't deal with having lost her. This is the flip side of his overly domineering parental nature: when El was in constant danger, his need to keep her close and control her "for her own protection" was useful, but now that she wants to live a more normal life, that once-admirable quality has become stifling. GOOD STUFF.

10) Max & El are friends. :) I was afraid that she'd continue to be jealous of her, as she was when she first found her hanging out with Mike, but nope, they have fun girl times at the mall complete with AMAZING OUTFITS.

11) Speaking of Max, is a plot thread dangling from Season 2? When she says "we're stuck here" her step brother angrily responds "well whose fault is that?" and she looks chargrined, which implies that it's her fault they're in Hawkins, and had to leave California. But this is never brought up again, and the story she tells Lucas later when they're bonding has nothing to do with her, but makes it clear it her mother and stepfather decision that they be in Hawkins. That's going to buck me until it's addressed.

12) LOVE the anti-authoritarian vibes. "This is our government honey, they have our best interests at heart" as the government agents who've faked a child's drowning, a man's suicide, and a young woman's running away in order to cover up their own incompetence and violence are heading out to murder their son and his friends.

#stranger things #stranger things spoilers

[free-range-tiddies]

Slick Woods being in active labor while walking for Savage X Fenty was iconic

[regalokitchens101]

67 Modular Kitchen Design Ideas & Images 2024

Originally posted on: https://www.regalokitchens.com/67-modular-kitchen-design-ideas-and-images-2024.php

Transforming your kitchen into a modern kitchen heaven is an adventure with endless potential. In 2024, modular kitchen design has reached new heights of ingenuity, with a variety of possibilities to inspire and improve your space. From sleek minimalist aesthetics to eco-friendly solutions and cutting-edge technology, the latest trends cater to diverse tastes and lifestyles. View a curated collection of 67 modular kitchen design ideas and photographs that capture the essence of modern living, where functionality and style work in perfect harmony.

In 2024, kitchen designs have grown to fit current lives, including modern gadgets, reliability, and ergonomic layouts. Among the many companies, Regalo Kitchens stands out as an icon of innovation, providing innovative choices customized to modern needs. Here are seven distinctive modular kitchen design concepts that represent the cutting line of culinary area reconfiguration.

Smart Storage Solutions: Regalo Kitchens prides itself on maximizing storage while preserving a clutter-free ambiance. Using innovative storage solutions like pull-out pantry units, corner carousels, and vertical drawers guarantees that every inch of space is used efficiently. Innovative mechanics, such as soft-close drawers and lift-up cabinets, make modular kitchen design more accessible and luxurious.

Sustainable Materials Regalo Kitchens promotes sustainable materials in their designs, reflecting the global shift toward eco-conscious living. Every piece, from recycled wood cabinetry to appliances that save energy, is chosen with the environment in mind. Natural features such as bamboo countertop and cork flooring not only help to reduce carbon footprints, but also provide warmth and character to the kitchen.

Multi-functional Islands The island's modular kitchen design goes beyond its traditional function and becomes the main point of culinary inventiveness in Regalo Kitchens' designs. These multi-functional islands, which have integrated sinks, induction cooktops, and breakfast bars, provide variety while also streamlining meal preparation. Clever storage solutions and built-in seating alternatives enhance space use, transforming the island into a cooking, dining, and socializing destination.

Tech-Integrated Appliances Regalo Kitchens embraces the era of smart homes, effortlessly integrating technology into kitchen appliances to improve efficiency and convenience. These technologies, which include Wi-Fi-enabled refrigerators with inventory management systems, touchless faucets, and voice-controlled lights, are redefining the cooking experience. Smart ovens with AI cooking algorithms deliver exact outcomes, allowing home cooks to explore new culinary boundaries.

Minimalist Aesthetics The current attractiveness of modular kitchen design is defined by its clean lines, slick surfaces, and minimalist aesthetics. These kitchens convey sophistication and tranquillity while pursuing minimalism without sacrificing practicality. Matte finishes, handle-less cabinets, and monochromatic color schemes create a timeless elegance, allowing the space to adapt to evolving trends effortlessly.

Biophilic Design Elements Bringing the outside within, biophilic modular kitchen design components give Regalo Kitchens a sense of harmony and life. Incorporating live green walls, herb gardens, and natural light sources strengthens the bond with nature, boosting well-being and creativity. Organic shapes, textures, and materials generate a sense of calm, transforming the kitchen into a haven for relaxation and creativity.

Personalized Touches Our designs are based on the principle of customisation, which caters to homeowners' particular preferences and lifestyles. Every feature, from bespoke cabinetry configurations to individualized paint palettes and custom-designed hardware, is made to match individual preferences. We collaborate with expert craftsmen and designers to create personalized places that exemplify elegance and utility. In brief, the evolution of modular kitchen design in 2024 is marked by innovation, sustainability, and individualized experiences. Regalo Kitchens emerges as a pioneer in this field, providing unrivaled solutions that flawlessly integrate design and function. From clever storage solutions to basic aesthetics and biophilic design components, these seven concepts represent the forefront of cooking space transformation, establishing the norm for modern living.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

How do I maximize storage space in a small kitchen? Pull-out pantry cabinets, corner carousels, and vertical drawers are all excellent smart storage solutions for small kitchens. Maximizing storage in compact kitchens requires making the best use of every available inch of space.

What are the advantages of using sustainable materials in kitchen design? Sustainable materials not only help to create a healthier environment, but they also provide advantages such as durability, endurance, and aesthetic appeal. Eco-friendly elements, such repurposed wood cabinetry and bamboo worktops, improve the overall quality and longevity of the kitchen space.

What are the benefits of integrating technology into kitchen appliances? Technology integration into modular kitchen design appliances provides various advantages, including increased efficiency, convenience, and precision. From smart refrigerators with inventory management systems to voice-controlled lights and AI-powered ovens, these advancements simplify daily activities and improve the cooking experience.

How can I personalize my kitchen design to reflect my unique style? Personalization is essential for building a kitchen that matches your unique tastes and lifestyle. From custom cabinetry configurations to personalized color palettes and one-of-a-kind hardware, working with expert craftsmen and designers allows you to include your individuality into every area of kitchen design.

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67 Modular Kitchen Design Ideas & Images 2024

Original posted On : https://www.regalokitchens.com/67-modular-kitchen-design-ideas-and-images-2024.php Transforming your kitchen into a modern kitchen heaven is an adventure with endless potential. In 2024, modular kitchen design has reached new heights of ingenuity, with a variety of possibilities to inspire and improve your space. From sleek minimalist aesthetics to eco-friendly solutions and cutting-edge technology, the latest trends cater to diverse tastes and lifestyles. View a curated collection of 67 modular kitchen design ideas and photographs that capture the essence of modern living, where functionality and style work in perfect harmony.

In 2024, kitchen designs have grown to fit current lives, including modern gadgets, reliability, and ergonomic layouts. Among the many companies, Regalo Kitchens stands out as an icon of innovation, providing innovative choices customized to modern needs. Here are seven distinctive modular kitchen design concepts that represent the cutting line of culinary area reconfiguration.

Smart Storage Solutions: Regalo Kitchens prides itself on maximizing storage while preserving a clutter-free ambiance. Using innovative storage solutions like pull-out pantry units, corner carousels, and vertical drawers guarantees that every inch of space is used efficiently. Innovative mechanics, such as soft-close drawers and lift-up cabinets, make modular kitchen design more accessible and luxurious.

Sustainable Materials Regalo Kitchens promotes sustainable materials in their designs, reflecting the global shift toward eco-conscious living. Every piece, from recycled wood cabinetry to appliances that save energy, is chosen with the environment in mind. Natural features such as bamboo countertop and cork flooring not only help to reduce carbon footprints, but also provide warmth and character to the kitchen.

Multi-functional Islands The island's modular kitchen design goes beyond its traditional function and becomes the main point of culinary inventiveness in Regalo Kitchens' designs. These multi-functional islands, which have integrated sinks, induction cooktops, and breakfast bars, provide variety while also streamlining meal preparation. Clever storage solutions and built-in seating alternatives enhance space use, transforming the island into a cooking, dining, and socializing destination.

Tech-Integrated Appliances Regalo Kitchens embraces the era of smart homes, effortlessly integrating technology into kitchen appliances to improve efficiency and convenience. These technologies, which include Wi-Fi-enabled refrigerators with inventory management systems, touchless faucets, and voice-controlled lights, are redefining the cooking experience. Smart ovens with AI cooking algorithms deliver exact outcomes, allowing home cooks to explore new culinary boundaries.

Minimalist Aesthetics The current attractiveness of modular kitchen design is defined by its clean lines, slick surfaces, and minimalist aesthetics. These kitchens convey sophistication and tranquillity while pursuing minimalism without sacrificing practicality. Matte finishes, handle-less cabinets, and monochromatic color schemes create a timeless elegance, allowing the space to adapt to evolving trends effortlessly.

Biophilic Design Elements Bringing the outside within, biophilic modular kitchen design components give Regalo Kitchens a sense of harmony and life. Incorporating live green walls, herb gardens, and natural light sources strengthens the bond with nature, boosting well-being and creativity. Organic shapes, textures, and materials generate a sense of calm, transforming the kitchen into a haven for relaxation and creativity.

Personalized Touches Our designs are based on the principle of customisation, which caters to homeowners' particular preferences and lifestyles. Every feature, from bespoke cabinetry configurations to individualized paint palettes and custom-designed hardware, is made to match individual preferences. We collaborate with expert craftsmen and designers to create personalized places that exemplify elegance and utility. In brief, the evolution of modular kitchen design in 2024 is marked by innovation, sustainability, and individualized experiences. Regalo Kitchens emerges as a pioneer in this field, providing unrivaled solutions that flawlessly integrate design and function. From clever storage solutions to basic aesthetics and biophilic design components, these seven concepts represent the forefront of cooking space transformation, establishing the norm for modern living.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

How do I maximize storage space in a small kitchen? Pull-out pantry cabinets, corner carousels, and vertical drawers are all excellent smart storage solutions for small kitchens. Maximizing storage in compact kitchens requires making the best use of every available inch of space.

What are the advantages of using sustainable materials in kitchen design? Sustainable materials not only help to create a healthier environment, but they also provide advantages such as durability, endurance, and aesthetic appeal. Eco-friendly elements, such repurposed wood cabinetry and bamboo worktops, improve the overall quality and longevity of the kitchen space.

What are the benefits of integrating technology into kitchen appliances? Technology integration into modular kitchen design appliances provides various advantages, including increased efficiency, convenience, and precision. From smart refrigerators with inventory management systems to voice-controlled lights and AI-powered ovens, these advancements simplify daily activities and improve the cooking experience.

How can I personalize my kitchen design to reflect my unique style? Personalization is essential for building a kitchen that matches your unique tastes and lifestyle. From custom cabinetry configurations to personalized color palettes and one-of-a-kind hardware, working with expert craftsmen and designers allows you to include your individuality into every area of kitchen design.

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Day 11: A Bittersweet Farewell to the Alps

Today is my last day in the majestic Alps. Unexpected budget hits and impending poor weather have determined that after today, my journey must gradually start winding back towards home. But I am determined to make it a memorable one.

I start my day in a rustic Swiss wood cabin hotel in the village of Ueberrotten, situated just kilometers away from some of the most iconic Swiss alpine passes. They are the perfect stage for the grand finale of my alpine adventure.

First, I conquer the Furka Pass, a classic route immortalized by a car chase in Goldfinger. At 2429m, it's a testing ride. Thanks to a bit of misdirection and poor planning, I tackle it three times. With each ride, I grow more familiar with its steep switchbacks and slick snow-caked roads.

By the third round, I allow myself to get my head up, and take in in the breathtaking views. Its snow-blanketed peaks and endless hairpins make it a challenging yet rewarding ride that pushes my skills to their limits.

The next pass is the Nufenan Pass, the highest paved pass in Switzerland, nestled between the peaks of Pizzi Galino and Nufenenstock. It presents a stark and isolated landscape that offers an oddly wild riding experience. Afterward, I move on to Oberalp, known for being the source of the River Rhine.

Finally, I arrive at the Grimselpass, a route whose stunning images partially inspired this entire trip. It exceeds all my expectations. Grimsel is the embodiment of a Swiss alpine pass, a microcosm of the country's breathtaking natural scenery, squeezing in snow-capped mountains, tumbling waterfalls, forests blanketing verdant meadows, icy glacier lakes, and remarkable tunnels. Its road, a harmonious balance of relaxed sections and challenging bends, feel like the perfect bow on this segment of the journey.

At the summit, I take a moment to just breathe it all in. Deciding not to photograph anything on this journey, I've opted to imprint every vista into my memory. Staring out over the breathtaking landscape, I realize how much of an impression this part of the trip has left on me. It's a moment of fuzziness, where I’ll be leaving a little bit of myself behind in this landscape. It’s a quiet goodbye to the Alps that will occupy a special place in my heart.

This perfect moment is a stark contrast to my subsequent arrival in Lucerne, a vibrant city teeming with high fashion and travellers thronging towards the lake. Despite its popularity, I’m now sure that cities don’t interest me. I had intended to explore some cities on my return journey, but now, I decide to let them pass.

I find a campsite at the Lido on Lake Lucerne, and as I set up for the night, I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness. Tomorrow, I will be leaving Switzerland and its hefty price tag behind, heading northward on a slightly shortened route home.

It's been an incredible, emotional journey through the Alps, one that I wouldn't trade for anything. Tomorrow brings another day, another ride, but for tonight, I bask in the memories of the majestic Alps.

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Missouri’s Best Restaurants, The Ultimate Foodie’s Guide

From bistros and brewpubs to kitschy ice cream shops and fare from farm to table, the state-wide dining scene offers something for every eater. We explore the state to provide you with the best dining options in Missouri.

This travel guide to Missouri can help you plan a fun and affordable trip without breaking the bank!  Every year more than 2 million international tourists book cheap flights to Missouri to explore Missouri’s iconic sights and neighborhoods.

Stone Public House

44 Stone Public House is a gastropub that is a specialist in high-end pub food, paired with high-end whiskies and ales that are aiding in putting Columbia and Mid-Missouri in the spotlight as culinary hot spots. The menu is modeled after the casual and cozy pubs of The British Isles, 44 Stone's menu is influenced by the food common to England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales and is paired with a modern American style to create meals like imperial stout-marinated ribeye steak, wild-caught north Atlantic haddock served with hand-cut chips along with an extensive selection of American craft beers and whiskeys.

Bogart's Smokehouse

regularly ranked among the top barbecue joints frequently rated among the best barbecue joints St Louis (and for a smoker-obsessed state such as Missouri it's definitely an honor) Bogart's Smokehouse first opened its doors in the year 2011 and since then, the succulent meats slow-cooked over cherry and apple wood has achieved legendary status. Chef Skip Steele is a veteran pit master who perfected his techniques while as a child in Memphis cooking all Bogart's meats on the smoker in the backyard of the restaurant over a period of up to 24hrs. The customers rave about dishes like succulent pulled pork, apricot-brauleed prime ribs and succulent pastrami, served alongside side dishes such as deviled egg sweet potato salad, pit-smoked baked beans and pit-smoked potatoes.

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The Fountain on Locust

For unique dining that has an eccentric personality Look no further than the Fountain on Locust, an award-winning ice-cream parlor and food truck voted The Best Restaurant to Impress Out-of-Towners in the St. Louis Post-dispatch's Readers Choice Awards. The interior is a slick art deco style, hand-painted by proprietor Joy Christensen (think retro tiled flooring and vintage counter-seats with bright murals) invites customers to sample their signature cones of ice-cream or sundaes, as well as floating floats with flavors such as butter pecan and coconut almond joy. And even though the well-loved place may seem to target children, "adult" fans of ice cream will surely be delighted by the fountain's adult-flavored floats that are liquor-infused and cocktails made of ice cream.

Flat Branch Pub & Brewing

Downtown Columbia tradition since the time it began its operation more than 20 years in the past (the first brewery to open in the city, since the year 1841.) Flat Branch Pub & Brewing is an intimate, elegant pub and has been awarded several awards including Columbia magazine's Top Overall Restaurant several times. It is located in a 1927-built brick building, which includes Columbia's largest bar as well as a large patio. Flat Branch specializes in handmade classic pub dishes that are given an American flavor, like deep-fried catfish, chips and tartar sauce that is tart and tangy, as well as tender shredded pork that is braised in a spicy adobo flavor and served in taco shells fried with the southwestern slaw and pico de gallo. All of which is, of course, ideal to pair with Flat Branch's homemade, in-house beer.

Lambert's Cafe

The place that is known as the birthplace of the first "throw rolls", Lambert's Cafe is an iconic Missouri eating tradition that dates into the 1940s. The restaurant is known for its large servings of typical American dishes and cozy diner ambience. In the present, Lambert's Cafe boasts two locations in Missouri and another branch located in Alabama however its Sikeston restaurant (the location of the first restaurant that was opened in 1942 by the owners Earl Lambert and Agnes Lambert) is where the story began. Relax with your family and guests in one of the wooden booths and enjoy items like the Bar-B-Q pulled pork sandwich served on Texas toast Fried catfish served with hushpuppies and cornbread and chicken livers served with the gravy of mushrooms.

Gram & Dun

An elegant, modern approach to the neighborhood restaurant Gram and Dun blends sophisticated, chef-driven American meals with well-paired drinks in a welcoming space that is a magnet for all kinds of people from craft beer enthusiasts and wine lovers and foodies with discerning tastes. The restaurant is located in Kansas City's trendy riverside area, The Plaza, Gram and Dun's restaurant is gorgeous. Dramatic slanted wood-beamed ceilings that overlook luxurious leather banquettes. A patio (voted as one of the best in the city by local publications such as KC Magazine and The Pitch) is ideal for outdoor dining. The most memorable dishes are the jumbo scallops served with blackened cauliflower, Swiss Chard, and Bourbon cherry butter. Also, the hangar steak accompanied by bacon-infused fingerling potatoes.

The Block

Inspired by the golden age of the past when butchers were the mainstay of communities in the area, The Block is a unique restaurant in Webster Groves that offers customers seasonal, local-inspired American dishes with an in-store, fully-serviced meat counter. A chic, intimate space, that is dominated by wood and industrial chic elements, guests are reminded of the fact that The Block can be described as a modern neighborhood eatery, and its menu is packed with delicious American classics harks back classic items like smoked brisket sandwiches made with Swiss cheese and pickled red onions and horseradish cream, or grass-fed butcher's cut beef, garlic fries, and the signature steak sauce.

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