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pagan-stitches · 13 days

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Chuck-will's Widow

Scott Gentling (1942-2011)

Heard the first ones of the season tonight 4/24/24, though my husband heard them 4/21/24.

Listen here.

#Chuck-Will’s widow #nightjar #ozark foothills #Arkansas River valley #spring #Scott gentling #trumpet vine

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idroolinmysleep · 1 year

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Scott Gentling, Ludwig van Beethoven, undated, graphite on paper, Amon Carter Museum of American Art, Fort Worth, Texas

#Scott Gentling #Beethoven #Ludwig van Beethoven #art #drawing #Amon Carter Museum of American Art #Fort Worth #Texas #Ft. Worth #portrait #Amon Carter Museum #music #classical music

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leonkennedygvrl · 5 months

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cw: smut!

thinking about a prison co leon who does anything to talk to his favourite prisoner, you. and yes, maybe he shouldn’t pick favourites considering you were a convict but he wasn’t too blame. you were entertaining, genpop was so fucking boring because all everyone did was create make-shift moonshine and trade shivs. but you?

he did wish it were different sometimes, having to sneak into the supply closet during yard time when it was his lunch break just to see you alone was risky - he could lose his job, but it was worth it. for you.

happened again today, you pressed against the locker that held all the cleaning products, palms flat against the metal as leon thrusted up into you with his chubby cock, cleanly trimmed pubes brushing against your plush ass everytime he went balls-deep.

he felt like he was under your control, following you around like a puppy without anyone noticing. he adored you, whilst other people feared you.

leon’s face was buried into the back of your neck, he whimpered at the sensation of your tight walls around his hypersensitive cock, his fingers in your mouth thumb pressing on your tongue to silence your moans whilst slick dripped down his heavy balls.

“you’re perfect.” leon breathed, pressing a chaste kiss to your skin, hearing you hum against his fingers. your pussy clenching at his words. “f—fuck.”

maybe it was lawfully wrong, or deemed fucked up by society to be rooting a criminal as a co, but leon didn’t care. he knew he wanted you, he needed you.

#resident evil 2 remake #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #no use of y/n #leon kennedy x reader #thoughts #imagine #short #smut #against the law but we fw it #like leon fw i #re2rleonkennedy #gentle mdom #resident evil

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gumnut-logic · 4 months

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Found this Scott and Em Harris 'discussion' on my hard drive.

Em Harris is an OC from Gentle Rain.

Language warning for this as she is not happy at all.

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“I’m just trying to keep you from dying! Don’t you see that? I care about you and you are the last person I ever want to see dead out there, so just fucking listen to me for once!”

Scott blinked at the fire in her words. He would have taken a step back, but he was held by his seat in One, its safety harness and back preventing him from moving an inch away from the fury of his wife.

Em hovered in front of him, the white of her medical baldric glaring at him. It had stains. Some identifiable, some not so much. But all of which he wished he could have protected her from.

But he couldn’t.

Because she was who she was and there was no way he could hold her back from helping people any more than he could himself. If there was one thing they both shared, it was that.

Her determination was what made her so beautiful.

“Emaline-“

“No!” She held up a hand. “You don’t get to speak after a stupid stunt like that. All you had to do was wait for Virgil.”

“There wasn’t time!”

“Another thirty seconds, Scott! If Virgil hadn’t caught you, YOU WOULD BE DEAD!” Her pale blue eyes electrified with a mixture of fury and fear. “I almost lost you! For no reason!”

“A life was saved!”

“Virgil nearly missed the both of you! He has enough bruising from his leap off that cliff after you to inspire his next painting. Kay is going to kick your ass, flyboy.”

Scott swallowed. Kayo he could handle, but he hadn’t realised Virgil had been hurt. “Is Virgil okay?”

Em sighed and looked down a moment before looking him in the eye. “No. No, he is not. You owe him an apology.”

As if he was aware of his name being mentioned, Virgil’s calm voice issued over comes. “Thunderbird Two departing danger zone. Transporting injured to Capetown Medical and returning to base.”

The line cut out before Scott could reply. The lack of personal address or even his callsign was enough to illustrate exactly how much shit he was in with his brother.

“Scott, please.” And suddenly the anger in her voice was gone. “Why? Why is your life not worth as much to you as it is to me?”

She wasn’t crying, but there was so much grief in her voice, he had to reach out and pull her to him.

There was resistance at first. She was as stubborn as she was determined to the point of the words being synonyms. But then, as light as she always was, he drew her into his arms, hoverscoot rising at an angle and their baldrics clattering as they met. Her head landed on his shoulder and he held her there, stroking the nape of her neck where her hair bun left it bare.

“I’m sorry.” It was an exhalation.

“Please don’t do that again.” It was muffled into his uniform.

“Em, you know I can’t guar-“

It was exactly the wrong thing to say. She flung herself backwards, pulling away. Practised reflexes let her go out of respect, but he grabbed at her again. No!

She didn’t let him reach her, her hoverjets humming almost as angrily as her expression.

“No, Scott Tracy, you can guarantee. You can tell me that you will wait. You can tell me that you will consider. You will tell me that you trust your brothers’ knowledge and experience. And you can tell me that I am important enough in your life for you to not give up that life in a situation that can be easily avoided.” She drew in a breath. “If you can’t value your own life enough yourself, then value it for me.” A breath. “I love you, Scott…please.”

Every rule, every philosophy, every self determination screamed at him to deny her. The thought of putting his life above others was anathema. But his strategic mind flipped the equation without permission and he saw his actions from her point of view.

His brain listed off his abilities, how he should have been able to handle the situation safely.

And how it had all gone so far south so quickly, and how only the quick actions of his engineer brother had prevented a very long plummet down a very high cliff.

His first thought had been gratitude and admiration for his brother’s skill and the fact the rescue was a successful one.

He didn’t register Virgil’s grunts as anything other than simple exertion. Now looking back, now he didn’t have his arms full of terrified rescuee, he could take a moment to examine exactly what had happened.

Virgil hadn’t said a thing.

He had rappelled them back up the cliff. It had been all business and as the adrenalin had waned, Scott had just felt tired. Em took the rescuee into Two and after a silent scan with Virgil’s mediscanner, Scott had returned to One.

It was just another rescue almost gone wrong.

Virgil had just saved the day…again.

What if he had waited? Would the man have fallen?

His heart feared what would have happened if he did. That was why he had jumped himself despite the fragility of the rockface.

He looked up at his beautiful wife. “I don’t know if I can stand by and risk a death I can prevent.”

Her lips thinned, but her eyes were sad. “Neither can I.” She drew in a breath. “Commander Scott Tracy, as Lead Medical Officer of International Rescue, I’m citing you for reckless self-endangerment and recommending psychological review.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“I can’t lose you, Scott.” Little more than breath. “Not like this.

“I just can’t.”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #em harris #gentle rain #scott/em #scott/oc #virgil/kayo #but only background

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doortotomorrow · 1 year

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