#sister wives season 19 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

skjeinon · 2 years

Text

go ahead and cry little girl - jordan staal

jordan staal x reader, except it’s just age gap realness

warning: smut. age gap (19/20 and 33), brindamour daughter. also use of the word daddy. just go away if you simply cannot get past jordan staal 💀 daddy issues. also andrei being kinda weird, my b. cum kink. princess pet names. “daddy’s princess fuck fest” is probably the weirdest thing said the whole time

summary: post season cookout, you have a crush on jordan staal cause daddy issues, andrei catcalls and you feel weirded out and then jordo fucks you.

very much similar to sundress season, except it’s rod daughter x staal and not staal sister x svech

being the daughter of rod was hard.. not because you were like the daughter of some celebrity, because he was barely that, but because you were the daughter of some coach.

the coach who had the guys around a fair amount, the coach who was close with the older guys, the coach that had always put his boys first after you’re siblings began to get older.. and when you were the last one left in the house, it was hard. being 19 and going to nc state left you at home a lot but despite this, the “do you want to come to practice with me?” was uncommon

you didn’t play hockey but you knew how to skate, you didn’t skate very often but you were a junior intern with the canes. you didn’t hate your father… but you had daddy issues. something about the canes showed you that you’d never be first and when everyone came over.. maybe dad wouldn’t see you first but others would.

if you looked upset, the first thing that would be asked was “hey.. you okay, kiddo?” from martinook, and you’d nod. he was like a fun uncle to you and never failed to make you smile and at the time , williams would also check in on you but after he had retired, it was also uncommon. it didn’t matter though, after he had retired and staal took over, you nearly doubled over.

by no means was the man the object of your main attraction but the posters on your wall of him when he was on the penguins and the posters and photos of his older brother begged you to differ. when he’d ask you if you were okay, you almost felt needy to pounce but.. he’s the captain. he’s your dad right hand.. oh my god.

the C on his chest made you weak and you ended up just not showing up to see your dad after games just to avoid jordan. and even would avoid when you’d be invited to dinners with your father. saying “oh i’m sorry i have an essay due” knowing good and well you should be there and not ignoring them for a fake essay.

it got down to the bare bone of spring though. the canes had lost their series and rod would host the yearly cookout, him and your siblings and step mom all helped out along with a lot of the wives and girlfriends, and as the summer crept up, the heat outside was unbearable.

the pool had only resulted in more people showing up , and while the model girlfriends of the team looked gorgeous in their swim suits, most of their attention was drawn to the babies of the team, leaving you slightly annoyed when you had no one to talk to except for the guys on the team. wearing an unbuttoned hawaiian shirt over your swim suit was something to draw the younger guys eyes away from your body while holding a conversation with martinook and slavin felt normal.

“how was school?” was the main conversation topic, while you dragged on about how your teacher is a big canes fan so he thought on the first day of his class that your name was cool but never really brought it up again until you were wearing an old eric staal jersey. your conversation with them held on until brady had walked outside with jordan.. sunglasses covering his eyes as he towered over brady. you looked away, embarrassed as brady shot you a gentle smile, jordan not acknowledging your current existence.

you stood up, walking back into the kitchen, seeing that jaccob and marty were holding a conversation. the kitchen was empty as you ventured to find a drink, sighing as your dad had doubled down on you drinking before you’re 21, especially when you’re around the boys. you grabbed a coke and stood at the island for a moment, staring at your phone before he had walked back in. i looked up , embarrassed when i saw him, i looked back down.

“hi” you mumbled quietly. “hey kid..” his voice was gentle as he came over to grab something else to bring it outside. he stood over you, his arm coming around your side to grab a bowl. “where’ve you been?” he asked, looking down at you. “mh.. college..” you let out a short laugh as your cheeks burned. “college got out like 3 weeks ago. your dad not get you tickets to the game?” he teased, looking back outside quickly to make sure no one was around. “he did, i just don’t think i wanted to go” you shrugged. you finally got the courage to turn back and look at him, you cheeks still red. “yeah? that’s a shame.. the guys really like when you’re around..” he looked up before a smile crossed his face. he finally stepped away, his free hand gently touching your waist as he stepped past you. you inhaled sharply , his hand lingering for a moment before he walked back outside. you stood there, face red as a tomato before you mustered up the courage to walk back outside. ‘does he know?!’ was the only thought in your head as you sat back down.

finally , dinner came. you sat down next to some of the guys, your dad sitting at the end of the table so you had to be subjected to whatever they had to say, not holding a filter since they aren’t near “coach”. you ended up sitting between andrei and jordan. it was like a separation between the europeans and the older american/canadian guys.

you sat there eating, listening to their conversation, when you heard andrei say something. you turned to look at him, his frame was large. “that color looks really nice on you.” his blatant flirting made you cringe. while yeah, he was attractive, you’d thought about him twice, he definitely was.. taken. “yeah thanks.” you smiled, looking back at your food. he then said something else, and you didn’t like it. jordan looked over to see you uncomfortable and looked at andrei. he didn’t say anything but when you got up to throw the rest of your food away and walk inside, he waited a few minutes and followed. he was the leader , he had to make sure everyone was okay. always. it was in his nature.

you had made your way to the bathroom, letting out a soft sigh as you pulled the shirt over your chest, trying to ignore the comment before you heard a knock on the door. “hey..you okay?” oh my god you were tired of being asked that. it’s all you were ever asked. it’s like you were a walking mope fest and it made you hate it even more. “n-no, i’m not actually.” you opened the door, seeing jordan leaning against the frame of the door. “andrei?“ and you nod. “i’m the coaches daughter.. you’d think he’d have some decency..” you said, your eyes meeting his.

“you’d think you’d have the same mentality, wouldn’t you..” he spoke, looking down at you. your cheeks suddenly shifted to a shade of red as you realized what he meant. “w-what.. haha noo…” you let out a nervous laugh, looking away. he wasn’t laughing, he wasn’t mad, but he definitely wasn’t giggling about it.

“you’re not very good at hiding it, princess..” he mumbles, stepping in a little closer, the space between the both of you narrowing. “w-well.. you know.. it’s just..” you knew it was because he gave you more attention than your dad or that him and the older guys filled the void but he was different. your hand rested on his chest as he got closer. “is this okay..” he asked, not wanting to go any further without asking again. you nod before he pushes you back into the bathroom, quickly closing the door before his lips are on yours. you let out a soft moan as his hands find their way to your sides. he gently moves his hands up, unbuttoning the buttons you had managed to button up on your shirt, before his hands, calloused and rough, met your sides. he had you pressed against the sink, the small of your back against the cold marble.

you were practically dripping in your swim suit. you felt overwhelmed, but you knew what you wanted. “f-fuck..” you mumble as his hands come up, cupping your breasts, gently squeezing them, he moves down, kissing your neck before he pulls down your swim suit top, your breasts now exposed. he then moves down, taking a nipple into his mouth while his hand takes care of the other, gently rolling your nipple between his fingers before he moves his mouth to the other. he takes his hand and pushes it down your body, under the bottom pieces fabric and feels how wet you are, his finger dragging over your clit for a moment. quiet moans fell from your lips as he slowly pushed a finger in, adding a second a few seconds later without warning.

“f-fuck daddy..“ you cry out. it just leaves you. you have never even thought about it and you were embarrassed as he looked up, his eyes meeting yours before shaking his head slightly, a smirk on his face. “you’re so wet..” he spoke before he began to suck at your nipples again, leaving them hard before he pulled away. he continued to finger you, watching as you tilted back, your head thrown back and back arched. “i can’t wait to fuck you.” the loose shirt on your frame finally fell and it was your top pulled down slightly so your chest was exposed and the bottom piece of your swim suit low on your hips while his fingers penetrated you.

you could feel yourself coming close, your orgasm chasing as he fingered you but as soon as he knew, he pulled away, causing you to let out an annoyed sigh. you sat up straight, looking at him as he looked at his fingers. “here, suck them.” you nodded and his fingers entered your mouth. you licked them clean while he undid his shorts, kicking them down. you saw his bulge in his boxers and god he was huge. letting out a moan against his fingers, he pulled his boxers off, his cock looked heavy as he held it in his free hand, stroking it before he took the bottom half of your swim suit and pulled them down your legs, having you kick them off. he finally pulled his fingers from your lips, letting you focus on his cock. you reached down, feeling it, causing him to hiss slightly. “we have to be fast.. we’ve already taken long enough..” he mumbles, watching you feel him in your hands. he was heavy. “turn around, princess.” you nod and you see yourself in the mirror. your cheeks are red, your shoulders are flushed red too. your nipples and lips are swollen and you just look a little more blissed out than before.

his hands come to your hips and he lines himself up with your pussy, slowly dragging the tip through your folds, smearing precum all over before he slowly pushes in the tip.. then slams the rest of his cock into you. he realizes this is a mistake as he knows you’re about to moan, so he quickly puts his hand over your mouth. “you have to be quiet, be a good girl.” he was straining as he spoke.. “you’re so fucking tight..” he mumbled. “i bet you’ve never had a cock this big, have you..” he leaned over you, watching as you shook your head into his palm. “i’m gonna pull my hand away, can you be a good girl and stay quiet?”, nodding he pulls it away and you’re panting, biting your lip as he finally pulls his hips away before slamming them against yours again. he tilted his head back as he began to pick up a steady pace. you were so tight and perfect. he barely fit inside of you but the fit was perfect. every thrust, he would hit your cervix. you struggled to hold yourself up on the sink, your arms going weak.

as your arms went week, he wrapped arm arm around you to hold you up, looking at yourself in the mirror as he fucked you hard and fast. your lip was stuck between your teeth as you held back your moans, the only prominent sound filling the room was the sound of your skin slapping against his. he let out grunts , close to your ear, and when you’d let out soft sounds, he almost crumbled. the sound was so perfect.

he moved his hand down to your lower tummy, and watching as he could see himself as a bulge would form as he fucked you. he placed his hand over it. “look at that ..” he grabbed your hand and placed it over it. “feel me, right there..” he held your hand there, while he just fucked you harder. time began to get away from you as he edged you one more time before someone walked inside.. it was one of the wives. they knocked on the bathroom door and suddenly he had come to a complete halt. you were pulled out of your little daddy’s princess fuck fest and had to pull it together.

“y-yeah??” you shouted out, he slowly began to move again, making your knees shake a little. “we’re just making sure you’re alright… are you?” they asked as he began to fuck you deep. biting your lip, you struggled to respond. “yeah i’m.. i’m- im okay..” your head fell forward, your hands coming to the edge of the sink, gripping hard. “okay, just call if you need anything.” you let out a sound of approval and as soon as they walked away, he began to fuck you relentlessly again.

letting you lean over the sink, his hands came to your hips and slammed into you. you could feel yourself coming closer. “fuck.. daddy.. daddy…” you’d mumble, cock drunk, over and over again. he knew you were close again and so was he. “you want me to fill you up? fill you with my cum?” he asked, his voice was so soft, you didn’t understand how he could be so stern. “yes please! fill me up please!!” you pleaded. “okay princess..”

your orgasm finally washed over you, his hand covering your mouth again as you cried into it, tears forming in your eyes as he finally let you cum, squeezing his cock as your legs shook. he practically doubled over as he began to loose rhythm, fucking into you quickly before he finally spilled inside of you. he leaned over, his cock as deep inside of you as possible, as you feel his warm cum fill you. you finally could recover, but as you sat up, your walls involuntarily squeezed around him, causing you to let out another moan before he reluctantly pulled out. “you did so good.. you’re such a good girl..” he spoke as you turned around, leaning down to kiss you again. “thank you, daddy..”

he helped clean you up, pulling your clothes back on while he got his shorts back on. as he pulled the bottoms back onto your ass , he gently slapped your pussy, essentially saying ‘this is mine, and that’s why i filled you up.’ he kissed you one more time on the head before he finally let you go. “don’t say anything..” he said before watching you leave. you walked up to your room, trying to recover slightly.

he walked back outside , acting like he hadn’t been gone for 20-30 minute. they asked what he was doing and he said “i was talking to y/n.. rod was kinda busy and she just needed someone to talk to.” he spoke, his hair a little bit of a mess.

as you got upstairs, you changed into normal clothes.. you didn’t want to wear this around andrei anymore. you spread your legs while changing though, feeling as jordan’s cum began to seep through your folds. you took a quick picture, sending it to him, knowing he wouldn’t look at his phone until he left, and changed, going back downstairs to sit back in that same spot, next to the guy you just called daddy and the one that made him do it.

#carolina hurricanes #carolina hurricanes imagine #nhl smut #shamelessly writing about jordan staal #jordan staal #smut #nhl fanfic #nhl writing #18+#skjeinons daddy issues #go ahead and cry little girl series

261 notes · View notes

stryc-9 · 2 years

Text

I have roughly 9,563 questions about season 4. Here are 20 in no particular order…

1. What the hell happened on that bridge?

2. Why does Eve seem indifferent to Villanelle’s very existence?

3. Why did they make V “kill” a cat?

4. How did V’s almost death not wake Eve up to a single thing about her feelings after all that screaming no no no?

5. Why does Eve give one single fuck about the 12?

6. Why no murder wives season? They didn’t have to be *together* the whole time, but they should’ve been together.

7. How come eps 7 & 8 were completely different to the whole season?

8. Who are the main characters of this show?

9. What was the point of any of the new characters?

10. Why the slap?

11. How does V even know where Eve is staying?

12. Who wrote this stupid ass double meaning dialogue?

13. Why the mean ass stripping in 403?

14. Who cut the CGI budget to $11?

15. How come a sniper couldn’t get a decent hit when V was standing out in the open but managed multiple underwater shots from an unknown vantage point in dirty water AT NIGHT??

16. How come it seemed like V was an annoying kid sister to Eve instead of a formidable assassin / whole series love interest?

17. Why have V & E hooking up with other people till the last minute?

18. Why Pam if not to save V?

19. Why does Hugo exist?

20. Why “I owe you a dare”?

#killing eve #villanelle #villaneve #eve polastri #jodie comer #oksana astankova #eve x villanelle #villanelle x eve #killing eve spoilers #murder wives season is what we deserved #honestly what was it about

233 notes · View notes

sea-owl · 1 year

Text

Colleen Bridgerton has never cared for the men she danced with at balls.

Oh, she liked the balls themselves, especially the food they served at them, but her male suitors she could do without. She's not sure why, when other girls her age were discussing potential marriage matches Colleen found she much rather look at the soft flesh of a woman, while her thoughts imagined herself off traveling.

It was easier to pretend her desire not to marry was simple wanderlust. To focus on convincing Anthony to let her travel, instead of confessing that thought of marrying a man made her whole body shiver.

In Colleen's first season she had two marriage proposals, she had denied both. She pretends not to notice her mother's disappointment. It was well known that her mother was hell bent to see all her children married. She rolls her eyes at Anthony muttering how Colleen is going to be a bad influence on her younger sisters, especially Eloise.

Colleen privately thought if Anthony wanted a good influence for his younger siblings, he should stop being such a rake and get married himself.

Daphne, the one Colleen is closest to, is simply confused by her older sister. "Don't you wish to get married?"

Colleen sighed. "Honestly Daph the thought of getting married to a man is not something that appeals to me."

Colleen's second season, and Daphne's first season, passes, neither daughter married. Violet focuses more on the daughter who wishes for marriage, Anthony finally agrees to let Colleen travel so long as she has a companion. Colleen makes Anthony write down his promise and then heads off to the Featherington estate with it. There she gets Penelope Featherington to agree to be her travel companion.

The next few years the girls travel during the off season exploring different parts of the world. Growing closer with each new adventure they have.

Things change when Colleen is 24 and Penelope is 19 in their rented room on the island of Ithica.

"Colleen, will you kiss me?"

Colleen stares at Penelope. While she has thought about kissing Penelope before, she's not blind to the younger woman's beauty, she never once thought that Penelope thought about kissing her.

Another moment without an answer from Colleen and Penelope's cheeks are flushed. "I'm sorry please ignore the question. It was stupid, but I've never been kissed before, and I thought that a kiss from you would be rather nice-"

Colleen cuts Penelope off with a kiss, cradling her face the way she's seen her brothers do with their wives.

Colleen feels intoxicated. She wants to feel more of Penelope and her luscious curves. A delighted moan escapes her when she feels Penelope's hands in her hair pulling her closer.

Their relationship changes but it also feels like it hasn't changed at all. Penelope is still one of Colleen's closest friends, the two women still travel together, and write together. It's just now Colleen gets kisses and naked cuddles from Penelope.

#travel buddies au #polin #colleen bridgeron #colin bridgerton #gender bent colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #bridgerton

46 notes · View notes

warningsine · 2 months

Text

The fourth chapter in the True Detective saga, subtitled Night Country, is good. Really good, in fact. As Navarro, Reis brings a bristling intensity, whether she’s pinning down a bad guy or reluctantly opening up about her mother’s unsolved murder. The 37-year-old more than holds her own among a heavyweight cast, led by Oscar winner Jodie Foster, after two forgettable seasons fronted by Colin Farrell and Mahershala Ali, respectively.

With Night Country, Reis and Foster have guided the show back to the brilliance of Matthew McConaughey and Woody Harrelson’s searing first series, but in a very different way. Foster plays Liz Danvers, the cantankerous police chief of a small town on the fringes of the Alaskan wilderness. She and Navarro must work out how and why a group of polar scientists left their station and ended up naked and frozen to death in a jumble of bodies out on the ice. In McConaughey and Harrelson’s Louisiana-set series, women fell into three categories: sex workers, “nagging wives” or dead. Night Country flips these tropes on their head. “This series wouldn’t work with two female nurses,” Reis says. “You have two detectives in a male-dominated world who have a gender fluidity that you can see throughout the series. They have this very masculine energy they both have to carry in this profession.”

It didn’t take long before this role reversal drew the ire of misogynistic “bros” – to use series director Issa Lopez’s term. The showrunner recently spoke out against “bros and hardcore fanboys” who review-bombed Night Country on Rotten Tomatoes, posting negative ratings to sabotage the show’s score. “If they could just get their heads out of season one’s ass, that’d be great,” Reis asks of the critics. “Issa did not attempt to rewrite the first season; there are connections to the first season, there’s an homage to the first season, but it is not trying to duplicate it.”

In a recent interview with The Independent, Christopher Eccleston (who plays Danvers’ married lover and boss) praised the series’ stereotype-defying sex scenes. “In the first episode you see both female detectives coming to men for sex and then leaving. Both men are shown trying not to come because they want to please the women, who are absolutely in charge,” he said. In the scene Ecclestone describes, Navarro flips local musher Eddie Qavvik (Joel D Montgrand) on his back and rides him while grabbing his throat. “I got accused of my character being a raper!” Reis says incredulously. “I’m like: what century do you live in?”

Sex scenes are new territory for Reis, who marks just her third-ever acting role in Night Country. The newcomer made her screen debut in Catch the Fair One, Josef Kubota Wladyka’s 2021 revenge thriller about a boxer who voluntarily joins a sex trafficking ring to find her missing sister. It was an obvious route into the acting world for Reis, who had built a name for herself as a professional boxer with a formidable record of 19 wins – five by knockout. Put her name into YouTube and you’re more likely to find clips of her bludgeoning opponents in the ring than a BuzzFeed puppy interview. “Everything was so new,” she says of filming the more intimate scenes in True Detective, “I was like, ‘OK, you guys gotta explain everything, is there tongue in there?’”

There were some more familiar fight scenes, too, of course. In one, Navarro goes on a self-destructive rampage, picking a scrap with three barflies who give her a beatdown (after taking a few thumps themselves). Was it hard for Reis’s boxer ego to get handed her first knockout defeat? “Navarro wasn’t knocked out, she was just knocked down,” Reis is hasty to point out. “That was a little tough, though, but I took notes from the people I’ve knocked down in the ring.”

Today, appearing from her home in Philadelphia, the former world champ looks comfortable. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail and she’s wearing a baggy T-shirt with the slogan “Stay Trippy” on it. Her face is punctuated by silver jewellery in her ears, cheeks and septum, and her nails are pointed black claws. She’s conscious that, from the outside, both she and Navarro might appear intimidating. “Being a professional boxer, you can hand me a gun and I can stand there and look mean,” she says. “The hard part is being able to bring the audience in without saying a word.” Throughout the series, the detective’s icy exterior melts into moments of fragility. “There are a lot of ways I’m like Navarro and there are a lot of ways I’m not,” Reis says. “I believe for me, personally, that my strength has come from my vulnerability. As soon as Navarro allows herself to become vulnerable, that’s when she finds her true strength.”

In 2017, a year after Reis won the WBC female middleweight title, her brother died from brain cancer. “Boxing was our thing,” she explains. “After he passed away, I didn’t want nothing to do with it.” As a result, Reis started exploring other options. She’d always been creative, or as she puts it, “a little Virgo” – “I asked for a violin aged nine for Christmas.” She laughs. Her mum, who raised Reis and all five of her siblings by herself, was always “throwing” her into plays as a child, whether she liked it or not. Besides that, though, there really wasn’t much thought behind her new career choice. “I was like, ‘You know what? Acting seems kind of cool.’ I don’t know, it was on my radar. I was thinking I could land like a cameo in a commercial, be an extra? I just wanted to try it.” Just one week after Reis put out some feelers, Wladyka reached out to her on Instagram about Catch the Fair One. “And here we are,” she says.

Both that film and Night Country deal with the murders and disappearances of indigenous women, a cause that Reis is extremely passionate about. The actor is of mixed Cape Verdean and Wampanoag Native American ancestry, while Navarro is Iñupiat and Dominican. “I am not Native Alaskan, Iñupiat or Inuit, but there’s a collective group of morals that indigenous people share,” she says. “So it’s very important for me to be able to have this type of project done the right way. We had Alaskan native producers going through the script with a fine-tooth comb. I don’t want to make the age-old mistake of assuming I know about a culture.”

We’re speaking the day after Lily Gladstone made history by becoming the first Indigenous American woman to be nominated for an Oscar for Best Actress, thanks to her role in Martin Scorsese’s Killers of the Flower Moon. “When she won the Golden Globe [another historic first], I was sitting folding laundry,” Reis remembers. “I literally burst out screaming and crying. This is an amazing time for Native American Indigenous talent.”

It might only be her third-ever acting gig– she also had a small part in Jean-Stéphane Sauvaire’s yet-to-be-released paramedic thriller, Asphalt City – but Reis carries Navarro with the assuredness of someone who knows they’re in a role they were born to play. “It’s funny, looking back at it now: I’ve been training to be an actor my entire boxing career,” she muses. “The constant ups and downs; repetition, repetition, repetition; being able to take criticism; thinking on your feet.” She compares directors to coaches, and likens working with two-time Academy Award winner Foster to training in a “gym full of champs”. “I’m not walking into a gym to be the big dog; I want to be the worst one in the room so I can get better,” she says.

The Silence of the Lambs star sounds like the perfect sparring partner for an up-and-coming talent. “She doesn’t take anything too seriously – if she screws up, she screws up,” Reis says. “And she’s so generous with her knowledge, her time, her ideas. She’s an amazing person.”

The cast also had an incredible set to work with, I tell her, addressing the elephant in the room, or rather: the “corpsicle” in the ice rink. In episode two, the frozen bodies of the scientists are transported to the local hockey rink to thaw in a mangled mess of limbs and frostbitten private parts. It performs a surprisingly central role in the series, with characters returning to it again and again like a demented version of the Central Perk café in Friends. “It was so amazingly made,” Reis says; “everything was so detailed, every hair, every testicle – the frostbite on the feet.” It didn’t take long to become desensitised. “By day two I was drinking coffee next to it, giving the dead dudes a fist bump.”

Without giving too much away, thawing the corpsicle promises to unlock the key to cracking the case. “It’s gonna shock everyone,” Reis teases of the forthcoming series finale, and the big reveal of who has been behind the murders. “I really think it’s gonna throw people off – in a good way.”

Reis now has “Prestige HBO Drama Star” to add to her list of titles. Will it be enough to tempt her out of the ring for good? “My career and women’s boxing as a whole has been on a really great trajectory,” she says with a smile. “I haven’t hung up the gloves just yet.”

#true detective: night country #kali reis #issa lópez

5 notes · View notes

officialyourdailyinspiration · 2 years

Photo

Some Rules Regarding Marriage

1 Now concerning the things whereof ye wrote: It is good for a man not to touch a woman. 2 But, because of fornications, let each man have his own wife, and let each woman have her own husband. 3 Let the husband render unto the wife her due: and likewise also the wife unto the husband. 4 The wife hath not power over her own body, but the husband: and likewise also the husband hath not power over his own body, but the wife. 5 Defraud ye not one the other, except it be by consent for a season, that ye may give yourselves unto prayer, and may be together again, that Satan tempt you not because of your incontinency. 6 But this I say by way of concession, not of commandment. 7 Yet I would that all men were even as I myself. Howbeit each man hath his own gift from God, one after this manner, and another after that.

8 But I say to the unmarried and to widows, It is good for them if they abide even as I. 9 But if they have not continency, let them marry: for it is better to marry than to burn. 10 But unto the married I give charge, yea not I, but the Lord, That the wife depart not from her husband 11 (but should she depart, let her remain unmarried, or else be reconciled to her husband); and that the husband leave not his wife. 12 But to the rest say I, not the Lord: If any brother hath an unbelieving wife, and she is content to dwell with him, let him not leave her. 13 And the woman that hath an unbelieving husband, and he is content to dwell with her, let her not leave her husband. 14 For the unbelieving husband is sanctified in the wife, and the unbelieving wife is sanctified in the brother: else were your children unclean; but now are they holy. 15 Yet if the unbelieving departeth, let him depart: the brother or the sister is not under bondage in such cases: but God hath called us in peace. 16 For how knowest thou, O wife, whether thou shalt save thy husband? or how knowest thou, O husband, whether thou shalt save thy wife? 17 Only, as the Lord hath distributed to each man, as God hath called each, so let him walk. And so ordain I in all the churches. 18 Was any man called being circumcised? let him not become uncircumcised. Hath any been called in uncircumcision? let him not be circumcised. 19 Circumcision is nothing, and uncircumcision is nothing; but the keeping of the commandments of God. 20 Let each man abide in that calling wherein he was called. 21 Wast thou called being a bondservant? care not for it: nay, even if thou canst become free, use it rather. 22 For he that was called in the Lord being a bondservant, is the Lord’s freedman: likewise he that was called being free, is Christ’s bondservant. 23 Ye were bought with a price; become not bondservants of men. 24 Brethren, let each man, wherein he was called, therein abide with God.

25 Now concerning virgins I have no commandment of the Lord: but I give my judgment, as one that hath obtained mercy of the Lord to be trustworthy. 26 I think therefore that this is good by reason of the distress that is upon us, namely, that it is good for a man to be as he is. 27 Art thou bound unto a wife? seek not to be loosed. Art thou loosed from a wife? seek not a wife. 28 But shouldest thou marry, thou hast not sinned; and if a virgin marry, she hath not sinned. Yet such shall have tribulation in the flesh: and I would spare you. 29 But this I say, brethren, the time is shortened, that henceforth both those that have wives may be as though they had none; 30 and those that weep, as though they wept not; and those that rejoice, as though they rejoiced not; and those that buy, as though they possessed not; 31 and those that use the world, as not using it to the full: for the fashion of this world passeth away. 32 But I would have you to be free from cares. He that is unmarried is careful for the things of the Lord, how he may please the Lord: 33 but he that is married is careful for the things of the world, how he may please his wife, 34 and is divided. So also the woman that is unmarried and the virgin is careful for the things of the Lord, that she may be holy both in body and in spirit: but she that is married is careful for the things of the world, how she may please her husband. 35 And this I say for your own profit; not that I may cast a snare upon you, but for that which is seemly, and that ye may attend upon the Lord without distraction. 36 But if any man thinketh that he behaveth himself unseemly toward his virgin daughter, if she be past the flower of her age, and if need so requireth, let him do what he will; he sinneth not; let them marry. 37 But he that standeth stedfast in his heart, having no necessity, but hath power as touching his own will, and hath determined this in his own heart, to keep his own virgin daughter, shall do well. 38 So then both he that giveth his own virgin daughter in marriage doeth well; and he that giveth her not in marriage shall do better. 39 A wife is bound for so long time as her husband liveth; but if the husband be dead, she is free to be married to whom she will; only in the Lord. 40 But she is happier if she abide as she is, after my judgment: and I think that I also have the Spirit of God. — 1 Corinthians 7 | American Standard Version (ASV) The American Standard Version Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Exodus 19:15; Exodus 21:10; Ezra 9:2; Psalm 39:6; Ezekiel 7:12; Malachi 2:16; Matthew 1:18; Matthew 5:32; Matthew 6:24; Matthew 12:45; Matthew 19:11; Matthew 22:15; Mark 10:12; Luke 9:39; Luke 14:20; Luke 21:23: John 8:32; John 10:13; Acts 15:1; Romans 2:25; Romans 7:2; Romans 11:14; Romans 12:3; 1 Corinthians 9:5; 1 Corinthians 14:33; 2 Corinthians 4:1; 2 Corinthians 8:8; 2 Corinthians 11:17; 2 Corinthians 13:3; 1 Thessalonians 4:4; 1 Timothy 5:5; Hebrews 13:4; 1 Peter 5:2

#principles of marriage #live your calling #the unmarried #widows #1 Corinthians 7 #The First Epistle of Corinthians #New Testament #ASV #The American Standard Version Bible

9 notes · View notes

sheffran · 2 years

Text

Maxwell Beverly Sheffield

Actor: Charles Shaughnessy

Basics:

Marital status: (re) Married 💍

Birthday: January 19, 1957

Age:

Season 1 - 41

Season 2 - 42

Season 3 - 43

Season 4 - 44

Season 5 - 45

Season 6 - 46

Zodiac sign: Capricorn ♑️

Chinese zodiac: Snake 🐍

Element: Fire 🔥

Sex: Male

Nationality: English 🇬🇧

Religion:

• Catholic

• Jewish (due to being married to Fran)

Occupation:

Broadway producer (S1-5; formerly)

Movie producer (S6; currently)

Other:

Fatherhood (😂)

_________________________________

Family:

(Wife) : Sara Sheffield (✝️)

Daughter: Maggie Sheffield

Daughter: Grace Sheffield:

Son: Brighton Sheffield

(2nd) Wife: Fran Sheffield

Daughter: Eve Sheffield

Son: Jonah Sheffield

Son-in-law: Michael

Grandmother-in-law: Yetta Rosenberg

Mother-in-law: Sylvia Fine

Sister-in-law: Nadine Cooperman

Father-in-law: Morty Fine

Aunt-in-law: Freida Fine

Extended:

Mother: Elizabeth Sheffield

Father: James Sheffield (✝️)

Brother: Nigel Sheffield

Sister: Jocelyn Sheffield

(half) Sister: Conception (paternal)

Other:

(foster) Daughter: Mei-Ling (through being married to Fran)

_________________________________

Nicknames:

Max (by Fran in S5&6)

Honey, sweetie, etc (by Fran)

Mr Sheffield (by Fran in S1-4 and Niles)

Again, out of habit, Fran tends to use Maxwell’s surname particularly when intimate with her husband

Maxwell (by C.C.)

Maxi (by Jocelyn)

Puddleduck (by Jocelyn)

Maximillion (by Fran; shortly after married him)

Dad/Daddy (by his children)

_________________________________

Appearance/ personality

Maxwell has black curly hair, with a dyed patch of grey that starts off small to be with in season 1 only to get more prominent as the seasons progresses. He has olive green eyes and oftentimes wears a suit and tie normally but sometimes changes into something casual or beach-y depending on the location he’s in

How would you describe Maxwell’s personality?

* Fatherly

* Conservative (with work)

* Smart

* Competitive

* Jealous

* Chivalrous

* Proactive

* Overprotective

* Emotional (with family and close friends only)

* Apprehensive (whenever he’s wrong and Fran’s right)

1. Regarding her mismatched purse

2. Assuming that Maggie’s party was unsophisticated or unfit enough for his daughter, with the food fight.

_________________________________

Trivia:

Maxwell has had 16 girlfriends and 2 wives, namely Sara (✝️) and Fran

It’s been mentioned, by his butler, Niles, that he was similar to Pierce Brosnan

He had oftentimes showed signs of, indiscreet, jealousy whenever a male took interest in Fran

He is (5 or 10 years) older than Fran

He was temporarily deaf due to a high frequency (most likely because of Fran’s voice)

Despite him being British he is actually quite ticklish

Most likely had jerked off by the thought of Fran throughout the 5 years; when he couldn’t, unfortunately, commit to her

Maxwell’s English accent becomes slightly more gruffer when he’s flirting his wife

#fran pregnant with maxwell’s twins #charles shaughnessy #maxwell sheffield #character bio

5 notes · View notes

petri808 · 3 months

Text

Someone told me polygamy doesn’t exist anymore and expected me to take them seriously 🤣 dude there’s literally a tv series called Sister Wives, season like 18 or 19 this year.

#ah this is why I don’t bother debating ignorant people #it ain’t worth it #if they respond about something I ignore and block #unless I’m bored then I might respond once then block lol

0 notes

thebackwoodsbarbi · 7 days

Text

SISTER WIVES Christine Brown Woolley celebrates BIRTHDAY as Mykelti tell...

youtube

0 notes

newstodayjournal · 9 months

Text

Janelle Brown Blasts Kody in New Sister Wives Trailer: F-CK YOU!

Another season of Sister Wives, another chance for Janelle Brown to curse off her terrible husband. Just about a year ago, TLC viewers watched in shock when Janelle grew so irritated by Kody Brown — in regard to his extremely strict COVID-19 rules and regulations — that she exploded on air. She told her spouse to f-ck off. Now, in the latest trailer for Sister Wives Season 18? This is the…

View On WordPress

0 notes

fusion360 · 9 months

Text

Joseph Smith Wives: List of Ages

Joseph Smith Wives: Ages as a List

Joseph Smith, the founder of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS Church), was a figure of great importance in the history of the Mormon faith. One aspect of his life that often sparks curiosity and discussion is his practice of polygamy, also known as plural marriage. The list of ages below discusses most of his wives. Polygamy was a controversial practice in the 19th century and continues to be a subject of interest and debate. This article aims to provide a list of the ages of Joseph Smith wives at the time of their marriage, shedding light on this aspect of his personal life.

The List

Emma Hale Smith (1804-1879) - First wife, married in 1827. Age 23

Emma was Joseph Smith's first wife and remained faithful to him throughout his life. She played a significant role in the early years of the LDS Church and was regarded as a strong and supportive companion to Joseph.

Fanny Alger (1816-1846) - Married in 1833, but the marriage was later denied by the Church. Age 17

Fanny Alger is believed to be one of Joseph Smith's earliest plural wives. There are varying accounts and discrepancies regarding the exact circumstances of their marriage, but it is generally accepted that Fanny was married to Joseph during his early years in Kirtland, Ohio.

Lucinda Morgan Harris (1817-1889) - Married in 1838. Age 21

Louisa Beaman (1812-1897) - Married in 1841. Age 29

Louisa Beaman was among the early women who entered into a plural marriage with Joseph Smith. She was married to him in 1841 and remained a loyal follower of the LDS Church.

Zina Huntington Jacobs (1821-1901) - Married in 1841, first as Joseph's wife, then as his son's wife. Age 20

Zina Diantha Huntington was a prominent figure in the early days of the LDS Church. She was married to Joseph Smith in 1841 and later became a plural wife of Brigham Young, who succeeded Joseph as the president of the LDS Church.

Presendia Huntington Buell (1824-1895) - Married in 1841. Age 17

Agnes Coolbrith (1822-1860) - Married in 1842. Age 20

Smith's wife who was a poet and a writer. She was a member of the Relief Society and published several poems and articles in the Mormon newspaper, the Times and Seasons.

Sylvia Sessions Lyon (1824-1899) - Married in 1842. Age 18

Smith's wife was a Relief Society member and a prominent figure in the early Mormon Church. She was a midwife and a nurse, and she helped to care for the sick and injured during the Mormon exodus from Nauvoo.

Mary Rollins Lightner (1822-1910) - Married in 1842. Age 20

Patty Bartlett Sessions (1816-1884) - Married in 1842. Age 26

Marinda Johnson Hyde (1819-1905) - Married in 1842. Age 23

Smith's wife who was the sister of Brigham Young's wife, Mary Ann. She later married Heber C. Kimball.

Elizabeth Davis Durfee (1820-1894) - Married in 1842. Age 22

Sarah Kingsley Cleveland (1824-1880) - Married in 1842. Age 18

Delcena Johnson (1819-1892) - Married in 1842. Age 23

Eliza R. Snow (1801-1887) - Married in 1842. Age 41

Eliza R. Snow was a renowned poet and an influential woman in the early days of the LDS Church. She married Joseph Smith in 1842 and went on to become one of Brigham Young's wives after Joseph's death.

Sarah Ann Whitney (1824-1882) - Married in 1842. Age 18

Martha McBride Knight (1829-1886) - Married in 1843. Age 14

Ruth Vose Sayers (1824-1897) - Married in 1843. Age 19

Flora Ann Woodworth (1824-1893) - Married in 1843. Age 19

Emily Dow Partridge (1824-1912) - Married in 1843. Age 19

Eliza Maria Partridge (1828-1890) - Married in 1843. Age 15

Almera Johnson (1828-1898) - Married in 1843. Age 15

Lucy Walker (1821-1863) - Married in 1843. Age 22

Sarah Lawrence (1823-1880) - Married in 1843. Age 20

Maria Lawrence (1823-1886) - Married in 1843. Age 20

Helen Mar Kimball (1828-1918) - Married in 1843. Age 14

Smith's youngest wife, who was married to him when she was only 14 years old. Kimball later became a prominent figure in the Mormon Church, and she served as the Relief Society's general president from 1880 to 1888.

Hanna Ells (1829-1908) - Married in 1843. Age 14

Elvira Cowles Holmes (1828-1914) - Married in 1843. Age 15

Rhoda Richards (1819-1913) - Married in 1843. Age 24

Desdemona Fullmer (1823-1894) - Married in 1843. Age 19

Olive Frost (1827-1919) - Married in 1843. Age 16

Melissa Lott (1824-1902) - Married in 1843. Age 19

Nancy Winchester (1829-1905) - Married in 1843. Age 14

Fanny Young (1814-1887) - Married in 1843. Age 29

The ages of Joseph Smith's wives at the time of their marriage ranged from 14 to 47. The majority of his wives were between the ages of 18 and 25.

Historical Perspectives and Interpretations:

The practice of polygamy in the 19th century was influenced by various factors, including religious beliefs, societal norms, and the challenges the early Mormon community faced. For Joseph Smith and his followers, polygamy was seen as a restoration of an ancient biblical practice and a commandment from God.

However, it is crucial to acknowledge that polygamy was not universally accepted or understood in the same way by all members of the Mormon community. Different individuals held varying perspectives and interpretations of its meaning and purpose.

Historical records provide a range of perspectives on Joseph Smith's polygamous marriages, and these perspectives can sometimes be contradictory or incomplete. The nature of historical documentation from the time can present challenges in piecing together an accurate and comprehensive narrative.

Scholars and historians have examined these historical records and engaged in extensive research better to understand the lives of Joseph Smith's wives. They have approached the topic from various angles, including analyzing primary source documents, personal journals, letters, and testimonies of those involved.

It is essential to recognize that historical interpretations may differ, and new insights can emerge as further research is conducted. These interpretations are shaped by the available evidence, scholarly analysis, and the context in which the research is conducted.

Additionally, it is essential to consider the biases and limitations of historical sources. Some records may reflect personal perspectives, societal prejudices, or the influence of later historical interpretations. The complexity of the topic necessitates careful scrutiny and critical evaluation of the sources to form a well-rounded understanding.

Scholars have also examined the social, cultural, and economic factors that influenced the practice of polygamy in early Mormonism. These include considerations such as the challenges of building a religious community, the concept of sealing and eternal families, and the role of women within the church and broader society.

Furthermore, the historical perspectives on Joseph Smith wives have evolved over time. As research progresses and new information comes to light, our understanding of their lives and experiences continues to deepen and expand. A more comprehensive picture can emerge through ongoing scholarship and exploration of primary sources.

Conclusion

The ages of Joseph Smith wives at the time of their marriages reflect a variety of circumstances and individual choices. Some were younger, while others were older, but a list of ages provides clarity. It is crucial to approach this historical topic with sensitivity and respect for the complex social and cultural context of the 19th century.

To access comprehensive information about Mormon beliefs as well as insight on topics like blacks in Mormonism, women in Mormonism, and Joseph Smith’s multiple wives, visit churchofjesuschrist.org/comeuntochrist or whatdomormonsbelieve.org.

#joseph smith polygamy

0 notes

articleshubspot · 9 months

Text

July Blogs by Amanda Mills

Author: Amanda Mills

Zugushotx: The Rise of a Social Media Sensation

Zugushotx is a social media personality and content creator who has gained a ...

Published: Jul 24, 2023 By: Amanda Mills

Texas Roadhouse: The Ultimate Dining Experience

If you hail from the Midwestern or Southern regions of the United States, cha...

Published: Jul 24, 2023 By: Amanda Mills

JoStage: The Ultimate Dental Photography Table

Dental photography is an essential part of any dental practice. It can be use...

Published: Jul 23, 2023 By: Amanda Mills

The Scandalous Divorce of Albert Pirro Obituary and Judge Jeanine Pirro

Albert Pirro Obituary is a well-known legal practitioner in the U.S. He is al...

Published: Jul 22, 2023 By: Amanda Mills

Kody Brown’s Busy Life: Juggling Four Wives and 18 Children

For 17 seasons, we've been captivated by the popular show Sister Wives, which...

Published: Jul 21, 2023 By: Amanda Mills

Rachel Stone Car Accident: Tragedy Strikes Missouri

Rachel Stone, a physical education and health teacher at Lee’s Summit High Sc...

Published: Jul 20, 2023 By: Amanda Mills

Tyler Canaris’s Viral Bodyslam Video Sheds Light on Paulding County Sheriff’s Office

In a shocking video that has taken the internet by storm, Tyler Canaris, a ci...

Published: Jul 19, 2023 By: Amanda Mills

Corinna Kopf OnlyFans: An Analysis of Personal Branding and Leaks

Get ready to learn how to make a bad situation better and make your personal ...

Published: Jul 18, 2023 By: Amanda Mills

Unlocked Phones Compatible with Qlink: Discover the Ultimate List

Are you considering switching to Qlink wireless and enjoying its amazing serv...

Published: Jul 17, 2023 By: Amanda Mills

0 notes

murderousginger · 1 year

Text

I posted 1,562 times in 2022

112 posts created (7%)

1,450 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@coppercorn-and-cauldron

@murderousginger

@seananmcguire

@springsteens

@amysteryspot

I tagged 1,383 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#queue it up ginger - 1,093 posts

#peaky blinders season 6 - 88 posts

#peaky blinders spoilers - 71 posts

#peaky blinders - 69 posts

#askmurderousginger - 50 posts

#ginger (w)rec(k)s - 28 posts

#life of a murderousginger - 25 posts

#john shelby - 22 posts

#storytime with murderousginger - 20 posts

#tommy shelby - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#and seeing friends read stories like yes you found time im so honored and now i'm smiling wondering if they'll tell me what they thing

My Top Posts in 2022:

Lovely things

Tommy Shelby childhood

OC Marjorie

Warnings: Implied child abuse, both physical and sexual. Violence. They're criminals guys, they do bad things.

Word count: 2225

1903

It's not that the Shelby children were any worse than the others their age. No, they were all the same level of rambunctious and just as likely to question authority as any. The issue, most adults found, was that they stuck together. If one Shelby was in trouble, they all were, regardless of the circumstance. They all seemingly formed a pact before birth that if one would raise hell, they all would. And usually the perpetrator of said hell was none other than Tommy Shelby.

At 13, it was obvious that Tommy was the ringleader.

His older brother Arthur, freshly 16, was too meek for leadership. He often chose to draw under shade trees rather than think up some scheme for the gaggle of children. He had his father's temper when set off, but the only real way to light that fuse was to hurt his siblings. The moment a threat was uttered for mischievous Ada or his rascal brother John, Arthur transformed from a quiet, gangly boy to a fighter in the ring out for glory and gore.

John, age 8, was a good student when teachers could get him to focus. Mrs. Changretta was his favorite, offering him hard candies when he would tell her about the newest adventure book he read. John was a whizz with numbers, too. His father liked to take him to the cock fights to gather money for bets, teaching him how to put odds in their favor with close-but-not-quite-correct math.

Ada, age 6, was already vocal about what she thought was right and wrong. If any injustice in her eyes was done, she was the first to call it out regardless if it was by another child or an adult. She had no qualms putting anyone in their place. She was tiny and fearless after growing up with three older troublesome brothers.

At 13, Tommy already seen enough of the adults around him to not think much of most of them. They were equals at best, not worth the clothes on their backs most of the time. He adored his mother and Aunt Polly, both strong women that were loving but firm.

Aunt Polly had just birthed Michael, her second child, at the age of 19. Tommy regularly had problems trying to decipher if Polly was like an older sister or a second mother to him; the feelings changed as often as her temperament did for her niece and nephews. He couldn't blame her, he knew both his mother and Polly had their hands full thanks to their alcoholic, useless husbands.

As much as his relationships with his mother and Aunt shaped his opinions of women, his father and uncle shaped his thoughts on men. Both were abusive alcoholics that were either missing or terrorizing their families, effectively leaving the women to raise their children alone, only to return to take their wives' paychecks and leave again for whores and alcohol.

No, Tommy Shelby had no use for his father.

But he hated to see his mother cry.

So every once in a while, after finding his mother crying for his father one too many nights, you could find Tommy begrudgingly on the streets of Small Heath looking through every alley and dark place to drag his father back home in hopes to soothe his mother's broken heart.

His father would sober for a few days and things would calm for a moment, the eye of a storm before Arthur Sr. would get The Itch and blow up on his family, stealing his wife's money and disappearing into the seedy parts of Small Heath for another bender.

Tommy knew the pattern. He often slinked through their home, sulking and walking on eggshells until his father inevitably followed through and disappeared again in a fit of rage. If they were lucky, he left without anyone being bruised or beaten. More often than not, Arthur Jr. would stand between his father and the others, a passive punching bag until their father's rage dissipated and he stormed out. Their mother, often hoarse from screaming, would gather her eldest boy and sob as she soothed his wounds. But she would still grieve for the man their father could be while he was away.

Tommy was in the alleys of Small Heath again, looking at every drunk laying in a puddle of their own filth and in every pub that would allow such a man to post in a corner for days at a time. Those pubs were becoming fewer as time went on and Arthur Sr.'s debts racked up. The dark corners he could be found in were more dangerous every night.

Arthur had caught on to what his younger brother was doing over the years. He started to have a habit of checking for his brother before going to bed himself. Tommy had less time to find their useless father before Arthur would drag him back home empty handed.

Much to Tommy's annoyance, his brother was becoming increasingly skilled at finding him with every trip.

Tommy snuck out of their home, quietly slipping out the door during a loud scuffle between John and Ada over if they should have the same bed time.

"I'm older, I should stay up later!" John bellowed.

"Well I'm smarter so age doesn't count!" Ada yelled back.

Once on the streets, Tommy did his best to walk softly and quickly, going straight to the docks and canal streets to start his search near the seedy stretch that was often used for prostitution.

He stayed in the dark off the dim lit paths as he squinted at the faces of the men jeering at the women near the water, their faces frozen in fake warmth as they cooed their prices at the men. He did his best to stay out of sight on the opposite side of the canal.

"What are you doing here, sweetie?" One called to Tommy. "Your father bring you here to make you a man?"

Tommy hastened his steps and moved further down the canal until he saw someone sitting along the bank alone and crying.

She sat under the only street light that worked in the area, her feet dangling in the dirty water as she hid her face in her hands. Her tall willowy frame was definitely a child's, no older than Tommy was himself. He stopped abruptly, his last step causing a thud that caused the girl to look up at him from across the water.

See the full post

83 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

They lie together

Tommy Shelby x Lizzie Stark

Word count: 1,505

Warnings: They're criminals, guys, they do bad things.

Tommy liked walking home from The Garrison sometimes. The cool air of a quiet evening helped clear his head. It also delayed the inevitable digging sounds from the walls and the disembodied breathing of the love of his life as he fought his memories to sleep.

Living in Arrow House made walking home near impossible, so instead he would park at the office and walk the blocks to the pub. Tommy liked walking along Small Heath, among the people he grew up with and now employed. It grounded him, a reminder of where he could be if his ambition did not urge him forward.

It also kept him fresh in the minds of the people he wanted to know him. They would not forget him or see him as unapproachable when he decided to stretch his legs into the political ring. They would see him as one of them; a man who changed his stars and wanted to help the people he grew up with. A man who still cared for the working class. That sort of image won races.

A night at the Garrison gave Tommy a chance to see how his brothers were and bettered morale for all the Blinders. The young ones saw their generals in the fields; his brothers felt like they were still heard. Still equal.

Everything was a means to an end. A scheme. Tommy never did anything that didn't have multiple purposes anymore. Every step was part of a plan since Grace had passed. His heart froze when hers had a bullet rip through it that was meant for him. He only allowed his heart to thaw around Charlie, the last piece of Grace he had to cling to. He loved his son more than himself.

The only other comfort he gave himself was his moments with Lizzie. He couldn't find any other reason for his meetings with her other than pleasure. In a way it drove him mad. Guilt seeped into the edges of his mind that he would find pleasure in anything. Even so, he would still find himself at her door late nights looking for comfort. She was familiar. She was safe.

The walk to the office from the Garrison was warm, with spring threatening to break the winter chill indefinitely. Tommy let his mind wander as his steps echoed into the night and he looked at the world around him. He stopped at his vehicle to light a cigarette, only to notice a faint light illuminating a window of the business.

The cherry of his cigarette burned bright as his brows dropped, gears turning in his mind as to who might be working this late. Polly had gone home hours ago. His brothers were still at the pub. No one had any reason to be burning midnight oil.

Tommy took a long drag before tossing the half used cigarette to his feet to stamp it out. He took to the steps of the building lightly, movements quick and quiet as he made his way into the building and up the stairs. Tommy knew every creaky board and squeaky hinge; he moved in the shadows around and past anything that could give him away. As he made it closer to his office, he heard the clack of a typewriter, unsteady in rhythm as if it's author kept pausing to find the words.

He stood in the dark doorway, watching Lizzie typing at her desk close to a small candle. She must have brought it with her so she did not turn the light on. The soft warm light put shadows along her knitted brow as she cursed under her breath and flexed her hands away from the keys. Her teeth worried her lip as she let out a soft sigh and flew back to the keys to write again.

"Lizzie," Tommy said softly, voice smooth and even as his jaw set. "Why are you here at this hour? I don't remember giving you any important business to do."

Lizzie jumped before going very still, like a deer caught in a light.

"Tommy, why aren't you home?" She said nervously. "No one comes in this late on a Saturday."

"So you've done this before, then?" Tommy said as he lit a new cigarette and exhaled slowly as he eyed her from the doorway.

He stepped forward. Lizzie fell into shadow with every thudding step.

"What? No, I just meant–"

"What you mean is that you never meant to be caught," Tommy said coldly as he towered over her. "So what is it, Lizzie? What are you typing up on Shelby Limited paper? What secrets are you selling to my rivals?"

"Tommy, no, I–"

Tommy grabbed her jaw and squeezed until she stopped. The cigarette quivered in the side of his mouth as he spoke.

"I've got to say, Lizzie, whoever turned you into the black cat was smart," he said as he took his cigarette out of his mouth. "You've been loyal for so long, I wouldn't think it would be you."

Lizzie's eyes widened as he played with the cigarette between his fingers as he blew smoke directly into her widened eyes.

"Tommy I wouldn't–"

"Who is it, Lizzie?" He rumbled, his voice getting gruffer as he grew impatient. "I can just as easily burn you as you've burnt me."

Lizzie grabbed his wrist as she tried to pull away.

"Thomas Shelby if you burn me without reading the paper so help me God I will shoot you myself," Lizzie smacked the cigarette out of his hand.

He let her go and grabbed the paper, squinting in the low light to read.

See the full post

87 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

All of this is Temporary

Angel on Fire chapter 8

Word count: 2850

Warnings: Oral sex. Mentions of sex. They're criminals guys, they do bad things.

Note: I THINK I caught everything, but if I didn't... part of this was written with only three hours of sleep. Go easy on me. 😅

You woke up all at once as the sun hit your face. Your head pounded as your palms rubbed your eyes, your bare legs curled to your chest. The curtain was just skewed enough to let the light pour onto your face and drown you in the light. You groaned, moving to get out of bed only to realize your waist was so warm because a hand was holding it.

You froze, frowning as you looked down and realized that you were no longer in your dress, but in a white button-down shirt and John Shelby's fingers were stretched between the buttons touching your bare stomach.

John flexed his hand, pulling your back closer to his bare chest as he murmured in your ear.

"Slow down, love," he rasped. "M'head is going off like a grenade field. Fuck. Whiskey without food was probably a bad idea."

He buried his face into the back of your neck as your head raced to find a memory after the bar but only came up blank.

"John," you said hesitantly. "Where's my dress?"

"On the floor where you left it," he murmured. You could tell he hadn't even opened his eyes yet. He was willing you back to sleep. "It wasn't comfortable for sleep so I gave you my shirt you're wearing."

"I see," you licked your dry lips as your eyes darted around the hotel room. "I need, uh, water."

You jolted from his arm and scurried across the room to the wash room, eyes squinted as the pounding in your head intensified. You turned the faucet on and splashed your face with cold water before catching some in your hand to drink. You held onto the sink for a moment, letting the water drip from your face as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes were hollowed from lack of sleep, skin and lips parched. You tried again to remember what happened after the bar, after the smirk and kisses and stumbling over yourselves. After your suggestive words to the Shelby known to bed women often and well. Nothing.

You looked behind you, noticing John had appeared in the door frame, a lazy smile spread across his face as you couldn't help but look down at his shirtless chest and then back to his half lidded eyes. He crossed his arms and leaned against the frame, watching you in the silence for a moment.

"We didn't, if you were unsure," he said, voice still raspy from the morning. "Though not from your lack of suggestion."

"My dress?"

"Took it off in front of me, devil woman," John said with a smirk. "Took all I had in me to fight you off me trousers."

"Why did you?" The fear of bedding him turned into fear of his rejection. It burned through your veins and cheeks.

"I promised you'd scream my name," he said as he pushed off the door. "No use if you can't remember you did it."

John walked to the sink, grabbing a cup and filling it with the running water. He threw his head back and greedily gulped it down, lines of cool water overflowing the cup and running down his neck. You watched the water intently, droplets now running down his chest.

He lowered the empty glass and licked the water from his top lip. You suddenly noticed how close he was as you fought to focus back on his bright blue eyes. The skin crinkled around them as he looked down at you.

A thought bloomed in your head, pushing through the pounding pain and blossoming into a devilish smile.

You slowly took the cup from his hand and bit your lip as you refilled it and brought it to your lips. You mimicked his chug of water, allowing it to overflow and run down your face. Right onto his white shirt.

He exhaled long and slow, his eyes trailing the water as it seeped through the shirt and cooled your skin.

"Fucking hell, woman," he exhaled as his hand grabbed the back of his head. "Is it your personal goal to make me cross the line?"

"I told you last night that I don't want a good man," you said as your fingers trailed your lips, your neck, the collar of the shirt. His eyes bulged as you popped the top button and then the second.

"I want John Shelby."

John moved to take a step but stopped. He dragged his eyes from your chest to your face, finding a smile and a small nod.

See the full post

89 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

When Will He Learn? Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: smut. Sex. Oral. Blood. Brutality. Filth. Murder. They're criminals, guys, they do bad things. And boy, did Alfie do bad things.

Word count: 4095

"You made the gossip rag, treacle," Alfie hummed amusedly as he sat at the breakfast table, thumbing through the newspaper. "Page 6."

You froze holding your morning coffee, in nothing but his button up shirt, standing across the table. Your bare feet rooted to the wood beneath you as you tried to breathe. Your father always warned you not to make the gossip column or else you'd ruin the family name.

"What does it say?" You said as you licked your dry lips.

Alfie looked at you over the paper and lowered it just enough for you to see his wolfish smile. He let go of one side and revealed his knee, patting it slowly.

"Come sit and we'll read it together, pet."

You floated around the table and sat on his knee without a thought, leaning back into his shoulder as his arm wrapped around you to grab the end of the newspaper and lift it back up to read.

You relaxed, content to be encircled by him. You had been hiding out in his home all weekend after leaving the benefit and it felt more like home than your father's home ever did. There was no tiptoeing or niceties; there was only acceptance of what you were and what you wanted to be. Alfie had been your best friend for years and already knew your quirks long before he fell into your bed. The intimacy was always there, the sex only heightened it.

"That asshole fiance is calling for you, pet," Alfie said as he picked up his cane and straightened his clothes.

He extended his hand.

"You told me to fix it," he said. "That might take some time. Do you want to come with me or play house while I bury that piss poor bloke?"

You grabbed his hand without hesitation.

"Take me home, Alfie."

You sipped your coffee as you let the memory dissipate. He cleared his throat and squinted at the article.

"Says here that your father and fiance have been looking for you since the big night of the benefit when you slipped away by cover of darkness."

Alfie nuzzled into your hair for a moment, giving you goosebumps as his hot breath grazed your neck.

"They're calling you wild, love," he purred. "If they only knew what you've been doing with me the last few nights."

"Are you calling me wild, Mr. Solomons?" You exhaled, your heart frozen in fear of his answer.

"No," he whispered. "I'm calling you free. There's a vast difference, love. One the likes of them wouldn't understand."

The emotion in your chest swelled as you did your best to hide a smile against the rim of your cup. You felt Alfie lean back in the chair as he cleared his throat.

"Blah, blah, blah, scandal as the future husband searches high and low," he resumed reading. "Piss poor job searching, in my opinion. You're right here in my lap. Blah, blah, blah. Father refuses to comment. Interesting. I got a message from daddy dearest just this morning asking to meet with me at his place of business."

"What are you going to do?" You asked, startled.

You whipped your head around to look at him. Alfie kissed your shoulder before looking up at you with wide, innocent eyes.

"Why wouldn't I visit with dear old dad about his missing daughter?" He asked. "As your oldest friend, I am just as worried as he is. What could that terrible future husband of yours have done to make such a good girl disappear so?"

"So that's your plan, is it?" You gasped, delighted and horrified.

"I can't bloody imagine what you mean, pet," Alfie scoffed, bouncing his leg to bump you onto your feet. "Now go play with Cyril or laze about while I go meet with daddy."

You looked at him for a moment.

See the full post

95 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

When Will He Learn?

Alfie Solomons x reader

Word count: 2933

Warnings: Smut. They're criminals guys, they do bad things.

Note: ... this was a smash and dash, so I probably missed some edits. I'm sorry!

"Alfie," you smiled your first real smile of the evening. "Father didn't tell me you were on the list."

You leaned in to hug your oldest friend, confidant, and – most recently– ex-lover.

"I'm not, pet," he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. "I'm just here to tell you how beautiful you fucking are and to whisk you away from that poor sod you're engaged to."

"What say you," Alfie said as he wiggled his eyebrows. "I'll find us a cozy place away from this fucking wank event."

"Alfie," you laugh as you playfully smack his shoulder. "You know I'm to work the event for more donations."

The fundraiser was going to be much like the other ones; rich people finding excuses to wear expensive clothes and compliment each other. They were so exciting when you were younger, but you grew bored of them as you got older and realized they were just another place for society to play its games.

Your father was a prominent man in London and although it afforded you some small freedoms, it mostly caged you. The expectations of society were bars to your cell, and although your father loved you, he did not know you.

You had nervously smoothed your red dress multiple times, making the rounds of the fundraiser without your fiance all evening. Although he was there, your father thought it best you start apart and then meet together to converse with the larger donors. Always a plan.

"Who would notice, eh," he said as he took your hand and spun you before pulling you to his chest again and murmuring. "Who would truly notice if you skipped out back with me through the servant doors and we go skip down the merry fucking cobble, eh?"

"My father, for one," you replied weakly, looking from Alfie's blazing eyes down to his lips. "And my fiance."

"Don't stare at a man's lips unless you want them to work, love," he teased. "I'll cover you from head to toe until you scream. Again."

"I told you," you said as you shifted uncomfortably and broke away from his arms. "We can't. I'm to be married soon. I can't skip around town with you like a common whore when I'm to marry and be a respectable wife."

"Who told you that?" Alfie said as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away to a corner of the room, hiding you both behind a pillar.

"The words sound recited, pet. Better try again. I'll bet anything," Alfie ran his hand along your jaw. "That you want nothing of becoming a respectable wife."

"Do you remember Margate? The waves hitting us–"

You leaned into his warm calloused hand, enjoying his touch.

"The sea air cool against the skin," he said as he leaned closer, lips nearly touching yours. "And those little sounds you made–"

"Alfie, enough," you snapped back to reality, realizing where you were.

You moved to walk away but Alfie's hand shot to your throat, pinning you to the pillar.

"He doesn't know, does he, pet?" He murmured, wetting his lips as he squeezed your throat a little tighter. "He has no bloody clue how fucking filthy you are. How you can be. Poor bloke, innit."

"Alfie, this is hardly the time–"

"What, love, afraid your new little friends will get the wrong impression?" Alfie chuckled darkly as he ran his thumb along your lips. "I'm full of wrong impressions, but I've never been wrong about you."

"I told you it's over," you said weakly. "We're in the middle of a fundraiser–"

"Not quite," Alfie mused as he let go of you before looking side to side and leaning in. "We're hiding in a dark little corner, aren't we pet? Because as much as he expexts you to shine for him, you're still in the dark with me."

"You led me here," you said indignantly as you went around him to join the party.

See the full post

586 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

0 notes

jasonblaze72 · 1 year

Link

0 notes

underspeedsite · 2 years

Text

An error occurred during the installation of assembly microsoft vc80 crt publickeytoken

Cersei rejects Robb's terms, and Tyrion exiles Slynt, head of the Gold Cloaks, to the Knight's Watch, and promotes Bronn to Commander of the Watch. Balon plots to win back his crown by force. Returning to Pyke Island after nine years as the Starks' ward, Theon is reunited with his sister, Yara, and his father, Balon, who despises Theon's acquired Northern ways. In Essos, as her people slowly die in the Red Waste, Daenerys dispatches three riders to conduct reconnaissance. Beyond the Wall, the Night's Watch shelters with Craster and his daughters/wives. He sends Theon to gain Balon Greyjoy's support, and Catelyn to seek an alliance with Renly Baratheon, who also claims the crown. Having won three victories, Robb Stark, who is now proclaimed as the King of the North, offers the Lannisters peace in exchange for the North's independence and Sansa's and Arya's safe return.

One, Gendry, along with the disguised Arya, have escaped the city and are being taken to Castle Black. Joffrey orders King Robert's bastard sons slaughtered. At Dragonstone, Stannis proclaims allegiance to the priestess Melisandre's God of Light and claims the Iron Throne, having revealed Joffrey's bastardy. In King's Landing, Tyrion becomes acting Hand of the King, much to Cersei's dismay. See also: List of Game of Thrones episodes No. viewership rose by approximately 8% over the course of the season, from 3.9 million to 4.2 million by the season finale. It received a nomination for Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Drama Series ( Peter Dinklage) and Outstanding Drama Series. The second season won six of the twelve Emmy Awards for which it was nominated. Viewership rose compared with the previous season. The season introduced a number of new cast members, including Stephen Dillane, Natalie Dormer, Carice van Houten and Liam Cunningham.Ĭritics praised the show's production values and cast. Game of Thrones features a large ensemble cast, including Peter Dinklage, Lena Headey, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Michelle Fairley and Emilia Clarke. The season ends beyond the northern Wall, with the first glimpse of the army of the dead. Meanwhile, in Essos, with three newborn dragons by her side, Daenerys Targaryen works with religious certitude to find allies and resources to help her to fulfill her perceived destiny to win the Iron Throne. King Robert's widow, Cersei, stays in the capital as queen regent her twin brother Jaime is Robb Stark's prisoner, and her other brother, the dwarf Tyrion, acts as King Joffrey's Hand, until the siblings' father, Tywin Lannister, returns to help defend the capital.

Season two mainly centers around the War of the Five Kings, fought among the leaders of Westerosi factions who are either staking a claim to the Iron Throne, or seeking independence from it. Like the novel, the season follows up the dramatic death of Lord Eddard "Ned" Stark, with all of the Starks being separated across Westeros. The story takes place in a fictional world, primarily on a continent called Westeros, with one storyline occurring on another continent to the east, Essos. HBO ordered the second season on April 19, 2011, which began filming in July 2011, primarily in Ireland, Northern Ireland, Croatia and Iceland. Martin, adapted for television by David Benioff and D. The season mostly covers the events of A Clash of Kings, the second novel of the A Song of Ice and Fire series by George R. It was broadcast on Sunday at 9:00 pm in the United States, consisting of 10 episodes, each running approximately 50–60 minutes. Although petrifying, this introduction helped underline the show’s horrific edge, distinguishing it from the likes of Lord of the Rings and other more polished fantasy stories.The second season of the fantasy drama television series Game of Thrones premiered in the United States on HBO on April 1, 2012, and concluded on June 3, 2012. Members of the Night’s Watch venture beyond the Wall and encounter the zombie-like creatures that will become the pawn of the show’s overarching threat, the White Walkers.īefore being executed and killed by the horrific creatures with glowing blue eyes, the rangers are confronted by a terrifying dead Wildling girl. First Glimpse of the WightsĪn easy first pick is the first few minutes of the pilot episode. So, buckle up and dive into a recap of the best Game of Thrones scenes from all seasons… 1. To celebrate the fantasy television show that has gripped the hearts of fans worldwide, we’ve concocted a list of the best moments the series has ever had to offer.

Martin, has been one of, if not the most widely acclaimed TV shows in the world since its premiere in 2011.ģ0 Most Powerful ‘Game of Thrones’ Quotes Ever The epic saga that is Game of Thrones, adaptation of the best-selling book series, A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.

#An error occurred during the installation of assembly microsoft vc80 crt publickeytoken

0 notes