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wait guys. reblog this and tell me what the last movie you watched was. bonus points if you add a short review <333
911 I have an emergency and it is the bridgerton part 2 trailer
mmm. viscountess. you seem to have outdone yourself today.
arrow ladies + dual weapons
when lana del rey said “hold me, love me, touch me, honey, be the first who ever did” and jane austen said “if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more” and mitski said “I love everybody because I love you” and dorothy parker said “I know I have been happiest at your side; but what is done, is done, and all’s to be” and sarah ruhl said “‘how will you remember?’ ‘that I love you?’ ‘yes.’ ‘that’s easy. I can’t help it.’” and when william goldman said “there’s no room in my body for anything but you” and joanna newsom said “I love you truly, or I love no-one” and when margaret atwood said “I exist in two places, here and where you are”
stigmata: escaping texts by hélène cixous trans. catherine a.f. macgillivray / daredevil / ghosts - florence + the machine / the defenders / margaret attwood / daredevil / doom days - bastille / daredevil / anna akhmatova / the defenders
“one of the most harmful things you can ever do is constantly and consistently run back into cycles that you have already identified. sometimes what’s comfortable may feel the easiest, but what’s easiest isn’t always what’s best for you. shift yourself from what keeps you stuck.”
— iambrillyant
100 days of Barry and Iris ♡ day twenty three
I need to know he’s okay.
THE OLD GUARD (2020) dir. Gina Prince-Bythewood.
lmao so I kinda am doing a rewatch of daredevil and once again I feel depressed af that an actor is a better lawyer than I ever could have been
serotonin? in this economy?
Ships: Dinah/Diggle
Summary: after the first phase, after passionate nights and intimate days, only then could I bind the struts and climb the rungs of his broken ribs.
A/N: So, um, this wasn’t meant to happen, because of a multitude of reasons, but here it is. Oh dear. There may be more of this. We’ll see. Thanks to @therewas-a-girl for the encouragement and @valeriemperez for inadvertently giving me the idea in the form of a gifset of a scene they had together in 4x01. The title is taken by The Manhunt by Simon Armiitage.
Boom.
He sits up with a start, drenched in sweat, breathing so rapidly that the woman draped over him - exactly as naked as he is - senses it immediately.
She whispers that it’s okay; he’s not on that island anymore, they’re safe, don’t worry, but nothing soothes him until his hand goes to the back of her neck and he kisses her hungrily. Then and only then does his racing heart slow, beneath her warm palm, fingers tapping lightly against his bare chest.
They’re at her place; of course they are, it’s not like they could ever defile the home he’s made with his wife and son. Still, he’s here. They’re here. Together. And she is the only thing - has been the only thing, for months - keeping him in one piece.
She says as much, says he never stays the night, asks what’s changed. He doesn’t answer - not with words, anyway. He keeps kissing her, and she kisses him back, seeming to understand he doesn’t want to talk about it. He hardly ever does.
But then, once she’s breathing just as hard as him, he pulls away, resting his forehead on hers, while his hand trails below her navel and touches her where she’s hot and slick and ready. She groans softly, musically, beautiful golden hair framing her beautiful face and making her look ethereal.
“I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Not even with -”
“Don’t say her name,” he interrupts, and it comes out as a plea. He’s begging her, because if she mentions her then he knows the spell will be broken and he wants this to last forever - this temporary reprieve from the hell that has gone on in his head every day since that explosion.
She reaches down, wraps her hand around him, and it’s his turn to groan, her name sweet on his lips. “You can’t pretend this is healthy. Or right.”
“I don’t want to do this to her either,” he says softly.
“There’s that. But that’s not what I meant. Morality aside - fucking away your problems isn’t helping us.”
The curse runs easily off her tongue, but it still stings him to hear it, even as she pulls him closer to her, so he’s positioned right against her opening.
“That’s not what I’m doing.”
“Hey, I never said I wanted to stop.” She looks into his eyes, waiting expectantly, stripped bare and completely trusting of him, and his eyes bleed into hers as he slides into her and she lets out a sigh of satisfaction.
And then, suddenly, with much more strength than he anticipates, she puts her hand on his chest and pushes and maneouvres herself on top of him. She rides out her release slowly, slamming her hips against his, and she pushes her hair out of the way as she leans down to kiss him, slowly, her hand blindly finding his so she can put it on her breast and he can run his thumb gently over her pebbled nipple.
She comes first, and he lets her - as he’s always done, and she’s always said that he’s forever the gentleman for it and he’s always laughed at that. She’s never been that loud, something he teases her about, but he’s quiet too, so it works out.
When he comes he buries his face in her neck and mouths forbidden words into her forbidden skin that he would never dare say out loud and he wonders, not for the first time, how long they can keep this up.
there’s no need to worry when you see just where we’re at just please don’t say you love me (‘cause I might not say it back)
On a scale from Fox marketing department to 10 How good are you at your job?
I really need the writers to show us the flashback to when westallen went to junior prom together and parallel it to their wedding.
