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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 7 months

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It always seems insane to me that when Titanic (1997) came out, people said Kate Winslet was “too fat” in the film, “Jack couldn’t fit on the debris because of how fat she was”, etc., because I can distinctly remember being a child watching the film several times when my mum bought the DVD, and that whenever I saw the scene where Rose gets out of the car at Southampton and the camera shows her looking up from underneath her hat, I would ALWAYS without fail think “oh my god that is the most beautiful lady in the world”… like nine year old me genuinely thought Kate Winslet was the single most beautiful woman on the planet, you could have told me that she was a goddess and I’d have fully believed you.

I stand by that opinion by the way, anyone who thinks she wasn’t beautiful can fuck off

#this film was HER film quite frankly (and also Gloria Stuart’s to some degree but mostly Kate’s)#like don’t get me wrong Leo in this film is 🥵😮‍💨 but this Kate’s movie hands down #I’m sure leo would 100% agree tho lmao we love supportive besties #titanic #kate winslet #rose dewitt bukater #she’s still beautiful btw I’m not saying she’s not I’m just talking about child!me seeing her in titanic #also I love James Cameron as a director + he seems to have mellowed out with time but I’m still mad about him calling her Kate Weighs-A-Lot

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lavend3r-stardust · 7 months

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Saw her in a suit today and I nearly came in my jeans damnit

I want her fucking me in that outfit, want her strap straining against her pants and to see her hurry to pull it out from her waistband after rushing us both into a locker room between classes. Need her shoving me against the wall and taking her strap deeper into my aching pussy, need her hips snapping with each thrust as she murmurs in my ear about how much of a slut i am for her (because who wouldn't be, she could dom me in that fit anyday damnit)- about how good I am for taking mommy's dick like a good girl.

I can't stop thinking about her growling, groaning as my cunt clenches around her dick, her biting my chest and leaving raw angry marks on my tits so she can admire them after class when she's fucking me into the mattress. Need her holding my leg up with on hand while the other braces herself, and her strap plunges into me, feels how sopping wet I am for her.

Need her to fuck me so bad, i'm shaking rn

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twinkodium · 6 months

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So Oscar has a zit on his upper lip today that looks like a Madonna piercing and i’m probably going crazy because this makes me happy, but literally anything and everything looks so fucking hot and/or cute on him what the fuuuuuccckk

NO CUZ I WAS EYEING THAT ZIT TOO ABOVE HIS UPPER LIP DURING THE INTERVIEW 🤯🤯🤯

Honestly, I’m so down bad for him, no matter what he does I’M DYING ON MY KNEES AND SCREAMING INTO THE VOID ABOUT HIM 😭😭 he literally exacts and I FELL IN LOVE ONCE AGAIN 🫣

It happens every damn weekend, SCRATCH THAT, every dam day 🥴🥴🥴 I THINK I NEED MEDICAL HELP 🫠🫠

Including these pics, cuz I can’t be buried alone! You, anon and me are in this together! IT WAS NICE KNOWING YOU, see ya on the other side! But before that, let’s jump into the twin grave he has prepared for us😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#asks #anon #IM CRAZY ABOUT THIS GUY AND IM NOT AFRAID TO SPEAK MY MIND #HES DAMN GORGOUS IM FAINTING #I NEED A MINUTE TO BREATHE AND CALM DOWN #OR ILL COMBUST #whoever took that last pic deserves big big kisses from all of us #CUZ THE SMILE THAT LIGHTS UP MY WORLD IS THERE #THE HAND?? excuse you mr piastri 🥵🥵#the way he pulls on the collar of his fireproofs 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#Damn you!! showing off your thicc neck and the two moles I love the most 🫠🫠#okay timeout for me…#I’m coming back later 🫣#Oscar #THE BIG BROWN EYES THE ROSY CHEEKS 🥵🥵🥵

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takeyourpillsbitchh · 2 years

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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗,

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗

𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎

𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖,

𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎

𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑—

𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚒𝚛

𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜.

𝚄𝚜.

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐.

#this scene🥵#Cam and Noel were really doing the lords work here #the chemistry the tongue kisses the desperation #literal perfection #one if my favorite scenes hands down #cheys fanart friday #quote and art are mine 💕#ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich #shameless #gallavich fanart #gallavich fanfic #cheys art

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wickerfemme · 1 year

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Turn on/off: being bound and “force” fed?

I'm not all that into being tied up, but I do like 'force' feeding... on balance: turn on

#being pinned or held down with the hands and body though? 🥵🥵#restraint is hot i'm just neutral re: tying mostly

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slytherinslut0 · 5 months

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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.

Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.

Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

Blaise Zabini.

Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.

When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.

After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.

Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.

His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.

You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.

Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.

You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.

Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.

Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.

Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

Lowkey kidding but not really.

No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.