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davisbette · 6 months
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Davis's control in The Letter is only in part a matter of repression. She plays Leslie Crosbie as a bored, stifled housewife forced to expend her libido in the creation of a crocheted white coverlet. Still, her Leslie is also a sociopath, a calculating killer and remorseless liar, ceaselessly putting on acts for those around her because authentic emotions — other than murderous rage, that is — are not part of her psychological makeup. Even as Leslie fires the gun repeatedly at Hammond's dead body in the opening moments of the film, her face is stonelike, her feelings impossible to penetrate, and it's this ambiguity that makes it possible for audiences to question Leslie's motives from the beginning, even while we give her some benefit of the doubt. (Ed Sikov, Dark Victory: The Life of Bette Davis)
BETTE DAVIS as LESLIE CROSBY in THE LETTER (1940)
— dir. William Wyler
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emprcaesar · 8 months
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is this blasphemy?
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scp230kinnie · 3 months
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Hi im so glad I found someone still writes for hunter😭Could you do a hunter x goth reader or if you don’t feel like writing that I will take any hunter content literally😭❤️‍🩹
JSJSHSJS YES OKAY IM GONNA DO HEADCANONS JUST CUZ I DONT FEEL LIKE WRITING A LONG THING
Hunter Sylvester x Goth reader Headcanons
No warnings aside from being cringe and not proofread🙏 mostly gn!
⚠️ I AM NOT A GOTH PERSON so please feel free to let me know if I get anything wrong😭
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Have fun reading
At first he really doesn’t like goth music 😭
He says it’s not metal enough for him or something
He learns to accept your music taste, knowing he’s not gonna change anything
He does try to get you to expand your music taste a bit
(By giving you metal recommendations)
IMAGINE GOING OUT IN FULL TRAD GOTH WHILE HE DOES CORPSE PAINT AWW
Lowkey he would to do corpse paint on you, and he would maybe be willing to let you do trad goth on him in return
He’s not a fan of the style himself, but he thinks you look absolutely freaking majestic
You always catch him staring at you or watching you do makeup
He shows you off to all his (3) friends for sure
“This is my amazing gf/bf 💪”
He will learn about the subcultures and stuff just for you
On the days you don’t do full read goth and just do like regular eyeliner or something, he’ll be all goofy like “who the fuck is this chick😦”
Shit bro he will buy you whatever clothes and accessories you want (with his dads card duh)
He will also (try to) help you do your hair
He doesn’t have any “goth” clothes, seeing as he’s a metalhead, but same goes for my last set of Hunter hcs, he will give you his hoodies and maybe his band shirts if you wanted
Painting each others nails🫶
He’s not good at it but damn right he’s gonna try
I just KNOW if you painted his nails he’d fuck it up instantly. Like it’ll still be drying and he’ll already smudge it in like 5 minutes
If you dye your hair, (light haired alternative people know😔) he will probably try to help
He has really low patience with it tho
If you have really thick or long hair he will straight up just give up
Idk how many times I’ve said it but he WILL try to learn your favourite songs on guitar
Back at it with the “serenading” thing but it’s just him flexing his skills
When ur not around he will try on your jewelry just to see how it looks
Will steal your rings if they fit him
Same thing with earrings
I’m like 90% sure he canonically has his ears pierced so if you have nice earrings he will take them and wear them with pride
I am not goth, once again. But I am some kind of alternative, and I know that a lot of these people have like spikes that they put on clothes and stuff
So he would definitely want you to do that with some of his stuff
That’s all I can think of for now 😇 keep them coming guys
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jhllmdkn · 2 months
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emichevy · 8 months
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When I finally have the courage to post my webnoir art it’s all over for y’all
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bugtheories · 7 months
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European mole (Talpa europaea), 4 centimetres long making it one of the smallest skulls I own. Sex and age undefined.
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bitchthefuck1 · 2 years
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Inej: ✨karma is my boyfriend✨
Kaz: *beating Heleen and Van Eck to death in the background*
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wlwloverwrites · 2 years
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Can you maybe do one w a lactation kink for wanda or natasha? Maybe something like them fingerin r while r sucks on them mommy milkers? 🍒🍒
Pairing: DarkMilf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: stockholm syndrome, dark sex, lactation kink, milf kink (you’re welcome), smut (18+) barely there spoilers for DSMoM
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Ever since Westview, Wanda hadn’t been the same. You watched her fight with Agatha from afar, but you never heard a thing. You knew nothing about her being the Scarlet Witch or about the secret eye she had on you. You only remember seeing the sky turn red and waking up in a homey cabin. It’s like your mind was trap, it’s you. You look like you, smell like you, but your thoughts aren’t your own. Your actions aren’t yours.
“Come on, Honey. Open up for mommy.”
Your body doesn’t even flinch. Your mouth drops open as your eyes make contact with the one witch controlling your every being. It’s like suddenly you’re aware that you have no control.
Wanda moans rather loudly when your lips wrap around her nipple. Her black-stained fingertips wipe her loose strands of hair from her face as she tilts her head back. Her thighs beneath your head flex, shoving your mouth even closer to her breast.
Her blouse, not even stripped away her body. The neckline is strained and has wet spots where which breast was. Her moans reach your ears as her milk fills your mouth. The milk is warm that has a hint of sweetest. It’s not bad tasting, but the thought of it makes it hard to swallow.
Wanda sighs in pleasure when your lips latch on to her breast. Your hands massage her skin, helping with the process. The relief that trickles down her spine is enough to light a spark between her legs.
Milk spills from the corners of your mouth. It doesn’t seem to be a problem until Wanda notices. She doesn’t like the way you reject her. You are hers. She thinks for you. She acts for you. She loves for you.
“Don’t do that,” Wanda pours softly with red glowing eyes. “Don’t make mommy mad.”
Your eyes widened when you feel you can’t breath. Wanda’s fingers pinch your nose closed as her power control your mouth. Your mouth gets fuller with each second and is physically unable to remove itself from her.
You’re like a doll, a muppet even with Wanda pulling your strings.
“Drink it.”
With no air you’re forced to drink what’s in your mouth before pulling away to gasp in air. Your lungs burn as your tastebuds crave for more.
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It becomes a routine.
You wake up with your mouth on her breasts as she tilts her head back. Her eyes the glow the same red when you let a single drop fall past your lips. Somehow you find yourself more bare than Wanda with your pants pulled down to your knees and breasts freed from your shirts that say ‘Mommy’s Babygirl’.
“Mommy knows you can latch on. Be a good girl,” Wanda encourages. Her words are soft and sometimes comforting. They make you warm and carefree.
The shame you felt before was almost nonexistent. You learned the days you latched on without a command were the days you found yourself moaning against her breast as you soaked her fingers. You also learned the day you drank what she had to offer without a whine left you sore between your legs in the most delicious ways.
super short but happy mother’s day to mommy wanda !
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rollingsim · 1 year
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this looks like the start of a really bad buddy-cop movie 
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falling-star-cygnus · 1 month
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saw a comparison between Bennett and Aventurine and how they were both burdened by their luck and felt compelled to write them meeting -> note: im not really that far or that in to Star Rail. So if Aventurine's characterization is off, i do sincerely apologize
takes place after meeting Sparkle :D {and if it's obvious im bullshitting in some places, no it's not <3} pry Lichtenburg Bennett out of my bony dead hands
{An ornate chip sparkles in the dazzling lamplights as it's flipped high in the air}
{It lands in the palm of an irate blond, one that smiles as he strolls along the pathways of the deserted night. The chip repeats it's flight.}
"That crazed Fool..."
{Aventurine's nose scrunches despite his efforts to keep an elated face. It's not like anyone's around to see him, but- still. The first step to living a lie is to fool yourself first. The chip is weighing heavy in his palm, so he flicks it up again.}
{And again. And again. And again. Sparkle's words echo in his head.}
"- are you from Sigonia?" "I say you belong to the space under the manhole cover, not in a dream." "...the lapdogs of the IPC."
{Lapdog.}
{The next few moments feel wrapped in honey, sticky sugar thickening his mind to a snail's crawl. His fingers brush a blackened code on his neck, a sigh breezing out a clenched jaw}
{For the first time, the chip lands wrong in his hand. It's pinched between the junction of his pinkie and palm, rocketed to the side as Aventurine's fist clenches}
"Ack-!"
{...}
{Who was that?}
{Aventurine hadn't made that sound.}
{Slowly, like his head was moved by marionette strings, he turns his gaze to the side. The sight of a boy with ashy blond curls greets him.}
{He's clutching his nose in one hand, the chip Aventurine had accidentally shot at him [seriously- what are the odds?] nestled in the other.}
"Ow... where did that come from? I almost wish it was a rock."
{The older man shakes himself out of his daze, quickly but casually making his way over. This boy was young- or at least looked and sounded young- so... a gentler persona should be the ideal approach}
{Fuck if he knew how to approach kids though.}
"Hey there! So sorry about that, it slipped from my hand!"
{Bright emeralds snap to attention. It actually gives Aventurine pause, how bright they are. Pure. He would almost believe them unburdened if it wasn't for the snarled scar speared through his bicep and Lichtenburg figures peeking out around his neck}
"No, no- it's ok! I probably shouldn't have been walking so close anyway.. It's just- I'm kind of lost?"
{Aventurine blinks.}
{He wasn't lying of course, for once the chip quite literally slipped from his hand. Which- almost never happens, he'll admit. An unlucky incident that... was kind of thrilling. To be unlucky- not to hit a scar riddled kid in the face.}
{But still, was this new blondie really going to take him at face value? Not even a suspicious side eye? Talk about naivete...}
{And- lost? How do you get lost in a dream. That takes some serious skill...}
{Unless he was lying. Penacony was full of those after all.}
"Sir...?" "I was wondering why I hadn't seen someone like you around here before!"
{The sudden switch from quiet introspection to enthusiasm startles the kid back a step. Minor setback, that was fine. He could still salvage this encounter.}
{He offers his hand to innocent emeralds}
"Lost, huh? That's unfortunate, kid. What's your name?" "Oh- I'm Bennett!"
{Bennett fumbles for a second, going to shake Aventurine's hand with the one still holding the poker chip before switching to the one over his nose.}
{Poor kid pulls that one away too when he sees the speckles of blood on it. Shit, did he really hit him that hard? He knew the chip was heavy but he didn't think it was that heavy.}
{There was already a bandage pressed over his nose too...}
{Aventurine shakes his bloodied hand when he notices the boy growing increasingly distressed. They were both wearing gloves anyway, so it's not like it was a major issue.}
"Well, nice to meet you, Bennett. Even if it's under... unlucky circumstances."
{The older man was hardly ever unlucky. There was a reason he was called Aventurine, damnit. He never lost a game of chance. And he never made a losing bet. Something else was afoot here, he was sure of it.}
{The once white bandages over Bennett's nose slowly gets swallowed by red as the kid gives a weak little laugh}
"I'm pretty notorious for unlucky circumstances, actually. No matter where I go, my bad luck always seems to cause problems for other people..."
{...}
{Aeons, he looked so sad. Aventurine's chest actually hurts a little just looking at the boy. After all, he wasn't the one with a bloody nose. Fake as it was in this dream world.}
"Nonsense, friend. You've hardly caused me any problems. If anything, I owe you an apology for nailing you in the nose."
{Unintentionally.}
{The older man wraps an arm around the kid's shoulder's to steer him towards one of the many shops in Dreamville. They didn't actually have any vendors in them at this time, but they had to at least have one bandage somewhere. Right?}
{Although with Bennett's luck, maybe not.}
"Let's get you a new bandage, yeah?" "Oh-! I have one right here!"
{And lo and behold, he produces a near identical bandage from one of the pouches hanging from his belt. The only difference was the rounded corners.}
{Aventurine plucks the bandage from between Bennett's fingers to apply before the kid can insist on doing it himself}
"You must get hurt a lot to just have this on you, huh?" "Ah, heh. I guess? But that just comes with the territory of being an adventurer! And- with being unlucky too..."
{An adventurer, huh? That explained the scars, at least a little}
{He slowly peels the ruined bandage off Bennett's nose and flicks it off to the side. To his surprise, it doesn't cleanly make it into a trash can. No, the wadded up thing bounces off the side and, for a second, Aventurine resigns himself to having to walk over and pick it up}
{But it does go in- having bounced straight up instead of back at the blond duo- so he won't actually have to pause in treating his new friend's injury. That feeling of anticipation that fluttered in his throat though... was that how normal people felt? Unsure that something would go there way but hoping it would?}
"Woah... that was so cool!" "...It was, wasn't it?"
{For once, Aventurine felt genuine. Like he earned this bout of boasting. He felt... normal around this kid. ...Huh.}
{The older man smooths the new bandage over Bennett's nose, careful with the pressure he applies. The waxy paper slips between his fingers before he can throw the backside away}
{The boy catches it, innocent emeralds widening when it lands secure in atop the poker chip still in his palm}
"Maybe our lucks are rubbing off on each other, Benny." "Ah-! No, I'm sor-"
{Aventurine ruffles Bennett's hair before he can finish}
"Don't apologize, it's a good thing. I happen to have spectacular luck, I'll have you know. It really takes the fun out of winning." "It does?" "Completely."
{Bennett looks thoughtful at that, glancing down at chip in his glove. Innocent emeralds widen again as he shakes the backside of the bandage into his other glove to hold the disc out to Aventurine}
"I never gave you your chip back!"
{The older man reaches for it, but- he doesn't know if he'll ever see this kid again. Hm...}
{He plucks the waxy film out of his other hand, completely ignoring the chip}
"Please, I have hundreds of those. Keep it."
{Bennett sputters, but Aventurine can't see him as he walks to throw the film away}
"I can't take this-! It looks expensive!"
{It certainly can be exchanged for a lot of credits.}
"Think of it as... a memento of our friendship." "But- I didn't give you anything."
{The older man laughs, startling even himself.}
"Give me something next time we meet then, Bennett."
{It isn't until Aventurine is almost out of sight that he realizes he never gave the kid his name.}
{Well. There was always next time.}
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rosiemarcia · 1 year
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nie było mnie przez chwilke wiec wracam z thinspo!
ogólnie to udało mi się już zrzucić 3 kg ^_^
(prosze o reblogi bo jestem totalnym flopem a chce chociaz kogos motywować tym blogiem)
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bruabbastars · 1 year
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🎀
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scp230kinnie · 2 months
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Hi! Can you do head cannons for hunter from metal, lords,and he dating reader but reader lives in a troubled home? Sorry if this doesn’t make sense English is not my first language
Yesss
Hunter Sylvester x troubled Home! Reader (Headcanons)
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Warnings: troubled home, abuse mentions, not proofread, cringe
⚠️ i do Not come from a troubled home, and I have little past history of abuse. If I get any information wrong or say anything hurtful, please let me know and I will immediately make changes
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He tries to comfort you as best as he can.
He himself is uncomfortable around his father sometimes (canonically), but he doesn’t use it to try to compare your situations,, as he knows he’s in a very fortunate situation
However he does understand feelings of loneliness etc
He tries to be very patient with you. He already has low patience, but he really does try with you
He lets you come over to his place whenever you want. He knows how rough it can be with you.
Even if he has friends over, he’s willing to let you come over whenever you need
He prefers not to when he’s in a bad mood, because he’s scared he’s gonna lash out at you, but he does let you come over either way
He’s not sure if your parents are okay with you guys dating, so offers to keep it a secret if you want
He knows that if you don’t message him for a while, you probably got your phone taken away, so he doesn’t worry too much, he just assumes he’ll see you at school
If you don’t show up at school, he’ll be a bit worried,, but he doesn’t really show it
He’ll find some way to make sure you’re okay
If you ever need to vent, he’ll always listen
If you’re ever shit talking you parents, he will gladly join if you’re comfortable with that
He gets DEEP into it though
He is relentless until you tap his shoulder like… chill out a bit
He doesn’t like telling you to talk to counsellors cause… fuck authority or whatever he believes… unless you really need to.
He will try his best to find solutions and help you with things, even if he’s not really the best at it
If you aren’t allowed to listen to loud music or whatever, he’ll be so pissed like “what the hell do you mean your parents won’t listen to metal. I’d literally die if I was in your situation” or something like that
He will encourage you to make your own decisions, regardless of what your parents think. (Fuck authority, once again)
If your parents are like, super religious, he’ll try his best to be supportive of it. He might even go to church with you
Might
Yeah he’ll complain, but if you ask enough, he will comply
He feels really guilty when you get into fights/arguments
He comforts you as best he can
He is always a place of support and comfort whenever you need it
That’s all thanks guys
More rqs pls
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iliveunderarock · 1 year
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sp art dump
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pandamito · 6 months
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IF EVERYONE IS NOT SPECIAL MAYBE YOU CAN BE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE
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novorehere · 6 months
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I really went and did the first day of voretober and dipped, huh. Embarrassing 💀
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