#queen's gambit

[netsurfer1001]

Ahh, Frutiger's Opening. Masterful gambit, sir!

#bliss #chess #frutiger aero #blob #chessboard #chesspieces #beautiful #queen's gambit #anya taylor joy #chessposting #glass #y2k #y2k aesthetic #blobjects #y2k nostalgia #frutiger eco

[temporaerthaervaerk]

I just realised that all the media I adore has some level of autistic/neurodivergent coding and it's been that way since I was a child.

And like, oftentimes their different way of perceiving and being in the world is the driving force of the story/and or a crucial element in it.

There’s the canon example of the entire Camp Halfblood (ADHD), where the ADHD is literally what keeps the characters alive.

There's Dean Winchester (ADHD) whose hyperfixations are typically masculine (as well as geeky) and who never sits still, with the added bonus of Castiel (Autism), who Dean just... accepts, in a way I rarely see.

Then there’s the infamous Will Graham (Autism) whose hyperempathy is litterally the focal point of the entire narrative.

We have Haru from Free! (Autism), whose special interest (swimming) is the motivating factor for several other characters.

Reki and Langa from Sk8 the infinity (Autism), who share a special interest and grow a special bond because of it.

There's Sai from Hikaru No Go (Autism), who trancedented time and space to play Go (special interest) and whose special interest sets the story into motion.

We have any version of Sherlock Holmes (AuDHD), who's brilliance I attribute to a mixture of hyperfixations and special interest in crime solving. His conflicts with society and disregard of social norms are a central theme as well.

There's Anne with an E (Autism), who loves words and stories and speaks before she thinks (where all major problems arise due to her lack of understanding for social norms)

We have Pat and Pran from Bad Buddy (ADHD + Autism), like I dunno, I just really felt that vibe.

There's Beth Harmon from Queen's Gambit (Autism) with her special interest in Chess.

And like, the list goes on: Daryl Dixon, Jon Snow, Kotaro from Kotaro Lives Alone, Will Treaty from the Ranger's apprentice, Hal from the same author, Katniss Everdeen, Si-eun from Weak Hero Class 1, etc.

Don't get me wrong I've consumed plenty of stories without characters coded this way, but all the stories that truly resonated with me? Neurodivergent, all of them.

It's probably because the focus on social norms/hierarchy always seemed foreign to me. Eg. I like Skam but it's like a view into a completely foreign world where people function differently.

#headcanon #autistic headcanon #you don't have to agree #camp half blood #percy jackson #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural #will graham #nbc hannibal #hannibal #free! #free! haru #sk8 reki #sk8 the infinity #sk8 langa #sk8 anime #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock fandom #anne with an e #beth harmon #queen's gambit #bad buddy #actually autistic #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #autistic coded character #adhd #autism coded

[rosebathe]

The Queen's Gambit (2020) dir. Scott Frank

#the queen's gambit #netflix #miniseries #series #limited series #historical drama #chess #beth harmon #anya taylor joy #queen's gambit #movies #tv shows #loved this series so much!

[tinyslapper-4-sba]

#anya taylor joy #queen's gambit #sexy smoker #smoking #sexy smoking #women smoking #smoking female #cigarettes #sexy celebrities

[vagensims]

The White Queen – Coat and Hat from The Queen’s Gambit for Teen-Elder

Another piece of Queen's Gambit clothing. This time it is outerwear, based on the coat and hat that Beth wears in the final scene of the show. I love this outfit and the symbolism behind it, having Beth mimic the White Queen, the most powerful chess piece. It's a timeless set of outerwear that is sure to fit both modern and retro sims.

I tried my best with the bone assignements, and I think they're pretty good, but there will be some clipping in more extreme poses.

DOWNLOAD: MTS | SFS

Info

Coat:

It is for females teen-elders

The coat can be found under Everyday, Outerwear and Career. It is not enabled for random

It has all morphs and is maternity enabled for all ages, teen-elder

It has 4 recolourable channels and comes with 3 different presets and custom thumbnails

Hat:

It is for females teen-elders

The hat can be found under accessories (necklace) in Everyday, Outerwear and Career. It is not enabled for random

It is hat slider compatible

It has 2 recolourable channels and comes with 3 different presets and custom thumbnails

Polycount Coat Teen: LOD1: 5044 LOD2: 2230 LOD3: 1110 Adult: LOD1: 5044 LOD2: 2248 LOD3: 1127 Elder: LOD1: 5045 LOD2: 2249 LOD3: 1120 Hat LOD1: 940 LOD2: 471 LOD3: 235

#sims3cc #s3cc #s3clothes #outerwear #ts3 #queen's gambit #dl: queen's gambit #dl: clothing #download

[smokeys-house]

How I feel with a shirt and no pants vs. How I feel with pants and no shirt

#smokey talks #sephiroth #queen's gambit #for the record ive never played final fantasy 7 nor watched queens gambiy #but both of these stick out in my mind for whatever reason #my first choice for shirtless was actually that guy from the bount arc in bleach #but nobody remembers bleach so sephiroth gets to be here instead

[breathofstorm]

ANYA TAYLOR-JOY for Harper’s Bazaar, December 2022.

#anya taylor joy #anyataylorjoyedit #ataylorjoyedit #dailyactresses #femalestunning #flawlessbeautyqueens #glamoroussource #queen's gambit #last nigh in soho #the menu

[bedlamsbard]

It's Gambit's ten year anniversary (for starting, not finishing)! I gave serious thought to archive-locking it or turning off comments to celebrate that but I am personally morally opposed to both so I will continue to suffer. (for me, you do whatever.)

also I cannot BELIEVE I wrote 350K+ in just over a year for this fic. IN GRAD SCHOOL. (First year of my second MA, though I'd have to check how much was written prior to the beginning of the program and how much was written after.)

#your girl #queen's gambit

[rakiah]

👑 Queen's Gambit 👑

R18 LeoVil comic, around 50 pages.

Following Coronation Day but can be read alone!

Physical book can be purchased HERE

#twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar #leovil #twst comic #Queen's Gambit

[oreosmama]

April Showers (Benny Watts x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: All dolled up and ready to confess, you await a certain chess champion’s visit as a thunderstorm rages outside. But the longer your phone call stretches on, the closer you realize he may be to feeling the same about you.

A/N: long time no see y’all. So as it turns out, life is a disaster. funny how that works. anyways, here’s some benny watts bc he’s hot. hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2075

Outside, the rain poured enough to drown the city life. People fled indoors, hair and clothing drenched, umbrellas shivering with droplets. Few taxis were roaming the streets, save for those catching the poor, wandering souls whose homes were nowhere near the concrete jungle in which they trudged.

You curled your finger tighter around the cord of your telephone. A small grin began to tease at your lips, pestering at the corners and daring to smudge upon your front teeth the pale pink lipstick you wore. 

Had you gone anywhere today? You couldn’t quite remember. And yet, there you were, sitting in your third-floor apartment, draped in your nicest day dress, a little black number that flashed your décolleté, and nothing more. 

You hated the dress—despised it, in fact. The broadcloth fabric tickled at every seam, the skirt, even on a day with a light breeze, always wanted to leave little to the imagination, and you didn’t own a single pair of flats that complemented well, despite its impartial color. 

But he liked it. 

You’d been wearing it when you both first met.

Your eyes gleam as you murmur into the telephone, still watching the road in front of your apartment. Your window has grown fogged, streaks of raindrops smearing here and there, and you lean further against the sill. The bruised clouds show no signs of stopping.

Like it was yesterday, you remembered every second of it; the scent of musk, of leather and aftershave and—was that cinnamon?—flooding your senses after colliding with a solid figure. Two hands had grasped your shoulders in effort to steady you, and—God—how you couldn’t forget the feeling of his fingertips against your bare skin.

Soft. That’s what you admired most about him. Despite his rough exterior and deliberate personality, he was unpredictably, endearingly soft. You curled your head closer to the phone, cupping it against your face as though his words were a caress upon your cheek. A breathless laugh escaped you. “Is that right?”

‘Are you all right?’ That day, he’d dipped his head to meet your gaze after you stumbled from the impact, and shaded eyes scanned yours beneath the wide brim of a cowboy hat. Your breath hitched.

Brown, but not one of those plain browns that was easily forgettable; these were one of those browns that would haunt you for days, the ones you could imagine wandering all over you, making you feel that jittery, hot anxiousness that simultaneously makes you want to tighten your clothes around yourself or strip them off altogether. You had let yourself get lost in them for longer than what was socially acceptable, especially with a stranger. 

But for that time, all you could imagine was diving into them a little longer, getting a little closer to see if they were really that dark, deep umber they seemed to be, or if it was just the shadow of his hat. 

‘I’m fine,’ you’d reassured with a tight smile, though it was the growing flush to your cheeks that made you so tense rather than frustration with the collision. It was warm, too warm, and, even worse, it was embarrassing to become so flustered so easily. 

A corner of his mouth had lifted, and his hands retreated from your shoulders. ‘Sorry about that. I should’ve paid more attention.’

The more you pored over the interaction, and every interaction following that, the more you noticed it at every fleck of his words—the hint of a Southern accent. During the day, it slipped past the ears without notice, but when it came to later hours and earlier mornings, it was thick and heavy off his tongue. Often, his voice would lower an octave. A dangerous gruffness would hang on his every word, and a tightness in his jaw kept his words drawled. 

‘Ah, uh, me too.’ You’d shrugged casually, hoping that in some way it might disguise the terrible tremble of your hands. ‘Just been looking for the mirror.’ You gestured down at the black dress your friend had forced you to try on, silently cursing at the way it wrinkled in all the wrong places and hung loose in others. Of course, you remembered thinking to yourself that day, of all the times you were to run into an attractive boy—no, attractive man, it had to be this moment, donned in the most uncomfortable frock imaginable. 

Slowly, his gaze followed the gesture. A careful, brown scan trailed from the bare skin at your collar bone, following the buttoned path down to the fabric pinched at your waist, and finished at the rippling skirt at your knees. His lips twitched, and for one unbearable moment, he was utterly silent. 

All you could think about was how stupid it had been for you to draw more attention to yourself, as if he couldn’t already see the sweating beading at your forehead, or the heartbeat in your throat. This man was sucking the air from your lungs, leaving you breathless and fidgety and nervous and hyper and taut all at the same time. A terrible mixture. And the one thing you had left to do was damn every haphazard, insubstantial interaction you’d ever had with handsome males that had left you so inadequate for this situation. 

Then his gaze flicked up to you, somewhat darker as he tipped his hat towards you and smirked, a gentle curl of his lips, before clearing his throat. ‘I like it. It looks beautiful on you, Miss…?’

His question had hung in the air, marinating until you could bring yourself back down to reality with a harsh bite on your tongue. ‘YN. YLN,’ you mumbled. ‘A-and you are?’

‘Benny. Watts.’

“Benny Watts, don’t you dare tell me that you’re only in this city for a chess tournament.” You shook your head, an unabashed grin overwhelming your face when he chuckled from the other end. “I did my research, you know.”

“Oh yeah, princess? What’d you find?” There was shuffling from his end, and you heard what must have been jangling coins, but dismissed it.

“The only tournament here is for the state title.”

“Yeah?”

“So you’re telling me that the US Champion wants to play chess against forty-year-olds with nothing better to do, and university students?”

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m strapped for cash.”

You curled further into the sofa, hugging the telephone base closer to your chest and fiddling with the rotary dial. “Bullshit.”

He’d told you he was a chess player that day, and a good one at that. Said he’d travel all over the country to play, sometimes the world. You almost didn’t believe it, until he’d led you over to the magazine rack and pulled the latest edition of Chess Review. 

‘Here,’ he probed the front pocket of his trench coat, revealing a wallet. ‘You should keep it.’ Wordlessly, he passed a few bills to the cashier near the door. ‘And the dress.’

‘No, you shouldn’t just-’

He flashed you a smile and tipped his hat, already halfway out the door. ‘I already did, princess.’ Then he winked. ‘Don’t worry. We’ll meet again.’

“Well, princess, I do so love to be the best in your eyes, but I have to say there are some strong up-and-comers nowadays.”

“Same excuse you used last time.”

“Damn,” he whistled, letting out a sigh. “Can’t slip anything past you, can I?”

But he had, once. Just once.

‘Well,’ your friend had appeared beside you after he slipped out of the department store, causing you to flinch. ‘Now we know the dress works.’

You’d huffed, trying to summon the effort to throw her a glare, but the rapid thumping of your heart had been making any and all anger difficult. ‘I’ve been looking for you.’

‘Well damn,’ she smiled slyly and shook her head with disbelief, ‘you should look for me a lot more often.’

And as the pair of you watched him walk away, you’d spotted a small tuft of blond hair peeking out between the brim of his hat and the collar of his leather trench coat, and cursed at how well it all took your breath away. You had to agree with her. 

“Not anymore. You know I love to hear about your wins, Benny, but not like this.”

“Aw, you flatter me.” You could imagine the way he was fiddling with his hat at this point, dragging a finger across the brim or perhaps readjusting it altogether. “Here I thought you were getting tired of my chess talk.”

“I wouldn’t have stayed on the call if I was. Plus, you get all cute after you’ve won a game.”

On the other end of the line, Benny scoffed incredulously. “Cute? Did you just say cute?”

You leaned your head back, biting your lip. “Yeah, you know, it’s adorable the way you get all excited when they give up.”

“Adorable? Excited?”

“Yep.”

“...You’ve never seen me play a single game, have you?”

Finally, he was back in town. He’d called and told you ahead of time that he was headed over from New York; that he’d signed up for a tournament and had arranged to stay at a local hotel, and that he was wondering if you could meet up somewhere. 

Somewhere.

Meet up.

Hotel.

As if he hadn’t been planning on staying in your apartment anyway. As if the plan was to share a couple drinks and a couple laughs, the way you’d done it so many times before. As if the second before last phone call you’d had with him hadn’t ended with him almost telling you he loved you—just before he broke himself off with a stutter and mumbled something about having to hang up. 

And now he was coming here. 

The conversation had fallen into a natural lull, and it was then you took note of how painfully hot your cheeks were despite the cold weather exuding from your window. Your fingertips were frozen, you realized, as you gnawed on your thumbnail. 

“Benny, I…” You dug your nails into your arm, eyes clenched shut. “I really miss you.”

His breath hitched.

The silence grew suffocating. 

Your heart thumped painfully, and the dress began to itch. 

Then he exhaled. “I miss you too.” He shuffled on the other end. “So fucking much, princess. Look out your window.”

“What?”

Your gaze darted outside. The sun was just setting, and the sky had grown more black during your call. The lone street lamp shining into the phone booth was the only reason you could see him. 

He was supposed to be waiting for a cab at the university—that’s what he’d told you, at least. 

Instead, in the foggy glass box, he raised his hand, fingers flashing in a short wave. 

“Benny.”

“I couldn’t wait.”

When your form disappeared from the window, he hung up. When you raced down the stairs of your apartment complex, he abandoned the phone booth. 

And when you burst through the front doors, he opened his arms, grunting as you collided with his chest, chuckling as the motion flung the damp hat from his head. 

“Now who’s excited?” he mumbled into your hair.

He was completely soaked from what must have been a two-hour walk through a thunderstorm. The damp sleeves of his leather coat began seeping through the dress fabric at your waist. Droplets from his hair dripped onto your cheek. 

Then he pulled away, tilted up your head with a lone hand on your jaw, and crashed his frozen lips against yours, as though trying to absorb whatever warmth you would give him. God, even his ring chilled you to the bone.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to mind. Not as you drew him up the stairs, back into your apartment. Not as you both shed layers upon layers, peeling back whatever separated the two of you, until it was solely skin on skin and nothing more. 

And when the steam of the shower obscured your view of him, he sought you out on his own, searching for you and curling himself around you, planting his lips against your throat as his fingers secured the softness of your hips. 

“Princess?” he mumbled into your skin, sweet honey dripping off his accent and soaking into your skin. 

“Hmm?” Your fingers danced along his scalp as you dragged them through the blond tufts, suds floating down the drain. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#benny watts x reader #benny watts #benny watts x you #queens gambit x reader #queens gambit x you #queen's gambit x reader #queen's gambit x you #queen's gambit #queens gambit #thomas brodie sangster

[giftedpoison]

It boggles my braincells sometimes thinking about how some people just weren't heavily influenced by their media as I was??? Like when i was kid i grew up reading Gallagher Girls and watching House of Anubis so duh I learned to pick locks, want to learn as many languages as possible, and martial arts. (And also is why I never see lying as a bad thing but a skill.) (Reading Alias and Red Blazer Girls was also a heavy contributor)

Or I started learning ASL because of a tv show I watched in middle school (switched at birth- unsurprising) but now I love the language because I love being able to communicate without talking (although that's more small words that i teach people the meaning so i don't have to use my voice) and learning about the Deaf community.

Or learning sleight of hand because of Kaz Brekker. Chess because of Beth Harmon (I'm determined I'd be pretty good at it if I could just figure out the middle game) Like pick a hobby i have and i'll tell you which fictional character gave it to me. (with the exception of reading, music, writing, researching, and art) These are all exceptionally useless capabilities (other than maybe language learning and lying and you can make an argument that martial arts is a lifetime fitness) and yet they mean a fuck ton to me.

#gallagher girls #cammie morgan #listen the scenes that live rent free in my head from that series is when she flipped that boy she liked over her shoulder #and when she said something about being able to kill someone with a ketchup bottle on the table #kaz brekker #six of crows #whenever i talk to anyone irl they look at me like i'm deranged #house of anubis #language learning #Alias series #queen's gambit #beth harmon #chess

[ybon-paramoux]

Checkmate!

#art #chess #checkmate #queen's gambit

[star-girl222]

I'm her and she's me, nothing more to say.💫

#beth harmon #queen's gambit #dark academia #chess

[searchingkissesandcurses]

LOVESTRUCK ARCHIVE

Lovestruck has been officialy 100% archived and the videos are being made public!

Other than Lovestruck there will be available some content of Kisses & Curses (mostly what I've found, CGs, Melanie/Anastasia route and the LI's pov) and Emily route from Queen's Gambit.

The video are being uploaded on their youtube channel, if you want to join or have more information there's a discord server invitation in the post down here!

#Lovestruck #lgbt #lovestruck #wlw #kisses & curses #voltage #voltage usa #havenfall is for lovers #astoria fate's kiss #gangsters in love #love and legends #Emily Verma #Queen's Gambit #anastasia petrova #melanie #kisses and curses #queen's gambit #anastasia

[tinyslapper-4-sba]

Good morning @snowbunny-alissa

#anya taylor joy #queen's gambit

[thesagekissoftime]

Chess Nights >>>

[pictures from pinterest]

Hello, my dears ♡

I have been trying to think of goals and projects for this year, and I think I would very much like to relearn chess. My older cousin and I used to play together nearly every night, but that was ten years ago, and he now lives halfway across Europe, so I lost the skill of the game. Do you think I should learn again so I can play against him when I visit him this summer? I hope you feel content this evening, and if not, there is always tomorrow ♡

love you x

#dark academia #classic academia #dark academic aesthetic #fawn novelle #romantic academia #book blog #dakota warren #art #poetry #spilled ink #bookblr #chess #queen's gambit #love you x