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BEST OF JACKIE TYLER ✨
— Doctor Who (2005-) | Season 1 & Season 2
#rewatching the older eps for comfort and honoring my childhood#and by god jackie's a total queen#she could stop a dalek invasion using her mum voice™️ and throwing hands#where she goes i follow#cant believe Ninth denied her shepherd's pie 😞#doctor who#jackie tyler#queueing
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⭐️ Grantchester Advent Calendar 2017 - Day 13 ⭐️
Geordie disapproving Sidney’s musical tastes (as usual) - with Amanda and Cathy. Grantchester, s. 3 ep. 1
#m-my beloveds ❤️⛪🎇#Amanda & Cathy 🥰✨👯♀️🌷🧷🩷#grantchester#sidney chambers#geordie keating#cathy keating#amanda kendall#queueing
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all jackie tyler really needs is a hot milf in her life
yeah, i know, she’s got herself, i mean a second milf
#DEFINITELY could use a fine middle-aged bird yet she's already perched on her throne rulling all#she can have me tho#i can bring her chips and do her laundry yes 🛐#god bless camille coduri#op sees me op gives validation to my gay suffering#doctor who#jackie tyler#queuing
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whoever is the bloke who thought out the concept of semi-monthly parking signs (with even and odd numbers) in traffic law don't deserve to go to heaven and neither does the asinine douchebag who decided to take away the DVD playing option on laptops.
less than courteous go fuck yourselves on a highway from truly yours.
#these two brainless pisscakes deserves a mighty comeback of the ten plagues of egypt right upon them im so pissed#totally unrelated ranting over the usual fandoms shitpost but im doing my best to let that go and be a responsible future driver here#but bitches are testing my patience#its this or the poor old bugger that is my beloved teacher is gonna hear me vent for 15 min on Monday#he gonna be like 'oh my sweet summer child' and then play the master jedi to my dum dum padawan#road signs and all aint rocket science to comprehend but please my small adhd brain is BLEEDING OUT#trekking my way through the Mordor of law's bullshitting armed with my dick and a knife as the French says#yee haw#shitpost#Natty rants
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“You did something for me I couldn’t do for myself. You loved me for who I am.” —- William Chapman
#the amount of love i got for these 2 is off the bloody chart i miss them sm#with what i've glanced over for upcoming season 8 future eps promise to be butt-clenching for my keating babies sjdbbd#cathy my love my life 😩💖#geordie better not lose himself again and wander astray putting his marriage at stakes#or else#absolutely touching and gorgeous edit btw op keep feeding us PLEASE!!!!#grantchester#geordie keating#cathy keating#queueing
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This old hag is my next-door neighbor, Mrs. Florence Zimmerman.
#this tag from op has me freezing in the headlight like a startled deer what the FUCK ➡️#could cate stop playing characters i would give my heart and soul without second thought?#hits close to home bc damn if that wasnt me the moment she came in the frame#florence is basically a condensed raw gem of my sfw kinks#witty middle-aged women doing magic and wearing my favorite color sign me up my brethren#the house with a clock in its walls#florence zimmerman#cate blanchett
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Florence Zimmerman being the most gorgeous witch that has ever existed.
#i love her your honor#purple-clad b1bygirl mommy 💜🧹🪄#that outfit is so complimenting on cate pls#florence zimmerman#the house with a clock in its walls#cate blanchett#thwaciiw
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Guinevere/Arthur PART2
#putain la vaaaache#de l'art hyper qualitatif de guenièvre & arthur pouh le Kaamelorgasm 🥰🥰🤩#they just look too cute and too pretty to handle#kaamelott#art#queueing
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In conclusion I live for witches, I love witches, witches run my life
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Monster-Sitting — Debbie Jellinsky
Summary: You’re tasked with watching Wednesday and Pugsley when Gomez and Morticia go out for a date night, but you’re not expecting someone else to be there to help.
Word Count: 1,505
Warnings: Attempted murder(ish)
Your soft knock fell on the Addams' front door. This wasn’t the first time you’d stayed with Wednesday and Pugsley while Gomez and Morticia went out for date night, but watching them didn’t always go smoothly. While you could have refused, you found it nearly impossible to say no to Morticia when she swore you were the best babysitter they’d ever had.
When no one came to the door after your first attempt to announce your arrival, you grabbed hold of the door knocker and slammed it with more vigor. Mid attempt, the door swung wide open, almost pulling you into the house on your face. Luckily, you only stumbled, catching yourself on one knee before crashing the rest of the way to the ground.
"Ugh, you’re late. These brats are running me ragged. I’ve barely gotten away with my life all because of that girl. The boy is too stupid to do any real harm, but it doesn’t make me feel any better to have him just stand there and laugh when his sister makes her nasty little attempts to kill me."
You look up at the woman speaking, a bit thrown off that it was neither Morticia nor Gomez at the door. You admit, you a few minutes late, though you could have sworn it was no more than ten, and it hadn’t been your fault. Had they really already left? And who was this woman dressed head to toe in pastel blue? Certainly not your usual Addams family member.
"Umm, hi," you said with a wince as you picked yourself up off of your knee. It had taken quite the hit, but it was probably no more than bruised. You’d just have to walk it off.
"Hi? That’s all you can manage? Aren’t I owed an explanation?"
After the spill you just took, you weren’t really in the mood to deal with attitude. "Traffic," was all you offered. It wasn’t even the truth, but then again, you felt she wasn’t owed the truth. "Who the hell are you, anyway?"
"Debbie, soon to be Addams. I’m marrying Fester."
You scrunched your face, analyzing her to see if she was telling the truth. "So then why are you here?"
"Didn’t they tell you? I’ll be helping you watch the two little troublemakers. Sort of like a test run, letting them get to know their new auntie while still having someone familiar to keep them from acting out."
Good luck with that, you thought to yourself. Wednesday and Pugsley were enough trouble for you, let alone with this…well, you supposed you shouldn’t jump to conclusions about Debbie. You weren’t exactly in a great mood when left alone with the Addams' children the first time either. You took a calming breath and offered a half real, half fake smile in attempt to start over.
"Debbie, I really didn’t mean to be late. I’m usually quite punctual, or I try to be, and I know the kids can be a lot to handle, especially the first time. Forgive me. I didn’t mean to be short with you." You could see Debbie was taken aback by the sincerity of your apology. She fumbled with a reply for a minute, before settling on a warm —if perhaps a bit exaggerated— smile of her own.
Now that you had restarted your encounter on the right foot, you closed the door behind you, keeping the late fall chill in the air from making the already drafty old house any colder. The rattle of the door closing, caused a vibration that shot up through the walls and caused a guillotine blade, likely the one from Wednesday's room, to fall between you and Debbie. You jumped back, clearly startled and your back hit the door. You cast a look towards the staircase and while you didn’t see the children, you heard their retreating footsteps from the second floor. So it was going to be one of those nights.
"Insolent little monsters," Debbie screamed. You couldn’t help but want to agree with her in the moment.
"Are you alright," you asked her.
"Fine, but if that thing had come any closer I’d be missing toes."
"Best to let them get it out of their system," you informed.
Debbie laughed mirthlessly. "And will that be before or after we’re both brutally murdered?"
"Usually before," you answered, a playful sincerity in your voice.
"Mmm, comforting," Debbie deadpanned. For a while after the incident, Wednesday and Pugsley kept to themselves, no doubt plotting another scheme or trap for the two of you. You and Debbie stayed on the ground floor, as it seemed the safest possible place. At least you wouldn’t be falling down stairs or getting locked in the basement.
You only made a bit of small talk, still not overly fond of one another. You couldn’t sit down, too much fear of setting off some sort of trap, so you carefully took Debbie on some sort of unofficial tour of the first floor, carefully stepping through thresholds so as not to trip any invisible wires.
Debbie, however, was not quite so careful. While she did try and mirror your light step, her shoes made it a little less easy, and she caught a pointed toe on one such trip wire, sending her off balance. Once you knew it had happened, your senses heightened, knowing something worse was coming. Sure enough, a large battle axe taken from Gomez's collection came hurtling down at the both of you. You lunged for Debbie, hoping your reflexes would be quick enough that neither of you suffered any severe injuries.
The blade missed by only a few inches. You and Debbie now laid on the floor, the majority of your body on top of hers. Debbie gave you this defiant look, pursing her lips, looking ready to reprimand you. "If you wanted to jump me you could have just—" Debbie trailed off while looking over your shoulder, seeing the axe still swinging. "Oh. I see. I guess I should thank you for saving my life?"
"It would be nice," you teased.
"It’s not everyday a girl gets saved by an attractive stranger, so…thank you." You smiled, somewhat surprised that she’d actually said the words. "Now would you please get off of me?"
Your smile instantly fell as you realized you were practically pinning her to the floor. You muttered an apology as you awkwardly scrambled to your feet and hoped you were hiding the frazzled look you wore. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire.
"Well don’t go getting all shy on me now. Help me up," Debbie instructed. On autopilot, you held out your hand to her like taking orders from her was what you were made for. When she was fully upright again, she hovered so close to you that you could feel her breath puff out across your face. Why in the world was your only thought in that moment to kiss her? "My hero," Debbie practically purred. "Is there any way I can repay you?" Her sincerity seemed to drop away, but the flirtation in her voice did not. She was playing a role, and giving you the opportunity to play it right back.
"I could think of one or two," you replied with a smirk, but then you paused. "But aren’t you engaged to Fester?"
"That depends. How much money do you have?" There wasn’t a hint of a joke in her question this time, so you felt compelled to answer honestly.
"Well I know the Addams', don’t I?" You were actually quite well off. Maybe not to quite the extent as Gomez and Morticia, but you lived a more than comfortable life. In fact, Gomez and Morticia only paid you in gratitude for watching their children. A hazard of being a long time friend of the family, you supposed. But it wasn’t all bad now, was it? You met Debbie after all.
"Then I have only one thing to say to that. Fester, who?" Debbie then lunged forward, your lips colliding together with such force and passion that she nearly knocked the two of you back into the axe's swinging path. You managed to steady yourself, easing her back until she was up against the archway between the rooms and you kissed her, really kissed her now.
"Ew, get a room," Pugsley gagged, having come downstairs to see if Wednesday's latest attempt had done the trick.
Debbie pulled away from you and grimaced at the boy. "Get a life, you little urchin," she spat. Pugsley ran off and yelled for Wednesday.
"You know that comment is not going to help our chances for surviving the next couple of hours," you said.
"Lucky for me, I have a knight in shining armor to protect me." You couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at your lips as you leaned in and kissed her again. So let them try to kill you again, at least if you were going to die, you’d die happy.
For @invaderzami
Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @ghostsunderstoodmysoul, @icetown587, @immyowndefender, @valencethefriendlychangeling, @crimsonwidow666, @rebelbossheart, @thedailyspiritualist
Debbie Jellinsky: @iticaboopsyou, @riveranddoctorsong123, @suck-me-sideways, @fog-on-the-moon, @hotshot624, @lady-darkswan3
#why should i aim for any woman when i could just be on malibu barbie mamma's good book with some extra cash 🔪🔫💷💳#oh yeah she yearn and ache and she deserve love and jewelry alright#debbie jellinsky#addams family values#queueing
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Angelique Bouchard - Dark Shadows (2012)
#my obsessive and possessive babygirl ma chérie d'amour 🔪🕯🚬🔫💄❤✨#the owner of this blog is an angie bouchard apologist#she deserved better#that girl has crippling fear of abandonment and high functionning anxiety deal w it#and eva green oh my dear lord the woman she is 😳😳#her boss ass acting range her voice HER FUCKING VOICE makes me claw at the walls#teenage me got her ass bewitched... big time fam#we believe in angelique bouchard supremacy in this house#dark shadows#angelique bouchard#eva green#angie bouchard#queueing
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like or © starsIoki on twitter
#time to simp for angie bouchard again gurls 💅🔪🔫#not 15 yo me buying twice the DS dvd a decade ago and still owning one of them#i mean#its all for angélique#she did nothing wrong idc#angelique bouchard#eva green#dark shadows#angie bouchard#queueing
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sometimes responding to media you like is articulate and sometimes it is microwave noises and static fizz
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under the influence of a brisk vicious fruity urge to write for my love cathy keating as my eagerness for season 8 of grantchester is all consumming, mind brimming with disorderly ideas, still being crossed at geordie for being, well geordie, missing mrs C and leonard and daniel and the keating kids so fucking much & even ALL THAT fails to egg on my motivation to actually write anything thus it is with such great dismay seeing it an act of pure homophobic dare I say anti-wlw self-sabotageing stunt from my own brain and I will not have it.
local idiot need beloved 50's wonder mamma ✨swinnerton's queen✨ to return to the yard with her milfshake por favor
#everybody talks about drugs withdrawal but what about grandchester's deprivation????#being a beggar for the bobby's wife on main idc i miss cath sm#oh the damaging lack of fresh out of the oven ITV content deemed a basic necessity 😔 the pain#everytime i think about cathy keating anthony hobbs get jumped by a pack of witches#and i live longer#the lack of sapphic content with her is a devilry#there will be an hour of glory im gonna pull a Thanos on this tomfuckery and do it myself#AT LEAST I REMEMBER HER FAVORITE FLOWERS but not robson green oof#if i have to manifest i fucking will kids#kacey jane ainsworth WILL serve range this new season#the gays will win.#ranting over#grantchester#cathy keating#casual intertion of a meme
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*at the ADHD wizard meeting* sometimes i just find it difficult to hocus-focus
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