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DW and CAoS mostly. Michelle Gomez everything. Middle aged actresses. Good fic.
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“Occasionally, however, a woman writer is told gravely, “You write like a man.” Since this is the highest accolade, presented as a judgment from above and closed to any further discussion, it would be impolite to ask, “Which man? Any man? You?””
— Joyce Carol Oates, Why Is Your Writing So Violent? (via warmhealer)
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Michelle (or any of her characters if you prefer)/Reader
It’s late, near closing, and the small frame of the dark haired woman sat in a corner of your bar working on her third scotch neat looks achingly familiar. Her hair is up and she’s wearing sunglasses despite the dim lights but you’d still recognize her bone structure almost anywhere. She’s been watching you serve drinks to the few stragglers at the bar top for the last half hour. You can’t see her eyes but you can feel her gaze on your skin and it burns like quicksilver. Her fingertips are stroking the rim of the cut glass tumbler in front of her and the way she licks her lips when she downs the rest of it is completely filthy. As if you weren’t wet enough already.
You make the mistake of turning your back for a moment to re-shelve a bottle and when you spin back around she’s right there in front of you, so striking you audibly gasp, trying to play it off with a grin and a tight laugh.
“You startled me. Wasn’t expecting such a gorgeous sight right in front of my very eyes.” Turn up the charm, stamp down the flip-flopping sensation in your gut like you’re freefalling without a parachute. Your hands feel empty and anxious, like they want to touch her but you can’t, the thick wood of the bar a very physical barrier between you even if there weren’t countless other impediments, so you pick up an already clean beer mug and a rag and busy yourself.
She slides her designer glasses up onto her head, her eyes are just slightly glassy from the liquor but still sharp, clear blue and alight with longing, more captivating in person than you could have ever guessed. She studies your features with a nostalgic hunger you shouldn’t be able to recognize but you’ve always had a knack for reading people. It’s unnerving but not altogether unwelcome.
“We’re closing now but I’m happy to stay a bit longer if you’re looking for another drink.” Her eyes crinkle at your hospitality and she traces a sharp canine with the point of her tongue in consideration. You hold her gaze patiently and it seems to encourage her brashness, decision etched across her lovely face like a perfectly painted expression.
“I’m actually in search of something a bit stronger, alcohol doesn’t seem to be doing the trick tonight.” Her accent drags over the words, not slurred but languid, and her weighted gaze pins you in place, implication heavy in the air. Is this really happening right now or are you going to wake up any second, breathless and tangled in your bed sheets and realize it was all a vivid dream?
“I’m off in ten.” She hums in satisfaction and reaches up to snag the pen from behind your ear, the cap chewed but still serviceable, scribbling something on a stray cocktail napkin. You take the few moments those piercing eyes are averted to center yourself, trying not to stare too obviously down her shirt while she’s leant over, the spray of freckles exceedingly distracting.
“Meet me here. Ask for Frank at the desk. I’ll let them know I’m expecting company.” She pushes the napkin in your direction and smoothly tucks the pen back behind your ear, her thumb just grazing your cheekbone as she pulls away, even that brief ghost of a touch sending a shockwave of need through your core. She winks cheekily before retreating to the exit, your eyes pulled to her ass in tight jeans like a magnet, brain scrambling to take a mental snapshot, her boots disappearing through the entrance door while you watch. Lilith help you.
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Oh, it’s porn
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Every Caryl/Caryl Related Scene (1x05-10x11)
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Hi! So in the link above, I put all the Daryl & Carol scenes together (+ scenes that I personally think relate to their relationship) and I wanted to post it here for people to watch or use for edits. I think the only thing I’m missing is the Jasper Stone scene from S4 because I forgot it, lol. There is a rendering glitch between 5x02 and 5x06 where there’s a black screen for a handful of seconds, but there’s nothing missing! They’re all in HD, 1080p, and there is an individual file for each season. Below are the timestamps for easy navigating. I hope you find this useful! :)
S1:
Just EP5, Wildfire.
S2:
00:00 - EP1, What Lies Ahead
02:20 - EP2, Bloodletting
05:04 - EP4, Cherokee Rose
07:13 - EP5, Chupacabra
08:15 - EP7, Pretty Much Dead Already
20:00 - EP8, Nebraska
22:19 - EP9, Triggerfinger
26:12 - EP11, Judge, Jury, Executioner
26:34 - EP12, Better Angels
26:55 - EP13, Beside the Dying Fire
S3:
00:00 - EP1, Seed
02:50 - EP4, Killer Within
03:24 - EP5, Say the Word
04:46 - EP6, Hounded
06:23 - EP7, When the Dead Come Knocking
06:34 - EP9, The Suicide King
09:40 - EP11, I Ain’t a Judas
10:42 - EP13, Welcome to the Tombs
S4:
00:00 - EP1, 30 Days Without an Accident
01:34 - EP2, Infected
02:02 - EP5, Internment
02:39 - EP8, Too Far Gone
S5:
00:00 - EP1, No Sanctuary
01:48 - EP2, Strangers
06:01 - EP6, Consumed
48:08 - EP8, Coda
48:55 - EP10, Them
51:21 - EP12, Remember
51:58 - EP13, Forget
S6:
00:00 - EP3, Thank You
00:59 - EP6, Always Accountable
01:28 - EP13, The Same Boat
01:51 - EP14, Twice as Far
S7:
00:00 - EP9, Rock in the Road
01:00 - EP10, New Best Friends
15:07 - EP13, Bury Me Here
S8:
00:00 - EP1, Mercy
01:04 - EP4, Some Guy
01:52 - EP5, The Big Scary U
03:18 - EP11, Dead or Alive Or
04:36 - EP13, Do Not Send Us Astray
S9:
00:00 - EP1, A New Beginning
02:30 - EP2, The Bridge
03:27 - EP6, Who Are You Now
03:58 - EP7, Stradivarius
13:59 - EP10, Omega
15:51 - EP15, The Calm Before
18:35 - EP16, The Storm
S10:
00:00 - EP1, Lines We Cross
08:33 - EP3, Ghosts
24:16 - EP4, Silence the Whisperers
26:28 - EP5, What It Always Is
26:43 - EP6, Bonds
38:24 - EP7, Open Your Eyes
44:04 - EP8, The World Before
52:04 - EP9, Squeeze
01:04:51 - EP11, Morning Star
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for @witchqueenlilith and all the other gays
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Some words to use when writing things:
winking
clenching
pulsing
fluttering
contracting
twitching
sucking
quivering
pulsating
throbbing
beating
thumping
thudding
pounding
humming
palpitate
vibrate
grinding
crushing
hammering
lashing
knocking
driving
thrusting
pushing
force
injecting
filling
dilate
stretching
lingering
expanding
bouncing
reaming
elongate
enlarge
unfolding
yielding
sternly
firmly
tightly
harshly
thoroughly
consistently
precision
accuracy
carefully
demanding
strictly
restriction
meticulously
scrupulously
rigorously
rim
edge
lip
circle
band
encircling
enclosing
surrounding
piercing
curl
lock
twist
coil
spiral
whorl
dip
wet
soak
madly
wildly
noisily
rowdily
rambunctiously
decadent
degenerate
immoral
indulgent
accept
take
invite
nook
indentation
niche
depression
indent
depress
delay
tossing
writhing
flailing
squirming
rolling
wriggling
wiggling
thrashing
struggling
grappling
striving
straining
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My little River. 💓
So someone I know is going to name their child 'river'
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Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
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Blackwood: Welcome to the “fuck Zelda” support group...
Blackwood: where we gather to say a collective “fuck you” to that stupid bitch.
Blackwood: But first, a few words from our newest member.
Lilith: So...I may have misunderstood
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MIRANDA OTTO as Zelda Spellman
Chilling Adventures of Sabrina | Chapter Twenty-One: The Hellbound Heart
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#mother of THE MOOD™
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I JUST CAN’T EXPLAIN HOW GOOD IT FEELS
I WON’T STOP, HE SAYS, AS THE EARTH PIROUETTES THROUGH SPACE, ITS ORBIT UNHINDERED BY YOUR OUSTING OF THE HUMAN RACE. TIME DIPS, FALLS INTO THE NEGATIVES AS YOU WORK YOUR WAY OUT OF WHAT YOU HAVE JUST LEARNT AND ALMOST ALWAYS KNOWN.
IT IS NO EASY TASK. SOON NEGATIVE TIME WILL FILL THE MOAT OF YOUR DISTANT CASTLE, SEEP INTO THE SOIL OF YOUR DISTANT WORLD, AND THEN ALL THE LIFEFORMS SHALL GROW CROOKED AND SULLEN. THIS IS BEAUTY, AS FAR AS YOU CAN QUANTIFY IT. YOU WOULD BE ARMORED THERE AND SHEATHED IN MIGHT. YOU SHALL LOWER THE DRAWBRIDGE, BRING IN YOUR ARMIES AND YOUR ASSASSINS, AND THEN RAISE THE DRAWBRIDGE AGAIN. YOUR ASSASSINS HAVE NEVER BEEN LOYAL, BUT LOYALTY IS A CHILD’S DREAM. YOU COULD HAVE THEM DREAMING OF SLICING THEIR OWN THROATS OPEN AND WHO IS TO SAY YOU DON’T? BUT NOW THERE IS ALL OF THIS AND THE SKELETONS SING YOU TO SLEEP WITH PRAISES BEYOND COMPARE. HOW MANY PHANTOMS MUST YOU HAVE BUILT BY NOW, NOT COUNTING THE DEVASTATION YOU HOLD DEAR AND SO WILL NOT NAME? BUT I WON’T STOP, HE SAYS TO YOU, AS YOU CHEW ON HIS BONES AND SIPHON YOUR POISON INTO HIS MARROW. I WON’T STOP, HE SAYS, AS YOU AIM METEORITES UPON HIS CITIES AND ECLIPSE HIS SUNS. I WON’T STOP, I WON’T STOP, YOU CAN’T MAKE ME STOP, HE SAYS AS YOUR KISSES POUND HIS WORLDS DOWN TO DUST. AND HE DOESN’T STOP, AND SO YOU PUT AWAY YOUR MISSILES AND MACHETES FOR LATER AND FLEE, LEAVING BEHIND THIS NOW-DESERT. THERE IS NO SHAME IN TAKING COVER, IN BECOMING NIGHTFALL. AT THE END OF THE SLEEPLANDS, YOU HEAR HIM CRYING. BUT YOU DWELL ON OTHER SECRETS. YOU TAKE ROOT IN UNFAMILIAR BODIES AND DRAW LIFE FROM SIGHTLESS LANDS. YOU SUPPLANT VACANT KINGS AND SWALLOW THE UNIVERSAL EGO. THERE IS LITTLE LEFT TO DO AFTER THAT, AFTER A VICTORY THAT DESCENDS INTO THE HOLLOW AND TRUTHLESS, AND SO YOU RETURN TO WHERE YOU LEFT HIM, PARKED IN THE RECESSES OF WHAT HAD ONCE BEEN EDGWARE ROAD STATION. AND HE HAS STILL NOT STOPPED, OR SO HE SAYS, AND YOUR ARMIES SCREAM FOR BLOOD FROM THE COFFINS OF THEIR STASIS CHAMBERS. PERHAPS YOU CAN MAKE HIM STOP.
THERE IS MUSIC PLAYING. MOORED TO THEIR TRACKS, THE TRAINS ROT IN THEIR STILLNESS IN THE ABSENCE OF INTELLIGENT LIFE.
CEASE AND DESIST, YOU TELL HIM, LIKE A STUPID CHILD.
BUT LOVING YOU IS ALL I KNOW HOW TO DO, HE SAYS IN TURN.
I CONSUME ALL OF THIS, YOU SAY, GESTURING TO THE STATE OF BEING AT LARGE.
THEN START WITH ME, HE SAYS. TAKE ME BY THE CUFF OF MY NECK AND TEAR ME FROM LIMB TO LIMB, AS YOU DO. THERE IS SO LITTLE GRACE TO ANY OF THIS. YOU WONDER IF THE STATE OF BEING AT LARGE DESERVES A KINDER, MORE ELEGANT END THAN ONE THAT BEGINS WITH ASSUAGING HIS COUNTLESS HURT FEELINGS.
STILL, YOU START SHUTTING DOWN THE STARS. HE WAITS FOR YOU, AND DOESN’T STOP.
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Michelle and Miranda dancing to “Straight to Hell”
#miranda otto#michelle gomez#madam spellman#madam satan#zelda spellman#chilling adventures of sabrina#cuties
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Also it looks like Mambo Marie calls Zelda "Cherie" as a term of endearment based on other IG interactions between her and Skye so it fits with that!
Have we agreed that the ship name for Zelda Spellman x Mambo Marie is “Mambo Spellman” or does anyone want to contest that name? Are there any creative alternatives floating around?
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It's been a 🔥 minute since the Queen posted a dance. You have no idea how much I yearned for this.
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A Concept™: Michelle Gomez returns at the end of Jodie’s run, à la John Simm. We get her, Sacha Dhawan, and Jodie in one episode, smouldering at each other. Across the planet, Doctor Who fans question their sexuality.
#thirteenth doctor#Missy#dhawan!master#michelle gomez#sacha dhawan#jodie whittaker#thoschei#oh please please please
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