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balkanradfem · 9 months
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I just realized Robert Galbraith's new book is coming out today! It's called 'The Running Grave', and I'm actually intimidated by that title, I'm not scared of graves but I would not like to encounter one that can run. All I know about it is that it's going to tackle cults and cult victims, I'm super excited to read her take on it.
I'll post updates as I acquire the book and start reading!
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mercedesaria · 11 months
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"Cult Fiction"
This episode just devastated 13-year-old me and kicked started Autumn in Philadelphia.
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lilibetbombshell · 5 months
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stillheretoo · 1 year
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Dude? What?
Jeff Bridges…. Donny was just a figment of Walter’s imagination, an old war buddy. He didn’t even exist.. So now I need to watch it AGAIN. 🤔 Interview with The Big Lebowski cast Did you notice this? Well, there’s a horse of a different color! You’re out of your element Donny!
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nerdreamer · 3 months
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studiokayotic · 2 years
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Been working hard on Our Way: Love  the Mad God is feared and adored by many. her influence is far and wide. Her only price for her followers, blood.  
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chapterchapterbook · 2 years
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maekar76 · 10 months
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The Thing
John Carpenter, 1982
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dead-air-radio · 2 months
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Men who are cut up <33
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treacheryinblue · 11 days
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A Noah Sebastian x F!Reader One Shot
Word Count: 2.3k
× Summary: Noah does what he can to help relieve some of the overwhelming stress you're forced to endure. It's just smut.
× Warnings!: SMUT (oral [f receiving]) aka Noah obviously being the munch we know he is. language, 18+ , no proofread, no revisions, written in about an hour so it is what it is. •‿•
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Study, study, study. 
Work, work, work. 
That's all you did nowadays. 
The routine of it all had become monotonous to say the least, though it's what had to be done if you were ever going to finish your degree. Your third attempt at said degree. School just wasn't for you and you had figured that out as soon as you walked across the stage at your high school graduation however many years ago. While most felt excitement with continuing their education, you felt nothing. You hated it; the deadlines, the papers, the asshole teachers who always acted as if they were leaps and bounds better than everyone they encountered. What you hated about it most of all, though, was the lack of freedom. 
Only one thing - one person - was keeping you going despite the headaches and breakdowns where you’d yell that you were “over it” and it was “all so useless anyway”, and that person was Noah. Maybe it sounded cliche, but he truly was your rock through it all. Even with the loads of stuff he had going on, he still always found time for you, especially when he could tell that you were on the verge of one of those previously mentioned breakdowns. This just so happened to be one of those nights. 
You were sitting on the couch of his home studio, anxiety-riddled fingers tapping away at your keyboard, trying your best to finish a paper that was due the following night. Of course you shouldn't have waited until the very last minute, but procrastination was what you did best. Noah would beg to differ, but you didn't have the mental capacity to get sucked into those sorts of thoughts right then. 
Every now and then Noah would swivel in his chair to look at you, ask how things were going, and then turn back to his music once you replied. The answers were never what he wanted to hear, but he understood. He didn't want to be another source of aggravation for you, so he never pushed. Little did he know, just having him around you was enough to calm your nerves. That, plus the melodic vocals he would softly sing every now and then truly could work wonders. 
“I think it's time for a break,” he exhaled while rolling his chair to the side to set his guitar down. “I can almost see the steam coming off your head.” 
“In a minute,” you murmured under your breath. Your brows were furrowed, keys of your laptop still rhythmically tapping until you groaned and slammed down on the backspace to erase the paragraph. 
“Oh no, now.” Noah stood from the chair with a chuckle and made his way to you, his body dropping down on the couch at your side. His hand immediately went to your bare thigh, fingers slowly caressing along your skin and working their way towards the innermost area. 
“Noah, come on. I have to finish this,” you sighed, attempting to move a bit to shake his hand away. 
“You also need to take a breather, let out some frustrations. Maybe then you can come back to it with a clear head.” 
You were ignoring his words to the best of your ability, as well as his wandering hands. 
“That's what I do when I get stuck with a song.” 
And didn't you know it. On many occasions Noah had tracked you down within the house when he should've been working, just to let out some frustrations between your legs. It didn't matter what you were in the middle of doing when he found you because he would bend you over any surface and fuck you until the creative juices were flowing again. He claimed it did the trick every time, but you weren't convinced. This is even what led to him teasingly calling you his ‘muse’ when the moments would arise. 
A heavy sigh sounded as his hands began to tug at your shorts, though you only leaned off to the side and propped yourself against the arm of the couch. You wanted space between the two of you, but not so much that it meant one of you going to another room. No, you still wanted to be close. 
“Noah…” you huffed, your foot gently nudging at him when he went for your shorts again. This time he succeeded in drawing the fabric down your legs and tossing them aside. Despite this, your eyes remained focused on the laptop screen. 
He glanced at you as his strong hands pried your knees apart and fully spread you open for him. “Continue to work if you want to,” he shrugged. 
You didn't want to admit that you had become aroused during this miniature cat and mouse game the two of you were playing, though you were sure he noticed the small wet spot beginning to form on your panties. Sometimes it was so frustrating how easily he could get you going, even when you were mad at the world and just wanted to throw something. 
Noah released one of your legs so he could run his fingers along your pussy over your panties, again and again, making lingering contact with where he knew your clit was each time. Your face remained expressionless, eyes still set on the glowing screen, but your body was definitely reacting to him. You knew you were becoming wetter by the way your panties clung to your folds and Noah continued his strokes with more vigor.  
“Is this really the time?” 
There was no response because his mouth was soon occupied with digging the tip of his tongue into your clit, the added scratch of your panties causing your toes to curl and your hips to jolt slightly. Noah smirked to himself at your reaction because he knew he would be able to get to you eventually. There was no way you'd be able to resist and you both were well aware of this. 
Tattooed fingers soon tugged your panties aside, a faint hum of delight coming from him at the sight of your wet cunt so open and vulnerable. Just his for the taking. 
“Fuck,” he murmured while lowering himself back down between your thighs. His lips secured around your clit for a gentle suck before his tongue began taking long licks across the swollen nerves. 
Your fingers stalled on the keyboard, your head falling back as a moan was pulled from your chest. How were you supposed to get your work done when Noah was so intent on using his own methods of calming you? 
“You taste so goddamn good.” 
Noah moaned into your cunt, eyes closed, the entirety of his mouth devouring you like a starved man. His motions were slow but precise, fully knowing what he was doing. He was basically a professional when it came to your body. 
Okay fine, he could win this time. 
You quickly saved the document you were working on and then closed the laptop, the device now set on the floor by the couch. Even though Noah didn't dare stop, you could tell he was excited about getting what he wanted. 
With your hands now free, you reached down to slip your fingers through his hair, eventually latching onto the dark locks. Noah dragged his tongue down to your entrance, slowly swirling around the drenched hole, only to then make his way back to your clit. He knew that if he lingered at your clit for too long then you'd be cumming in less than two minutes, and that wasn't the sort of experience he wanted you to have tonight. 
“Mmmph!” A moan transferred to a slight squeak as his teeth gently nipped at your clit, your hips bucking up towards his mouth. He chuckled to himself at your reaction, which only earned him a firm tug to his hair. 
Noah glanced up to you, playfully glaring. He shook his head as he sat up just enough to shift your legs together, your panties quickly slipped down and tossed aside to be forgotten like your shorts. You were then being spread open again and no time was wasted before he was back to business. 
“Oh! Oh my god, just like that!” 
A couple of long fingers plunged into your cunt, slowly easing in and out and pressing up to your g-spot in a way that had you panting and your body trembling. The sensations were maddening, especially as Noah’s tongue swirled around your clit, alternating between this and firmly suctioning his lips around it. 
“Mmm, don't stop. Yes!” 
His fingers drove deep into your pussy and then paused once fully buried. You made a slight sound of protest, prompting him to begin making that goddamned ‘come hither’ bending motion that made your breath hitch and your lower back arch. 
“You like that, baby?” He taunted, long swipes of his tongue again being taken in an agonizingly slow pace. Each motion caused your pussy to clamp around his fingers, the sound of how wet you were easily deciphered behind your moans and heavy breaths. 
“Y-Yes…” you stammered, nodding. “It feels so fucking amazing.” 
Noah's proud smirk was so prominent that you swore you could feel it against your pussy. Honestly, it was impossible to miss. He always loved knowing how good he could make you feel with just his hands and mouth, and sometimes only his words too. 
Your body felt like it was overheating, although in a good way. To ease some of the fire, you grabbed onto the hem of your shirt and pulled it up over your chest. Your abdomen was tense from contracting, pert breasts on full display for him. It only took a moment for you to begin rubbing and kneading over your tits, squeezing them together and sinking your fingers in deep. Noah glanced up to you, his mouth stilling completely though his fingers continued their thrusts. 
“You're so needy,” he grinned as his lips began to move along your inner thigh. He suckled and bit at the tender skin, making sure it was hard enough to leave little marks behind, ones that only he would be able to see and know who you belonged to. 
“All you needed was for me to make you feel good, baby,” he breathed along your heated flesh. “Fuck the frustrations right out of you.” 
The addition of his low voice, along with you now pinching and rolling your nipples, had you right where he wanted you. Noah gave no warning before forcing a third finger into your already tight and stretched cunt, the intensity making you drop your hands to the couch so you could grip onto the cushions for dear life. 
“Noah!! Fuck!” 
The pressure of your orgasm was swelling until your body couldn't contain it any longer. You were in a frenzy as your hips grinded down against his fingers in time with his thrusts, nails scratching along the leather couch, head tossed back so your passionate cries could freely ring. That’s when Noah’s skilled mouth attacked your pussy again, his tongue hungrily lapping at your clit and your arousal that had spilled past his fingers. He groaned against you, and you even noticed his own hips rutting into the couch, his whole body being put into eating you out. 
“Don't stop…right there…” you gasped and moaned between each statement, the climax coming on fast and strong. “Yes…oh my god…I'm going to cum…”
Noah rammed his fingers hard into your core and made sure to stroke along your g-spot with every retreat, only to repeat the motions until you were nothing but a whimpering mess beneath him. It was that pace that finally sent you careening over the edge. Your hands grabbed the back of his head so your nails could scratch the base of his neck and along his scalp, all while your hips unapologetically pressed as close to his mouth as possible. This left him no choice but to continue circling your clit and pulling it between his lips, suckling as if your life depended on this orgasm alone. 
Your cunt surged around his fingers in a flood that rushed with such force that you could see his chin glistening, as well as the couch that now pooled with your cum. 
Satisfied with his work, Noah began to slow down his pace only when your hips did first. His goal was for you to ride out the orgasm as long as possible, and the way your body still twitched and your pussy clenched let him know all he needed to. 
As your body stilled, he slowly retrieved his fingers and watched in awe as more of your arousal dripped from your spent cunt. Typically he liked to watch as his own cum spilled from you, but right now wasn't about him. 
Noah slowly kissed along your thighs, across your abdomen, and up to your lips which he eagerly claimed with his own. You were still in haze, floating in your own little world thanks to the great orgasm, but even that couldn't stop you from moving your lips in perfect sync with his. As your arms slinked around the back of his neck, his hands dragged up your sides until he was grasping firm to your waist to pull you close. 
“Feeling better?” 
You softly laughed, a content sigh following as if to show him just how relaxed you were now. 
“Yes…and now I really do need to finish my paper but all I want to do is that again and again…and maybe again for good measure.” 
Brushing a hand along the side of your face to push your hair back, Noah grinned, his head slowly nodding in agreement to your words. Unfortunately, he knew he couldn't let himself be that bad of an influence over you. 
“Finish your paper and then we can see about that. Think of it as motivation.”  
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jollierot · 22 days
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They didn’t mean to be the last living lamb.
Sure, the Lamb knew they had stuck it out for a while. As they counted the days they managed to evade the Bishops’ crusading executioners, they eventually realized the possibility that few of their fellow sheep would have been able to avoid the blade for as long as they had. They were a gentler folk, with simple lifestyles and simpler desires, content to work the fields and raise their kin among the rolling green hills that used to be their home.
While it may have been convenient for them back then, their near universal naivety making it easy to score a few coin or a free meal off their fellow brethren, the Lamb now mourned their race’s collective innocence with crushing guilt.
It wasn’t so long ago their village’s chief tried to impress the virtues of innocence and simple living onto the Lamb. They had begged to join the merchants on a trip outside the village, to catch a glimpse of the world outside their safe but isolated home. They longed for adventure, for excitement, for thrill, and yet, every time they pleaded for the opportunity, they were denied.
They would never get the chance to step outside the village. Not until it was ransacked by Old Faith zealots. The execution party ambushed the village in the dead of night, razing their heard, their family, their only home, as easily as a scythe might slice through a field of wheat. The Lamb did not watch. They could only faintly register the quickly thinning screams of their friends and family as they raced toward the nearby woods, their heart pounding and lungs burning with the effort.
It should have been someone else. Some other sheep. Perhaps someone important, like the chief or the doctor. Someone brave, with the wisdom of their forefathers to guide them. Someone who represented the compassion and grace to which their race was so closely aligned.
Someone who definitely wouldn’t be contemplating pickpocketing this rat that just burrowed out from the ground in front of them.
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armoralor · 3 months
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"she isn't mean!!!! she just-" shhhh. shhhhhhh. She's Mean. Let women be mean. Sometimes women are unredeemable cunts and that's okay. It doesn't matter if she has trauma or a complicated backstory, if a woman is mean she's mean. You don't have to try and justify it or give it a different name. Being mean isn't the worst thing a woman can be.
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scipunk · 1 month
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Repo Man (1984)
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lilibetbombshell · 9 months
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videoreligion · 1 month
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Dark Universe (1993)
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providence-park · 4 months
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Kurt Russell as R.J. MacReady
THE THING (1982)
Dir. John Carpenter
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