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THE WHEEL OF TIME 1.06 "The Flame of Tar Valon"

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Ein Sommer in Italien (2025) dir. Stefanie Sycholt

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I SCREAMMMM

(I have no one to talk to about it😔😔)

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DONNA MURPHY as MURIEL LANDON Brilliant Minds · S01E08 · "The Lovesick Widow"

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real footage of what happened when they weren’t filming

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New

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I’m not sure if you’ve discussed it before, but do you ever plan on writing again? Even if it wasn’t for Gwen anymore, would you do Lisa’s characters? Or have you lost the passion to do so?

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fun fact: i actually have written for lisa’s characters! they are on my side blog @lot-of-nothing ! i have been writing sporadically for my OCs as well but that’s not really anything i post on tumblr.

i am working through the beginnings of a new melissa schemmenti fic too! (no major progress, just chapter outlines and discussions with friends).

my passion for writing ebbs and flows. sadly it depends on how much writing i need to do for work. during writing heavy times, its hard for me to want to come home and keep typing. i will say that its always so nice to get more content and media from muse celebs bc that drive my writing too :))

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What does your username mean?

honestly i have no clue. i thought i was being edgy when i was 14 im pretty sure because daydreams and cement felt like they were contradictory.

while living with two civil engineers, i would learn that cement is also just a fucking powder. 14 year old me was actually thinking about concrete. <3

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PATTI LUPONE as Helen in Summer of Sam (1999)

once again I MUST THANK @yourbasicqueerie for sending me the movie thank you so sooo muuuch 💓

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i dont hate you guys i swear i just have really shitty memory

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The Chariot • Lilia x Reader [NSFW]

You ask Lilia a tarot related question at an-- inconvenient time.

MDNI!!!! did this for a lovely friend :3 (hi Margot)

tags: plot?? what plot?, shameless smut, strap on sex, squirting, praise, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, teasing, fluff !

A/N: I LOVE THIS GERIATRIC LOSER!!!! the ao3 link is here

The Chariot: The seventh major arcana in a tarot deck, The Chariot represents endurance, willpower, and determination.

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“Come on, mama– give me one more.” You rasp, nosing at the tender flesh behind Lilia’s ear. You were coaxing little whimpers and pants from her, hilted in her cunt in a way that had the older woman’s eyes glazing over. Her brows pulled together, ecstasy coating her features as she pouted, moaning when you pulled your hips back, working the toy cock out of her aching core. “I won’t move again until you answer me, miele.” You croon, a deceptively gentle hand coming to clear a salt and pepper curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear. 

Lilia only groaned, reddened cheeks and chest flushing a deeper shade of crimson as you pulled the toy from her, running its shaft through her folds, revelling in the filthy sounds her body produced. Your kiss swollen lips quirked as you considered her state, probing her face for any sign of give. She might fold now, or it may take another hour of coaxing. Regardless, you waited.

After a long beat of silence, Lilia piped up, huffing. “F–fuck y/n no more!” The witch was whining out of embarrassment– but mostly need. She still had half the brain to push at your sternum, pursing her lips and pathetically whining yet again. “Stop teasing me…”

“I know, I know…I’m so mean.” You chuckled, pressing a teasing kiss to her nose. Lilia’s face scrunched up, a surprisingly soft moment passing between the two of you. It soon passed when you reached down, gripping the base of your strap and pressing it firmly against Lilia’s dripping entrance.  “Remember the card for today?” Your question was designed to catch her off guard, and by the looks of it– it worked. 

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, quickly furrowing as she tried to clear the haze of lust and desire clouding her thoughts. 

“Wh-what?” She managed, using that tone that made her seem oh-so-innocent. Of course, you knew better– but her charms always had a way of getting to you, even if she wasn’t trying to seem cute. 

You offer a gentle chuckle, thrusting your hips forward, the slap of skin on skin filling the small space of her living room. “The card for today, baby. What was it?” You grit out, tongue running along your teeth as you soak up the pornographic moan that tore from your wife. The divination witch curls around you, her legs locking around your hips, a frivolous attempt to hold you inside of her. She squeezed around you with fervor, big brown eyes full of promise and need. 

Lilia choked, shaking her head as if trying to shake off the growing ache pulsing in her core. “The– the Chariot.” A shooting sense of pleasure rolled up her spine, body trembling as it responded to the plasticine cock buried deep inside of her. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, the pleasure so overwhelming the sensations bordered on painful.

You try again, leaning down to whisper low in her ear– the words worming their way into her mind, wrapping around her senses and making her dizzy. “Tell me, amore mio…what does it mean?” 

“Please, my love–” Lilia whimpered, her fingers coming to tangle in your hair, lips parting in desperation as she panted out pleas and small whines. You almost break, hips canting slightly. You wanted to give Lilia everything she was asking for, but you wanted to watch her melt into a boneless puddle more. The witch beneath you let out a stilted breath, hand slipping to claw at your back. With a small hum, you lean down, dragging your tongue along the column of the older woman’s throat. 

“Tell me, Lilia.” You grunt, wanting to pull every ounce of sanity you can from the witch. A rough hand comes to the back of her neck, squeezing firmly to remind her of her place. “Be a good girl and tell me what it stands for.” To emphasise your point, you rolled your hips, the hilt of the strap pressing insistently against Lilia’s clit. 

The older witch keens, back arching into the mattress, her chest pressing against yours as she heaved, trying to push growing desperation down. It was not working. If she wasn’t in such a terribly compromising position, Lilia would grump at you more, but instead she acquiesced– her words coming out frantic and whiny. “The Chariot– en-endurance…willpower– fuck-! S-self-control-!”

“Good girl…” You purr, holding the side of her face as she preened under your hold– the praise making her glow. Her flushed features soften, gaze falling to your own as she nods frantically. 

She is a good girl. The best. 

“M-mmhm–!” Lilia cried, panting heavily as you gently pulled away from her face, causing the older woman to whine at the loss. She couldn’t stay angry for long, though. Your hips snapping forward after dragging out of her, beginning a brutal and steady pace. 

Lilia was quickly reduced to a babbling mess, fully putty in your hands. You quickly move to grip her hips, half moon marks marring the soft skin beneath your fingers. With a low hum, you maneuver onto your knees, pushing Lilia’s legs further apart as a result, her ankles unhooking to allow you easier access to her pretty cunt. 

“That’s my girl, good girl…mm–”

Her breath caught at the determination etched into your features, she always found it so damn sexy when you put exponential effort into pleasing her. You leaned down, head hung by her ear as you drove into your wife with reckless abandon, huffing out little praises with each explosive moan and whimper Lilia gave you.

“B-baby..-” Lilia’s hands scraped down your back, nails leaving deep red lines through the skin as you pistoned into her, lips parting in a silent cry. The older woman’s hold became frantic, pulling at and grasping whatever part of you she could. “M-mm’gonna– I’m–” 

“Come on, mama…Come for me.” 

Lilia needs no more permission, her body seizing as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, tears streaking down her cheeks at the overwhelming euphoric pleasure. Your hips increased their pace, pounding into her, unwavering in your enthusiasm. She cried out– a strangled, pathetic noise ripping from her as you worked her over the rolling tides of her climax. 

Looking down at your lover, you took in her blissed out expression, watching her come down from her high. Her features were pinched, beginning to relax as your pace slowed. A little noise escaped her when you leaned in, pressing a loving kiss to her lips. She reciprocated instantly, nipping at your bottom lip and leaning up to lick a trickle of sweat off your temple with a chuckle. 

“Wow, darling…” You breathe, looking down to where you and Lilia were connected, her slick painting both sets of thighs, a small wet patch seeping into the blanket set out beneath you. “That exciting, was it?” A teasing tone pulls at your voice, earning you a slap to the shoulder from your wife.

“I– hey! I didn’t– I didn’t think that would happen..” She admitted, cheeks flushing at the evidence of her own arousal coating the both of you. 

“I, for one, think it’s beautiful.” You retort, leaning fully down to rest your chest against your lover’s, slowly and carefully removing the toy from Lilia. She groans at the loss, quickly pulling you back in for a hug. It was times like these when the two of you would lay together, unconcerned about the mess, unconcerned about the sweat. Laying body to body with the most beautiful woman in the world was seldom an opportunity you would pass up. 

Your thumb comes to idly wipe away tears, kissing at her cheeks with a soft smile. Lilia studies you, then. Her lips parting as if she wanted to say something, before she ultimately decides against it. 

“What?” A defensive look from you has Lilia giving in.

“I was just going to say that you were most definitely the chariot in this situation.” 

You snorted, grinning down up at your wife from your position laid on her chest. “Mm, why? because you were riding me? In a very determined way, might I add.” 

“Shut up! Good God...”

“You love it.”

“I married you, didn’t I?”

“Mmmm-hm.”

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Gwendoline Christie attends the 2025 EE BAFTA Film Awards.

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GWENDOLINE CHRISTIE EE BAFTA Film Awards (Feb 16, 2025)

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