#[ c: dominique. ]

[ferrarer17]

How getting Wynonna Earp back for a 90 minute tv movie feels.

How getting it back for more series would feel:

[lapsusophobia]

and what if I do an over exaggerated analysis on the song Subway by Chappell Roan and why it is such and Erik/Christine coded song HUH WHAT THEN WHAT ARE Y’ALL GONNA DO

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

hp next gen au info (in age order until after Louis)

James, Albus & Lily=Hinny kids

Victoire, Dominique & Louis = Bleur kids

Roxanne & Freddie = George x Angelina kids

Molly & Lucy = Perciver kids

Rose & Hugo = Romionie kids

Frank & Alice = Nannah kids

Lorcan & Lysander = Luna x Rolf kids

[odinsblog]

I hate sellouts with a passion, but I try to remember something I once read:

“Every minority and every people has its share of opportunists, profiteers, freeloaders and escapists. The hammer blows of discrimination, poverty and segregation must warp and corrupt some. No one can pretend that because a people may be oppressed, every individual member is virtuous and worthy. The real issue is whether in the great mass the dominant characteristics are decency, honor and courage.”

—Martin Luther King Jr., Why We Can't Wait, 1968

Anyway, this may be old news for some of us, but definitely not for all of us. Salute to all of the Black and Brown people with morals and heart, who don’t sellout, even though the overwhelming majority of us could easily get rich quick (if we were sellouts). 🫡

[pvnks0ul]

That time when dominique finally found someone shorter than her and started acting up

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Se7en 1995

[theonlyadawong]

Jaja's African Hair Braiding

Written by Jocelyn Bioh

Dir. Whitney White

Samuel J. Friedman Theatre, 2023

This dazzling world premiere welcomes you into Jaja’s bustling hair braiding shop in Harlem where every day, a lively and eclectic group of West African immigrant hair braiders are creating masterpieces on the heads of neighborhood women. During one sweltering summer day, love will blossom, dreams will flourish and secrets will be revealed. The uncertainty of their circumstances simmers below the surface of their lives and when it boils over, it forces this tight-knit community to confront what it means to be an outsider on the edge of the place they call home.

(Photos by Matthew Murphy)

[nupaintings]

[wayhaughtsideofhabenero]

Carpe Demon?

Okay soooo, I was strolling IMDB trying to find anything Wynonna Earp: Vengence related and looked at Emily’s upcoming projects. There was 1 project listed called “Elsewhere, Carpe Demon” but it has no information, so naturally I googled it.

This is complete speculation/my hopeless imagination, but the plot of this seems like it could very well be kind of Wynonna-y?

A MOM, new to the domestic life turns out to be a retired DEMON HUNTER?!? Her supernatural past comes crawling back when she’s attacked by a DEMON (REVENANT?)AGAIN?!?!

I’m not saying it’s Wynonna, but can I please just pretend it’s Wynonna for like five minutes?

[opelman]

Rallye Critérium Jean-Louis Dumont 2022 by Ste Tit

[ruleof3bobby]

BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER (2022) Grade: C

Could/should had been much better. The story & char's had no depth. They wasted the Namor character, who is one of the most badass marvel characters. They didn't get involve into his background at all. Felt like a rushed movie.

[ferrarer17]

[lapsusophobia]

I Want You More Than Anything In The World

Status: scrapped/unfinished

TW: mild sexual content , nudity , Tease, non-graphic smut (?), this literally stops beforehand I have to idea how to tag it

Pair(s): Erikstine except Christine is vampire and this is very out of context

Note: happy new year everyone!!! until I actually find both the motivation AND inspiration to write (for I believe I have left those in the year that has just passed) I decided to take out another half-baked cookie from my little basket of horrors and goodies. pray for me to actually get back to writing and enjoy this little threat xx

"I want you. I want you more than I want the finest blood in the world. I want to be one with you, to know that, tonight, you will be mine. That you’ll give yourself to me and I’ll do the same. No masks, no armor and no barriers. Corpse to corpse, dead flesh to dead flesh. Let us be no longer ashamed of our natures, if only for a night. Let us be monsters in love. Let me feel your touch on my cold, unalive, skin, let me take you to a dance like no other. Let me create a different sound that you have never heard of. Let me help you make a different kind of music.” Christine pleaded and with her right hand removed the hard black mask from his face that had left red marks on his sunken cheeks and ugly nose from the countless hours he had worn it that day. But nothing mattered then, except to strip themselves off the skins they lived in and face each other as they were: two creatures who wanted nothing but love. Who craved nothing but to be wanted.

Erik gently unlaced her corset and tossed it aside, then she raised her arms to help him get rid of her white chemise, leaving her chest exposed. Her skin was a beautiful shade of cinnamon yet faded and not as bright and luminous as it had been when she was still alive. Here and there her shoulders were sprinkled with small dark dots which matched the ones on her nose and cheeks. Her breasts were nowhere symmetrical and slightly unbalanced, her nipples a grayish shade of raspberry wine, and stretch marks were marking their flesh. He blushed, the palest shade of poppy red coloring his cadaveric face. Christine smiled sweetly in the corner of her mouth and slid off her drawers and stockings in a second, leaving her completely nude, exposed before his eyes. Her body was round, apple shaped with round hips, covered in stretch marks as well and a few chatten hairs here and there. With all the imperfections and flaws common to human bodies, she was a goddess. His goddess. He would never see her otherwise, and he would always remember this moment when his cursed eyes met the glance of the Lord’s most glorious statue. Erik noticed how she kept his gaze from meeting his own, causing him to raise one of his dark eyebrows and look her in the eyes.

“Nervous? Before your Erik?” he asked, slightly concerned, placing a hand on her waist and pulling her a little closer to him. Then lifted his face enough to bury his nose between her breasts and kiss her there.

“No one ever looked at me like I am. . .” Christine didn’t finish her sentence, couldn’t, for the words refused to come. Instead she buried her hands in his raven’s land, caressing his scalp.

“A wonder? A statue sculpted out of the finest alabaster? That’s what you are, my beautiful, beautiful Christine. Every inch of your body is a work of art.”

Christine kissed his forehead furrowed by Port Wine stains, caressing each mark with her plum coloured lips, then his lashless eyelids — first came the cold, ice blue eye, then the mesmerizing left cognac one which she would sip like a fine drink if she could. She even placed a kiss on the hideous, barely existent flesh of his nose and in the very end on his thin, paper-like lips. She took his bottom lip between her teeth and bit it softly with her vampire canines. A droplet of blood fell on her tongue and she swallowed it pleased, smiling to herself as he slid his tongue in her mouth and tangled it with hers. She made herself busy by unbuttoning his vest and shirt, and to her surprise he didn’t show any signs of protests and let the clothes fall without any remorse. She studied his pale, bony chest and ran a hand on his scar covered torso. Alas, she could feel his ribs! And there were so many wounds, so many stitches! She recognised a knife gash that went along his clavicle which didn’t heal right. Cigar burns which would never fade on his belly. When she ran her fingers across his spine she shivered at the touch of multiple whip marks across his back. Oh, her poor Maestro! Her poor Erik! How her heart burned right now with a lust for revenge! How she wished that every single criminal, every demon who had laid a hand on him to still breathe, only for her to cut their hearts out with her bare hands! She didn’t realize her inner fires had started showing and darkening her sight until Erik cupped her cheeks with his hands, bringing her back in the room with him.

“Mon cher, do not let the memory of my monsters consume you. Let those phantoms die tonight. We’ll face them tomorrow, when daylight will bring them back to life.” he whispered in her ear, pressing a soft kiss on her jawline as her violinist hands stroked his raven’s land. He continued leaving butterflies on her skin and was slowly going down her neckline and then under her left breast, where her heart had once beaten and was now resting lifeless yet full of love in her ribcage. Then he took the small flesh of her nipple in his mouth and gently began to suck on it, circling the areolae of her breast with his tongue. Christine responded with a sweet murmur, pushing his head delicately to encourage him in his action. He bit her playfully, leaving halfmoon marks all over the flesh of her breast, going up once again to mark her neck with the tattoos of his mouth. Between soft gasps, she slid in his lap, tangling her beautiful legs around his waist as if claiming something that was rightfully hers and no one else’s to share with. And he was. He was hers and only hers. He was and would be whatever his Angel of Music would want him to be. Lover, Servant, Maestro. He would do whatever it took to please his Goddess.

[nessieplots]

Dominique Norris é uma supermodelo e empresária britânica-belga. no momento, ela está aberta para plots.

(+) criativa, gentil e leal.

(-) materialista, ingenua e reservada.

[kiwis-n-koffee]

Hold on cause.... Why the suit got braids???

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Rag Doll 2019