#50s mood

[annoyingthemesong]

SUBLIME CINEMA #661 - CAROL

Todd Haynes and Ed Lachman have collaborated on some great films together, their evocation of the 50's studio films and Douglas Sirk in Far From Heaven and Carol is exemplary: beautiful, bold pastel colors, stark lighting, shot on 16mm and carefully selected lenses that would have been common back in that period.

Lachman has been outspoken about his distaste for a lot of modern digital, mush-like cinematography, the kind of magoo blandness often synonymous Netflix productions. Lachman's filmography reads like a who's who for film lovers. From Herzog to Robert Altman, Todd Solondz, Larry Clark, Sofia Coppola and Steven Soderbergh, it's his work with Todd Haynes that still stands out as particularly gorgeous.

[naughtymilf71]

Monday boobs, because why the hell not?

[desireswithingirls]

Marilyn Monroe.

[flatchestka]

Ready for the ball of the century?

[rollercoasterwords]

most baffling thing to me in this fandom is when people will be like “omg wait this line is JUST like the lyrics of This One Taylor Swift Song am i crazy or is that not a coincidence 👀👀” and then the line in question is like. “i love you.” ur crazy girl xx

[r0seb100d]

JACK DUNCAN MOODBOARD

Hope you enjoy! 🤍

[tanked-up]

Price was on Sick leave so he asked the team to send him pictures of them being “responsible”

The responsible + recruit who got dragged into it

[doctorsiren]

another round of testing textured canvases

[pursuecrazylife]

Why can't we have nice things?

I mean I can't blame Habeck though, if I had to listen to Weidel's opinions on these TV talk shows I'd probably give up as well

[jdms-flat-ass]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, sideways, upside down, back to front, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried, against the wall, outside, in a train, on the train tracks, on a plane, in the car, in the dumpster, on a motorcycle, on the back of a truck, next to the urinal, on a trampoline, in the pool, in the garden, bent over 180 degrees, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, mouth watering, ass clenching, ass licking, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, thigh quaking, knuckle cracking, booty ripping, jaw dropping, jaw tearing, hair pulling, teeth chattering, mind boggling, soul snatching. overstimulating, vile, sloppy, coma inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bleeding, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, stimky, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone crushing, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, Noah’s ark, devious, scrumptious, stupefying, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head spinning, soul evaporating, vulcano erupting, sweat dripping, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, expecto patronim, expelliarmus, lip locking, skin shedding, eye twitching, pussy popping, nail chipping, back shots, spectacular, insanity, panty dropping, magnificent, unique, extraordinarv, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming like rabies, from the red sea to the demilitarized zone, in front of the president, the FBI listening in, while riding the camel, in outer-space, with cock-big19, with a broken leg, bare-face, on the stage at a concert…

[harbingersglory]

Hello, could I have transfem Signora x fem!reader smut? Any scenario is fine, just need dom Signora railing me 😩

{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, dom la signora, transfem la signora {☆} warnings 18+ content, restraints, temperature play, face fucking, degradation, pet play

There's a moment of silence that lingers for far too long, the cold nipping at your exposed skin until you feel shivers wrack your body. You squirm instinctively, seeking out the fading warmth of the thick furs laid out beneath you, yet finding nothing but the cold that chills you to your bones. You can't even see, your eyes covered by black fabric, silk tying your arms together behind your back.

It's almost torturous waiting like this. Your knees sink further into the fur as you lean your weight forward slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. You begin to wonder if Signora left you there– maybe you'd annoyed her earlier and she was punishing you. You hoped not. She wasn't known for being lenient when it came to punishments.

But the brush of her fingers along your jawline squashed that fear, your breath hitching as her thumb glided over your throat, the heat of her skin making you shudder. The contrast of the cold room, of your freezing body, to the unnatural heat that simmers beneath her skin is immense– your knees would have definitely buckled if you hadn't been kneeling already.

"Did you think I'd left you here all alone? You're shaking like a dog." The soft, biting lilt was nothing more than a murmur, but for you it was impossible not to hear the pleased tone beneath the roughness of her voice. Your heart leaps into your throat when her fingers trace back up along your jawline, lifting your head and tilting it back just enough to be uncomfortable.

You open your mouth to speak, but your words are silenced by her thumb slipping past your lips instead– you don't fight back, even though the sudden intrusion catches you off guard enough you almost bite her finger instead. You almost consider doing it anyway, but she's so rarely in a good mood it feels rude to spoil it.

"Pets don't speak until they're told," She chides, pressing down on your tongue slightly and laughing at the way you almost choke in surprise. "And I don't remember giving you permission."

You can only manage a garbled whine in response, your face burning in embarrassment– but it's quickly silenced by the click of her tongue and the creak of the old chair you know sits by the fireplace, her thumb sliding out between your lips to drag you closer. Close enough to feel the rush of heat across your skin as your cheek is pressed against her thigh, her hands resting on the back of your head. You can't see it, but you sure can imagine the smug smile that must be tugging at her lips right about now.

"Let's see about fixing your little disobedient streak, darling." She murmurs, digging her nails into your scalp and tugging you even closer, the furs beneath you doing little to prevent the ache in your knees from kneeling. But you don't complain– you know what she wants, and you want it too. "Open."

Like the dog she seems so fond of treating you as, you listen– you're not as surprised this time when her fingers fill your mouth, forcing it open even further until you can feel the saliva collecting and dribbling down your chin. She doesn't seem to mind, even laughing at how pitiful you probably look, drooling all over her fingers.

But Signora is a hard woman to satisfy, and this will hardly do anything other then work her up enough to really break you in. You can just barely hear the rustle of fabric over your heartbeat, gloved hands tugging you closer and forcing you to press right up against the edge of the chair. It's almost uncomfortable, the way the chair presses against your chest, but she always has you teetering on that fine edge.

"Perhaps you can be trained after all." Signora's voice is like a balm, the heat of her body driving away the cold and urging you impossibly closer, until you feel her hand guide you down just as her fingers slip out of your mouth again– right up until you feel her cock against your cheek. "Show me that you can be obedient, mutt, and maybe I'll let you sit on my lap."

You know she's just dangling a treat just out of reach, but you can't help but reach for it anyway.

Your tongue drags across the underside of her cock, so slow you can hear the hiss that rattles in her chest halfway between pleasure and impatience. You take your time anyway, lingering until you reach the tip and press a kiss against it. You almost wish you could see her face, but she's never been fond of expressing anything outwardly when you can see it– just the idea of her brows furrowed, of her face flush and her lip caught between her teeth..it's enough.

It's not hard to imagine it anyway when the heat grows hotter, nearly turning the room into an oven before she catches herself. You aren't stupid enough to mention it, but your smile must be enough, because a low growl makes you shiver– so you drag your tongue from the base to the tip again, revel in the way it throbs beneath your tongue. For a moment you almost have something like control, your saliva dripping down her aching cock as you lap at it like a mutt.

But you're both growing impatient– the sharp click of her nails against the chairs arms makes you shudder, urging you to lift yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around the head with a muffled groan. You consider dragging it out just a moment longer, just to see if you can get her to whine, but she knows you better then you do– before you can even blink, her hand shoves you down. You, predictably, gag. Your throat burns from the stretch, but it's not unpleasant, eased by the pleasured hiss that tumbles from her lips. Signora at least has the mercy to let you get used to it for a moment before she drags you back up, the emptiness in your throat making you whine before she's shoving her cock back down your throat. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your own sounds of pleasure muffled and garbled as she does it again– and again.

"Finally quiet, mutt?" She laughs, but it's strained– her voice quivers slightly as she fucks your throat like your nothing but a toy to her, drool dribbling down your chin and tears staining the blindfold. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I'd have done it a long time ago."

You so badly want to do something, but with your hands tied behind your back and her fucking your face so rough, so fast, you can barely even think..there's not much you can do but let her, your cunt clenching around nothing. You really hope she wasn't lying about that reward, for once. You're practically dripping on her floor while she uses you, just barely able to squeeze your thighs together for a fraction of friction.

It only serves to make you more desperate, though.

"Fuck– or maybe you're too stupid to know better. You'd just let any pretty woman with a cock use you," Her breathing was getting heavier, more strained, but her grip on your hair didn't relent. Neither did the harsh thrust of her hips, her cock constantly hammering into your throat until you felt dizzy. "You're lucky I'm even willing to train a mutt like you."

Your mind starts to feel fuzzy, the words blending together until she digs her nails into your scalp and forces you down again– and keeps you there. You nearly gag again when you feel her shudder, her cock throbbing in your mouth as her cum spills down your throat, your hands straining against the silk binding them together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nostrils flaring and your body tensing– you don't even realize you'd briefly lost consciousness until your find yourself on her lap, rather then on your knees, her hands brushing the strands of hair stuck to your face with sweat out of your eyes.

It's the most gentle she's been all night– and likely as gently as she will be tonight. You lean into her touch anyway, groaning softly and shuddering at the taste of her on your tongue mixed with her cock throbbing against your thigh.

"I'm not done yet, darling. Did you think I'd let you get away with a little light training?" She laughs, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss that's far too gentle to your cheek, the warmth of her body almost suffocating– but you welcome it, like you always do.

So you nod, smiling drowsily and spreading your legs like a good pet should.

[sysig]

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[diam1nd]

short length starter call mayhaps ?

[cutewarlock]

[yedincievdekikiz]

[annabelle--cane]

the issue with performing arts being the thing you love to do is that they're all audition based so can't just do them, you have to be good or they won't let you