#Dicky Williams

[soulmusicsongs]

My Woman (Makes It Hard To Go Home To My Wife) - Dicky Williams (Tripple Dyn-O-Mite, 1978)

[jeremydaviesarchive]

some Dickie Bennett Moments™ from Justified 02x01: The Moonshine War

[darkimpala1897]

Happy Easter! So here's....

Masters Of Air crew and Easter egg hunting.

Bucky: Stole all the "special eggs"

Croz: Got only like ten eggs, said he was fine. He wasn't.

Buck: he watched like a parent, hands on the hips and everything.

Murphy: opened the eggs well still hunting them.

Blakely: opened the eggs, stole the candy and proceeded to put it back.

Brady: only found Blakelys unfill eggs.

Hambone: thought he could eat the plastic eggs, someone had to explain to him that he couldn't.

DeMarco: Brought Meatball, saying he wanted to hunt eggs.

Douglass: stealing eggs from everyone elses baskets.

Kidd: hid them the night before, made sure that they'd be finding eggs until the next year.

Lemmons: Helped everyone find eggs, mostly because he could squeeze into pretty much anything.

Rosie: Spent all night filling the eggs.

Winks: Saves eggs for Lemmons.

Quinn: Checks in every spot that nobody thought of.

Bailey: Found no eggs mostly because he was making sure Quinn didn't get himself lost.

BabyFace: Got extremely hyper on the candy, and he ran around for about two hours afterwards.

Smokey: Complained because he kept finding eggs in his office till New Years.

Harding: Giving everyone hints, terrible hints but hints.

Bubbles: Helped Crosby find eggs, but somehow he himself ended up with the most.

Stormy: Planned the whole thing with Kidd and Rosie because he's the weather guy.

Curt: Complained about Bucky stealing the special eggs, because he wanted one.

Dickie: Stole a special egg from Bucky, for Curt.

Fredkin: Said he wasn't going to join, because it's for kids. That lasted ten minutes.

Macon: Got invited by DeMarco, had a absolute blast.

Daniels: He brought dinner for afterwards, but he ended up joining helping DeMarco and Macon.

Jefferson: Watched from the sidelines, drew visual hints to help Harding.

[deepestconnoisseurmoon]

The VVitch (2015)

[potterandpromises]

3x08 liveblog (probably objectively the best episode this season):

Visiting director? I wish I could tell if that was supposed to be someone we know… (Teddy Dimas)

Her baby boy : (

That guy (Oliver, I think) teetering on the edge of the building in the intro.

“I’ve been crashing with Theo for now.” Vibrating. I hope we get to see even 10 seconds (!!!) of that before this season’s over.

“I have a lot to figure out.” I’m so wondering if she suspects Tobert at all. I’m not sure if her trust in him feels out of character because she doesn’t actually trust him, or because we’re meant to think she’s not doing well.

The best parts of this season for me, someone who doesn’t care about theater, have been the time spent with the trio together and with minor characters we already know from previous seasons. So many shows keep trying to expand their universe when what they should really be doing is going deeper into themselves. I hope next season’s victim is an Arconia resident who makes that happen.

We could just assume Gregg was allowed to post bail, but actually I think kidnapping and attempted murder are just misdemeanors in this universe.

Great entrance from Detective Williams.

Who’s ‘they?’

I feel like Cliff and Donna, at least by themselves, are just too easy, but their reaction to the critic is pretty incriminating.

I like how the trio and Detective Williams are friends now.

Howard and his fanfic.

Usually I don’t really care about Howerd but I’m liking him this episode.

I’m fairly certain that isn’t a weighted blanket.

What will Loretta do to protect her child?

DW, probably: ‘wow, old friends really SHOULD be forgotten and never brought to mind.’

“You know killers sometimes insert themselves into investigations.” She totally suspects Tobert at least a little bit.

“Isn’t he like 50?” “Yeah, he’s a child.” That line makes me feel so many things.

Wouldn’t it be funny if it WAS Bobo and K.T.

🎶which of the Pickwick triplets did it🎵

The more episodes that pass, the more I think Ben and Co staged the poisoning/first death.

This IMovie editing is a little overwhelming to look at.

“What if none of it is true?” !!!!

Loretta’s gonna confess to protect Dickie, isn’t she?

I wish all the episodes of this season were this good.

“With Tobert’s GoPro, we recorded everything.” Yeah, what else did Tobert('s GoPro) record?

Redemption!

Donna starring into the camera is just as uncomfortable as it’s probably meant to be.

(I’m guessing Ben didn’t even drink his protein shake? ‘Fucking pig’)

That whole thing was so dramatic in the best way possible.

Not sure where I'm at with the Ben faking his own death theory after that. Need time to process.

[brawley1492]

Love those "I'm pregnant" Ricky moments on ... Nicky Ricky Dicky and Dawn on (YouTube)

[oceanwithinsblog]

oh my .... i've just watched ep8 and i've never screamed so loud and so many times in the span of 40 minutes for a wide number of reasons. WHAT A RIDE I'M SO EMO RN

[tcmparty]

@tcmparty live tweet schedule for the week beginning Monday, January 02, 2023. Look for us on Twitter…watch and tweet along…remember to add #TCMParty to your tweets so everyone can find them :) All times are Eastern.

Friday, Jan. 06 NANCY DREW Double Feature

8:00 p.m. NANCY DREW...DETECTIVE (1938) A teen-aged sleuth investigates a wealthy woman's disappearance.

9:15 p.m. NANCY DREW...REPORTER (1939) A teen-aged sleuth sets out to prove a young girl innocent of murder charges.

[denimbex1986]

'The Snapshot: In Netflix’s Ripley, Andrew Scott is Thomas Ripley, a sociopathic grifter living in New York in the early 1960s who is hired by a wealthy man to travel to Rome and bring the man’s son home to America. This begins a journey of deceit, fraud and murder.

(The limited series premiered April 4 on Netflix, and all episodes are now streaming)

The Performance: Criminals are fun to play. They’re inherently bad, and being bad is fun. That’s why some actors revel in playing villains because they get to take these bad characters — bad as in lacking moral fortitude, not in substance — and make them somehow sympathetic. The best villains, after all, believe that they’re right. Take the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s Thanos. He was a genocidal maniac, but in his heart, he only wanted peace. Mass murder and the deaths of quadrillions of living beings were just a necessary side effect.

Thomas Ripley, however, has no such lofty ambitions, he’s just a low-level con man out for himself, preferably with as little effort as possible. The hero, or rather anti-hero, of a series of famous novels by Patricia Highsmith, Ripley has been adapted before, most memorably by Anthony Minghella in the 1999 film The Talented Mr. Ripley. In that version, Matt Damon played the role to moderate acclaim. The issue was that he was overshadowed by the man playing the ill-fated Dickie Greenleaf, Jude Law, who scored an Oscar nomination for his efforts.

There’s no chance of that happening this time around.

In the latest screen version, Netflix has given us an eight-episode limited series from writer-director Steven Zaillian, who won an Oscar for writing Schindler’s List. The title role is played by Irish thespian Andrew Scott, who just about explodes off the screen in a remarkable turn that is alternately seductive and menacing, and so powerful that, no matter who else is in the frame, you can’t take your eyes off him.

The mistake a lot of actors make when playing a sociopath is to tip their hand too early. Giving clues as to their intentions and inherent evil. Scott avoids this by keeping a very cool veneer, even as he’s plotting how he’s going to get where and what he needs. There’s no wink at the audience, no self-conscious smirk to clue us into what he’s got going on. Instead, he gives us a man who appears to be the essence of calm. He is serene. He is a glassy pond at sunrise, without the slightest ripple, until he is ready.

That moment comes at the end of the first episode, when he finally shows us some semblance of his true self, in a chilling moment that sets up the rest of the story. No spoilers here, but suffice it to say, it’s much more menacing than seductive, although there is plenty of the latter in store.

Scott is a brilliant actor who has played his share of villains, but what makes his Ripley so much more interesting than, say, Damon’s, is how relatable he makes the criminal feel. There’s a quiet desperation to him at the story’s beginnings, but not an overwhelming one. Scott acts so much with his eyes that we both empathize with him and wonder what’s going on behind them. They may be the windows to the soul, but Scott wields them instead as mirrors, and that paradoxically serves to draw us in further.

One doesn’t have to love villains to love particular villains. We can pick and choose, based on who the villain is or, even better, how that villain is portrayed. James Bond fans have their favorite versions of Blofeld, for instance, and Batman fans have their favorite Joker. Take some time to sit down with Andrew Scott. He’ll likely become your favorite Ripley.

The Career: Andrew Scott had already been a working actor for more than a decade when he showed up in the BBC’s monumental 2010 version of Sherlock, which made Benedict Cumberbatch an international star. He appeared in both Saving Private Ryan and Band of Brothers, for instance, and played Colonel William Smith in four episodes of HBO’s John Adams opposite Paul Giamatti. He was in lots of British TV shows and some short films, and he was someone who had something special.

It was his turn as the villainous Moriarty in those Sherlock episodes that took him to the next level. Suddenly, this was a guy who could play a sociopath with charm and wit, adding to the considerable deviousness and menace that would show up again in several nasty roles, of course, most recently Netflix’s Ripley. In the immediate aftermath of Sherlock came Daniel Craig’s fourth outing as James Bond, Spectre, in which Scott was the traitorous C, leader of the British domestic secret service and ally of Christoph Waltz’s Blofeld.

But of course, Scott is far more than that, which he proved in the 2019 second season of Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s seminal Amazon series Fleabag, in which he showed up as a Catholic priest who falls in love with Waller-Bridge’s title character. Scott’s priest was sexy and charming and romantic and made it clear that there was more to this actor than just villains. That was hammered home yet again in 2023, with his leading turn in All of Us Strangers, as a screenwriter who gets a mysterious new way to heal from losing his parents 30 years before. Scott is heartbreaking in the movie, offering a hopeful sadness that is somehow never off-putting. On the contrary, it only serves to make the audience feel for him even more.

The point is, you can’t pin down Andrew Scott. He’s as versatile as they come, and now we get eight episodes of seeing that versatility in action. It’s not just Mister Ripley who’s talented.'

[bambiesfics]

Sub!Ellie Williams x Tease!reader

You pouty little bitch, you loved it didn’t you? You were in your prime, being on your hands and knees underneath Ellie’s desk, the one that held the multivariable calculus homework the pathetic brunette had left open & neglected. The one that you were currently tucked away under.

It held homework that Ellie wasn’t paying any attention to at all—matter of fact— it was homework that she had neglected in favor of unbuckling her belt—pulling it flat against her hips until the prongs popped out—in a haste attempt to shove her underwear and pants past her slim hips, and over the jut of her hip bones and creamy thighs.

Ellie had parted her thighs and carded her knobby fingers through the top of your hair to get a good. solid. grip. to prepare for what was to come.

And there you were, licking up her pink slit like the good little girlfriend you were. Like the good little girlfriend you always want to be, only for Ellie. Your pretty eyes were nearly rolled to the back of your fuzzy brained head, as you greedily milked the musk and slick dripping from Ellie’s cunt onto your tongue. It left you wholesomely fog-brained and pussydrunk. Ellie muttered a litany of crude curses under her breath, curses that could make a Pacific sailor blush pink.

A constant onslaught of “Fuck” and “YES! Ungh” and “Fucking love that little mouth” trembled from between her bitten red lips.

You wanted to be a good little girlfriend to her—a sweet, well-behaved one. But really, you were wholly the opposite. You were the reason she was here, glassy eyed with her clit twitching in your face instead of finishing an assignment that was due in three hours. You were a naughty fucking tease. You were always distracting your girlfriend away from her responsibilities, teasing her with your tits pushed in her face as she ducked her head down to read over notes. Or teasing her with the outline of your ass pressed against your thin sleep pants. Pathetically bending over to throw out balled up paper in the tiny trash bin next to her, as if Ellie was an idiot. Yet the worst of it, the thing that really made you an absolute tease: Was that you were teasing her with that pink little tongue you kept digging into her twitching hole.

You kept up the long licks over her clit, and down over the dip of her vagina until Ellie got so sexually frustrated with your pathetic performance at eating her out, that she grabbed both your chubby cheeks in her mean grip—lifted her hips off the wheeled computer chair and grinded her clit aggressively into your drooling tongue. Dirty, whiny moans garbled from your throat. And quick short breaths came from hers as she came all over her Dickie’s work pants, where she was face fucking you.

You continued to suckle on her spent clit until the sensitivity had overwhelmed her so much she had to grab your puffy cheeks again.

“Baby.”

“Hmm, El?” You responded earnestly, while kneeled between her caged legs, on her carpeted floor.

She dropped her head until it met her chest, her body deflated in the seat.

“Fuck. Just….fuck.”

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Okay, so I'm seeing a lot of rumors in other places of the internet speculating that Charles is hiding a huge medical problem because he's traveling with his own doctors and his own blood supply to Australia and Samoa. I wanted to address this, so:

This is normal, standard operating procedure for the monarch. Travelling with their own blood supply and doctors is more applicable for tours/visits to areas where local hospitals may not be as readily equipped for significant emergencies, which it sounds like the hospitals in Samoa may not be prepared for, just in case.

Here's an article from February 2023, citing a 2016 interview that discusses Queen Elizabeth traveling with her own doctors and blood supply:

And as well, a 2019 article discussing how Queen Elizabeth, Prince Charles, and Prince William travel with a blood supply:

And it's not just the BRF who does this. The POTUS also does this, according to this 2018 NBC News story:

Now Charles could still have other issues, but the presence of physicians and his own blood supply isn't a harbinger of secret medical concerns or that he's in the middle of a huge health crisis. Everyone is absolutely free to worry if they want to, but please, don't get worked up to the point of sleeplessness and anxiety attacks over something that's standard procedure and perfectly normal for heads of state all over the world.

[ellieswrldd]

crazy in love

(pt. 2 to drunk in love)

pairing: modern!ellie williams x reader

summary: after a hot quickie with ellie at a nightclub, the two of you find yourselves extremely into one another. so when she asks to take you out on a date, you agree.

content warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, photography during sex (ellie & reader take pictures during sex), fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), strap-on use (r!receiving), breast play (r!receiving), use of terms pretty girl, baby, and brat (once), ellie calls the strap her cock, very brief spanking, ellie is a bit of a space nerd!, not proofread. a/n: read part 1 if you haven't already! originally, drunk in love was supposed to be a smutty lil one shot but yall gave it sm love that i wanted to do a quick follow-up! tysm for 1k+ notes on the first part <33 (also, nobody is going to stop me from naming my fics after beyonce songs!! they're too good)

Since Dina’s bachelorette party, only one thing had been on your mind. Well, more like one person. Ellie Williams, the cheeky girl who defended you against a creepy guy at the club and then fucked you dumb in the women’s bathroom. After that night, you couldn’t help but blush every time you thought about her. 

You’d been texting with her nonstop, exchanging flirty messages every day. She was dying to take you on a proper date, something unique and romantic, as she described it. And finally, you agreed. 

Tonight, Ellie was picking you up for your date. She was being awfully shady, refusing to share details about what she had planned for the night. 

You sat in your room, touching up your makeup and fidgeting nervously as you waited for Ellie to arrive. Earlier, you had spent an embarrassing amount of time on the phone with Dina, struggling to pick out something to wear. Thankfully, you managed to put something nice together– this time your outfit was a bit less revealing and much more comfortable than what you had worn to the club where you met Ellie. Soon enough, your phone buzzed with a notification of a text from Ellie. 

E: I’m outside, pretty girl. 

Pretty girl. The nickname she’d adorned you with the night that you’d met. It seemed to stick because when you exchanged numbers, Ellie set your contact name as the pet name. Her texts made your stomach leap– every time you saw her name on your home screen, a little smile crept onto your face. 

R: i’ll be out in a second ❤️

Ellie stared at your text while she waited for you in her car. Letting out a flustered sigh, she shut off her phone and tucked it in her pocket. While she really didn’t want to show it, Ellie was nervous about the date. How could she not be? Everything about you made her heart race, even over text. She considered herself more than lucky to have fucked you, let alone in a public bathroom. 

She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at your front door every few seconds. Like you, Ellie had also spent a ridiculous amount of time getting ready. She stood in front of her closet for nearly an hour, groaning in frustration as she tossed her button-downs and graphic tees to the floor. Eventually, she settled on one of her nicer flannels and a pair of Dickies she had yet to wear. A shaky breath left Ellie’s lips as she watched you step past your front door, you looked just as stunning as the night she met you. You met Ellie with a broad smile as you slipped into the passenger seat of her beat-up truck. 

“Hey, Ellie,” You greeted her, your voice soft and low. You leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. “Missed you.” You murmured. 

“You’ve been texting me every day for the last week,” Ellie laughed as her cheeks grew warm. 

“You know what I meant…” You rolled your eyes playfully and slid the seatbelt around your body. “So, what do you have in store for me tonight?”

“Don’t you want it to be a surprise?” Ellie questioned as she put the truck in drive and moved onto the road. 

You let out an exaggerated sigh and reached out to turn the radio on. “If you insist!” You flipped through the stations until a familiar song quietly played through Ellie’s speakers. 

The drive wasn’t long, Ellie asked a few questions about your day, which you happily answered in detail. When she finally parked the car, you were outside a townhouse. The red brick and black accents of the building were softly illuminated by the tall street lamps standing on the sidewalk. “Ellie, is this your place?” You asked, slightly in awe at the vintage aesthetic of the architecture. She nodded, a small smile on her lips. “Is this what you had planned? Taking me to your house and having sex with me?” The words were full of sarcasm but you still wore a playful grin. 

Ellie rolled her eyes and undid her seatbelt. “‘Course not, well– maybe later– but, no. I have something else in mind.” She chuckled.  

You laughed and followed her as she unlocked the front door, your eyes immediately wandering to the houseplants she had on the front steps that led to the entrance. 

“C’mon, this way.” She instructed once you both had kicked off your shoes. Ellie directed you up the stairs, her hand intertwined with yours as you walked together. “Okay, close your eyes,” She placed a hand on your lower back. “No peaking! I’m serious, y/n.” You laughed at her tone and shut your eyes. Ellie opened the door to her bedroom and gently pushed you inside. “Open,” Ellie murmured, her lips gently brushing against your earlobe as she stood behind you.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, carefully taking in the details of your surroundings. Ellie’s room was decorated with lit candles and a large blanket on the floor. She had a plate of snacks waiting on the blanket, accompanied by a bottle of an expensive-looking wine. 

“What is all of this?” You turned to face her. 

Ellie shrugged and stuffed her hands into her pockets. “Well, I wanted to take your stargazing,” She sat on the blanket and looked up at the skylight above her. “But, it’d be too cold outside for it to be enjoyable. Instead, I figured this would be good enough.” Ellie pat the spot on the blanket beside her, gesturing for you to sit with her. You lie next to her, looking up at the skylight. Your eyebrows raised slightly. 

“Wow,” You muttered as you took in the array of stars above you. 

“If you think that’s cool,” Ellie stood up and went to open her closet. She returned holding a white telescope that looked at least a few years old. Ellie placed it between you, positioning it to face the skylight. “Look at this.” She fidgeted with the telescope for a moment before beckoning for you to sit in front of it. 

You leaned forward and closed one eye, the view of the night sky filling your vision. Ellie sat behind you, one hand on your waist as she spoke quietly about the stars. 

“This is so pretty, Ellie.” You pulled away from the telescope to flash a smile at her. 

“Here,” She nudged the telescope slightly to the right and leaned in to talk into your ear. “See that yellowish dot?” You hummed for a moment until your gaze landed on the dot she was talking about. 

“Yeah, I see it.” You squinted through the telescope as you looked closer. 

“That would be Saturn,” Ellie squeezed your hip gently. “Usually, you can only see it during the late summer through the fall.” You pulled away from the telescope to look at Ellie. 

“You’re really into this, aren’t you? The whole space thing?” Ellie nodded and laughed softly. She shrugged off her flannel and revealed the assembly of tattoos that adorned her arms. You stared at her arms for a moment, your eyes stuck on the way her muscles rippled as she moved. You knew she was muscular based on the way she picked you up with ease in the bathroom of the club, but you hadn’t realized how toned she was. 

“I have a few space tattoos on my arms, actually.” She pointed to a detailed tattoo of the sun and moon on her shoulder. You traced your fingers across the dark ink gently. 

“You are such a nerd, Ellie.” You teased as your eyes flicked upwards to meet hers. She laughed and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you onto her lap. 

“Wouldn’t that make you a nerd by association?” Ellie grinned at you, lips only an inch or two from yours. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You replied in a smug tone as you rest your arms on her shoulders. 

“Oh, come here, you tease.” She pulled you in for a kiss, giggling softly against your lips. Ellie’s hands rested on your thighs as you kissed, her thumbs tracing small circles. 

Before the kiss could progress further, Ellie pulled away and kissed your cheek. “I bought some nice wine and snacks– are you hungry?” 

“Yeah, actually, I’m starving.” You laughed and climbed off her, settling back down on the blanket. As Ellie poured you a glass of wine, you looked around her room. Her wall was covered with posters of bands you’d never heard of, paintings, sketches, and photographs. Glancing at her nightstand, you saw a black and white Polaroid camera. “Are you into photography?” You asked as you stood up and grabbed the camera. 

“Oh, yeah. It’s just a hobby of mine, same thing with painting and drawing.” Ellie shrugged as she watched you inspect the camera. “C’mere, let me see it.” She stood and joined you, gently taking the camera from your hands. “Smile,” Ellie instructed while she raised the camera to her eye. 

“You’re going to take a picture of me?” You giggled. 

“Why not? I think you look beautiful.” Ellie lowered the camera a bit so you could see her eyes again. 

“Well, why don’t you take one of both of us? I think I’d like that better,” You said softly. Ellie bit her lip and nodded, gesturing for you to stand beside her. 

“Come close so you’re in the frame,” Ellie slid her free hand around your waist and turned the lens of the camera to face the two of you. “Ready?” You leaned in and gently placed your lips on her freckled cheek, pausing and waiting for the flash of the camera. Ellie smiled, her eyes closed and her cheeks pink as she took the photo. 

After a moment, the camera spit out a small photo of you and Ellie. She passed it to you, her eyes watching your reaction closely as you saw the Polaroid. 

“This is so cute, Ellie!” You exclaimed, glancing from her to the photo. 

“It’s ‘cause you’re so pretty.” She chuckled. “Maybe you should model for me sometime…” Ellie trailed off, her green eyes wandering to your lips. 

“I wouldn’t mind that,” You smirked and pulled away from her to go and sit on the blanket. As you took a long sip from your glass of wine, Ellie joined you and set the camera next to her. 

Time seemed to pass quickly, and conversation flowed easily between you two. Ellie was…perfect, she laughed at all of your jokes, shared her personal stories, and snuck in affectionate touches. You lay side by side, gazing up at the clear night sky through her skylight. You listened to her ramble quietly about space and astronomy, your eyes focused on Ellie’s face as she looked up at the stars.

It didn’t take long for Ellie to catch you staring at her, her cheeks flushing a reddish color. “What?” She giggled as her gaze traveled from your eyes to your mouth. 

“Nothing, just…watching you.” You sighed. Ellie propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at you. She lightly ran her thumb across your lower lip. 

“Was I boring you?” She uttered as you pursed your lips and kissed her thumb as it pressed against your mouth. 

“No, I love watching you geek out. It’s cute.” You flashed a cheeky grin before Ellie swiftly climbed on top of you. With a knee carefully wedged between your thighs, Ellie raised an eyebrow. 

She narrowed her eyes as she looked down at you. “Don’t you know staring is rude?” Ellie whispered, trailing her fingers from your lips down to the valley between your breasts. 

“Why don’t you do something about it then? Maybe you should teach me a lesson.” You breathed, your eyes dark with neediness as you stared at Ellie. She stared at you in silence for a moment, a small smile on her lips. 

“Okay, if you insist…” Ellie laughed softly and pulled her face away from you, her hips moving to straddle yours. She took your hands and pinned them above your head with her left hand. Biting her lip, Ellie reached past your head and grabbed the camera that was resting a short distance from your body. “Said you wouldn’t mind modeling for me, right?” She cooed as she positioned the camera in front of her eyes with her free hand. A quick white flash lit up the room as Ellie took a photo of you. She set the camera next to her leg and began to slowly tug your shirt up. 

Once your bra was revealed, Ellie inhaled sharply. You watched as her tongue darted out to wet her lips while her eyes studied your body hungrily. She lifted the shirt off your body and tossed it to the side. 

“Pretty.” She hummed, gently rubbing one of your nipples through your bra. Ellie was still holding your hands above your head, leaving you completely to her use. 

“Ellie…” A quiet whimper left your lips as Ellie slid a hand under your bra, toying with your hardened nipple.

“What am I going to do with you? Hm?” Ellie muttered and leaned in to kiss your neck. Her teeth grazed the soft skin as she left small love bites down your neck. She reached down to the center of your bra where a front clasp kept your breasts covered. Ellie’s brows bunched together as she fumbled with the tiny clasp. 

“Need some help?” You teased, a cocky grin on your face. She glared at you and bit her lip before her focus returned to the clasp. Ellie finally undid it, the bra falling from your chest. 

“I know how to take off a bra, you brat,” Ellie said, her voice husky despite the soft laugh she let out after the words left her. Pulling her hands away from you, she found the camera once again and pointed the lens toward your exposed tits. “Play with your tits,” She instructed, covering the blush on her cheeks with the camera. 

You didn’t hesitate to obey her instructions, using your now unrestricted hands to pinch your nipples while you looked up at the camera lens. 

“You’re a natural,” Ellie smirked, and she snapped a photo. You squirmed beneath her, desperate for some sort of friction or relief to the ache burning between your legs. You’d been thinking about this moment all night, wondering if sex between you two could get any better after your quickie in the club bathroom. 

“Please,” You whined, toying with your breasts as you pathetically bucked your hips up into Ellie’s. 

“God, you’re so needy.” She whispered. Ellie raised her hips and began unbuttoning your pants, then pulled them off in one swift motion. 

You spread your legs and revealed your panties to Ellie. You watched her reaction closely, smiling softly as you noticed her breathing grow heavy and her eyes dilate when she saw the wetness soaking through your panties. “Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.” 

Ellie laughed and shook her head. Without responding to your remark, she grabbed the camera and took a photo of you spreading your legs. “I’m not sure what I want to do to you yet…” She mumbled. Her slender fingers slowly brushed up and down your bare thighs while her eyes lazily trailed up and down your body. 

“Jus’ fuck me, Ellie.” She didn’t hesitate to tug your panties off your legs as soon as the words left your mouth. You moaned as she slipped a finger gently inside your cunt. 

“You’re going to regret being so demanding, pretty girl,” Ellie said as her dark green eyes returned to yours. Her slow pace soon turned quick as she added another finger and began curling her fingers inside you. You writhed uncontrollably beneath her when her digits brushed against an extra sensitive spot inside you. 

She didn’t wait for you to tell her that you were close to your orgasm– Ellie could tell by the way your walls were clenching around her fingers. In an almost teasing manner, Ellie lowered her head slowly and kept her eyes on you as she pressed her tongue against your clit. The sensation practically made you wail– the feeling of her tongue swirling around your needy bud while her fingers fucked into you persistently was more than enough to make you cum. 

You took Ellie’s camera with shaky hands and took a photo of her going down on you. You caught a glimpse of the Polaroid as it spit out of the camera and fell to the floor. Ellie looked just as perfect in the photo as she did in real life, her freckles standing out against her pale skin, her long, dark lashes fanning over her closed eyes while her tongue was pressed against your cunt. Even the messy strands of hair that fell in front of her face looked flawless. 

“I’m- Mmph!” Your breathy words were interrupted by your moans as your back arched and you came all over her tongue. Your breathing was heavy as Ellie removed her fingers from your slit and slowly licked your juices off her fingers. You closed your eyes as you felt Ellie pull away from you and heard her shuffling throughout the room. 

Ellie’s hand carefully pushed your legs open, and you sighed softly. A quick flash brought your attention back to her as your eyes opened and landed on Ellie’s sly grin. 

“Didn’t think I was done with you just yet, did you, pretty girl?” Ellie cooed as she ran her calloused hand up and down your stomach. Your skin was soft and smooth against her calloused fingers. Hesitantly, you looked down at Ellie’s hips where she was wearing a strap-on dildo over her black boxers. While you’d been coming down from your climax, Ellie had stripped down to her boxers and sports bra and slid on her strap. 

The strap was not the same one she’d fucked you with before– in fact, you were almost certain this one was bigger. It was black and seemingly thicker and longer than the last. You whimpered at the sight of the strap, causing Ellie to chuckle. 

“You asked me to fuck you,” Ellie said, her voice low and raspy as she slid the tip of the strap along your wet cunt. “So I’m going to fuck you and teach you a lesson.” You moaned as she slid the dildo against your clit with more pressure. A soft whine escaped you when Ellie pulled away and sat across from you. 

“What’re you doing?” You asked quietly as you sat up and looked at her. 

“If you want to be fucked so bad, why don’t you do it yourself?” She raised an eyebrow. God, she looked so cocky at that moment. It almost annoyed you that she enjoyed teasing you so much. You huffed in frustration and crawled over to her, settling down in her lap. 

Still grinning, Ellie leaned back against the floor. She looked up at you with one hand behind her head, the other loosely gripping your hip. You pouted and placed your hands on her toned stomach. Slowly, you raised your hips and pushed the strap into your dripping slit. 

Almost immediately, the room was filled with your moans and whines while the strap sunk deeper and deeper inside of you. Ellie shut her eyes and her grip on your hip tightened slightly, hushed curse words spilling from her lips. With one hand, Ellie snatched the camera and hurriedly took a Polaroid of you sinking onto the strap, your face contorted in pleasure. 

“So deep…” You panted. Ellie moved her hands up and down your hips, forcefully grinding your hips against her own every time you slid back down on the strap. 

“Taking it so well, fuck,” She groaned and bucked her hips upwards. You threw your head back and moaned loudly when she thrust into you. Ellie’s breathing was heavy, and her hands grasped at your hips so tightly you swore she was going to leave bruises. Her hand wandered, rubbing your lower stomach while she fucked into you. She pressed against your stomach with her hand, causing you to gasp loudly. “Shit, swear I can feel my cock inside of you like this,” She bit her lip and kept her hand on your lower stomach, the pressure making you clench tightly around the toy. 

“S’too much, Ellie!” You cried out and your movements slowed slightly. With her free hand, Ellie slapped your ass just hard enough to sting for a moment. You whimpered and resumed the pace you had been moving at. 

“Don’t stop now, pretty girl, you’re doing so good…” Ellie praised, the hand on your stomach moving down to circle your clit. “Do you need some help? Is that what it is?” She mumbled. 

You nodded quickly and slumped forward, nuzzling your face in her neck while you lazily moved your hips. Her hands ran along your back, tracing the bumps of your spine down until they reached the curve of your ass. She palmed at the flesh, squeezing the fat of your ass as she began to pull your hips up and down the thick strap. You moaned brutally as she slammed into you deeply, the tip of the strap kissing your cervix with each aggressive thrust. 

Ellie pressed you against her body tightly and muttered quiet curses. “I- I’m so close-” You whined. 

“I know, baby, I know,” She breathed with her lips pressed against your ear. You reached down and rubbed your clit while Ellie thrust inside of you. It didn’t take long for your body to begin spasming, long moans and cries of pleasure spilling from your lips. Your climax coursed through your body like a wave, a blinding rush of ecstasy blocking your senses for what seemed like hours as your body grew limp. Even after the initial climax, a more subtle buzz of satisfaction ebbed throughout you. 

“Oh my god,” You whispered. Ellie stroked your hair and laughed softly. 

“You did so good, pretty girl.” She sighed and turned her head. Her gaze landed on the camera before she glanced down at you. “Smile, baby.” Ellie reached out and turned the lens of the camera to face the two of you. She kissed the top of your head as she pressed the button and the camera froze the image of you smiling weakly in Ellie’s arms.  ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ tags: @ximtiredx , @asteroidzzzn , @ellabsprincess as always, reblogs, replies, and likes are appreciated<33

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Jeremy Davies as Dickie Bennett in Justified: Season Two.

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The Score of 4 Minutes - Episode 2

Since the first post had a few people interested, I'll proceed to make another one for episode 2's soundtrack this time. Once again, this is some of the music I managed to find and only YouTube links will be included: - Gravity Fields by Hampus Naeselius: The opening scene, in which Tonkla seems to be killing someone - Lightness Falls by Craft Case: When Ms. Manee talks to Tyme about her son committing suicide - Song for a Stepdaughter by Christian Andersen: When Tyme overhears the nurses gossiping about him - Fear Me Not by Kikoru: When Dome catches Title and View arguing and intervenes (it's actually super cool how they managed to mix this with Song for a Stepdaughter to transition from one scene to the next) - Between The Mirror And Me by David Gould: When Dome and Title have their talk (There are actually two tracks playing here, one after the other, but I couldn't find the second one) - After the Fall by Max Anson: When Great sees Title has Dome at the back of his car and they argue about what to do with him - Legendary Myths by Jay Varton: When Great brings Dome to the hospital - Curiosity Kills by Stationary Sign: When Tyme is checking himself in the mirror - Window Weepin' by Lennon Hutton: When Tyme is checking Great's injury - Entering Multiverse by Christian Andersen: When Win gets introduced - Mosaic by Hanna Ekström: When Tonkla sees his brother's body - Dickie and the Gang by Roy Edwin Williams: When Tyme and Great talk in the park ! Tonkla's smoking montage also has Song for a Stepdaughter by Christian Andersen playing, but it's a violin version which I can't find - Tvivel by Hanna Ekström: When Korn meets Fasai and her father - Viljan by Bladverk Band: When Korn and Fasai are on their own

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My Predictions for the S4 Finale

Oliver and Charles get worried that Mabel isn’t answering her phone and rush back to The Arconia

Meanwhile Mabel being the fierce character she is refuses to be intimidated by Marshall

There’s a scuffle and then the door bursts open and it’s Eva; Eva came by with another clue and used her 19 use device to pick the lock and save Mabel after she heard the scuffle from outside

She then uses the device again to taze Marshall and they tie him up

Oliver and Charles arrive at the same time as Detective Williams who Mabel called

Charles finally snaps and attacks Marshall but has to be pried off of him because Detective Williams doesn’t want him to get charged for assault

Time skips to the wedding and everyone is nervous because not only is there a bridezilla there’s a groomzilla as well

False sense of security because Marshall has been arrested

The other killer either tries to make a move during the wedding or is caught at the reception by accidentally revealing something while tipsy or making a toast

I really do think the wedding will still go on even if a murder does take place because love conquers all and I feel like they’d both agree not to let anyone ruin their special day or get in the way of their happiness going forward

After the wedding party is over, Oliver and Loretta get ready to go on their honeymoon; When they get into their car (Just Married! written on the back to identify it as theirs 🔎👀), Oliver opens the trunk to put their luggage in and lo and behold it’s the body of the missing dry cleaner mob boss from the news

Oliver snorts/grunts and Loretta faints

Instead of Mabel cursing it’s Charles

Detective Williams who attended as a guest says “You cannot be serious”

End song and credits

I’d really like to see some soft moments at the wedding too though:

Loretta being walked down the aisle by Dickie

Winnie being in the wedding as the ring bearer

Charles being emotional because that’s his bestie and Mabel patting him on the shoulder

Howard being the assistant to the wedding planner because he wants to make sure the wedding goes perfectly for his friend

Will, Mabel, and etc being part of the bridal party would be nice to see as well

Bonus points if we get to see some residents from the previous seasons that disappeared.

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Happy birthday Scrooge McDuck! - Scrooge's birthday with his family, friends and his loves - Scrooge Week 2024 - Family and Free Day - Scroldie and Scrogitta - Duck comics - Duckverse - My version

I know I'm already late, but here's something to do about Scrooge Week and on a special Family and Free Day topic. Yes, Scrooge celebrates his birthday on July 8th based on the 1988 book Ducktales ("Silver Dollars for Uncle Scrooge"), although he first appeared in a Carl Barks comic on November 14th, 1947 called "Christmas on Bear Mountain ". So I wish him a happy birthday!

This time I drew related to the comic book version, since that is my favorite version of Scrooge McDuck more than Scrooge in the cartoons. Although it depends from author to author how Scrooge McDuck is written, although I like the most from Carl Barks, Don Rosa, William Van Horn, Romano Scarpa, Carpi, Guido Martina, Giorgio Cavazzano, Vicar, Arild Midthun, Kari Korhonen and other authors. Lest comic book Scrooge is just one version. So I decided to draw Scrooge McDuck celebrating his birthday with a birthday cake with his closest family and friends as well as his love. Of course in my own way, in my own style.

In addition to Scrooge McDuck, there are also Brigitta MacBridge, Goldie O'Gilt (Glittering Goldie), Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck, Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, Gideon McDuck (Scrooge's own brother, mostly invented by Romano Scarpa), Matilda McDuck (Scrooge's own sister, version from Don Rosa comics), Ludwig von Drake, Dickie Duck (Goldie's granddaughter), Loretta MacBridge (Brigitta's niece), Gyro Gearloose (Archimede Pitagorico - Italian version), Grandma Duck (Elvira Coot), Rumpus McFowl (Scrooge's half-brother from William Van Horn comics) and although she is not present, Hortense Duck (Scrooge's own sister and mother of Donald and Della Duck) in my drawing is definitely in the photo. And Goldie and Brigitta kiss Scrooge on both sides, and Scrooge likes it very much. XD Yeah, I'm not for ship wars and that's the stupidest thing I've ever faced in the fandom, because everyone is entitled to their favorite couple. However, I love both comic book couples, Scrooge with Goldie (especially because of The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck) and Scrooge with Brigitta (the Italian Topolino comics are the best for me as far as the two are concerned), and this reconciles both love couples into one. Yeah, I prefer the comic book version to Ducktales for my own reasons, sorry. Yes, Scrooge also has his first coin that he earned. This is just my opinion.

If you like this, and like these characters, feel free to like and reblog this, but don't use these same ideas of mine without mentioning me and without my permission. Thank you! Also this is dedicated to a dear @knuckles-junior, who organized Scrooge Week (I hope you don’t mind this version) as well as a friend, dear @bitterlynsposts who like me loves the love couple between Scrooge and Brigitta which is really underrated. And it's dedicated to all of you who love Scroldie (the love couple between Scrooge and Goldie) and Scrogitta (the love couple between Scrooge and Brigitta). Happy birthday once again to Scrooge McDuck, the richest duck in the world!