#Girty

[wolfvsh]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 ! capping at 4/4. 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: flurry festival — let's party !

It probably came as a surprise to absolutely no one when a certain Stafford twin stumbled into the celebration, enough booze coursing through her rotting system to knock out a stocky horse, and an outfit so absurdly out of place it single-handedly shattered the Misty whispering-and-snickering record — a fuckin’ feat, considering the vipers that hid in the grass. Overcast eyes studied the scene, so saccharine it bordered on comedic — dangling lights, ice skating, live music, tight hugs and warmth. Girty scoffed, unscrewing her trusty flask and indulging in the bitterness. People were dead and buried, yet the rejoicing continued. She couldn’t help but wonder if they’d still be celebrating if it were their son, daughter, or friend lying in that hospital bed, waiting for death to make its claim — icy, spindly fingers tearing another beating heart from the chest of an innocent (but how innocent really?). “Well, well, well… Lookin’ at all these smiley fuckin’ people, you’d never guess there’s a zombie boy waitin' to see the light.” She turned to the poor soul nearest her — a helpless victim now caught in her nonsense — extending fur-clad arms in their direction with exaggerated flair. Dropping her head like a broken doll’s, tongue lolling out, she groaned, “Braaaains,” the performance might’ve been more entertaining if there weren’t so many curious ears pricked in the background — or if she possessed even a shred of subtlety, “Feeeeeed meeeee.”

[mcthmancometh]

💋(payback)

💋: would you kiss my muse on new years ?

The question startles a laugh out of him, but it isn't out of humor: instead it's breathy, distant, a little bit sad. "Can't really imagine a world where she'd ever want me to," he admits, painfully honest even in its self deprecation. His eyes drop and he bites down on the inside of his cheek. When he finally continues, his voice is quieter, a bit softer. "But if there ever was one... Yeah. Yeah, I suppose I would."

[buckwhitaker]

Buck leaned back on the worn barstool, his hand wrapped around a whiskey glass that felt colder than it should. The Salty Bear was always a bit of a mixed bag—either alive with laughter and music or quiet enough to hear your own thoughts. Tonight it was the latter, with the fire crackling low in the hearth and the town hanging still outside in the cold mist. He spotted her as soon as she came through the door, sharp as ever, her hair falling over her shoulders in dark waves. Girty Stafford. She looked the same, all fire and defiance, wrapped in one of her familiarly ridiculous coats, and boots that had seen their share of trouble. Buck knew her—knew her because her twin sister had been living in the back of his mind since the day that both of their parents died; knew her because the tragedy of the Stafford twins had always haunted him. . Knew her as a steady reminder that trouble always had a way of finding its way into a person if you let it. He hadn’t seen Mabel much lately. Well, he’d seen her, but she hadn’t spoken much—hadn’t really talked much at all, and that worried him more than he cared to admit. So now here was Girty, and he figured if anyone could give him some kind of window into how Mabel was actually doing, it would be her. Buck raised his hand in a casual wave as she came into view, his voice low but clear as she got closer. "Girty," he said, the name rolling out like an old song. "How’ve you been? I mean… how are you holding up?"

He let the question hang for a beat, unsure of whether he expected an honest answer or just a polite brush-off. His stomach felt heavy, though, tied to years of worrying about Mabel and her choices, the silence that had grown between the two of them over time. Girty would know better, wouldn’t she? She’d always had a way of cutting through the layers of what people didn’t want to say. Buck leaned forward a little, gripping the glass tighter. "I’ve been meaning to check in with you. Haven’t seen much of your sister lately." His voice was steady, but there was an edge of something unspoken. Worry. Fear, maybe. His own kind of hope.

@wolfvsh

[lindo-norris]

Lando Norris in his era of flirt and horny😏

what's happening to him

[rubbishchameleon]

Terry helping Girtie pick out an outfit.

[pittsburghbeautiful]

Girty's Woods

Exploring Girty’s Woods: A Hidden Gem near Pittsburgh Girty’s Woods, nestled near the communities of Millvale and Reserve Township, is a hidden gem for nature enthusiasts and hikers alike. This tranquil green space, spanning 165 acres, is a testament to the efforts of organizations like the Allegheny Land Trust (ALT) in preserving and protecting the natural beauty of the Pittsburgh region. In…

[wolfvsh]

Broken. Perverse. Wreck. Girty’s ears had cradled every insult in existence, each one courtesy of Misty’s many friendly voices. She had once believed Knox to be different. The blindfold was ripped from her eyes the moment he chose to lie. Now, he was scared. He should be. It was comical, watching someone with an untouchable reputation unravel — plastic smile warping into a sneer, soft, melty eyes hardening into stone. She much preferred the unabashedly unholy, those with no masks, no pretenses… Although fakers were so much more fun to mess with. The Stafford twin closed the distance, hand digging into her furry-jacket’s pocket with a purpose, retrieving an Altoid tin box like a prize. Soon, a cigarette was pinched between her fingers. “You might be too stupid to notice, but your anger is as fuckin’ obvious as the stench of this place,” she drawled, lighting up with deliberate slowness, the flame dancing between them like a dare. Come on, unleash the ugliness. A cold thumb pressed against the enemy’s forehead, grin sharpening like a knife. “A line right there. Like a spoiled child ‘bout to throw a fit. Cute... mostly pathetic though.”  Knox was by no means an evil spirit — she’d once trusted him enough to bare her soul to him. But she was also a black-and-white thinker, and when it came down to the facts: she had cracked her chest open, he’d gripped her beating heart, and he’d squeezed it until it popped. Naturally, he had to pay. “All that prayin’ won't fuckin’ save you either. Those feelin’s will just keep boiling under your skin ‘til you blow right up.” Girty took a drag, long enough to fill her entire lungs with the dark smoke, leaving her in the shape of a perfect ring, blown in his direction. “It'll be pretty amusin’ to watch. Face all fuckin’ red, steam comin’ out your head...” She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to mimic the irate version of Knox she imagined, a bit cartoonishly perhaps. “Guts flyin’ everywhere…”

God was angry at him.

That was the only thing he could imagine, the only thing on repeat in his mind when he realized his mistake— realized exactly who he'd run into. And the mess he'd just invited back in. Walls shot up behind his eyes like the mouth of a snapping turtle, back straightening as his defenses mounted as quickly as they could. A race between self-preservation and her knife-sharp tongue.

He'd failed Girty in her eyes, he knew. His mouth opened to say something— what, he didn't know— but he never got the chance as her hands shoved into his chest, forcing him back a step. And just like that, they were back in those woods. He was running and running and running and—

No. He couldn't go back there. He wouldn't go back there. And damn her if she kept trying to drag him right back in.

So, his tongue sharpened, too.

"You keep on actin' like a punchline, and I won't have to," he spat back at her. He remembered himself a moment later, regret flashing behind his eyes for just a moment before he shuttered it away again. "Y'know, if you just keep holdin' onto all that anger, it's gonna destroy you one day. Takin' it out on me ain't gonna fix what's broken."

[hotvintagepoll]

which streaming service has the most vintage movies? If you don't know, maybe your followers could answer? 🙏

Ooh hoo hoo you asked and I'll answer!!

I actually made a post like this for the hot men tournament, but I can't find it now so I'll do it again from scratch. The short answer is that I don't know of any one streaming service that has all the old vintage movies—but most streaming services have a "classics" genre category that can get you started. Here's a small selection of what you can find on different streaming services:

TUBI (free):

The Adventures of Robin Hood (Olivia de Havilland)

A Streetcar Named Desire (Vivien Leigh)

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (Jane Powell, Julie Newmar)

North by Northwest (Eva Marie Saint)

The Music Man (Shirley Jones)

The Women (Norma Shearer, Rosalind Russell, Joan Crawford, Joan Fontaine, Paulette Goddard, several other hotties in small parts)

The Philadelphia Story (Katharine Hepburn, Ruth Hussey)

Notorious (Ingrid Bergman)

Bell, Book, and Candle (Kim Novak, Elsa Lanchester)

The Talk of the Town (Jean Arthur)

Dark Victory (Bette Davis)

Stray Dog (Keiko Awaji)

Some Like It Hot (Marilyn Monroe)

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow (Sophia Loren)

Dirty Girtie From Harlem USA (Francine Everett)

Passport (Madhubala)

Dark Passage (Lauren Bacall)

Sepia Cinderella (Sheila Guyse)

On The Town (Ann Miller, Vera-Ellen, Betty Garrett)

The Bandwagon (Cyd Charisse)

Devar (Sharmila Tagore)

Reet-Petite and Gone (June Richmond)

The Postman Always Rings Twice (Lana Turner)

KANOPY (free through some libraries):

Dial M for Murder (Grace Kelly)

His Girl Friday (Rosalind Russell)

Ball of Fire (Barbara Stanwyck)

Black Orpheus (Marpessa Dawn)

Flower Drum Song (Reiko Sato, Nancy Kwan, Miyoshi Umeki)

Marriage Italian Style (Sophia Loren)

The Rose Tattoo (Anna Magnani)

Tokyo Story (Setsuko Hara)

War and Peace (Audrey Hepburn, Anita Ekberg)

Salt of the Earth (Rosaura Revueltas)

Metropolis (Brigitte Helm)

The Red Shoes (Moira Shearer)

HOOPLA (free through some libraries):

The Court Jester (Angela Lansbury, Glynis Johns)

Sunset Boulevard (Gloria Swanson)

A Place in the Sun (Elizabeth Taylor)

Barefoot in the Park (Jane Fonda)

The Barefoot Contessa (Ava Gardner)

Wings (Clara Bow)

YOUTUBE (has a lot of older movies that have slipped through copyright/are still up for some reason):

Charade (Audrey Hepburn)

Story Weather (Lena Horne)

Gilda (Rita Hayworth)

Rebecca (Joan Fontaine)

This entire playlist of Indian cinema that I just found (Madhubala, Waheeda Rehman, Nargis, Meena Kumari, etc.)

And that's just a small sample. There is also always your local library for physical DVDs, the Internet Archive, and....other methods.....if you know exactly what you're looking for.

I haven't seen all of these movies, so don't consider them personal recommendations—these are just famous movies with our hotties in them, so please be careful if you have content warnings. Good luck and have fun!

EDIT 5/16: Added a few more movies to the different sections, but this is still just a small selection of what the different streaming services have. Good luck!

[wolfvsh]

💋 (sorry)

WOULD YOU KISS MY MUSE ON NEW YEARS ?

Girty remembered the coldness that clung to his fingertips, even in the hottest weather—a persistent marvel she thought about far more than she should, rattled her sanity. She also remembered batting them away with the flimsy excuse that they were freezing her skin, when all she really wanted was to touch, touch, touch. Inevitably, her mind would conjure images of his hair, his eyes, his lips—a dangerous, all-consuming path she couldn’t resist torturing herself with. Yeah, it was safe to say she’d thought about kissing him once or twice. Not just on New Year’s—on any other dull occasion, too. But: ���We’re friends, man.” A weak excuse… Girty wasn’t even sure they qualified as that anymore. Her fault too. “I know people get their rocks off thinkin’ I’m this big, heartless beast and shit… I wouldn’t do that to Eve.”

[silk-flower]

i luv your james fic!! You did so guud 💜

if it is not to much work could I request some james sweet smut hcs (。/// 。)

may i also be purple heart anon?

James Sunderland hc's [18+]

status: headcanons, requested by 💜 anon

content warning: female reader [?], smut, pretty self-explanatory, fluff, men crying, established relationship

author's note: Thank you so much, and more fics are coming, so stay tuned ;-) This is based on Silent Hill 2 Remake James, as I haven't played the original game (I am planning on it, though). Wanted to write this since long ago. I hope you'll enjoy it under the cut.

Even if James is extremely repressed, he seems like the type of person who would never have a one-night stand. He will only stay the night with you if he is already in love with you and hopes for more or if you are in a committed relationship. In addition to sex, it's a unique and intimate experience for him.

It has to be in a comfortable setting, preferably your bedroom, as you get ready for sleep or when you both are toasty and warm on your couch. He'll be enticed by you either way, but I think something like a babydoll nightgown, a short silk slip or simply a top with only panties on would make his head spin, he wouldn't even be able to look you in the eyes at first. It's driving him nuts that he can't tell if you're attempting to woo him or are truly that naive. Either way, you're succeeding, your visage of innocent femininity striking a fire within him.

ー What's... What are you wearing?;

ー No, I know it's a gown. It's not that I don't like it, it's just... It's transparent.

ー It is supposed to be?

Years of self-preservation took their toll, and even small things like his hand creeping under the sheer fabric to brush your thigh and gentle, wet open-mouth kisses make him all hot and bothered. The hotness of your skin and your soft breaths of pleasure make him dizzy, and he'll be leaking from the tip even before he slips his fingers into you. You won't be even touching him yet, and he'd be rock hard and hurting under his pants just after ten minutes of foreplay.

Not too small or too big, just perfect to fit into your hand, growing more girty as you jerk him. A nice 5-6 inches with a pretty pink flushed head that is just asking to be kissed.

Because he fears scaring you away with his immense desire and partially believes that what he is doing is wrong or too soon, he exhibits a great deal of self-loathing and chastity. Can't help but hesitate the first time you're together, I imagine he'd be really eager to make love to you but will need constant reassurance. Yes, you're ready, no, he's not hurting you, of course you want him, and so on. Will be checking on your facial expressions for any pain or discomfort and asking if you feel good every few minutes, even if you're nearly begging for him.

Likes to give you a sorf of a full body "massage," and when he offers, you know instantly what it means. His slender fingers are so gentle and sensual while groping and slipping into you that it has you writhing under him. His tongue and hands don't leave you for even a minute, and the foreplay is quite lengthy. Sometimes, he can be a little selfish and tease you a bit more just to see your sobbing face.

He'll be kissing your lips, face, neck, and shoulders like he's starved the moment he's inside of you. He wants you to feel loved, but he can't help but be lustful for you, so he greedily sucks and grabs anything he can get his hands on. He imagined this more times than he'd like to admit when he fisted his length in the middle of the night, but the real you is so much better.

His own sweet spot is skin behind his ears, and he will get loud if you kitten lick or bite his earlobe while in the heat of the moment. He feels like he has to maintain this strong man upfront for you, so he's not very vocal usually, but his ears are his erogenous zone. He'll let out low, pathetic whines, and his hips will stutter roughly into you, so you'll know he's sensitive there. (The exact sounds he makes in the game when he sprints too fast or is hit hard by an enemy and cries out.)

I wouldn't say he's overly serious when it comes to intimacy; I think he might occasionally crack a joke or chuckle, but most of the time he's just unable to concentrate on anything but you. In his mind, it's just white noise. He can be so engrossed in his pleasure with you that he won't likely hear you if you ask him a question.

ー Uh, I... Mhmmm... S-sorry, what... What did you say again?

Gets all whiny and apologetic when he's close because he doesn't have a lot of stamina after all those years being alone. Starts blabbering as he gets too lost in your warmth and tightness, the words coming out on their own.

ー You're so beautiful, sweetheart, you feel so good;

ー You look so cute right now... I wish you could see yourself the way I do... Fuck...;

ー I love you, I love you, I'm so sorry, I ー !

He will pound you into the mattress and sob while clutching your hands if you put your face in his, stare into his eyes, and tell him just how much you love him. Trembles throughout and for a few minutes after his orgasm, tears streaking his face while blanketing you with his body.

Once he gets more accustomed to you, he doesn't mind pleasuring you in the shower as you wash each other or taking you on the kitchen counter when he gets a sudden urge after watching you bend over the stove. It's mostly sweet and sensual domestic bliss sex that leaves you both completely breathless.

You will often find him face between your legs in the morning, begging to go down on you, because he gets off to your pleasure than he does to his own.

This man can't support dirty talk at all. He could try if you ask but will probably end up embarrassing himself or making you laugh. Or ruining the mood. Or all at once.

ー Honey, I'm sorry, I can't call you that... No, I know it's pretend, I just can't. It sounds filthy, and you are my... Hey, what's so funny?

His favorite positions are the ones where he can see you face and hold you or kiss you. Loves skin on skin contact, missionary, and cow girl being his favorite. Bites his lips and closes his eyes while completely relaxing during the later as you ride his cock, and lets out strained breathy gasps.

James is the best with aftercare. Will bring you everything you need, food, something to drink, a warm wet towel to clean you up, and wipe you himself. Will tuck you under a blanket and cuddle you at least for an hour before walking you to shower, helping you bathe and generally taking care of you.

Bonus:

His top secret fantasy is recording. You get what I mean. He wants to make your own personal sex tape that you can watch together or when you're not around, and he misses you. He will never bring it up because he thinks you'll find him gross, but if you ever mention it, he'll turn into a sweaty mess (he'd be definitely up for it, though).

[wolfvsh]

If you asked her how she’d ended up at Liliana’s castle, she’d flash you a stupid grin and reply with nothing but silence. One thing was for certain, though: Girty was having the time of her life. Free drinks flowed like a waterfall, a familiar white powder tickled the insides of her nose, valuable treasures sat inside her pockets (triumphantly obtained by sneaking into rooms that were supposedly off-limits), and a few phone numbers — hastily scribbled onto her freckly skin — decorated her like hieroglyphics. None were readable, most had already been forgotten, and by tomorrow, they’d trickle down the drain of her shower along with the sweat sticking to her body. Another night, another mess to wash away. She spotted their gracious host, collapsing onto the same couch as her like a sack of potatoes. Her naked feet slapped against the coffee table in front of them. Where the fuck had her shoes run off to, anyway? The mention of Baylor’s name made her jaw drop, the news floating into her ears for the very first time — a bucket of freezing water.  “That’s what’s got everybody bumpin’ uglies?” Her words tumbled out, barely understandable, letters awkwardly bumping against each other like they were drunk themselves. “Fuck, man… Now folks’ll think I’m one of his fuckin’ groupies, man. That’s so—” Girty’s hands came crashing down against her face, no regard or knowledge for the sting the movement caused, pulling pinkish skin down. She burst into cackles, loud ones, her whole being shaking with their force. “Of-fuckin’-course he’d be the one to break the ice curse. The asshole lives!” She paused abruptly, thinking, thinking, thinking before turning her head ever so slightly and giving Lili the most serious expression she could muster. “D’ya reckon he’s still got all his fingers on him? Or… is one — No, two! — gettin’ munched on somewhere in the woods by some wild lil’ critter?”

LOCATION : the serrano residence. DATE : december 22nd. OPEN STARTER : uncapped.

The grand Serrano estate is draped in a lavish display of twinkling Christmas lights, velvet ribbons, and wreaths so pristine they might as well have been plucked straight from a magazine. But tonight, the air reeks of cigarette smoke, spilled vodka, and YSL Opium. The Serrano family’s pristine living room — usually reserved for charity events and formal luncheons — had been overrun by Misty Mountain’s finest under-25s to celebrate Baylor waking up... or something like that. Duran Duran's Hungry Like The Wolf pulses through the speakers, crackling just slightly under the weight of too much bass. A crystal punch bowl, now repurposed for something far stronger than punch, sits on the marble counter.

Liliana sits on the arm of the couch, a glass tumbler in hand, filled with something clear and certainly not water. She’s in red; of course, she is, it's almost christmas — a slinky little velvet number that hugs her waist and leaves her shoulders bare. She tilts her head, turning to the person next to her with a lazy smirk. "You know," she drawls, "If I ever get found half-dead in the snow, I fully expect someone to throw me a party like this. Everyone needs to be drinking like the world’s ending and someone needs to be crying in the bathroom."

She takes a slow slip from her cup, eyes glancing over the crowded room where someone’s trying, and failing, to do the moonwalk on a Persian rug. "God, I love this song. Don’t you? Almost makes me forget it’s a literal miracle Baylor’s not a popsicle right now."

[shahsalim]

Woh kehte hain ke apna din bayaan karein,

Ae dost, deewar ko kya khabar ke saaye kidhar dhale.

Waqt bas daur raha hai khala ke darmiyan,

Rait-e-abad uski muthi se girti rahe.

Guzar jata hai har lamha un zarron ki tarhan,

Mujhe kya khabar kis simt yeh umr-e-hayaat bahe.

[wojosubahjaldinahiuthti]

clumsy, girti padti gf 🤝🏼 arre dhyaan se bf

[yoddhasblog]

yeh bijli board walon ko kya takleef hai?? Do boondein nahi girti ki yeh bijli kaat lete hai?

[hussain-stuff]

Aanso wo khamosh duaein hein jo sirf Allah hi sunta hai Girty aanso aur toote huye dil ki qadar Allah se behtar koi nahi janta 🥹