#did i mention gwendoline christie?

[mqyim]

Pictures of Gwendoline Christie that i often think about:

"OBJECTION!"

i never thought that i'd see harry styles and gwendoline in one frame.

she's so cute🥺

FOR FREE?!?

god, what a woman. i need more larissa weems bts pictures.

the british version of Evelyn Hugo.

HAHAHAHAHA i love her😭😭

i would've done anything to be that woman kissing gwen.

she's so beautiful.

yes, gwen. you are a 10/10, we know.

[veeisgayasf]

Hello hello :) first of all love ur work! But i see u are looking for a smutty prompt hehe. Two words: KITCHEN SEX. Pls!! I havent seen it anywhere, u can do whatever u want whit it i just need larissa or reader to be fucked on a kitchen counter.

Culinary Skills Larissa Weems x Reader

Authors Note: Anon, thank you so much for your kind words and for this request! This was by far the quickest I've written a fic. I sat down and it just flowed out. I really hope you like it!

(Apologies for any grammar or punctuation errors.)

Warnings: Minors DNI! NSFW, SMUT, lesbian sex, fingering, oral sex, praise kink (if you squint), strong language.

Word Count: 1800

You invited Larissa over after an extremely stressful day at work. She hadn’t expected you to actually make her dinner, instead she figured you would order take-out and you two would just cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie while you ate. She was pleasantly surprised when she showed up to the smell of stir-fry lingering in the air.

The both of you sat at the table, enjoying the food you prepared, talking about the craziness of the day. The conversation turned lighthearted and comical. Larissa cackled at your impression of Wednesday’s deadpan. The laughter filled the dining room, smiles painted on both of your faces.

When there was not a single morsel left on either plate, you got up to take the dishes to the kitchen. Larissa followed you making a fuss over you trying to clean when you had just cooked. You reluctantly gave in and allowed her to wash the dishes. It gave you the chance to make the icing for the cake you had baked for dessert.

“Y/N, what on earth are you making now?” Larissa asked, her hands still soapy from finishing up the last of the dishes. “Well, you really can’t have a good cake without icing now can you?” You quipped with a cheesy grin, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet. “Oh my lord, this is too much! You should be relaxing!” Her voice was high pitched and caused you to laugh. “I am relaxing. I enjoy cooking and baking, it's calming to me.” You said, walking over to grab a whisk out of your utensil container. You pulled heavy cream out of the refrigerator and powdered sugar from another cabinet. 

“Well… okay, I guess I can’t argue with you if it’s something you truly enjoy.” Larissa walked over to the counter next to you, leaning up against it, and watched you begin to furiously whisk heavy cream in the bowl. Her gaze falling to your hands and how skilled you were with the whisk. She knew you could cook, but never got to actually watch you in your element. You were completely focused on the task at hand and, oddly enough, it caused a warmth to travel to Larissa’s core. 

“Hey, will you hand me the powdered sugar, please?” You pointed to the bag sitting next to where Larissa was leaning. She passed it to you, completely enamored by the fact that you were mixing this all by hand. Out of your peripheral vision, you could see Larissa hoist herself up to sit on the counter. Her legs dangling over, the tips of her toes touching the linoleum. She let both legs part slightly causing a burning desire to course through your entire body.

Finally done mixing, you placed the bowl on the island counter behind you, tossing the whisk in the sink. When you turned around, Larissa still sat atop the counter. Several thoughts flew into your head at that exact moment. You knew you wouldn’t finish icing the cake with Larissa sitting there like that. You had another dessert in mind.

Larissa stared at you with a slight confusion. “Decide not to make the dessert after all?” She asked with a little giggle in her voice. “No, I decided on a different type of dessert.” You stated, heat settling behind your navel and a wetness between your legs. At first, Larissa didn’t really understand but quickly caught on when she saw your pupils dilate and your breaths quicken. “Oh… that kind of dessert.” Larissa barely got the sentence out of her mouth before you rushed forward, crashing your lips into hers with a bruising kiss. 

She spread her legs wider allowing you to bring your body flush with hers, fingers threading their way into your hair. The kiss was full of passion and lust as you swiped your tongue along her lower lip, eliciting a deep moan from the woman. She opened her mouth slightly allowing your tongue to dance along hers. You placed both hands on her thighs, trailing your fingers up and down, causing Larissa to shiver. You were the one to finally break the kiss, and she whined loudly as soon as you did.

“Take these off.” You demanded, pulling at Larissa’s pants. She tried stepping down off the counter, but you shook your head. She didn’t protest, only began fumbling with the button. She finally got it undone as you helped her peel them off, throwing them to the floor. She sat on the counter in black lace underwear. The sight of her long bare legs caused your own underwear to become completely soaked. 

Quickly returning your hands to her thighs, you trailed your nails all the way down to her knees and back up, dangerously close to where she desired them the most. Every time you got closer, Larissa would push her hips up just for you to trail your fingers back down towards her knees. She groaned loudly, “Please, Y/N, I need you.” The desperation in her voice only spurred you on further.

“Desperate, are we?” You teased, your fingers hooking into the hem of the thin material. “Tell me, Larissa. Tell me how desperate you are for me.” She whined, wrapping her hands around your neck and her legs around your waist, pulling you in closer. “So-s-so desperate. I need you. I need you deep inside me, Y/N!” She almost moaned, pupils completely blown. She lunged forward, trying to kiss you only for you to pull back slightly. 

“Nuh uh, I want to hear you beg. I want you to be a complete and utter mess before I devour you.” Your words elicited a loud whimper from the woman in front of you. “Fuck, please, Y/N! I’m b-begging you!!!” Larissa basically yelled. 

“Good girl. So good for me.” The praise making Larissa whine and whimper more, her legs pulling you closer. You leaned in, kissing the woman, tongue exploring every part of her mouth. Larissa kept her hands around your neck as you placed one on the side of her cheek and the other over her clothed sex, making the woman gasp and moan loudly at the sudden contact.

Her hips bucked forward trying to gain any friction they could. You rewarded her by bringing two fingers to her clit, still clothed. You circled the sensitive bundle as you began kissing along her jawline down to her pulse point. She hissed as you bit down, fingers gripping your neck tighter.

Finally, you slipped your fingers under the fabric allowing them to trail through her slick folds up to her clit again. Larissa let out a yelp “Oh gods yes!” You lazily circled the bud, trailing your tongue along her collar bone. Getting impatient with the shirt that was covering her, Larissa leaned slightly forward pulling it up and off, tossing it to the side. To your surprise, she was braless.

You wasted no time lavishing her chest with your tongue, stopping at a hardened nipple. Taking it into your mouth, you swirled your tongue around it lightly biting down, once again causing Larissa to hiss. You did the same to the other nipple, not wanting to leave it neglected.

You made your way down the expanse of her abdomen, kissing and trailing your tongue the entire way. You only stopped at the elastic of her ruined underwear. Kneeling, you placed both hands on either side of her hips, pulling the garment off. You let out a long moan at the sight of her glistening folds. Unable to resist, you slid your tongue up her inner thigh, tasting the juices that flowed down.

“Mm, Jesus baby, you’re so wet for me.” You sighed out, the woman above you resting her head on the cabinet door, body shaking in anticipation, mumbling incoherently.

You spent a little more time teasing along her thighs before finally swiping your tongue through her slick folds. Larissa cried out, hands flying down to rest in your hair, her heels on your back. You continued swirling your tongue up and back down, then circling her sensitive clit. The moans became louder as you quickened the pace.

Larissa was already extremely close to her first orgasm. Gripping her thighs, you slipped your tongue as far inside of her as you could. This is all it took to send her over the edge. Larissa let out a strangled cry, hands tightening in your hair. You didn’t stop, only moved back up to her clit, sucking the overly sensitive bud into your mouth.

Larissa writhed above you, crying out and moaning. “Y/N… g-god, Y/N..” Her words were broken and desperate. She screamed when you suddenly slid two fingers deep inside her, curling them slightly as you pulled them back hitting the soft spongy spot that drove her absolutely wild. 

“B-baby, I’m already s-so close!” She cried out, walls already constricting around your fingers. You pumped them in and out faster, building a rhythm. The moans above you louder and louder. 

The coil tightened behind Larissa’s navel and threatened to snap, but she held on a little longer. It wasn’t until you swiped her clit with the flat of your tongue while still pumping inside of her did it fully snap. She came with a screaming cry, your name falling from her lips over and over.

You lapped every bit of juice that flowed out of the woman, letting her ride out the orgasm. Breathless and overly sensitive, Larissa almost jumped off the counter top when you swiped your tongue through her folds one last time. You stood quickly, allowing Larissa to go limp in your grasp.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. Let's get you to the chair.” You held on to her as you reached for one of the chairs close by. She only nodded her head in a post ecstasy daze. She sat down, still holding onto your neck. 

“I’m going to grab you a water, Larissa. Give me one second and I will be right back.” You kissed her on the forehead before turning to grab a water bottle out of the fridge. Quickly making your way back, you kneeled in front of her handing her the bottle. 

She smiled, looking at you with a sleepy mischievous grin on her face. “So, did you enjoy your dessert, darling?” She asked, making you laugh loudly. “Oh, you bet your ass I did. Best damn dessert on the face of this planet.” You replied, leaning forward to wrap your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her knees. 

“Hmm, well once I gain my strength, I believe I would definitely like to indulge in a little dessert myself.” You only grinned, knowing Larissa was about to have you completely spent before this night was over.

[leoreadss]

My brain made a connection and now I have to share it so we can have it in our mind forever.

I was watching a video of Trixie and Katya (if you don't know who they are, bitch are you even gay?) in which they are watching The Sandman. I have seen the series before but the revelation never came to me. Now it did and it better get out of my mind for good and haunt others. On the screen appears Gwendoline Christie as Lucifer and Trixie mentions (about the hair) 'I think they're trying to do CHERUB shit' and then

stars going red, sfgkszg, stars crashing down, and what are they putting in bananas these days,

kinda moment.

What if Aziraphale, in Heaven, as a Supreme Archangel, got long hair, like Gwendoline Christie?

I know I wrote the rumble upon Aziraphale barber who gets up in Heaven three times a week, BUT I thought it was funny, and the mental image now will haunt you.

Here you go, flaming sword, don't thank me.

bye :)

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Can I request a gwendoline Christie X an actor reader where they secretly got together during the movie they're in together.

They're doing interviews for it and fans are shipping them both a ton because they honestly can't keep it in their pants and are super handsy/constantly flirting completely accidentally...for the most part.

Until one Gwen is on an insta live and the reader doesn't realise and comes up behind her and starts trying to make out because the reader is complaining that Gwen was always so busy and how they could help her "relax" ;) when ends up yelling she's on a live and the reader dies from embarrassment while Gwen dies of laughter?

A Best Friend Like Her

Gwendoline Christie x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi anon! I hope you enjoy this! I tried to stick to the request as much as possible.

To you, accepting a role in Star Wars was the best decision you had ever made. You had never been happier, even if it was a smaller part. But what mattered was the outcome.

Now, you’re waking up in a shared bed in a modest London flat beside the most beautiful woman you had ever laid eyes on. Very few people had known–only close friends and family. There was suspicion from fans, tweets surfacing and gaining traction almost instantly with people agreeing that something seemed up.

‘Screenshot from #SDcomiccon of Y/N and Gwen on the #StarWars pannel…I just know something is up here.’

‘These BTS pictures of Gwen and Y/N are ADORABLE, there’s no way they’re just friends.’

There was even a Youtube video titled, ‘Every time Gwen and Y/N have flirted with each other but they’re “just friends.”’

“Morning,” you mumbled as you met the sleepy eyes of Gwen.

She pecked you on the lips before pulling you into a warm embrace. “Graham said we have to arrive about an hour before the show starts.”

There was something you loved so much about her raspy morning voice. “Do you think they’re interviewing only the two of us to capitalize off the rumors of our relationship?”

“Erm…” Gwen sighed heavily. “I never thought of it that way.”

“I mean, they’re certainly gonna get some views. We’ve been the hot topic on Twitter for a while,” you said.

“Let’s make a bet.”

You sat up, leaning on your elbow as you peered down at Gwen. “On what?”

“I bet you…ten pounds, that Graham will ask us about our relationship less than ten minutes in,” Gwen snickered.

You smiled back, amused. “Alright, fine. More than ten minutes in.”

__________

The pair of you sat in front of an audience of at least a hundred people. The bet you had made with Gwen was still lingering in your mind as you sat side by side, listening to Graham’s commentary on Star Wars and answering questions about the other roles you’re playing currently.

Game of Thrones was mentioned multiple times with Gwen and the tv show you starred in was mentioned too. 

“So,” Graham began, adjusting his position in his chair, “there have been some rumors.”

You and Gwen eyed each other.

“Twitter has been abuzz about you two,” he continued. “Some fans have been watching you two in interviews, red carpet events, and such. They’ve–and everyone else for that matter–have agreed that you’re both close.”

How the hell would you get yourself out of this? Well, the same way you did when other people asked.

“Well, I grew up without many friends,” you explained. “Throughout my life I’ve never had a close friend. And, Gwen is the only person I’ve become close to. I consider myself very lucky to have a…best friend like her.”

Best friend. Bullshit.

__________

“How long do we plan on keeping this a secret?” you asked on the drive home.

Gwen, in the driver seat, sighed. “I don’t know, darling…I’m…I’m ready, though, if you are.”

“I don’t know,” you huffed. “Every worst possible outcome is all I can think of. Losing roles, friends, the media backlash…”

“Sweetheart, it’s the media that’s stirring this up. Both of our parents know and our closest friends do too.” Gwen stayed focused on the road as her hand came to squeeze your knee. “I don’t think we’d lose any roles over this either. There are laws put in place for things like these.”

At your flat, you stood in the kitchen preparing dinner for the two of you. As you sauteed broccoli, Gwen was in the living room, typing away on her computer. You heard her speaking every now and then and assumed she was simply taking a phone call by the sound of her talking about scripts and shows and movies she’s been in. 

When dinner was ready, you plated the food, setting it on the kitchen table before going to find Gwen. She sat facing away from you as you tiptoed over, encasing her in a surprise hug. She flinched before growing stiff as you placed soft, chaste kisses over her neck.

“I’m so proud of you,” you smiled. “You did so well today, but you owe me ten pounds. Graham mentioned our relationship eleven minutes in, so I won.” She said nothing and you looked at her, confused. “What?”

Gwen peered up at you with an awkward grin and her eyes darted from you to the phone that leaned against the bright computer screen. “I’m on Live…”

Your stomach dropped and all the color drained from your face. “You–what?”

“I’m talking to a few hundred thousand people right now, sweetheart,” Gwen chuckled.

Your words were stuck in your throat and you managed to squeak them out, waving briefly at the phone where comments of ‘OMG’ and ‘NOW WAY’ were flooding the screen. “Erm…right…well…dinner is ready and on the table.”

You turned and rushed out of the room, embarrassment pooling in your cheeks and humiliation creeping up your throat. As she watched you leave, Gwen faced the phone, the brightest smile on her face since she first kissed you a year before.

[atopvisenyashill]

general thoughts

damn we started this season strong but once we get past the first catelyn scene it started making me mad lmao

once again…..ATE these bitches up and LEFT NO CRUMBS

shae screaming at tyrion after he tells her to shush is so funny

see this sex scene is fine, whether renly can get it up is actually plot relevant and they’re trying to characterize margaery as a proper player, and show renly is kind of in over his head as well. like it’s a topless scene that at least makes sense to be there.

theon writing then burning a letter warning robb about the attack……….

another sex scene and this time it’s a crazy joffrey one.

oh fuck i completely forgot about dany lmao

cat pulling a knife on petyr. listen i don’t think stoneheart will kill petyr but damn hot damn. do i want catelyn to rip him to pieces slowly ramsay snow style. i can’t wait for red wedding 2.0 that’s the main reason i need the winds of winter, i need to see cat go INSANE killing a few pathetic freys isn’t enough I NEED A REAL WAR CRIME I NEED HER SLAUGHTERING INNOCENT BABIES LET HER ENTER HER VILLAIN ERA FOR REAL

“for the sake of the mother who bore us” CASSANA ESTERMONT MENTION LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo

can i say i think finn (loras) isn’t that good here either

cersei day drinking omg she is so slushed right now when she raised her cup and slurs out “and i say we should thank them”

the tyrion and lancel scene is so good lmao

now what is the point of this random tiff between irri and doreah

this whole scene where dany is scolding aggo and jhogo over trying to steal something from xaro and then her & jorah talk about how savage the dothraki are……did i just experience a racism akskdjd

when catelyn takes brienne’s hand to swear to her and brienne’s face goes so soft, like she wasn’t expecting the affection. gwendoline christie u r a genius and an icon to all queer people everywhere

i might do something with bran and osha first, they make my heart so soft

changes i noticed

i adore shae & sansa. i love this change i think it’s the best change they ever did. the way sansa just went through this intense dinner & is taking her anger out on shae, just a lowly maid, but shae is so unflappable & notices sansa is crying and just decides to stop bitching. sansa wanting someone to brush her hair when one of the first scenes we got of her was catelyn brushing sansa’s hair…

keeping lommy saying he’ll yield and his murder when he asks to be carried but not the original “what do i do if the wolves come” “yield” joke is so fucking LAME I HATE THESE PEOPLE

talisa…….do i do my talisa rant now or later. do i get super high when i rant so it’s funnier and i don’t get legit angry like i want to omg the westerling disrespect never ends

so the margaery character change is the next big one (i’m not ranting about talisa yet). i understand wanting to focus in on her, how she plays the game, how she ~weaponizes~ her femininity in order to gain status. the thing is. i don’t like the ultimate decision to make margaery & olenna the acting heads of their houses when in reality, the tyrell plot is often olenna trying to act AROUND her dumb ass son!! i think this goes back to aging up those 14 year old characters - just makes their stories a bit hollow imo. also this first dress is so ugly omgggg

WAIT I JUST REALIZED THEY CUT WEASEL??? THE GIRL IS IMPORTANT TOO YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING FUCKS

i love to drag dany for naivety in Qarth but this adaption isn’t even naivety it’s just stupidity. she just throws a fit on their doorstep, makes some threats, and thinks that’s gonna get her inside. when i tell you how much i fucking hate dany’s story in s2. is dany actually learning about politics & magic not interesting??? compared to this temper tantrum?!??????

show renly and robb should have hooked up

…..details are fuzzy but iirc brienne doesn’t kill anyone here? catelyn convinces robar royce to let her go, and then LORAS kills them & he believes that brienne killed renly until jaime says otherwise

i will give them “i want to be THE queen” is such a good line

i don’t care for the roose/tywin change. they could have cast someone with more star power as roose if they really just wanted to have maisie playing off someone cool for a few episodes.

i have a conspiracy theory i’m not ready to share yet. we’ll circle back next season.

[thenightling]

How 80s Rock (and rock in general) influenced The Sandman

Okay, this is a list that has been mostly confirmed.  I won’t add speculation like “Robert Smith is the basis for Morpheus’s hair.” or “Peter Murphy is the basis for Morpheus.”  This will only contain things that have been confirmed in various sources.  Lucifer - Meant to look and sound like David Bowie circa 1969. (Confirmed multiple times by Neil Gaiman.  In fact Michael Sheen is doing a David Bowie impersonation while voicing Lucifer for The Sandman audio drama adaptation.  Neil Gaiman has even said that Gwendoline Christie looks more like David Bowie than Tom Ellis does.)  

Death of The Endless - Originally Neil wanted her to resemble Nico but she ended up looking like the Cinnamon Hadley instead.  In The Sandman Overture, according to J. H. Williams III, his depiction of Death is meant to resemble Siouxsie of Siouxsie and the Banshees.

John Constantine - Though not an original creation of Neil Gaiman (first created by Alan Moore), John Constantine was supposed to have resembled rock star, Sting.  (roughly 1985 look.)

Desire of The Endless - Desire was, at least partly, inspired by the Duran Duran album cover Rio. The cover was painted by Patrick Nagel and designed by Malcolm Garrett.  When Neil was starting out as a writer one of the first things he wrote was a book on Duran Duran. 

Another inspiration for Desire came from Annie Lennox’s look for the music video “Sweet Dreams (are made of this).”   Ironic considering the title.   

Delirium of The Endless - Though Neil Gaiman did not meet Tori Amos until after he had created Delirium, he insists that Delirium was somehow inspired by Tori Amos.

Men of Good Fortune - The issue / Chapter of The Sandman called Men of Good Fortune is named after a song by Lou Reed. Sunday Morning - The issue / Chapter called Sunday Morning is also named after a Lou Reed (Velvet Underground) song.  So that is two Hob Gadling chapters named for Lou Reed Songs. Beginning to see the Light - The Sandman: A game of You issue / chapter named Beginning to see the Light is also named for a Velvet Underground song. Dream songs - Roy Orbison’s In dreams plays in The Sandman issue Dream a little Dream of me. The issue / chapter is named after a song. And Mr. Sandman (Bring me a Dream) by the Chordettes is also in that issue. The Skye Boat song - Not actually a rock song by any interpretation of the term but I thought I’d mention it.  Many of you may recognize the Skye Boat song as the “theme song to Outlander.”   This song is referenced in The Sandman: A Game of You. Labyrinth - Neil Gaiman is an admitted fan of the Jim Henson film Labyrinth.  A friend of mine insisted that Morpheus is “Goth Jareth” (David Bowie’s character in Labyrinth). And a Game of You has some plot similarities to Labyrinth.  Labyrinth has six original songs by David Bowie. 

Queen -  It’s no secret that Neil Gaiman is a Queen and David Bowie fan and tends to reference both whenever possible in his writing.  The Sandman Brief lives is no exception.  When Delirium wanders into a night club two men are discussing the death of Freddie Mercury, the lead singer of Queen, and one mentions someone making the crude joke of “Another One Bites the Dust” (a popular 1980 Queen song).

There are many more rock music references in The Sandman but these are the ones I could remember off-hand.    Think how strange it would be if all of these (80s) rock elements were removed from The Sandman somehow.  

And this is a more recent connection but John Cameron Mitchell (Hedwig and The Angry Inch) plays Hal AKA Dolly, the drag queen, in The Sandman Netflix series storyline called The Doll’s House.   

[whyilovewomen]

I think i’m gonna write a fanfic about Larissa Weems because she’s so hot and why not.(Like godamn did you saw Gwendoline Christie waka waka hehehehehe she’s so tall and pretty and hot as helllll with all my respect)

Did i have mention that i’ve got issues.

To sum up: You have known Larissa Weems since she was 16 years old and here you are again 20 years later in her office discussing the possibility of becoming a professor at Nevermore. revelations and possibly smuty things and cute kisses 

[irreplaceable-ecstasyy]

The Winter Blue

What If: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

TW: Mention of death, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries, angst

Summary: Inspired by Edd mistaking Tormund for a walker because of his blue eyes. The Great War was upon Winterfell. There were no farewells, only words of hope and faith in one another. To you, Brienne offered no more than a rare half smile with the promise of a brighter one once the war was over. Despite the gloom, her blue eyes still shone under the flames of the torches, and it was the last thing you saw of her before she turned to leave.

[Feel free to make requests (especially for the golden trio of Gwendoline Christie characters: Phasma, Brienne and Lucifer) . I've never written a [Y/N] thing before but heck, I just needed a bit of a rewrite for the dreaded season 8 :> I'm in a write-y mood & this came to be & it's angst. Enjoy <3]

Upon the wall from where you stood, bow and arrow in hand, you watched as the dead flooded the living. They came in waves, an unstoppable tide that would wipe everyone off the face of the North. You could not see where the tide ended. The dead stretched on so far, it was as if they were the sea climbing to the shore at the highest tide. Like waves, there came the crash. The first clash of weapons turned into a deafening buzz.

Sight was your truest and only weapon now. Over the clamor, you could not hear the commands of your leader but you knew to nock your arrow as your comrades began to take aim. The tide was coming dangerously close. You recalled how it extinguished the flames of the Dothraki cavalry, swallowing them whole with their horses. While death was no fiend to you, you could hear your blood rushing in your ears, the thrumming of your heart against your chest. No one wished to die by the wrath of those who have already died.

To be beaten by Death's pawns was a cheap game to lose.

Down went another line of soldiers. It was a game they were already losing. Drawing your bowstring, you took aim and fired. You did not wait to see where it struck for you were already reaching for another arrow. You nocked it, drew once more and fired. And again, and again. There was no flow in a war so filled with discord and destruction. Who needed formation when it was a matter of whose blade struck first? Or in your case, how many did your arrows kill first before the dead killed a fellow comrade?

You continued without rest, the same cycle. Nook, draw, release. Your arm was growing weaker in exhaustion but still, you pressed on. You'd lost count of the arrows you'd shot and with the smoke in your eyes, it was difficult to tell who was a friend or foe. Everyone was bloodied, the dead and living were armored alike as well as armed, and they all fought the same. They fought to kill rather than survive.

When everyone thought they were safe behind the walls, the dead broke in. It was then you ditched your bow for a sword to help those who fought on the castle grounds. With the living back behind the walls, you searched desperately for a familiar face but the horde was suffocating. Left and right, people dropped to the ground with their last breath, and some tore apart in a spray of blood as a blade sliced through them.

Where was she?

You lifted your head in hopes to see her towering figure, a glimpse of messy blonde hair- Something, at least! But to no avail, you were swept into a corner by the raging tide. You swung your sword at anything that dared to approach you in an attempt to clear the way, but the dead pressed on. To make matters worse, the Night King turned their people on them.

You saw how your fallen comrades rose from the ground, where you saw them drop like puppets whose strings were cut. Now they had a new puppet master. The sword in your hand felt heavy as you watched these familiar faces fight their friends. Who was the foe and who was the enemy now?

Whenever you swung your sword, you would close your eyes and allow the weapon to lead your strength. You could not bear to watch your friends die a second time nor could you look them in the eyes. Even as they dropped to your feet, you refused to look at them. As you were about to swing your sword again, a pair of blue eyes caught yours and your sword clattered to the ground after a meek swing at an incoming walker.

You knew those eyes, you'd seen them not long before the war began. Blue hues that glowed so magnificently every time you saw her. How enchanting they were. She was here. You'd found her. You took a step towards Brienne, a hand outstretched to her. You wanted to pull her by your side where she was within an eyeshot from you. You felt safer knowing that she was still here with you as it vanquished all your fears. You could finally breathe in this cold winter air.

As you advanced closer, your lady soon a few feet away from you, you began to come to a slow stop.

You felt your chest tighten. . .

The glow in her eyes. It was not from the torches. With no crowd between you and Brienne, you could see the blood pouring down her armor from where it was breached. Her chest where her heart was was hollow, ripped by the hands of the dead. She had been stripped slightly of her armor where the dead tore at her. Beneath the layers, every inch of exposed skin was littered in scratches and open wounds that bled profusely.

Then you looked up at her. Her hauntingly beautiful face. You'd seen her eyes; they were always the first thing you saw of her and always the last when you bade farewell. You had not seen the way her mouth hung open from when she screamed from a painful death, as the dead scratched her skin and wrenched her heart out. You missed the crimson that poured down her lips and stained her hair like dye, and worst of all, you missed the pale emptiness in her gaze.

You clutched your sword tighter as you stared up at Brienne, your vision blurred by tears. You saw her step towards you, one heavy step after another, and before you knew it, she was charging at you. You could hear her thundering footsteps, see her blurred silhouette ready to slaughter you with her bare hands. Blinking away your tears, you closed your eyes and stabbed your sword upwards. Whether it struck her or not, you could not care but you knew you did for the impact did not come.

Brienne toppled at your feet as her head slid off the sword where you had struck her. A clean death. Where she laid, her eyes rested on you with a gentleness you'd grown so used to. Your throat ache, though, not from the cold but from the sobs that the war was drowning out. The winter blue of the Night King had gone and you knew you were looking into her eyes once more. The last thing of her you will ever see.

The last farewell.

[aluvian]

Top 5 ships

Not me temporarily forgetting every ship I've ever shipped when I saw this ask. And then having to pick from the numerous ones I do have. Lmaoooooo 😂

Fox Mulder x Dana Scully - The X-Files. The ship to end all ships. The blueprint. When I say that your faves could never, I truly mean it. Mulder and Scully probably did it first and continue to do it better. We have them to thank for the term shipping and online spaces where we can scream about and over our faves. They've given me permanent brain damage. 🥰

FemShep x Garrus Vakarian - Mass Effect. The ultimate battle couple. My favorite cross-species liaison, who aren't afraid to test the limits of reach and flexibility. Their transition from friends to friends with benefits to UH OH I CAUGHT SERIOUS FEELINGS is immaculate. Plus, we get some real dialog bangers. My personal fave: "You know me, I always like to savor the last shot before popping the heat sink." I LOSE IT EVERY SINGLE TIME.

Neo x Trinity - The Matrix. There isn't a sexier ship out there, and that's a fact. Imagine looking that hot all the time and being willing to die for one another without a second thought or ounce of hesitation, even if it means dooming the rest of humanity. Goals, tbh.

Jaime Lannister x Brienne of Tarth - Game of Thrones/ASOIAF. I would be physically/mentally/emotionally incapable of not shipping something that was Beauty and the Beast coded. ESPECIALLY if it's an inverse of the classic fairy tale. I try not to think how the show did them so dirty. And I have still not recovered from that, btw. Nikolaj Coster-Waldau and Gwendoline Christie deserved to play book!JB so, so badly. CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE??????? The show did give us some iconic moments with them but ultimately wasted all that potential. Still holding out on George and TWOW. I truly believe he's not going to let us down.

Roy Mustang x Riza Hawkeye - Fullmetal Alchemist. They are literally Mulder and Scully in anime form. How could I not ship them? Their devotion to each other makes me want to chew through the drywall. "I'll follow you into hell if you ask me to." HELLO??????????????

...annnnnnnd I definitely have a type when it comes to my OTPs 😅

Honorable mentions: BroShep x Tali'Zorah vas Normandy from Mass Effect, Batman/Bruce Wayne x Catwoman/Selina Kyle from the Batman franchise, Rogue x Gambit from the X-Men franchise, Vash the Stampede x Meryl Stryfe from Trigun & Trigun Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Milly Thompson from Trigun, Guts x Casca from Berserk*, Shinya Kougami x Akane Tsunemori from Psycho-Pass, Meryl Stryfe x Nicholas D. Wolfwood from Trigun Stampede, FemRyder x Vetra Nyx from Mass Effect: Andromeda, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes from the MCU, Leon S. Kennedy x Ada Wong from Resident Evil...and I truly could keep going. I have a lot of ships. And I will spare you guys my sports anime ones. 😆

*I do need to give a special shout out to Guts and Casca for being especially insane. Imagine initiating a sword fight with a guy, stabbing him, then deciding to fling yourself off the side of a cliff afterwards, having him rescue you by grabbing you at just the right time (with the hand he used to pull out the sword you stabbed him with no less), then crying and calling him a fool, then kissing him, then fucking him. They truly do not make anime/manga ships like this anymore. 😔

Wow. Never get me talking about anything I love because this is what happens. I simply do not know how and when to shut up. Anyway! This was tons of fun, and I appreciate you sending me this ask so much. 💙

Ask me my Top 5 anything!

[mqyim]

NEW GWENDOLINE CHRISTIE CRUMB FROM THE PERFECT MAGAZINE BTS

most of the comments were just about about her lmao i love it.

[salems-spaghettios]

It will be okay sweetpea pt.1

~Gwendoline Christie x pregnant!daughter!reader

Bold + Italic = flashback/memory

Italic = idk man, i used it for different things

Bold = thought

Warnings: light mention of alcohol, death, blood, miscarriage, somewhat descriptive self-harm, implied eating disorder, childbirth, self-depreciation, mental health, angst? (im probably forgetting something.)

a/n: this was literally a dream i had. there is fluff, and this read is complete shit, i'm really sorry. Also I had to break it up into parts bc tumblr said I wrote too much

You were four weeks away from your third trimester in your pregnancy, and you had a doctor’s appointment today. You’re always nervous with doctor’s appointments relating to your pregnancy, but your mother, Gwendoline. Always makes your anxiety dissipate. Today, she had a tight schedule and so you were left all on your own to venture to the clinic. She would be home when you got back though, so you could tell her about it.

You reached the clinic and were nervous, but your mother told you that ‘nervousness is just excited energy hiding.’ You don't have much to worry about, you don’t strain yourself working, you don’t sit around and do nothing, you eat healthy.

“What could go wrong?”

So, you walked into the clinic. “Hello, my name is y/n Christie.” You quietly said to the woman at the front desk. Watching you as you entered “Hello Ms.Christie! Your clinician has someone else currently, but will see you afterwards. Please take a seat wherever you are comfortable.” She spoke with pride, she clearly liked her job. “Um- could you tell me where the restroom is?” You asked, almost embarrassed that you have a bladder. She pointed to your right, and you entered the restroom, it was a single restroom, not one with multiple stalls. You locked the door behind you, pulling down your trousers and panties as you sat on the toilet. And that’s when you saw it. Your panties soaked in your blood, not having bleed through to your trousers though. Tears filled your eyes as you looked down, it reminded you when you got your period for the first time. Your thighs were covered in blood and you thought you were dying. You were in school and had called your mother telling her you were bleeding out and that you loved her. She realised what happened and came to pick you up from school early. She told you what it was, why it happened, how it sucks, and she took care of all of your needs, like she always has. “It will be okay sweetpea” She says after every bad day. It always lifts you up.

You were sobbing at this point, tearing running endlessly. You couldn’t call your mother, she’s going to be disappointed that you couldn’t carry this child. She’ll think you did it on purpose, you were worried she was going to hate you. You at this point had strained breathing, as you were gasping for air, and trying to breathe properly. Tears still streaming down your face, you jumped still seated, at a knock on the door. “Helloo.. Ms.Christie, I’m ready to see you now!” It was your clinician, Dr.Vogt. Shit, you tried cleaning yourself up as best as possible with haste so as to not worry your doctor. Finishing up you flushed the toilet and washed your hands carelessly, you opened the door and were greeted by your clinician. You followed her through a hall to an ultrasound room, where the first question she asked you was “Why were you crying earlier?” You couldn’t speak, your voice was hoarse from crying. “Did you and your mother get into an argument?” She noticed your mother’s absence at today’s appointment. You shook your head, accepting you couldn’t say it. You looked down realising how your hands didn’t clean well. She looked at your fingers intertwined with each other sitting in your lap, and she saw what she assumed was your blood underneath your fingernails, and she realised. Concerned for you she immediately checked your heartbeats, or you suppose singular heartbeat now. She then brought over the ultrasound machine, you couldn’t bear to look at the screen. You were going to have the gender be a surprise to you and everything, you let your mother have the ultrasound photos not trying to peek at them. But you wanted a surprise, so it was kept from you. You had your eyes screwed shut, waiting for your clinician to break the silence, she placed the cream on your stomach and checked your uterus. She already knew what happened when she had listened through the stethoscope, but she didn’t want it to be true. She worried for you. She looked at the screen and then you, seeing you hiding your face under your hands she spoke up. “Ms.Christie, I’m afraid you have miscarried, but–” You threw your shirt over your stomach and walked out, sobs poured out from you as you walked down the hall you anxiously walked through earlier, you found the doors and left. You got in your car, and sped home. Hoping as soon as you got away from the clinic you’d be fine along with your unborn child.

You walked in the door of your family’s house. You hung your bag up, grabbed a glass from the cupboard, opened the fridge and grabbed your favourite wine. You haven’t had alcohol since finding out about your pregnancy. You poured yourself a glass, and as you went to down the entire glass at once. Your mother emerged, curious when hearing your sniffles and silent sobs, “Hey sweetpea do you like this colour or-” Seeing the alcohol in your hand turned her somewhat defensive, “Absolutely not!” She took the glass and wine from you with ease, you didn’t even try to fight her. This did trigger the most gut-wrenching cry to ever come from you though, you slid down against the counter from where you stood using the counter for support, and you hid yourself in your knees when you finally reached the floor. Your mother knew it was bad, you hadn’t cried like this since your fiancé was in a car crash, and passed. You were crying even harder now than you did then. You couldn’t breathe, you let out such heavy exhales that you only got a wisp of air when you inhaled to breathe. Gwendoline immediately set down the clothing she had in her hand, and got down to your level. She assessed you before saying anything, noticing a wet spot on your shirt from the ultrasound cream you never bothered to wipe off. She decided to sit right next to you, she wrapped her arm around you. “Honey I don’t know what's wrong, but you need to breathe.” She spoke softly and with caution in order to avoid conflict. Watching you with concern. You couldn’t fix your breathing and then you felt tired, and your eyelids felt so heavy. You couldn’t sit together anymore, you just fell onto your mother. And then it was dark and quiet. You woke up on the couch, you felt tears streaming once again. It wasn’t fair, you had been twenty-three weeks pregnant, you shouldn’t have lost the baby. The chances were basically zero, which means it was all your fault. You scanned the room for your mother, not wanting to be alone for too long. You realised she was next to you on the couch, so you mustered your strength and slid up the couch and rested your head on her thighs. She gladly accepted you, and played with your hair as you rested on her lap. She wanted to talk to you, but she didn’t know what to say. She started to hum, a song that came on the radio the day you found out you were pregnant. Was it just a nightmare? Unfortunately, you knew, it was real. You were with your mother, but you felt alone. You couldn’t tell her, she’d hate you. “Honey, I called your clinician, she told me everything. It’s not your fault. You didn’t let her finish though, you are still-” Finally finding your voice, you cut her off. “Mum, I-” your voice strained more “Don’t you hate me for not being able to carry a child to term?” Looking up at her with tears flowing ever freely, “No, sweetpea, never. I could never hate you for something you have no control over whatsoever. I’m glad you're healthy. Now, can I please tell you what Dr.Vogt said?” You shook your head, eyes locked with her, she respected your choice. But she had to tell you at some point, but she could wait a little bit for when you calmed down more. For now she said softly as she noticed you were drifting to sleep, “I love you and it will be okay sweetpea.” You knew with your mother taking care of you it will be okay, which made your last tears of the night fall. As sleep overcame you.

[balimode]

@trashsquatch brought it to my attention that Karl Lagerfeld hated pink, and there were quite a few people who wore that to the MET Gala... but the question became whether or not it was done on purpose or if they just didn't do their research! So, without further ado:

Did They Wear Pink As A Fuck-You to Karl Lagerfeld?

Alexandra Daddario - shaky, this is Greige

Viola Davis - THAT bright ass pink? Absolutely

Lily Aldridge - super subtle from the front, MASSIVE from the back, so maybe

Allison Williams - it's orange, so she might need a colour test if it was

Jennifer Lopez - really more of a pearl pink and I honestly doubt it

Dasha Zhukova - she knew him irl and she's done some iffy shit herself so definitely not

Donatella Versace - same case as Dasha, HOWEVER... she seems like the type to be petty so I can imagine yes

Gwendoline Christie - she's a big lady and Karl was a notorious asshole about body types, so possibly. I just wish she'd worn something with some shape to it

WAIT. GWENDOLINE AS LADY D. I SEE THE VISION

Ashley Graham - quite literally known in the industry as a plus size model so yes absolutely

Sydney Sweeney - ehh... this is edging on greige, and with the bow and embellishments, I think she just liked the colour

Precious Lee - another larger woman and it’s almost an accessory; with how bright it is, for sure yes

Song Hye Kyo - feels accidental more than anything

Grace Elizabeth - she worked with him, so she would probably know... and that's a LOT of pink, including her makeup. If it was, she probably has stories

Kate Moss - knew him irl but not smart enough to do it on purpose/probably liked him

Naomi Campbell - also knew him irl and.... it feels very deliberate, so probably

Karan Elson - even if it was, it was poorly done and she needs a new stylist regardless

Quannah Chasinghorse - with that context now in mind, and how careful Quannah has been about choosing her fits with purpose in the past, definitely yes and I have a new appreciation for the outfit

Quinta Brunson - hmm... maybe. She's not ~model skinny and she's very much of my generation so I can see yes

Nicole Kidman - nah, they hung out a bunch and seemed to like each other, this was just an awful decision

Mirka Federer - I think she just likes pink, she wears it a lot

Bee Carrozzini - OH SHE'S ANNA WINTOUR'S DAUGHTER. ...why can't anyone in this family dress themselves 😭 but with that in mind, no, just bad taste

Harvey Guillén - ABSOLUTELY 💯 AND WE LOVE HIM FOR IT

Chloe Fineman - she also had this little cat purse thing which was apparently a Lagerfeld ~staple... so this seems like a shady homage

HONORABLE MENTION to Lizzo, who did not wear pink but straight up got photos done of her eating fries in her MET Gala fit!

[katkafe]

HELLO, IVE JUST FINISHED WATCHING WEDNESDAY

because i am the biggest dumbest nerd when it comes to the addams family: ive made a crappy list of why wednesday is everything i hoped for and more and why it is absolutely fucking perfect. spoilers.

im not entirely sure on how to start slow with this one so im getting right fucking into it. enjoy reading the disaster of my thoughts on this masterpiece:

AMAZING CASTING. jenna is incredible as wednesday, catherine and luiz are the perfect morticia and gomez, i adored seeing christina ricci KICKING ASS. gwendoline christie was amazing as weems, fred armisen as fester???? lost my shit he was so perfect. i don’t think there was a single cast member i wasn’t amazed with.

no genuinely i loved all of the nevermore students

fell in love w enid so fast omg i was rooting for her so hard her arc was so awesome (her and ajax are so cute too)

rip rowan you would’ve loved wenclair

THING!!!: its not the addams family without thing, and its especially not the addams family if thing isn’t being a little shit stirrer the whole time. perfect beautiful i love him A++ 

THE WEDNESDAY/PUGSLEY DYNAMIC WAS SO ON POINT they literally have the actual best sibling dynamic

i now know that you have not lived until you’ve seen wednesday addams stuck in a love triangle. she is not a character that you would expect to have a romantic interest but now in my mind she’s just beautifully a-spec and probably demiromantic. yes obviously i love xavier.

don’t get mad at me but i don’t ship her w enid that much?? at least not romantically but hey i would not complain if we had a polycule or qpr!!!

also it was genuinely so cute to see wednesday making friends like. why was i sobbing so much when she hugged enid. holy fuck.

THE DANCE SCENE. SHES AN ICON SHES A LEGEND AND SHE IS THE MOMENT

i am referring to both her actual dancing and ofc “they couldn’t even spring for real pigs blood. its only paint.” so real.

cant even stop myself from mentioning that jenna ortega looks very hot covered in blood which happens a lot in this series. like almost every episode. jesus fucking christ i am so in love with her.

i am a huge edgar allen poe nerd so i fucking adored every little reference to his works. also the idea that he was an outcast is so real to me.

speaking of outcasts: ngl definitely could’ve come up with a better name, “outcasts” just made it sound weirdly like some awkward teen high school drama but you get used to it

wednesday’s visions were so cool??? i loved the whole goody addams thing their interactions were really cool and god i just was not expecting that at all.

ok tbh it was really weird that her name was goody, since “goody” is the puritan equivalent of “mrs.” (its short for goodwife) so idk why they did that but ok i’m still here for it

honestly in general they do a really good job of keeping you guessing. i was suspicious about almost every single character throughout the whole series. 

in retrospect i should’ve known tyler was gonna be an asshole from the start cause. i mean. his name is tyler. no offense to my tylers, but be real when have you ever seen a tv show character named tyler that wasn’t a douche. i’ll wait.

i’ve typed tyler too many times and it no longer looks like a real name

episodes are nice and long but i obviously wish the series was longer, but it was super bingable and i’m probably gonna rewatch it 3 million times until the next season inevitably comes out.

not to be dorky but i loved how every episode title was a pun w the word “woe” 

i have really horrible media literacy in the sense that i overthink EVERYTHING so to me like almost everything in that was beautifully executed symbolism and maybe it was but when i say i lost my shit when i noticed wednesday stand on enid’s side of the room and fsr thats the only example i can think of rn BUT STILL

overall 5 stars 10/10 show i cant wait for more i love the plot i love the characters i love the cast i will be recommending it to everyone ik and more

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

oh please share your feelings about miss weems, i am LISTENING!! oh my godddd the same thing happened to me and i and to pretend like i didnt want to jump out of the car when they specifically mentioned gwen

dshiufgyzuihaudfys i have so many feelings idk where to fucking start. like the most unpopular opinion i have, i think, is that she'd be a bit of a boomer ahhahahah (i know she's a gen x don't come at me). but like not enough ppl consider that she is. like 45 or however old she's supposed to be in the show. i think she'd send these smileys :-) at the end of her emails, she'd probs do the occasional "too many dots at the end of a sentence" and she'd unironically enjoy those old facebook wine mom memes. her back hurts All The Time bc she sits behind a desk the entire day. i also think she'd totally go to like a rockabilly night at a local pub or smth ahhaha. she'd shed a tear watching cute animal reels occasionally and just be the most basic white lady sometimes. god i have so many headcanons and Also Feelings ajfhdsiagajfdshu they did my girl so dirty in the show. also unpopular opinion -- idk if i want them to revive her (i mean i do bc more gwen ahahha) but like i don't know i trust them with my Baby i don't want them to ruin her. i Don't Trust them. if they revive her and make her date the fucking sheriff or smth i will punch a wall dajsihfajfdkssfj

uhhhh i regularly have to pretend i am Normal about gwendoline christie. my really close friends Know tho. they are just ah. just a regular tuesday for this bitch. she crazy but we love her

[burningblake]

things i absolutely loved about wednesday

the cinematography!!

the MUSIC!!!

the way you can tell it's a tim burton production (right down to the fact that danny elfman is the composer omg the teenager inside me is thriving)

GWENDOLINE CHRISTIE! Wow, just wow! The range this woman has! Amazing! (the scene where she turned back from Tyler to herself? absolutely fan-ta-stic!)

Wednesday playing the CELLO while the school erupted in chaos, absolutely love that energy lmao

Similarly, Wednesday's smile when the piranha ate that guy's testicle lololol

Morticia Addams, her voice, her outfit, her personality, wow, I'm—

did I mention tim burton vibes, yeah

THE THING! Omg, how cute?! So tiny yet so lethal I love him!! I never imagined a scene where a bloody and stabbed hand of a person almost dies would be such an emotional experience, but here we are

and finally, ENID SINCLAIR!?!?!? You don't understand—she's everything to me! A werewolf with nail-polished claws? An absolute sunshine that will not take your bs, yet cannot hold grudges because she's just an angel? The fact that she loves and understands Wednesday more than anyone, the fact that she turned into a wolf only to protect her and then her stunning hair highlights made it to her werewolf form? The fact that she has mommy issues and cannot help thinking that she is a doormat and a softie because her mom keeps saying so? The way she's absolute besties with the Thing, I could go on forever! Just... her!!

[inmediasresblog]

The Rebels of the 2023 Met Gala

The 2023 Met Gala paid homage to the late Karl Lagerfeld iconic designer and creative director for both Chanel and Fendi. The red-carpet hosted standout looks from designer Thom Brown, plenty of iconic vintage pieces and the men wearing more than just plain suits for once. This year’s gala theme saw arguably one of the most cohesive collections of looks with black and white colour schemes, pearls, and signature Chanel silhouettes. 

However, there were certain standouts from the crowd, and no, I’m not talking about Jared Leto and Doja Cat’s Choupette cosplays or whatever Lil Nas X was doing. I am instead referring to all those who subverted this year’s theme actively embodying the things Lagerfeld disapproved of or spoke out against whilst still remaining fashionable and met gala worthy. 

Karl Lagerfeld’s talent as a designer was undeniable and his impact on the fashion industry was astronomical, however, he has also become a controversial figure when it came to his misogynistic and fatphobic comments as well as his beliefs on refugees and immigrants. He famously expressed his belief that no one would want to see curvy women on the runway and once called model Heidi Klum ‘simply too heavy’ to be a runway model. He mocked the MeToo movement in 2018 and even revealed that he did not support gay marriage despite being gay himself. This prompted backlash, most notably from actor and activist Jameela Jamil who expressed disappointment at this year’s Met Gala theme and the celebrities who attended. Now I by no means think that the celebrities who attended this Met Gala and praised Karl should be villainised as they are simply there to showcase the outfits. However, fashion has always been inherently political, so it was somewhat satisfying to see certain celebrities making more subtle statements on the red (or rather aquafresh) carpet. 

Firstly, Lizzo in her classic Chanel gown and pearls. On the surface this dress seems rather basic, boring even, and is not what fans were expecting from the loud and often eccentric pop star. However, perhaps the subversion of this look comes from Lizzo herself, as a fat, body positive, black woman Lizzo wouldn’t exactly be Lagerfeld’s ideal Chanel model. It’s possible Lizzo didn’t feel her outfit needed to make a statement as she was already doing that simply by being at this year’s met. 

Maybe this is a stretch and Lizzo was simply at the Met Gala because she was invited and not to make a statement, however, I find it harder to believe that Viola Davis was unaware of the statement she was making when wearing her outlandish pink Valentino gown. Lagerfeld famously hated the colour pink saying, “Think pink, but don’t wear it”. 

Other stars like Ashley Graham, Quinta Brunson, Gwendoline Christie, and Sydney Sweeney wore a muted pink but Viola Davis’ dress stood out with its brightness and blooming feathers. Initially, when exploring the Met Gala looks, I hated this dress and couldn’t understand why Viola and her team had decided on it. However, understanding the rebellion it represents has painted it in a new light, and whilst I’ll be honest, I still don’t like the dress, I comment the thought behind it. 

Finally, I cannot talk about powerful pink looks at this year’s Met Gala without mentioning possibly one of my all-time favourite male looks from a Met Gala and that is Harvey Guillén’s Met Gala debut in Siriano. “The theme of the night was Karl… so in his honor, I came as my fat POC self in pink,” He told The Advocate.[1] Perhaps I may be a little biased as a long-time fan of Guillén, however, I feel this is how to send a message at the Met Gala and still look fabulous. Overall, I disagree with Jameela Jamil’s comment’s that the celebrities attending the Met ‘relinquished (their) right to be taken at all seriously about anything important.’. I think it is possible to acknowledge Lagerfeld’s fashion legacy whilst simultaneously condemning his truly terrible beliefs and actions and I feel we see this best from the few celebrities bold enough to subvert the theme and still participate in the absolute phenomenon that is the Met Gala. 

[1] https://www.advocate.com/people/harvey-guillen-met-gala-siriano#rebelltitem18