#may bennett

[best-character-named-x-poll]

have you done your daily click

[mndvx]

TITANS – Brother Blood (S04E06) ››› Joshua Orpin as Conner Kent / Superboy ››› Franka Potente as May Bennett / Mother Mayhem

[mychameleondays]

Joni Mitchell: Cour And Spark

GFS

Asylum SYLA 8756/OC 064 95090

Released: April 1974

[shrutithemisfit]

Titans & HOTD Parallels

The Queen Mothers who protect their cubs

The Mothers who misunderstood the 'prophecy' want their sons to rule

Their sons who don't want it

The sons who want it NOW after noticing their fans

The innocent babies who get dragged into this mess

[rhera]

PART I | PART II

Beetlejuice (1988) Dead Ringer (1963) Cinderella (2015) 101 Dalmatians (1996) Hollow Triumph (1948) Black Swan (2010) Vanity Fair (2004) Shanghai Express (1932) Dune: Part Two (2024) Opening Night (1977)

[urdreamygirl]

Autumn in the early 2010s 🍂🕯️🤍

Elena Gilbert, Aria Montgomery, late 2000s fall, early 2010s fall, pretty little liars, the vampire diaries

[firawren]

Colin Firth Barbies

In honor of May the Firth, please enjoy these Colin Firth Barbie posters.

[ratatatastic]

you know i didnt think i needed stolie benny and matthew with their arms all over each other singing and swaying along to music as they sip on beers but shame on me i shouldve known i needed it

WPLG Local 10 | 6.25.24 (x)

[omg-hellgirl]

John Lennon, Bianca Jagger, and May Pang at the Beacon Theatre in New York City, 1974.

[the-irrelevant-trumpeter]

max “had a crush on sandra for years to the point where everyone knew about it except for sandra” bennett and sandra “dated max for 4 months and already started planning her proposal” wilkinson. btw. if you even care.

[agentark]

trying to enjoy my silly little time traveling sci-fi show while clara and the doctor say the most devastating things to and about each other every other episode like my god

If the Doctor is still the Doctor, he will have my back.

Clara, I'm not your boyfriend. // I never thought you were. // I never said it was your mistake.

Please, just...Just see me.

Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?

Clara, I'm terribly sorry, but I'm exactly what you deserve.

There was one other man. But it would've never worked out. He was impossible.

When do I not see you?

Die with whoever comes after me, you do not leave me.

I don't care about your rules, or your bloody survivor's guilt. If you love me in any way, you'll come back.

Immortality isn't living forever, that's not what it feels like. Immortality is everybody else dying. She might meet someone she can't bear to lose. That happens, I believe.

I let Clara Oswald get inside my head, trust me, she doesn't leave.

Longest month of my life. // It could only have been five minutes. // I'll be the judge of time.

I will die, and no one else here or anywhere will suffer. // What about me?

Everything you're about to say, I already know. don't do it now, we've already had enough bad timing.

Don't run. Stay with me.

I was lost a long time ago, she was saving you.

If you think because she is dead I'm weak, then you understand very little. If you were any part of killing her and you're not afraid, then you understand nothing at all.

The day you lose someone isn't the worst...it's all the days they stay dead.

I'd know you anywhere.

What were you bargaining for? // What do you think? You.

If she says so.

I had a duty of care.

People like me and you, we should say things to one another.

Look how far I went, for fear of losing you.

You said "memories become stories when we forget them." Maybe some of them become songs.

hand in unlovable hand

[24kmagiic]

Klonnie Week | Day 4 - Exhibitionism Chicago, 1926

A Night With 'The Vixen'...

The feeling of being adored by a sea of men, packed like sardines while drooling at the sight of you was as thrilling as it was terrifying. The thought of a crazed killer being amongst one of those men sent shivers down her spine. The thought never kept her from stepping out on stage but it followed her with each step as she walked home each night. She always waited until the club manager threatened to kick her out before slipping under the cloak of darkness, hoping to not run into anyone who wished to harm her or carry out any of the twisted fantasies she played into while on stage. Velvet Vixen was a powerful siren on stage while Bonnie Bennett was a mouse.

On stage, she performed in front of men who paid a high dollar to abandon their families for A Night with The Vixen while at home, she performed for one man in particular. She wasn’t sure when he’d begun watching her but she noticed one night while preparing for a shower. Rather than drawing the blinds, Bonnie allowed The Vixen to take control and she found herself putting on a little show for her admirer. 

The mystery man watched as she dipped below the water and made a show of shaving her legs, slowly and meticulously. It felt empowering to command such attention and though she was used to doing it night after night, having one person in the audience was much more seductive than the sea of faces she was used to blocking out. 

Night after night, her secret admirer watched as her shows became increasingly more risqué. This show felt different from the hundreds of shows she’d performed in the past. This show left her more exposed and yet, she felt more in control than she’d ever had. She felt less like Velvet Vixen and more like Bonnie Bennett. So much so that, at times, she had trouble telling the two women apart. After each of her private shows, she pleasured herself alone in her bed; writhing against silk sheets as she called out for a man whose name she did not know while wondering if he pleasured himself the same way.

The thought of him gripping himself at the thought of her made her moist.

As sinful as it was, Bonnie never gained the courage to approach him and thankfully had never run into him. She wondered if he was kind enough to spare her the embarrassment. He kept his distance and that made her feel safe in a way. He didn’t seem like a creep. Honestly, if anyone was the creep in this situation, it would dreadfully be her.

Tonight, she decided to spice up the show. Rather than turning her back to him before dropping her robe, she kept ‘eye contact’, or as much eye contact as possible from the distance. Slowly, she allowed her robe to slip from her shoulders, revealing her pert nipples in all of their toffee-brown glory. She imagined his cheeks reddening at the sight but she didn’t stop there. With more boldness than she’d ever afforded herself, she slid two fingers into her painted red lips and coated them with her saliva before lowering her fingers to her center, pressing them against her fleshy core. 

The mystery man sat up at that and leaned in as Bonnie began to pleasure herself; timidly at first and then with more confidence. As she grew wetter, her moans increased and echoed against her bathroom walls as she sat at the edge of the clawfoot tub and spread her legs, giving him a naughtier view of what she was doing to herself. Just before she reached her climax, she pulled her hand away and sucked on her fingers again. The mystery man bit his lips and stood to reveal his engorged cock with his hands wrapped tightly around it. Bonnie watched as he pleasured himself and released into his hands. Her twat lept with excitement as he licked his lips and rested his head against the glass, obviously spent from his own orgasm.

It was the first time he’d ever revealed himself to her and she felt her chest swell with pride and possessiveness. She’d done that to him and she hadn’t placed a finger on him. Her eyes glowed with passion as she mouthed the words and beckoned in her heart, ‘Find Me.’ 

That night she slept peacefully and went on about her day with no signs of Mr. Sinful. Two weeks had passed since that night and she didn’t see him in his window any of those nights. She’d wondered briefly if he moved away in disgust. It wasn’t until she was backstage preparing for her show that she received a bouquet of three dozen red roses and an unsigned note that simply said, ‘Thanks for the show. See you tonight.’ Her heart raced as she shot to her feet and raced to the curtain. Discreetly, she scanned the audience but saw no signs of the face she’d grown acquainted with from her bathroom window. A bit disappointed, Bonnie returned to her dressing room and finished getting ready.

An hour later, she was in position and ready to start the show, waiting on the music and the curtains to draw before she began. As the curtains lifted, Bonnie’s heart raced when she found the entire club empty except for one, very familiar, face. Her cheeks flushed hot as she quickly scanned the area to see if this was some sort of joke. Her manager, just off stage, signaled for her to continue and Bonnie watched as Mr. Sinful took his seat, front row, center. Her heart thrashed in her chest wildly before Bonnie the Vixen became one and she began her usual performance for the only man in the crowd.

Their eyes remained glued to one another as Bonnie ended her routine and Mr. Sinful stood and gave her a standing ovation. He slowly made his way onto the stage until he was standing in front of him. He was taller than she realized; much taller, and his presence was overwhelming. His smell was nothing she’d ever known and she immediately engraved it into her mind as ‘his’ scent. Her heart raced as she thought of a billion things to say. He was finally here in the flesh and she hadn’t a clue of what to say to him.

“You found me,” she whispered. Mr. Sinful closed his eyes as if committing her voice to memory, before a smirk appeared, instantly soaking her negligee. He was handsome, much more so in person and it was all she could do to stop the dirty thoughts that plagued her mind.

“You summoned me,” he grinned. His voice made the urge to undress him on stage more pressing.

“I suppose so,” she grinned. “I suppose this was your doing?” She waved her hands around the club in reference to its emptiness. He nodded.

“Ah yes, I wanted your last performance to go out with a bang,” he said with a devilish grin and a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“My last,” Bonnie asked with a raised brow.

“Allow me to rephrase. Your last public performance,” he challenged. The two of them stared at one another for some time and Bonnie found, to her surprise, that she was not at all offended by his boldness.

“You don’t even know my name,” she counter-challenged.

“Niklaus,” he introduced with an extended hand.

“Bonnie,” she offered, both her name and her hand. Niklaus pulled her hand to his lips and placed a delicate kiss on it, never breaking eye contact.

“Bonnie,” he said with a soft smile, revealing his dimples. Bonnie felt her core flip with excitement. “Pairs well with Mikaelson, doesn’t it?” 

Bonnie bit her lip and smirked. 

“I think I like you, Mr. Mikaelson.”

[greenestkite]

so i just finished listening to wolfsong and reading ravensong (in one afternoon???? what the fuck??? i havent done that in ages)

that aside i keep thinking about how joe says ox is candy canes (and pinecones and epic and awesome) and also how important colour is in these books; red is protection and safety and alpha while green is home and comfort and peace and hey what colour are candy canes again?

[ratatatastic]

mikksy blowing smoke into the lens whilst muzzy and benny tinker with the cup oh hot girl shit she found the camera real fast i think i just found my manic dream pixie girl shes so quirky

edmonton oilers @ florida panthers game 7 postgame | 6.24.24 (x)

[weird-unlimited-ramblings]

The moment Emizel was revived Arthur was dammed to the life of father hood.

Arthur loves what? Void

Void is what? Magic cat

Shilo? Wettest cat ever seen, poor little meow meow to the 5th power

Emizel? My dude canonically has nine lives in a cat way,

Arthur got fucking owned. You can’t just leaves these little guys all alone.

[introverted-bard]

I was inspired.