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classicfilmblr · 10 months

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13 Ghosts (1960) dir. William Castle

#13 ghosts #filmedit #horroredit #william castle #1960s #ours #by brittany #userscary #usergiles #moviegifs

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dailyflicks · 1 year

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Ritu Arya as Lena Khan in Polite Society (2023)

#polite society #filmedit #filmgifs #useranimusvox #userrobin #userladiesblr #action #comedy #*#2020s #by brittany

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junkfoodcinemas · 7 months

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Karen Black in TRILOGY OF TERROR (1975)

#trilogy of terror #filmedit #horroredit #useranimusvox #zombooyah #gifs #70s #by brittany

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cheesepop · 2 years

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Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie (1995) dir. Bryan Spicer

#mighty morphin power rangers the movie #mighty morphin power rangers #powerrangersedit #power rangers #filmedit #useranimusvox #userteri #ours #by brittany

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rrinnna · 3 months

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the realization this brought me made me cry actual tears.. [not mine]

#brittany murphy #uptown girls #girlblogging #girlcore #hell is a teenage girl #this is what makes us girls #girl interrupted syndrome #just girly thoughts #just girly posts #the virgin suicides #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lana del rey #girl blog #girlblogger #lily rose depp #manic pixie dream girl

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canisalbus · 3 days

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*carefully picks you up and peeks into your conch snail shell*

Ehm... Sorry to bother, but... Could we, maybe, possibly... see Vasco's wife and her lover pictured by your hand? Sorry again, thank you for listening. Take care.

*delicately lays you back into the water to prevent any stress or dehydration*

Unfortunately I don't have her lover figured out yet, but I think Ludovica looks something like this:

#own art #own characters #CanisAlbus #Ludovica #vertopus #Vaschete lore #I may still tweak the markings this isn't 100% guaranteed final design #might make her colors a bit more reddish perhaps #but you know this is the general vibe #she was originally inspired by brittany spaniels and one of my old unused characters #to be fair the whole thing was built around the idea that she should have strong eyebrows and green theme color #again jury is still out on the renaissance hairstyle/head piece I'll try to come up with something #still trying to get a good grasp of the girlfriend too #she's most likely her lady-in-waiting or other court companion #essentially a woman of high social class whose job is to accompany a noblewoman and assist her on her daily activities #a best friend more or less #conch snail hours #she will kick anyone's ass. she will kick your ass. she will kick your dog's ass. she will kick her own ass.

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mayjailorsirens2222 · 2 months

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i would do anything to go back and time and be her again

#lana del rey #girlblogging #female hysteria #this is a girlblog #girl interrupted #americana #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #pink #brittany murphy #uptown girls #childhood #this is what makes us girls #girlhood #life lessons #coquette

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gutsby · 1 month

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Diehard

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel tries Viagra for the very first time.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Erectile dysfunction. Daddy kink. Praise kink if you squint. Overstimulation. Cumplay. She/her pussy pronouns. Pushing physical limits with a pre-negotiated safe word in place for it.

Note: No more limp dick erasure. We die like [old] men.

Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse | Word count: 986

Joel just wanted to prove he could fuck like he used to.

He didn’t think he’d almost kill you in the process.

“JOEL!” you screeched, heels digging deep in the mattress as your climax came in seismic waves.

The stimulation was insane. Normally the much-older man would have been down for the count after two—and usually one—big O, but now his chest was heaving, hips relentlessly beating a punishing pace against your own.

Your walls were slick with not only your cum but his, milky ropes of his arousal making for an obscene set of sounds every time his dick slid in and out of your cunt. You could feel his balls tighten and twitch with every forthcoming spurt of him, practically reeling with the pulse of each new sticky gift inside you. His groans rumbled low, but the power and pleasure and outright primal fervor they conveyed were unmistakeable. You had to look down, feebly, to believe it yourself—Joel never fucked his way through your orgasm and his.

Then you felt a palm slide up the back of your head, and Joel held it up to make sure you watched him fuck you.

“J-Joel,” you whimpered, watching his girth disappear and reappear at least a half-dozen times as you did.

“Just a little more, honey,” he murmured against your forehead. The smack of each thrust was dizzying, “Want my pretty girl nice and full’a me before she leaves, okay?”

Joel never could let you head back to college without a few of his loads and a head full of filthy memories—something to hold you over until your next visit home. You would’ve liked to mumble back, ‘Okay,’ but then your pussy clenched around him, and his thrusts grew faster.

“My sweet girl,” he grinned, “She likes that, huh?”

You could scarcely manage a nod. The weight of your head was held fully by him, and if that wasn’t indicative enough of your fucked-out state, your face surely said the rest. When Joel leaned back to adjust the angle of his thrusts, he caught sight of your hooded, glossy stare and almost came all over again. He slowed his pace for once.

Then he dipped a finger between your body and his, just long enough to douse the tip of his digit with cum. He bottomed out inside you, watched you part your lips in a gentle gasp, and pressed his touch to that open space.

It was almost like you didn’t have the strength to suck. You just let him smear the sticky stuff along your lower lip, gaze plastered to his. Then Joel’s cock sank deeper.

“O-ow!” you whined, partly reanimated by the stretch.

“You can take it,” Joel grunted.

The double entendre wasn’t lost on you. You could, and would, take his finger and his cock inside. You suckled dumbly on the cum-drenched fingertip in assent.

But when Joel’s finger popped out of your mouth and his thrusts picked back up, you weren’t entirely convinced you would be able to hold up the second half of that deal.

It wasn’t fair. He took one magic pill, and poof, his dick stayed hard for half the fucking day. You had nothing but your youth and two shaking legs to ensure your survival. When Joel worked his cock back and forth a couple more times and it seemed your body was about ready to scream, you took hold of his biceps and squeezed tight.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

The tip of his cock nicked a soft ridge inside you, and you jolted back. Joel’s palm was still pressed to your head, holding you to him, and his hips had you pinned as well.

Instead of answering, you whimpered.

You didn’t want him to stop, but you also weren’t sure if you could handle any more. Your eyes met his, pleading.

“Can’t what?” Joel pressed, a little more sternly.

Another whimper. Inside, Joel’s cock was rubbing that pleasure point raw, and you felt another climax coming.

“Use your words.”

“Too— too—”

Each new thrust was sending stars before your eyes. Joel was one sick man if he tried to make you talk while he fucked you past the point of all intelligible speech.

“Too what? Tell me, baby.”

You’d get that fucker back someday. Joel just grinned.

“Too much,” you hissed when his hips delivered another mind-numbing push. Then, feeling pleasure threaten to peak at almost a painful degree, “Toomuchtoomucht—”

Joel continued thrusting, knowing damn well you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop. As if to underscore this point, he tipped your head back and made you hold his gaze, features creased with a frown.

“That sure don’t sound like the safe word to me.”

It wasn’t. You knew it wasn’t. He didn’t need to tell you twice, or even breathe a second word besides. With one more brush of Joel’s thick, throbbing, implausibly hard cock, he sent you over the edge and into your fourth orgasm of the morning, hitting that spot again and again.

And again.

Just like before, Joel fucked you through each wave, catching your lips this time to stifle your cries. You might’ve gone blind for a second or two, but that was alright; the pleasure, proximity, and then the sweet, erratic pulse of his cock sending rope after rope of his cum deep inside made the overstimulation worthwhile.

Your body went limp against the bed, held tight in Joel’s grasp, when you felt that sickly sweet dichotomy of soft, tender touches and a cock lodged between your walls that was as hard as it had ever been. Still trying to console you with kisses, still trying to warm you up for another round, perhaps, Joel almost laughed out loud in your mouth when you groaned into his and whispered:

“Please don’t ever take that fucking pill again.”