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greengableslover · 7 months
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It was an evening of grey fog that had crept in from the gulf, swathed the harbor, filled the glens and valleys, and clung heavily to the autumnal meadows. Through it the sea sobbed and shuddered.
period drama + fog/mist
THE SECRET GARDEN (1993)
JANE EYRE (2011)
EMMA. (2020)
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005)
ANNE WITH AN E (2017 - 2019)
THE HANDMAIDEN (2016)
THE WOMAN IN BLACK (2012)
BRIDGERTON (2020 - )
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femcelgirlie · 1 year
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the girlies reading
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reportwire · 1 year
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E Woman Brings Its Virtual Mission to Life With In-Person Female Empowerment Event
E Woman Brings Its Virtual Mission to Life With In-Person Female Empowerment Event
Press Release – May 17, 2022 NASHVILLE, Tenn., May 17, 2022 (Newswire.com) – When Amy Shakhlo Karaman founded the E Woman app, she wanted to fight the trend of picture-perfect social media by giving women a place to speak up about what they are going through — dealing with work, divorce, family life, and more. Now, for the first time, Karaman is bringing her online women’s support group into…
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heysweetbee · 3 months
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bk-da-light · 12 days
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Instagram: didemoztas_
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cowboythewizard726 · 15 days
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oh my ogoyd..,,.,.mmarrcile you cuttie pattootie magical freak!!! everybody give her a round of applause!!1! what a wonderful girl woman !!! i love her dearly and she frightens me so
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psykopaths · 3 months
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Zoe Kravitz for the cover of Rolling Stone Magazine, 2018.
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undercovercannibal · 3 months
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Hannibal 1.02 “Amuse-Bouche” | 3.02 “Primavera” | 3.03 “Secondo” | 3.09 “...And the Woman Clothed with the Sun”
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pronounshe · 28 days
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cryptidtumbleweed · 2 years
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“That was the sound... of a FUCKING DIVORCE!!!!”
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Me:
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marzipanandminutiae · 8 months
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harbingersglory · 4 months
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hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !
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{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content
"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.
But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.
"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.
"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.
"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"
The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.
"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.
She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.
"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.
"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."
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heysweetbee · 6 months
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happy girl 😊
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oathkeeper-of-tarth · 1 month
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Isobel Thorm, icon, godsend, hero, absolute titan, determined to carry the hurt/comfort genre on her STR 12 shoulders. I adore her.
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Of course, the catch is that she herself has also Been Through The Horrors but chooses not to acknowledge this in favour of adamantly insisting on being the caretaker (which she is obviously very good at, like... professionally, as a cleric and healer).
And even more than that, caretaker to a person who is a big nigh-unkillable (but very significantly not, as Isobel herself points out, unharmable!) radiant wall of muscle and holy fury so used to being a champion and protector herself, extremely keen to dismiss her own issues as a bit of "paladin's fatigue" and "flights of fancy" and who is on so many levels, some very fundamental to her being, tied into being A Sword.
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I guess my point is... fic writer comrades-in-arms, this is what we call a goldmine.
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now try tell me barbie ain’t a high femme lesbian
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thornhawthorne · 6 months
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I'm sorry. I had to.
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