#fucking christie

[darkcolorphantom]

OH MY FUCKING GODDESSS!! I CAN'T BREATH

just look at this woman..

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #prada #fashion week #fucking christie #goddess living amongst mortals #fashion icon

[pureseasalt]

#sandman netflix #the sandman #netflix #gwendoline christie #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #i will be insufferable about this #no i dont care if im in hell #lucifer morningstar is 7 ft tall and so fucking gender and im shooting my shot

[lem0nademouth]

something so insidious abt left wing antisemitism is that its all psychological mind games and manipulation and denial and gaslighting and making you question your own perception of reality. like its not enough to hate jews, no, you have to resolve your own cognitive dissonance about being a leftist who hates jews by victim blaming and outright lying. you cannot sit in your own discomfort and acknowledge that you have work to do, so you make it our problem. you slit our throats and force us to apologize for bleeding on you.

#antisemitism #judeophobia #judenhass #like not to be dramatic but this is fucking exhausting #i want a break #im gonna pull an agatha christie and fake my own disappearance

[thermodynamic-comedian]

actually i love it when the characters are all lying. i love it when they all have secrets and none of them trust each other. i love being given clues that solve puzzles i haven't even been presented with yet. i also love it when i get chills watching a scene without even knowing what it means, and when i do know what it means, i get even more chills. i love theorizing and thinking and solving and coming up with possibilities of where a story might be going. i love it and i will do it for free, for fun, for no real reason.

this is a mystery appreciation post!! if you appreciate mysteries and secrets and stories that slowly unravel before you, please interact!!!

#mystery >>>> true crime #mystery >>>> horror #i just really love me some mystery and thought that my love of mystery should be a tumblr post #gonna tag some shows and books that i love #1899 #(i just started watching it today w/ my parent. already filling all of my 'good mystery show' requirements) #only murders in the building #all the wrong questions #a series of unfortunate events #yes. snicketverse is valid mystery fiction. get over it. snicketverse fucks. #the nevers #maaan....i miss the nevers. im so sad that it got cancelled it was some gooood shit. #agatha christie #aka the absolute queen of murder mystery. she IS the genre. #hercule poirot #i grew up on hercule poirot. i still love hercule poirot. #books #literature #mystery #murder mystery #appreciation post #genre fiction #fiction #writing #fritz rambles too much

[ironic--maiden]

Holy fuck, i am so happy rn

#netflix sandman #the sandman #sandman #tom sturridge #ferdinand kingsley #kirby howell baptiste #mason alexander park #shitpost #netflix #neil gaiman #i am so happy #i order another two sandman Comics #this happy i am #boyd holbrook #jenna coleman #gwendoline christie #vivienne acheampong #sandman season 2 #fuck #dream of the endless #death of the endless #desire of the endless #lord morpheus #morpheus #despair of the endless

[ornithorynquerouge]

Christy Turlington, Camargue by Peter Lindbergh. 1993

#peter lindbergh #christy turlington #supermodel #camargue #sexy chick #seductive girl #kinky goddess #dream girl #nudity #hot nude #awesome body #amazing beauty #so fucking hot

[dollopheadsandclotpoles]

something something, swords as a metaphor for the heart, something

Game of Thrones 6x08 | Blue Eye Samurai 1x03

#mine #got #gotedit #blue eye samurai #game of thrones #braime #taimizu #jaime x brienne #taigen x mizu #bes #bes mizu #bes taigen #lannistarth #nikolaj coster waldau #gwendoline christie #all the video files i could find of this scene had mizu's face all glitchy for some reason idk why #i did the best I can #also how HILARIOUS is it that she just straight up fucking stole his scarf after knocking him out hdfkjghdf #Jaime Lannister #Brienne of Tarth

[the-plantman-is-queer]

I’m going insane rn

Doing one of my never-ending rereads and... even when Neil hated Andrew and fully believed all the worst rumors, he still expected someone to be in Andrew’s corner... and then in book three we see him decide to be that person:

something about the way Neil, a perfect stranger to the concepts of friendship and teamwork, still expected better from Andrew’s team and family... I know that’s the entire core of their relationship but it still knocks a hole in my chest to see it laid out so baldly

#the continuity of these fucking books fucking astounds me sometimes #a throwaway line on page 42 of book one being referenced explicitly on page 170 of book three #say what you want about Nora that is still absolutely insane #edit: because i accidentally posted this to my main blog #this is a 978 page self-published book series about a made up sport and the mafia #It has no business having some of the best fucking continuity I've ever read outside of agatha christie or tolkien okay?

[chaoticstateofaffairs]

Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. MOMMY! FUCK YES! HOLY SHIT! GWEN THE WOMAN YOU ARE! 🙌🥹🥰🤤🥵🤯🫠

#gwendolineuniverse #gwendoline christie #gwen christie #suit #mommy gwen #fuck yes #wednesday netflix #netflix wednesday #larissa weems #got #game of thrones #brienne of tarth #the sandman #top of the lake #miranda hilmarson #star wars #star wars the force awakens #star wars the last jedi #the personal history of david copperfield #jane murdstone

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Julie Christie (Darling, Doctor Zhivago, Petulia)—Oh she is stunning, and just the best thing of mid 60s cinema. Eyes like lamps, and just gorgeous

Samia Gamal (Afrita Hanem)— Egyptian movie star and belly dancer oh my god she is ELECTRIC and unbelievably charismatic, the way she can move her body matched with that perfect smile will melt you

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Julie Christie:

Samia Gamal:

#samia gamal #julie christie #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 1

[tricoufamily]

to be fair you have to have a very high iq to like strangerville (also young cahill and. some guy)

#strangerville haters dni forever #also yeah strangerville cas is just that good idk what to tell you #i hate my story rn i need to remind myself i'm capable of thinking of something good. my tragic george cahill lore 🚶‍♂️ #ts4 #ts4 cas #the sims 4 #townie makeovers #townie makeover #jess sigworth #dylan sigworth #christie sigworth #ted roswell #meredith roswell #mark eggleston #alice martin #(why is her head so fucking big hello. i didn't realize until i had them all lined up like this) #leslie holland #george cahill

[larissaoftarthweems]

this is my new personality bye

#gwendoline christie #she slayed #art #she’s fucking art #a goddess #i’m so in love #i can’t breathe #i’m also super gay

[thesorrowoflizards]

#larissa weems #principal weems #gwendoline christie #wednesday #tvedit #tvarchive #gert giffer #wednesday netflix #the addams family #FIXED THE FRAMES THAT GOT SENT TO THE FUCKING SHADOW REALM #ITS FINE

[rippersz]

#rippersz #ripleytalks #ripleysimps #funny #Gwendoline Christie #Larissa Weems #meme #Larissa Weems meme #Lee you fucking genius #courtesy of my friend Lee I’m gagged #Chernobyl meme #my hyperfixations colliding

[emsgwenstan]

Larissa when she shows up at her own funeral with the “did you miss me?” Look.

#holy shit she’s so fucking because the way my jaw dropped oh my god. #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #principle weems #wednesday #gwenchrist(ie)

[billiedeansbitch]

𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐) - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: sorry this took longer than expected whew (I had a flu) i'm fine now tho. also i had to dump the first two drafts because i didn't like it :>

warning/s: NSFW. SMUT. SMUT. SMUT

<— prequel

What occurred in the Principal’s office stayed in the Principal’s office.

Larissa didn’t dare bring that piece of memory back to the Principal's residence or into her bed. It was wrong enough for her to say a few things she shouldn’t have, that may have suggested frowned upon ideas and acted clearly on a whim. She later blamed that on the Cabernet Sauvignon that she indulged in during late afternoon after an impromptu meeting with the Mayor. 

But then as though the Gods above were testing her, you both almost kissed in her study while overseeing a few papers regarding the Academy’s finances from last year. Subconsciously, her body leaned closer to you and you unexpectedly turned, the way she caught your waist to stop the collision of your bodies made your cheeks flushed, your lips were mere inches away from hers, breaths fanning across each other’s faces.

As brief as it was, it was enough to light a fire in her stomach to last her the entire day. If 

She then abruptly dismissed you by the afternoon saying she could handle the final papers alone and you didn’t say anything to disagree with her and left as per instructed.

Finally, when you were out of earshot, Larissa let out a big, fat sigh. She then poured herself a fresh glass of wine, the colour almost matching the red on her face. She dropped on a velvet settee with a little less elegance, rubbed her temples as she removed her black rimmed spectacles. After that her hand wandered off to remove her heels.

She was damned as the wetness rubbed in between her thighs further soaking up her underwear. Her cunt ached and she knew, if she were ever to give you the chance, your mouth would serve her well. 

It was so wrong to be thinking about your mouth suckling on the skin in between her legs, your tongue teasing her plump, sodden folds and licking her clit. Larissa attempted to drown these filthy thoughts with wine however it seemed like it wasn’t the best of ideas. She didn’t care. She kept going with her imagination while her fingers crawled between her legs, her skirt hiked up around her hips. She kept seeing your eyes from an angle she knew all too well and then she–

The tips of her fingers were soaked, juices smeared all over the thin patch of hair and the insides of her thighs, her nipples rubbed on her blouse and her underwear–where was her underwear? Larissa was displeased to have been interrupted, she sat back and saw her white, cotton underwear a bit further away from the settee. 

Then there it was again, the knocking from the other side of her study.

-

The sky was dark with brooding storm clouds when you stepped out of her threshold. On your way to the parking area, you had your hand in your bag blindly searching for the messy bunch of keys. You stopped, feeling your fingers touched a rubbery surface. When you took it out it was the duck keychain attached to two different keys and they weren’t yours.

Halfway back, rain started to fall painting wet splotches all over the concrete. You made it to her front door, thrusted the spare key in and went inside. It was so quiet that you could hear the thumps of your heart in your ears. 

Slowly, you approached her private study knowing she would be there and as you got closer the faint noise from the other side became a lot more audible for you. The door was not completely shut, you noticed. 

Larissa had her hand in between her legs just like in your visions. She was whispering your name. Calling your name. She was…she was coming on your mouth. Absentmindedly, your tongue darted to lick the corners of your lips, tasting the imaginary cum of the woman.

You pulled yourself away from the door, panting and sweating.

–

The woman rose to her full, intimidating height, and forgone the notion of wearing the underwear and tucked it in her skirt pocket and went straight to the door and found out it was ajar. 

It was you staring back at her with those striking eyes, your lips offering her a small smile, “I forgot to give you these.” your skin was flushed, a coat of sweat on your forehead. Larissa took the sight in.

“I know I should have returned them the other day after you asked me to fetch a couple of documents but I forgot.” hanging from your finger were two of her spare keys, one for the main door and one for her private study dangle together with a little duck keychain.  She let you in, opening the door a little wider.

Larissa took the keys and set them on her table. 

There had never been so much silence like this one apart from earlier when you both froze with an unwavering gaze for one another, your lips only mere centimetres apart. Then you decided to part, ignoring the glints of longing in your eyes.

“I heard you. I heard you saying my name.” Larissa momentarily closed her eyes, she then turned her head toward you, arching her brow urging you to continue.

You took a step forward, your heart racing in your chest. Something was telling you, you shouldn’t do it. “You want me.” she scoffed, but by no means did anything to counter what you said. It fueled your confidence, you took another step closer. She was trapped in between you and the desk.

“Is that why you told me my visions are safe with you?”  it was breathy, your chest was heaving. Your eyes were looking  more hopeful. Larissa took in the softness of the blush on your cheeks, how your lips tremble every time you speak to her, your gaze wanting to falter but you held it steady with every ounce of will you had. 

What happened before in her office didn’t let you sleep. You kept thinking about it. About her. The things she told you, the way she grabbed your face and made you look straight into her eyes and when you whimpered her name

“Miss Weems” 

Then you saw her eyes darkening with desire, the deepest, darkest and most carnal of them all. 

“Your nipples are hard and you’re wet.” the gap closed from your bodies, you stood on your toes and your lips brushed against hers but never quite enough. Her lips twitched. Larissa stayed planted in front of you. “You want me.” you mouthed against her. You weren’t guessing. It was true. 

There was a flash of mischief in the woman’s eyes and before you knew it, it was Larissa’s turn, her lips hovering over your lips and breathing in the faint smell of rain water and lipstick, “I want you.” she said, looking into your eyes. She sounded dark and vicious although her eyes were warm, enchanting blues persuading you to lean more and taste those lips.

You surged forward meeting her lips at last. Weems’ hand instinctively found purchase on your waist, holding you up against her while the other cupped your cheek before they weaved through your hair and settled on the back of your head.

Her mouth tasted of wine with a hint of toothpaste. Her scent was fascinating, attracting you to roam with your mouth against the skin of her neck, smelling every inch and tasting it as you went. Lavishing each freckle you saw and god there was a lot and you happily showed love to each one of them.

Larissa felt her stomach drop, everything else she expected and imagined was incomparable to this. It was so much better and more.

“I want you, too.” you murmured in between the kiss. Larissa hummed, her chest clenching. “I want you so much.” followed by the most brutally breathtaking liplocking and hands wandering all over each other’s faces, buttons popping out and zipper being undone.

Her desk was cleared in a heartbeat, papers flung around and though this one was smaller compared to the one in her office in the main building it was just as sturdy.  Larissa held your face in her hands. “I want to be so gentle with you.” she planted soft, tender pecks on both of your eyelids, and you felt her smiling all the way through until she tucked a piece of hair behind you ear and whispered something filthy, “But we both know your cunt craves a hard fucking right now.”

Larissa didn’t mind how damp she was. This moment was about you and your pussy. Your sweet, and tight, little hole. The woman didn’t wait for you to recover from her words, she lifted you up on the desk, “Lie down, darling.” it was all finally becoming true.

What started out as languid flicks of her tongue turned to sadistic thrusts of her fingers, while her mouth kept wrapped around your clit, stimulating the hard, pink bundle of nerves and it had you fisting her hair, your toes curling from how good it felt. 

“More. More, please. Don’t stop.” You begged her as you felt the heat pooling in your lower belly. Her hand cupped you breast and squeezed.

“Don’t stop. Fuck me however you want just please don’t stop. You feel so good inside me. Fuck!”

Larissa was incredibly enjoying it as she smirked while adding the third finger, your walls immediately clenching tight around her fingers. 

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck.” It burned, it burned so bad like your walls were tearing apart but fuck she felt so good inside you and her fingers weren’t fully inside yet. “Larissa, fuck me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you I—“

“You won’t. You won’t. It feels so good. You feel amazing.” 

Larissa fucked you continuously until you were bent over her desk and she was fucking you from behind, her mouth clamped on your shoulder sucking pretty bruises around your body while her other hand was busy fondling your breasts, loving how firm your nipples were.

“You look so pretty like this. So pretty with my fingers in your cunt.” 

Weems was undeniably great and knew how to fuck best because after your third orgasm, you were spent and sore but you asked her to keep her fingers in and she watched as your cum dripped down her wrist. You looked down and saw the mess you made. 

When your face relaxed and your cheeks cooled, you looked at her with a wide-eyed gaze, your tears threatening to spill. Larissa kissed your forehead and pulled you toward her body, bringing your face to her chest and cooing at you. 

“Did I hurt you?” 

You sniffled, shaking your head “No. No, you didn’t. I’m okay. I feel good.” 

You pressed your palm on her naked chest, feeling the erratic pounding of her heart. “You made me feel the best.” You assured her, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her shoulder, tasting sweat.

Larissa smiled, feeling better herself. 

—

Later, you both ended up on the rag near the fireplace, the rainstorm hadn’t stopped, it kept pouring but neither of you cared. The thunders were loud but it was no match to the pitch of her cries, her legs were splayed and you were in between, lapping her cunt like it was your very last meal.

“Fuck yes, mhmm, yes that’s it—keep doing that, baby.” She was rolling her hips and fucking your face, spreading her legs even wider. You knew what you had to do. 

You shifted her leg over your shoulder and extended your tongue deeper into her as much as you could, curling and then sucking until her legs quiver. “I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming, (y/n).” 

You buried your tongue even farther inside, tasting the sweetness of her pussy and feeling her walls contract, her juices leaking straight to your mouth. You suckled on her clit and felt her legs jolt, her hand pushing your shoulder but you didn’t stop, you kept going and fucked her some more with your fingers. The room was filled with wet noises as your knuckles drove deep inside again and again, curling them while your mouth was busy taunting her nipples.

Her cunt was wet, the wettest you’ve ever had, she was plump and pink and very, very alluring, you couldn’t stop yourself. You wanted her. She was fucking delicious.

Larissa chuckled seeing your face smeared with her juices once you pulled away from her, your eyes still fixated on cunt. You frowned at her. “What?” you asked, utterly oblivious to how messy you look.

“Come here, darling.” she beckoned you to come. You obliged, crawling toward her. She propped herself up with her elbow, cleaning your mouth and chin with the back of her hand before kissing you lightly on the lips. Your cheeks warmed at the gesture.

You licked your thumb seeing there was a smudge of mascara just right below her left eye, “You got somethin’ here, too.” Larissa leaned and let you touch her face. “There you’re all pretty again.”

Larissa chuckled her chest vibrating on your ears. “I like it when you laugh.” you were now pressed right on top her, your head on her chest.

“Why?” she asked, staring aimlessly on the ceiling, her fingers combing your hair.

“Because it tickles my brain or something.”

Or something, you thought feeling all explosive things in your chest. Or something… 

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #larissa weems imagine #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines #gwendoline christie #larissa weems smut #this is so fucking filthy y'all