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I don't know how but Kate's sprinkled some of her woodland fairy magic on William for this photo
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blckrwidow · 2 days ago
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hailee steinfeld as kate bishop (hawkeye, 2021)
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kate-royal-style-world · 2 days ago
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A Royal Recycling (part 259)  
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chewbacca · 13 days ago
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AUBIN WISE photographed by Olga Prudka
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filmreel · 3 months ago
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TURNING RED (2022) dir. Domee Shi
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milfsource · 5 months ago
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MILF MONDAY | 04-01-2022→ AMCU (Action MILF Cinematic Universe):
CHARLIZE THERON in THE OLD GUARD (2020)
REGINA KING in THE HARDER THEY FALL (2021)
ANGELINA JOLIE in THOSE WHO WISH ME DEAD (2021)
SIGOURNEY WEAVER in ALIEN: RESURRECTION (1997)
MICHELLE YEOH, ANGELA BASSETT & CARLA GUGINO in GUNPOWDER MILKSHAKE (2021)
RACHEL WEISZ in BLACK WIDOW (2021)
LINDA HAMILTON in TERMINATOR: DARK FATE (2019)
ROSIE PEREZ in BIRDS OF PREY (2020)
CARRIE-ANNE MOSS in THE MATRIX RESURRECTIONS (2021)
tv bonus: MING-NA WEN in AGENTS OF SHIELD (2013-2020)
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femaledaily · a month ago
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AUBREY PLAZA for Cosmopolitan, April 2022
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femaleheroes · 3 months ago
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movie-gifs · 11 months ago
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Yvonne De Carlo as Anna Marie in Salome, Where She Danced (1945) dir. Charles Lamont
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msalyasimmonsfitz · 3 months ago
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ANTHONY BRIDGERTON AND KATE SHARMA | "The Choice" – Bridgerton 2.06 (2022).
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The Duchess of Cambridge was in high spirits as she arrived for the Cambridgeshire County Show, a celebration of the county in the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee year, at Newmarket Races | June 23 2022
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caroldanversenthusiast · 9 months ago
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respectfully, i would like mary elizabeth winstead to rip me in half, respectfully.
🎥 KATE (2021)
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wlwgif · 4 months ago
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ATOMIC BLONDE (2017)
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the-kaedageist · 7 months ago
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It’s fascinating to me to think about how different the destinies of Vox Machina and the Mighty Nein have been at the start of campaign 3. The events of this second episode hammered home what big names Vox Machina are, in this post-Vecna Exandria. Sure, not everyone may know the names of the members, but their party, their group, the fact that they saved the world? There’s a general level of cultural awareness about these things throughout Exandria, very similar to how on our world, there are various levels of celebrity knowledge. If Exandria has terrible tabloids, Vox Machina features in them regularly.
Contrast that with the legacy of the Mighty Nein. It is almost impossible to envision a world where someone like Bertrand Bell would use their name for his own prestige, where he’d just say the name “The Mighty Nein” and all the other low level characters on a completely different continent would at least go “oh yeah those people”. None of the campaign 3 characters (that we’re aware of) have any reason to be aware of the Mighty Nein’s existence, even though they also saved the world and accomplished just as much. The Mighty Nein’s legacy is quieter, more in the shadows.
This isn’t a new observation; others wrote on this before, especially around the end of campaign 2. However, after episode 2, I was so struck by how much these new characters highlighted that contrast - at least a few of them with direct Vox Machina ties, and almost all of them knowing of the group. But unless one of them had a personal connection with one of the Mighty Nein that we don’t know about, it seems almost impossible that any one of them would even know they existed.
The Mighty Nein are the tree that falls in the empty forest - but the sound they made echoed around Exandria. After accomplishing something so incredible, they settled down into lives filled with meaning for themselves and lived in relative peace, and I love what this says about the quiet ways that people can save the world every day.
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chewbacca · 9 months ago
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filmreel · 2 months ago
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THE LITTLE RASCALS 1994, dir. Penelope Spheeris
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femaledaily · 21 days ago
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CHARLIZE THERON as Stormfront in VCU’s Dawn of the Seven THE BOYS | 3x01 - Payback
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blooodwords · a month ago
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KATE BISHOP headcanons.
RATED E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT — 18+ — MINORS DNI.
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a/n: the first of however many fucking things i wrote in rehab. lil fluff, lil smut (but mostly smut). also might read a little messy bc it honestly has no direction and i am out of practice. it is what it is.
kate bishop x reader ; congrats! you're dating a sort-of avenger!
warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, daddy kink, humiliation, big big straps, light anal play, cnc, no aftercare ; reader is biologically female but no pronouns are used so could be read as ftm, nb, cis, or whatever tf else you want.
i am not currently fulfilling requests, but any made will be consdiered for future writing things...?
For your first date she takes you to an archery range. Mostly to show off but also to put a bow in your hands and touch you a little bit while she shows you how to draw properly.
The second is a Central Park picnic with pizza and champagne. “Say what you will about my mother,” Kate says as she frees a slice for the golden retriever at her side, “but her wine cellar slaps.” After a look at the label and quick web search: “Kate,” you tell her, “this is a forty-five-hundred dollar bottle of champagne from nineteen-eighty-one, and—“ “And we’re eating it with fifteen dollar pizza from nineteen minutes ago,” she says. “But. To be fair, that’s basically what she makes in an hour.” A beat. “She’s gonna cut me off again.”
You start sleeping with Kate on date six. She has tickets to an exhibit at the Museum of Natural History but she turns up in a gray plaid pantsuit and Docs and the two of you don’t even make it out the door (so, yeah, okay, you sleeping with Kate is date six). 
Kate has trouble focusing when there’s no underlying adventure, no chaos, no bad guys chasing her down the street in vans and tracksuits. She’s gotten used to the hero's life, the kind of life where danger lurks around every corner and life or death decisions are plentiful. Kate thrives on the mayhem and gets lost in the mundanity. Clint calls it adrenaline addiction. Yelena says Kate’s got Avenger blood (“She’s not an Avenger,” Clint says. “Too dangerous.”). Sometimes, even when she’s happy, even when she wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, it still happens. Her eyes will gloss over and she’ll retreat into herself and, “Where’d you go?” and “Earth to Kate,” are two things you catch yourself saying a lot during downtime.
“Kate.” “…Yes?” “Why is your bag moving?” The bag barks. “No reason,” Kate says, stepping in front of the wriggling duffel bag as a little black nose pushes through the open zipper, followed by a furry golden head. “Hear me out,” she says, crouching down to pull the wiggling golden retriever into her arms. “His name is Pepperoni.” The other dog, the big dog—Pizza Dog—bounds into the room and sniffs at the puppy in Kate’s arms. He yips once and sits on his haunches and the moment Kate puts the little dog down in front of him you know there’s not a chance in hell she’s letting that puppy go.
Kate thinks she’s the best thing since sliced bread. And in bed? Yeah, she probably is. She’s eager, adaptive, and curious no matter how many times she’s explored every last inch of your body. She spends a lot of time on your tits—squeezing and biting and licking and sucking—and when she isn’t too distracted, when she remembers that she has hands and can use them for something other than digging her dull nails into your skin, she’ll reach up and push her fingers past your lips while she closes her mouth over your skin and sucks until you choke on her fingers and push her head away and beg for a moment to catch your breath.
It took a month to get her anywhere near macaroni and cheese after Yelena rolled into town. That they’re constantly attached at the hip nowadays still blows your mind, but you can’t deny that something magical happens when they’re in the same room. It’s a lot like the little girls in the schoolyard at recess who mix potions in puddles with twigs and run cackling away when anyone asks what they’re doing.
She doesn’t like when you’re quiet. She’ll get vocal enough for the both of you if you’re really not up for it (or if you can’t, which has been happening a lot since she saw that one clip of a girl getting panty-gagged), but she doesn’t like to do anything in silence. It’s not tinnitus, and she's not going the way of Barton, you know, because you’ve asked, and she says she can exist in silence, says the quiet isn’t debilitating or anything, it’s just that she doesn’t like it. She blames it on the city, says no one in Manhattan knows how to operate without twenty-four-hour background noise, which is probably true, but you think she might just like the sound of her own voice. Yours will do when she can’t listen to herself, sure, but sometimes you like to keep quiet just so she’ll push you further and fuck you harder and tell you she needs to hear you. The one time you called it begging she got all huffy and red in the face and insisted that she’s never once begged in her entire life.
Kate likes you on your belly. She likes watching your thighs shake, likes watching the muscles in your back tense and relax as you prop your hips up and offer yourself to her. She likes palming your ass and pulling your cheeks apart and the little sighs of anticipation and excitement you make when she spreads you wide and holds you open just to look, just to keep you on edge. “Are you nervous?” she’ll ask, and you can always hear the cocky grin in her voice, because she knows you are and knows it makes you bubble up with shame when she points it out. “Don’t be nervous,” she’ll say, “we’ve done this before,” which doesn’t help, and she’ll rub her thumb over the pucker of your asshole until you shudder and your hips cant forward. Then she’ll sigh and yank you back by your thighs until your muscles are pulled taut and your cunt practically spreads open on its own. “Move and I’ll shoot,” she likes to say, and she won’t, not really, because she’d step in front of a subway train before she actually hurt you, but she likes to throw that threat around when she hasn’t had a good fight in a while.
“It’s new,” she says when you come home and find her strapped up and looking at herself in the mirror. When your eyes go wide and you swallow hard and tell her, “That’s…big,” she just grins and turns her focus back to the mirror. “I know, right?” she says, considering for a moment before she drops her hand and fists the silicone cock. She can’t even wrap her hand all the way around it. “And purple,” you say, dumbly, because you aren’t sure what else you’re supposed to do or say. “Impressive observations,” Kate says, catching your eye in the mirror and tossing you a smirk. “Think you can take it?” You honestly have no idea.
Once she gets that first strap she just—will not stop. Cannot be stopped. She’ll wake you up in the morning with her mouth on your chest and her hand sneaking down the front of your panties. She’ll tell you to hush and claim your mouth with her own while she nudges your legs open and drags the tip of her big purple cock between the slick lips of your cunt, mumbling, “Just relax, baby, I know you can take it,” even though you just woke up and you’re barely coherent and she hasn’t fucked you in days int he name of building blissful anticipation and wanting it to feel new again. You’re not sure that logic tracks but you’re absolutely certain you don’t ever want anyone else to touch you like this and when she pushes into you—fucks into you—you forget the sweet embrace of sleep and slip into the role she wants you to play.
Kate likes to walk around the apartment in boxers and a sports bra. More comfy that way, she says, even though you have a hard time keeping it together when she does. It’s worse when she abandons the bra altogether. She says it’s freeing. You think it’s maddening. Like when she parks herself on the couch all laid back with her legs propped open and an arm over the back of the couch. She’ll tilt her head and ask you why you’ve gone all red while you just look at her and do your best not to drool. It’s just, shit, that her tits are perfect—even handfuls, pert, rosy nipples, and soft all over—and you swear you could lose yourself in them for days. “Problem?” she’ll ask when you get all tripped up on your words, blushing so hard it creeps down your neck. Then she’ll just grin.
The worst of it is when she starts calling herself daddy. At first you think it’s stupid, self-indulgent, like she’s pandering to herself, but it gets intense. Fast. Like when she cozies up behind you while you’re cooking dinner, slipping her arms around your middle and sneaking her hands beneath your shirt, saying, “You take care of me so well,” and, “daddy’s gonna repay the favor,” and you’re not sure what you’re supposed to say to that but you can feel her pressing up against your ass and her hands are creeping closer and closer to your chest and you know good and well that the moment she palms your tits and ruts against you that it’s all over. Dinner burns on the stove while she strips your bottoms off and lays you out on the kitchen table and pushes your legs open and slaps your cunt just to remind you that she’s needy and she needs you to indulge her every whim because sometimes she doesn’t know what to do when you aren’t actively falling to pieces beneath her. You don’t know when you stopped finding it stupid, self-indulgent, like she needs another reason to think she’s hot shit, but it happened. And you’ve changed your mind: the worst of it is when she realized how much you drip with want when she calls herself daddy.
Nope, that was a lie, the worst of it is the moment she figures out you like it a lot more when she isn’t so nice
Kate strokes the length of her thick strap with one hand and drags the other down the length of your spine, curling her fingers to let her nails catch against your sweat-slicked skin. She nudges your legs apart with her knee and drags the tip of her cock through the lips of your cunt and laughs as you start to squirm. She curses under her breath and notches the tip of the massive fucking thing against your needy hole. “Relax, little angel,” she says, words dripping with condescension. “It’s gonna hurt a hell of a lot more if you don’t calm down and let me in, and isn’t that what you want? If it isn’t, you’d better tell me, ’cause I thought you wanted daddy to fuck your stupid little pussy ’til it’s all gaping and sloppy.” That does it. You’re helpless and your moan doesn’t help, and as the noise rips from your throat Kate fucks into your slippery hole in one rough thrust, and, “Oh—my god—shit—Kate, please—it hurts,” you gasp out between breaths. “I don’t care,” she says, tucking an arm around your middle to keep you from wriggling away. “Please.” You clench helplessly around her massive, heavy cock. “What, you don’t like this?” she asks, false hurt lining her voice. She leans in close again, lips parted against your ear as she stills herself inside of you. “You don’t want this? You want me to stop?” she asks, just to tease, and stifles a laugh as you nod. She doesn’t move. It’s big, too big, stretching your cunt as wide as you think it’ll ever be. Fear of her splitting you open keeps you still. And then she draws her hips back, nice and slow, and for a moment you flood with relief. She pulls out of your leaking hole until all that’s left inside is the tip. And then she eases back in, watching as best as she can in the dim light as her purple cock disappears into your needy pussy. “Pathetic,” she mumbles, and you can hear the smirk in her voice. “Lie to me all you like, but I know a dumb fucking slut when I see one.” “Kate—” “Unless you’re going to tell me you’ve changed your mind—that you’ve had a change of heart and you want this—don’t open your fucking mouth until I ask for another place to put my cock.”
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ladiesblr · 9 months ago
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Mary Elizabeth Winstead as KATE (2021)
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