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benoits-neckerchieves · 5 months

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Think I’ve finally figured out why Daniel Craig is trending

This image has become a meme in comparing him to a banker / accountant / antiques dealer / European MP, university professor etc etc (whilst also acknowledging the sexiness ofc)

Why does he keep accidentally creating viral memes and he doesn’t even know 😭😭

#the world outside the fandom has now noticed his new look #can’t believe he’s inadvertently made a meme yet again #daniel craig #james bond #007 #benoit blanc #knives out #glass onion #fresh memes #know your meme #ladies and gentlemen #the weekend #the girl with the dragon tattoo #celebrity news

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andichoseyou · 3 months

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"Perhaps we deserve each other."

Knives Out (2019) dir. Rian Johnson

#knives out #filmedit #adearmasedit #ana de armas #daniel craig #films #filmgifs #userfilm #junkfoodcinemas #women in film #leading ladies #2010s #2019 #rian johnson #every movie i watched in 2024

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a-mint-bear · 1 month

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Your Secret Admirer

Female Yandere x Reader

Part 2

Late one rainy night, you help a young woman on your way home from work, but she seems strangely familiar...

[tw: knives] no blood mentioned

Part 1

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It was late. You should've clocked out hours ago, but your jerk boss made you stay to cover for his nephew. Who, of course, was "sick" again. Which was code for: "Too hungover to come into work, just like every other Monday."

It was pouring when you reached your stop, but luckily, you'd remembered your umbrella like a responsible adult. There was a chill in the air that made everything seem just a little bit more miserable, but you trudged on anyway. Changing out of your work clothes and into your comfy pajamas always helped you wind down after a bad day.

The streets were about as empty as you'd expect from this time of night, save for the occasional car that rushed by threatening to douse you as they hit every puddle. You were about halfway home when you noticed something... odd.

There was a woman standing on the sidewalk, facing the road. She was soaked from the downpour, her long, dark hair clinging to her face.

At first, you barely paid her any mind. But the closer you got to her, the more your mind started racing. Why was she out so late at night? Why was she letting herself get so drenched? She wasn't really dressed for the weather either. She had to be cold... Did she have nowhere to go? Was she... trying to do something? She was about halfway to the curb... was she waiting for the right moment? The thought doused you like ice water, the fear and doubt somehow colder than the rain.

You were almost face to face with her when something was eating away at you. Guilt? Sympathy? A weird sense of responsibility for this stranger?

But the strangest thing nagging at the back of your mind was...

She looked... familiar?

You couldn't stop your body from stopping in front of her, doing your best to have your umbrella cover her, despite the fact that she was already soaked.

You always had a bit of a soft spot for helping people, even if it wasn't always the smartest idea.

You ask her if she's alright. She doesn't react.

Your mind kept racing. Was she homeless? She seemed well taken care of, her clothes looked nice if soaked through. Was she running from something, or someone? She looked maybe about your age, but... If she could go home why hadn't she?

You tried again, hoping she just hadn't heard you over the rain hitting the fabric of your umbrella. When she finally lifted her gaze to yours, that same feeling of familiarity kept on poking you in the side while you were trying to focus on the scene before you.

She stared into your eyes, and her breathing seemed shaky.

She needed help, maybe, but what could you do? You told her that your phone was almost dead, but you could walk with her somewhere safer. Somewhere she could call someone? Maybe you could walk her home? You offered, hoping she had somewhere to go at all.

You could feel your back getting wet from trying to cover her more than yourself. She smiled, but it seemed off, almost... bitter. When she finally spoke, it was almost drowned out by the downpour hitting the concrete.

"You're... being so nice."

You smiled back, trying your best to comfort her, still running through possible solutions you could offer... What you could do for her...

Would it be nuts to take her back to your apartment? You wonder. To offer a warm shower and a change of clothes while you throw hers in your dryer? She was a stranger, sure, but she obviously needed help. It was only a couple blocks away... she could get dry and then you could get some real answers out of her to figure out what to do next.

You end up making the offer and wordlessly, she agreed. All with that same sad look in her eyes. She clung to you all the way home, holding onto your arm with a death grip.

You fiddle with your keys at the door, all too aware of how the welcome mat is getting soaked. Hurrying in, you go to grab her a towel.

She followed after you, trailing water all the way. She didn't make a move to take it from you, so you took a chance and carefully draped it over her shoulders, starting to work it against her hair. You watch for any sign of discomfort or sign that she'd want you to stop, but no such sign ever came.

You guide her to the bathroom, handing her more towels.

You tell her if she hands you out her clothes, you'd be happy to throw them in the dryer. After a hot shower and a set of your clothes for her to change into, you pass them through the crack in the door, telling her you're leaving to make her a warm drink.

"No!"

She'd grabbed onto your wrist so tightly. The desperation in her voice, her breath hitching as she trembled, all of it made you pause, unsure what to do.

"Sorry, I just..."

She let go with a tired sigh, her face appearing the in crack of the door. Her hair clung to her face as steam rolled out into the hall, you quickly looked away when you saw a hint of the white fluffy towel below her bare shoulders, her hand clasping it tightly to her chest.

"Stay... I mean, would you p-please... stay close? " she stuttered, her eyes cast to the floor in... shame? Embarrassment? "Just... in the hall? Outside the door?"

Was she scared you would leave? Or had you become the barrier between her and whatever she was running from? You promise her you won't go go anywhere, and she seems to relax a little. You keep your back to the wall beside the door and your eyes forward, not wanting to betray the little trust she'd decided to put in you.

You couldn't lie, she was pretty, and the sight of her in your clothes didn't hurt that AT ALL. But she was trusting you. To be thinking of her like... that? It was neither the time nor the place.

She sat on the couch beside you with a hot mug of tea, and she looked down into it with that same sad expression.

"Thank you. You've been so... nice to me. I never thought that I'd be treated like this."

By you? By anyone? You don't notice her hand reaching for yours until her fingers brush against your own. You didn't think of it as anything but her looking for safety, but the look she was giving you was telling you otherwise.

You told her she doesn't have to do that, trying to be vague enough as not to embarrass her. But she just smiled that sad, bitter smile. She set the mug down on the side table, her fingers gently caressing yours.

"... All I ever wanted was... someone to see me. Only me. What they saw or how they felt about me, it didn't really matter. But you're so... worried. So... thoughtful."

She sounded almost... upset, the last word weighed down with so much regret, it threw you.

You asked her if that was a bad thing, and she just smiled.

"When I see you... it's like everything just... makes sense. Like my whole life has just been cold and dead. No one... sees me."

Before you could ask what she meant by that, she squeezed your hand, bringing it up as she gently pressed your fingers to her lips. You couldn't help but feel a little flustered, your face getting warm.

"I knew..."

She caressed your face, and you froze, unsure where any of it was going. Or if you wanted it to.

"I knew that when you finally saw me, it would be everything I ever wanted..."

She spoke like... she knew you? But that didn’t make any sense, you'd never met her before.

Right?

Something felt...odd. Alarm bells were ringing and you couldn't tell what had set them off.

The necklace she wore sat comfortably on top of your shirt. Soft, tiny white flowers trapped in resin, encircled in gold on a delicate chain. Something about it... About her.

You'd seen those eyes before... staring at you from the edges of your day-to-day life but never really in full view. The feeling you dismissed when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, the same feeling you got whenever you found those weird gifts all over.

The trinkets and treats, the love notes that ranged from awkward confessions to clumsy retellings of fantasies you starred in...

And her necklace... the same tiny flowers were dried and pressed in a bookmark you'd found in the book you'd been reading one day.

Your eyes went wide, and she let out a shaky gasp. A wide, warm smile spread on her face as she got to her knees on the couch, swinging a leg over to seat herself in your lap.

"You see me now, don't you?" She smiled sweetly, holding your face in her hands. "I'm right here..."

You couldn't look away. All you could ask was the obvious question: Was it her?

A dark blush spread across her cheeks, her hands still holding your face to look only in her direction. "I needed this... I needed you to really see me. You stopped paying attention to my gifts, my notes... Did you like them? Did it... scare you?"

Your heart was beating too fast. You tried to move, to avert your eyes and figure out what to do, but she turned your face back, pressing into you, her thighs squeezed yours almost painfully.

"Tell me. Please, tell me... " She was breathing funny again. She hadn't blinked, like she didn't want to look away for even a moment.

You felt something pressing under your jaw, and it didn't click what was happening until you felt something sharp bite into your skin.

When did she get a knife? Was this her plan from the start, or had you done something to set her off?

You couldn't stop the fear that flashed across your face. But her reaction was somehow odder.

Her gaze on you softened as she bit her lip, blushing as her eyes glazed over. She let out a sweet, content sigh as she cupped your cheek in her hand. The pressure of the knife on your skin relaxed just a bit, but not enough to try and make a move.

You try to diffuse things, being honest with her. You didn't know who any of the stuff was from. You had no way of saying yes or no to her feelings, so you were waiting for her to show up in person. It felt rude to leave her a note back with something so serious, you wanted to do things right.

"But you ignored me..." Her face was suddenly calm, the blush and soft, adoring eyes went back to the cold stare she'd had in the rain in an instant. "You looked right at me and you saw nothing... I was nothing..."

You try and reassure her, telling her that it wasn't true, if only to calm her down. Her fingers worked into your hair, the sensation giving you goosebumps you couldn't fight. Your startled gasp choked into a hiss of pain behind your teeth when she yanked you closer by your hair. Her face was so close to yours you could feel her breath on your face.

You glared at her before you could stop yourself and that look was back. It was like she was completely smitten with it, with you.

"When you see me... really see me... I can't stop myself. It's so... wonderful. I've been empty for so long, but that fear in your eyes... How much you just despise me... Your smiles and laugh, all of it's a part of you."

She leaned to whisper into your ear. It sent chills down your back.

"Little pieces of you filling up that empty space... You can't take it away from me again..."

Her long, dark hair spilled onto your shoulders, it smelled like your shampoo. You close your eyes, tucking your chin into your chest in a desperate attempt to pull away. It was all too much.

"No... no, please. Don't..." You could hear her plead, her voice wavering with fear and desperation so intense it haunts you. "Love me, hate me, anything! Just don't look away. I can't go back to how it used to be... Please..."

You open your eyes again, afraid what would happen if you didn't. She smiled, it seemed so sweet and gentle, coldly contrasted by the knife in her hand.

"There you are..." she let out a little gasp, pressing her forehead to yours. "I don't really want to hurt you, I promise. I'd be... all alone again. Everything about you... good or bad, it's all so, so precious to me..."

She kissed between your eyes, her lips lingered there too long. Your face felt warm, the fear in your gut was getting entwined with something else... Your thoughts were jumbled, all of it was too much. She sat up, looking down at you... Something about all of it, how close she was... her warmth, her words... She had a hold on you, and you didn't know what you wanted to do.

"I can be anything you need me to be."

She brought your hand to her lips, kissing the palm of your hand, all the while staring into your eyes. There was a devotion there that you'd never seen in your entire life. You couldn't breathe.

"Just..."

The knife pressed under your chin to lift it, but your gaze was already locked with hers.

"Look at me."

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shout out to @magical-grrl-usami who wanted to be notified when part 2 came out, hope you like it :o

#i don't know if this came out good but here it is #female yandere #yandere girl #yandere #yandere imagines #The Secret Admirer #female yandere x reader #female yandere x y/n #genderless y/n #genderless reader #i am ace as hell so pardon if certain parts read weird #i debated including any quote unquote violence #but yanderes gonna yandere i suppose #lady yanderes need an edge sometimes #badum-tish #tw: knives #tw: knife

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yellowocaballero · 10 months

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Have u ever read Empty Graves by unpretty? Best kents raising Superman fic I've ever read. Talks about all the futures where they didn't raise him to be good above all things so well. So much time travel. It's amazing.

Haha yes Unpretty is so good!! Stories about what it had to have been like to raise Clark are always incredibly interesting, and really fantastic when done well. I think on Tumblr people have also gotten in the habit of reading Unpretty's stories as 'basically the character' instead of a 'really fun and unique, off the wall interpretation of the character', which is problematic to people who get persnickety about comics and those people only but that's not relevant -

I'm not sure how common knowledge this is, but there was a Silver Age story about another Kryptonian baby who had a parallel childhood to Clark, except his parents were Evil Crooks, so he had an Evil Crook Childhood, and he became an Evil Crook Baby. They weren't abusive or mean or didn't love him or anything. They just put him in a little bandana and taught him how to talk like a mafia guy and break out of jail cells. Superman eventually had to fight Evil Crook Superman, and eventually breathe a sigh of relief that he wasn't also raised to talk like a mafia gangster.

Sometimes I think about that guy, and I decide that a way funnier story would be about the super baby who was raised to be Evil Crook and who lives his adulthood as an extremely normal office worker guy who's no contact with his parents and has been seeing a therapist for a few years and really just wants to go on with his life and move past his Evil Crook Baby childhood with his batshit parents. He still has superpowers but they, like, don't define him, man.

#DCU knives and vash would just be that I think #my asks #watched my adventures with superman this weekend and it was VERY CUTE #tbh thinking about normal-ass lady Rem who has to constantly deal with #guys trying to kill the future evil supervillain knives #and THAT'S why she's so ridiculously heavy handed about the peace and love rhetoric #is honestly pretty funny. queen who acts like she's in trigun #when she's just a normal lady for the sheer purpose of trying to stop knives from dissecting squirrels in the back yard

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buccellato · 9 months

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We can't really go into exactly how and why this is so cruel yet, but I still want to talk about it because it's insane how little perspective Knives has here:

We're shown a page of Vash being medically examined and experimented on in July (at Knives' behest, while he just cooly watches on), entirely against his control, where hes treated as an object and not a person

And after what would be a frankly horrifying and humiliating ordeal to go through, after having his body changed against his will to check his aptitude as a tool of violence and force it to activate for Knives' will, Knives has the gall to just...say this:

Yet he's doing the exact same thing! He's torturing his brother in cruel and humiliating ways while looking him in the eyes!!

#trigun #trigunbookclub #trigun spoilers #trigun maximum #cw medical abuse #what would he say if Vash actually got some of those scars from Thomas or Worms or just general accidents #like not every scar would necessarily be intentional but Knives never even genuinely asks where each one came from #but unfortunately Vash can't even throw his words back in his face because Knives is such an abuser he probably won't even acknowledge it #once again going through a “And what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament?” moment #Knives probably watched Tangled and thought “y'know this Mother Gothel lady has a point”

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laniidae-passerine · 1 year

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Amazed with how many people say they like Birdie or they find her, not Kate Hudson but her, genuinely attractive. Did you completely miss the point? As an attractive white woman, Birdie Jay can get away with saying “Jewy” as an insult, can get away with comparing herself to Harriet Tubman and implicitly can get away with doing blackface. People forgave her, because she’s just a little stupid, she didn’t mean it, it wasn’t her fault! All she needs to do, as Peg outright states, is give a half apology and lay low and then the world will get over it. But the things she did are still horrific. Her racism is still racism, regardless of whether it comes from hate or ignorance. Birdie Jay is not a good person and you’re not meant to think she is.

#glass onion #I’m not being like oh thinking Birdie is sexy is a crime you’re allowed to want her and find her attractive I guess #but as a person? in the movie dedicated to a black woman taking back control and getting revenge for her sister #you focused on the white racist lady who enslaved Bangladeshi children? that’s the one you want?#serious?#birdie jay #knives out glass onion #glass onion knives out #kate hudson #REAL LIFE PEOPLE ARE LIKE THIS. if he’s elon she’s your White™️ fav #the one who said a slur but never sorry. the one who didn’t change. the one who half asses every apology because she never ever meant it #Birdie isn’t sorry about her racism. she has the gall to get pissy with Helen over the Oprah incident as if it was an overreaction #she rolls her eyes at a black woman upset about racism. at a black woman she happily fucked over for money. birdie jay is a bad person #stop pretending she’s an innocent or even half innocent #she might not have known what she was doing but that was only because she didn’t bother to care #it’s not invincible ignorance. she could have changed. she couldn’t be bothered

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hella1975 · 4 months

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you are so right about hawks and shigaraki... I think about those two constantly. I just want to know if anyone found it kinda weird that Hawks first debuted with seemingly no connections, hero school, or even name and somehow got into the top ten as a teenager and had the funds to open his own agency??? like did no one find that suspicious??

gripping you by the shoulders THANK YOU. like why was it CELEBRATED that an eighteen year old was in the top 10 and running his own agency and going out to risk his life day in day out as a hero. that's a teenager. how is that even legal. and even if it is, it should at least be frowned upon or warrant SOMEONE to side eye it a bit, and on top of the fact like you said he's got NO ACCESSIBLE HISTORY not even a NAME like i firmly believe he was just locked up in the HPSC until he debuted bc they didn't want anyone knowing about the whole. you know. child trafficking so like. WHY DID NO ONE QUESTION THIS. WHY IS NOT A SINGLE PERSON CONCERNED

#i also hc that hawks was doing a lot of underground work even before he debuted #i like to think he was an espionage/assassin type just like lady nagant bc the whole reason SHE was picked for it #was bc her quirk was so equipped for those situations. and now we have a boy with hundreds of projectile knives on his back #that he can telepathically control. you cant convince me the commission didn't take advantage of that #so we also have the potential of an ACTUAL CHILD being sent on those kinds of missions. how old was he when he first killed someone #i know twice was a moral dilemma for him but the fact he so wholeheartedly was under the 'i follow orders above all' mindset #is so telling of the fact he's most likely done this before #he's just sooooo compelling but we barely get ANYTHING from the manga and it makes me want to SCREAM #ask #hawks #mha #mha spoilers

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vitamin-zeeth · 3 months

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the warlock teacher oh. my god I might cry shes.ough im gay im so gay

#goth lady with knives. faints.#d20 #fhjy #d20 fhjy

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katieaki · 1 year

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what my work dares to ask is “what if god was real and he was a violent 5’2” nisei, nonbinary, slutty elvis wearing an ‘I’m not a lesbian but my wife is’ novelty t-shirt with both a playboy and a ranger rick in their back pocket and they might just show up on your doorstep” and also "what if god was real and he was a like 6'6" BIG woman with a lot of hair hair, a lot of body hair, and a weird mask & she lets you cry snotty tears on her boobs (which are always out bc she's always naked) and she's STACKED btw"