#mirror + hannah

[ayyifatiia]

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓵 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮

[avastarrwalker]

my shaylas 🥺

[grecianghost]

my black mirror babies 🥺

[ihatemodelss]

Hannah Palmer 

[warpedwings]

No Kings Day, June 14, 2025 - Sebastian Roche, Alicia Hannah-Kim, Lana Cho, Felicia Day, Ruth Connell, Rob Benedict.

[re9000]

nah they’re acting like nothing happened

[gravekeeps]

she'd begun to think that something was wrong with her. despite her best attempt to explain away each separate occasion with reason the events had simply piled up to the point where she couldn't help but turn inward. she was young, sure, and naive - she'd been called that more than once and was willing to admit to the truth of it. her soft, rosy lips twist and her eyes roll back as she falls into her bed alone and with audible exasperation. every date she thought went well never called her again, and that was if they even showed up in the first place because in the last few months she'd been stood up more times than she could count.

these circumstances had supported her new habit, her right hand clumsily moving between her legs as she worked herself up to a thin sheen of sweat just to whimper out a weak orgasm before falling asleep. her dreams were no respite, much to her dismay, dark and filled with a powerful kind of lust that left her seeking meaning from it, answers for the way she would wake up feeling. her head lolls to the side against her pillow as she shudders out a breath and sinks into the depths of slumber.

she always left the window open, felt soothed by the sounds of the night outside as she drifted off to sleep. it never really occurred to her that the night could seep in. she mumbles softly, an incoherent babble of conversation occurring in her dream, her body shifting in response to a touch. it was unknown to her and yet familiar, feather light in nature and filled with a kind of yearning she couldn't yet fathom herself. hannah turns her face into the pressure, humming softly and then sighing out in deep satisfaction as the touch traveled down her body though for the moment none of it was enough to rouse her from her sleep.

closed for my twinkie, @gravekeeps.

the faint hum of the night wrapped itself around the room as emmael perched silently in the corner, his presence masked by the shadows that clung to the edges of the space. he hadn’t meant to follow them home, not at first. but when he saw the way they had lingered at the door, their expression cracking under the weight of disappointment, he couldn’t stop himself.

it was curiosity, he told himself. concern, perhaps. nothing more.

yet as the hours passed and the faint scent of wine lingered in the air, emmael remained. he watched from the edges as they moved through their routine, seeking solace in soft lights and a warmth that didn’t quite reach their eyes. his gaze lingered when they poured another glass, the flush on their cheeks deepening with each sip. and then, when their hands drifted over their skin, unguarded and vulnerable in the quiet of their solitude, he froze.

they didn’t know he was there, couldn’t possibly know, yet the intimacy of the moment burned through him like fire. he should have left—should have turned away the moment they began to unwind completely. but instead, he stayed. watched. felt a strange pull as if tethered to their every movement, to the soft gasps that slipped from their lips.

it wasn’t until they had finally stilled, their breathing evening out in the grip of sleep, that emmael moved. quiet as a whisper, he stepped closer, his boots brushing against the floor. he stood over them, gazing down at the peaceful expression that had settled across their face.

❛ you deserve more, ❜ he murmured, his voice barely audible even to himself. his hand lingered near their cheek before trailing down, slipping beneath the fabric of their shirt to reveal the softness of their skin. his gaze swept over them, drinking in every detail as his touch wandered lower, tracing the curve of their abdomen. slowly, deliberately, his fingers ventured further, finding the warmest part of them. the faint scent of their desire lingered in the air, undeniable and intoxicating. he knew they were still wet—he could sense it, feel it, smell it.

[nofatclips]

Stand for Peace by Neil Young - Director: Daryl Hannah

[blackmirrorstrugglez]

By no one's demand, here's the Playtest version.

Loch Henry x Crocodile version coming up shortly.

[ayyifatiia]

The chemistry is chemistrying ❤️‍🔥

[avastarrwalker]

h: when my agent called me and said these are the actors in thunderbolts, and when there's wyatt russell I was like "f*** yay!"

w: whenever you see somebody on a call sheet who you've worked with before and loved working with, you get a boost.

[eclecticelectriceccentric]

the world isn't ready for my "hannah mckay and brian moser are sooo similar" post but I will make it:

both of them started socializing with dexter, rather than the other way around. this is true about most of his foils and partners to be fair but I'm just starting

both of them had difficult relationships with their parents

both of them made some killings look like accidents via substances

both of them intentionally destroyed a body to ensure that the above couldn't be found out

dexter looked at their crime scenes and intentionally hid details that he found out

dexter was broadly fine with the killings once he found out

both of them tried to kill Debra and that was the breaking point

both of them drugged Debra with a liquid

both of them willingly and intentionally allowed dexter to kill them - dexter just didn't kill hannah

[grande-caps]

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[lovelistonosz4o]

Lovelistonosz

[lovepinkqueens]

[witchofthemidlands]

playtest remains one of the scariest pieces of media i have ever seen tf do you mean 0.04 seconds.