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Holliday Grainger as Lucrezia Borgia in The Borgias (2011–2013)

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TWIN PEAKS | 1.07

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Sherilyn Fenn | Twin Peaks  

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transparent

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Stamps printed in Oman dedicated to cats

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The Demon's Bride

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Picnic At Hanging Rock, Peter Weir, 1975

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SEASMOKE — 2.06 | "Smallfolk"

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they make me rabid

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Virginia Woolf’s cats, Sappho and Pluto 1947

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Emma D'Arcy as Rhaenyra Targaryen in House of the Dragon [6/6] Season 1 Outfits ★ (1.06) Front Lacing Dress ★

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Emma D'Arcy as Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen House of the Dragon | 2.01 "A Son for A Son"

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rhaegon twins modern era

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🩸🥀 poisoned petals 🥀🩸

coriolanus snow x fem!reader | dd:dne [5.5K ~ 1/2]

Your father owes me a debt, you see...” Snow’s eyes flick downwards and you see that he's toying with the same rose you ruined, between his fingers. Your mouth goes dry, desperately wanting to bite your nails, to pick at your cuticles, until they all bleed. But instead you keep your hands still at both sides, digging them into the fabric of your skirt. “A great debt he cannot pay.” He begins to pluck the petals from the rose one by one, letting them drop to the floor. 

Your heart thunders, blood pounding in your head as a vast pit of dread coils in your hollow belly. You wait, but Snow just stares at you, his face impassive, unreadable, continuing to pluck and drop the petals. 

He wants it to sink into you, like a hook into flesh, slowly letting it reel you in, waiting for you to take the bait. This man in front of you knows you're smart, knows of your intelligence. He’s waiting for you to fish for it, figure it out yourself.

“And my father…sent me here to find a solution?” You bite your lip, taking the bait, your tone more of a question than a statement, hoping it’s the right answer he seeks. 

“And what might that solution be?” Snow questions patiently, more than half way through plucking the rose clean, and your skin is crawling, needing to tear pluck and pick at your own flesh. You dig your fingertips into the sides of your legs, hard, and the pain feels good. It grounds you.

You. the word echoes in your mind, until it leaves your lips.

“Me?” You ask, confusion mixed with shock prevalent in your voice, not believing it.

But Snow gives you a predatory smile, his irises darkening the ice blue around his eyes. “Yes, my dear. You.” His voice is deeper, greed and lust lacing the word ‘you’ with succulent poison as he plucks the last petal, letting it drop to the floor, to join the pile of red that resembles a pool of blood.

chapter 1: sharp thorns and ruined flesh

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wrote a little cathy x chris flowers in the attic ficlet where they fuck as husband and wife with breeding kink smut

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emails suck. unless they are from ao3, then they are the best thing to ever happen to me