#jessica edit

[nakamatoo]

Across the spider verse 

[that-butch-archivist]

"Bear and Aphra 2" by Jessica Tanzer, 1989.

source: Nothing But the Girl: The Blatant Lesbian Image, edited by Susie Bright & Jill Posener

[brielarsonist]

REBECCA FERGUSON as LADY JESSICA DUNE (2021) dir. Denis Villeneuve

[arealtrashact]

Garfield and Odie

[5ummit]

What's your secret name? Sihaya. What does that mean? Means "Desert Spring." I love it. I hate it. It's from some stupid prophecy. I prefer Chani.

[madisoncounty]

She swallowed past a lump in her throat, looked up into her son’s eyes. "Paul…I want you to do something for me: choose the course of happiness. Your desert woman, marry her if that’s your wish. Defy everyone and everything to do this. But choose your own course. I…."

LADY JESSICA & CHANI KYNES IN DUNE: PART TWO (2024)

[uspiria]

Old TV advertisement for Suspiria, 1977.

[gallusneve]

Neve Gallus voiced by Jessica Clark

[canisalbus]

✦ I'm not sick but I'm not well ✦

[pierppasolini]

Eleven Days, Eleven Nights (1987) // dir. Joe D'Amato

[widowkills]

“I should have married you”

(credit: ★ ☆)

[brielarsonist]

LADY JESSICA & LETO ATREIDES DUNE (2021) dir. Denis Villeneuve

[chastaindaily]

JESSICA CHASTAIN photographed by Van Mossevelde + N for Elle France

[felassan]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard - major characters' writers

Varric Tethras - Mary Kirby Lace Harding - Sheryl Chee Neve Gallus - Brianne Battye Lucanis Dellamorte - Mary Kirby Emmrich Volkarin - Sylvia Feketekuty Davrin - John Dombrow Bellara Lutare - John Epler Taash - Trick Weekes

Note: BW have said that the characters were all team efforts too, with other writers and also multiple departments working together to bring them to life! :)

[happy74827]

Butterflies

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You know you’re screwed when you feel them fluttering in your chest {GIF Creds: jeysuso}.

WC: 717

Category: Fluff

For all my Harvey lovers out there, I made a cute fluffy quickie (I’m seeing a lot of my fics being swarmed with love so why not add to it 🤗)

『••✎••』

It happened over a bottle of bourbon. A spilled bottle, actually. But a bottle of bourbon nonetheless, and that is important to note.

You didn’t mean to spill the alcohol all over your date, but he had made some comment about how you shouldn't be wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, so you just… happened to tip the entire thing over him.

The man was furious, of course, but he left pretty quickly after that. And you were left with a mess on the floor and a waiter hovering at the side, asking if you wanted another bottle.

You told him no. You just wanted to go home.

You didn't want a new date; you didn't want to sit at this stupid table with the stupid white tablecloth, the stupid, gaudy candlesticks, or the stupid waiter with the stupid, expectant look on his face.

"Miss?"

"No, thank you," you say, a little more firmly, gathering up your things and leaving as much cash as you can on the table. If you were smart, you'd have brought an umbrella, but you're not smart, so you'll just get drenched like an idiot.

But, fortunately for you, the person calling your name knew you well enough to know you weren’t that smart.

Before a drop of water could even hit your hair, a tall, dark figure steps out in front of you and blocks the downpour. Some might consider this a gentlemanly action, but you knew the man, and he was hardly ever gentle.

"You're welcome," Harvey says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You're a pain," you reply, but you're grateful for the cover.

"And you're dateless. So, I see two options: we can have dinner and a drink back at my place, or we can do dinner and a drink back at mine."

You can't help but laugh. "Did you use this on Scottie? I see why she left. That line was bad."

"You're not going to ask how I knew you were here?"

"Nope. You probably had Louis stalk me."

"Don't talk about the puppy like that."

"So you did have him stalk me!"

"I prefer the term 'make sure you were alright,'" Harvey replies, and he holds out his arm to you. "Guy was a douche. Let me buy you dessert to make up for it. And I don’t mean in the biblical sense, although that can be arranged, too, if you'd like."

"Harvey, you’re such—"

You turned to him, ready to tell him exactly what you thought of him, but the words died when you met his eyes. Those same eyes that allured you into taking his offer at Pearson Hardman. The same eyes that made you agree to work with him on the case despite your better judgment.

In a flash, you saw the whole thing: your first meeting, the cases, the laughs, the looks, the touches. And now, the moment.

When you were younger, the term butterflies had never really made sense to you. The idea of feeling them in your stomach seemed ridiculous, and yet, there you were, feeling them for the very first time.

They were all fluttering around inside of you, and all you could think was, "Oh, no."

And as if the universe had heard you, it suddenly stopped raining, and you both stood there in the middle of the street, the moon casting a warm light on your faces.

Harvey noticed it, too, and his expression softened. His usual cockiness was replaced with a gentle concern. "You okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah."

Harvey reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his hand lingering a moment longer than it needed to. He gave you that signature grin and asked, "You look like a velvet cake kind of girl. Am I right?"

He was right.

Goddamnit, he was right.

And as he swaddled you in his coat to keep you warm as you both went back inside, the anger and confusion you felt earlier melted into a quiet, warm glow.

Date night had not gone according to plan, but when his lips met yours and your hands slid through his soft, brown hair, you realized that, perhaps, sometimes, it was good to deviate from the plan.

The butterflies seemed to agree.

[madisoncounty]

she's right and she should say it rebecca ferguson for dune: part two (2024)