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I see you’re watching Ash Vs Evil Dead. What are your thoughts and will you be creating ocs for any of the characters?

I’m loving it! I’m already in the process of making an OC for Ash, and I’ll probably end up with one for Ruby too.

I’d also be willing to write for Ash and Ruby here too if anyone would be interested in that.

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May Movie Wrap Up

Beautiful Wedding: 4/10. Stupid ass movie. Skipped past a lot of it, admittedly, but it was worth it for Kyle Richards. Like, so worth it. So if you like her, definitely check it out, but otherwise, skip.

Buffaloed: 8/10. Very fun, not quite up to my 9 or 10 qualifications, but a very enjoyable watch with a great cast!

Fracture: 7/10. Anthony Hopkins was great. I loved the cat and mouse aspect of it, but something about it didn’t fully compel me. It was good, but lacked a real punch to make it great.

The Greasy Strangler: 0/10. Horribly repetitive and terribly paced. Scenes went on forever with nothing happening and jokes got old on like the third repetition in a row. Also major gross out factor and not in a fun way.

Madhouse: 8/10. The more fucking insane this movie got, the better. If you want something absolutely unhinged, this is your movie. Just when you think it can’t get crazier, it does. Again, and again, and again.

My Normal: 3/10. The kink aspect was interesting, but otherwise it really fell flat for me. The acting wasn’t great, the plot wasn’t doing a lot of heavy lifting either. But the end was satisfying at least.

Ride The Eagle: 4/10. Watched it for Susan Sarandon, but D’Arcy Carden really made the movie. Most of it was not great, but she was the highlight for sure.

The Stand In: 7/10. I’ll start by saying this is not Drew Barrymore’s best movie. But, if you get past the slightly cringey beginning, it does eventually hook you in. At least it did for me. It’s far from perfect, but it really did hold my attention.

Up The Sandbox: 2/10. This movie has NOT. AGED. WELL. Barbra Streisand was, as always, stunning to look at and listen to, but boy this movie was problematic and, largely pointless.

Wah Wah: 3/10. The trailer promised a lot more fun/humor, but it was more of a family drama. Great cast, but the plot was not doing much for me.

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Until The Curtain Closes — Elsa Mars

Summary: When the love of her life disappears without a trace, Elsa spends years searching for answers. As time passes and her dreams of stardom finally come true, she begins to wonder if any of it was worth it without you.

Word Count: 2,000

Tags: Angst, reader death (not graphic), some moments of fluff

The first time you saw Pepper, her wide eyes were fixed on a butterfly that had landed on the sleeve of her dress. Elsa had been talking to someone else at the time, negotiating and persuading with that effortless confidence. Yet halfway through her sentence, she trailed off. She followed your gaze and found herself looking at the strange girl standing alone near the flowers.

Pepper smiled. It was such an open, uncomplicated expression that something in your chest softened instantly. Elsa glanced at you. You glanced at Elsa. Neither of you needed words.

That evening, Pepper sat between the two of you on the ride back to the grounds. From that day forward, she became yours.

The freak show was little more than a dream in those days. The tents were worn. Money was scarce. Yet despite the uncertainty, you were happy. The three of you were creating something that felt like a family.

Pepper helped you hang costumes out to dry. She followed you around the grounds while you worked. Elsa sang her songs she could never quite remember, but always enjoyed. On quiet evenings, all three of you squeezed together around a tiny table inside the main tent, sharing whatever meal you could afford that week.

For Elsa, it meant more than she ever admitted. The world would come to know Elsa Mars as ambitious and larger than life. You knew the woman beneath all of that. The woman who feared failure more than anything, and who desperately wanted to be loved though she was never entirely convinced she deserved it. You loved her anyway. Perhaps because of those flaws rather than despite them.

One night, long after everyone else had gone to sleep, Elsa rested beside you beneath a thin blanket in the trailer you shared. “You believe in me, don’t you,” she asked quietly. By then, your family of freaks had expanded. There was a real show now, and Elsa took pride in all of her monsters.

You turned toward her. The vulnerability in her voice always caught you off guard. It seemed impossible that someone as bold as Elsa could sound so uncertain. You brushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Always.”

The smile that followed was one audiences never got to see. It belonged only to you. Years later, after everything that happened, that smile would remain one of your last memories.

The day you disappeared began like any other. You kissed Elsa goodbye before your venture into town for supplies. Pepper hugged you twice because once was never enough. Then you climbed into the truck and headed toward town to collect food, medicine, fabric, and a dozen other little necessities required to keep your makeshift family running. Nothing felt unusual or significant.

If you had known what waited for you, perhaps you would have stayed a little longer that morning. Perhaps you would have kissed Elsa again. Perhaps you would have hugged Pepper tighter. Instead, you left with every expectation of returning before lunch.

You never made it back.

At first, Elsa wasn’t worried. You were late occasionally. A flat tire wasn’t unheard of. Occasionally the townspeople were hostile and you had to go to the next town over. Sometimes errands simply took longer than expected. But when afternoon became evening and evening became night, concern settled heavily in her stomach. By midnight, she could barely sit still and before dawn, she began searching.

She drove into town herself, stopping at every little store and shop. She questioned the shopkeepers, their customers, strangers on the street. Anyone who might have seen you. Nobody had. The following day she found the truck abandoned just outside town. The supplies were still inside, but you weren’t.

Something broke inside her then. The days that followed became a blur of desperate searching. Elsa combed through every road, every field, every ditch she could find. She questioned anyone willing to speak to her and plenty who weren’t. She spent money she couldn’t afford chasing rumors that led nowhere.

When the local authorities stopped caring, Elsa kept looking. People advised her to move on, but Elsa ignored them. Pepper became distraught. Elsa always soothed her and promised you’d be home soon. And that’s why she always stayed in Jupiter. In hopes that one day you’d come back. She wanted to be there waiting for when you did.

When weeks became months, she still refused to give up because giving up meant accepting the possibility that you weren’t coming home and Elsa had never been particularly good at accepting things she didn’t want to hear.

One evening, Pepper climbed into Elsa’s lap inside the trailer. Elsa hadn’t slept properly in days. Her eyes were red. Her hands trembled.

Pepper touched her cheek. Elsa wrapped her arms around Pepper and cried harder than she had since childhood. Because you were gone and she couldn’t find you. For the first time in her life, determination wasn’t enough to fix what was broken.

The years passed. The show grew. New performers arrived one after another. Elsa welcomed them all, but a part of her always remained searching for you. Maybe fate would finally return to her what it had stolen. It never did.

Over time, the search transformed into an obsession. She made herself a promise out of desperation, a bargain. If she made the show successful enough, you would return. If she became famous, you would hear about it and come back. If she reached the heights she’d always dreamed of, somehow, some way, you would find your way back to her.

So Elsa chased success with everything she had. Every standing ovation, newspaper headline and scrap of recognition drove her forward. Her hope renewed, in a sense, but none of it was ever enough to fill the empty space you’d left behind. Even during her greatest triumphs, she found herself glancing toward doorways and entrances, imagining your face appearing in the crowd.

Years later, when fame finally arrived, Elsa stood before adoring audiences and received everything she had once believed she wanted. Yet every achievement felt strangely hollow because the one person she wanted beside her wasn’t there to see it.

Then, eventually, it was too much to bear anymore. Nothing she had done had given her answers. So she prepared for one final performance. Halloween. She knew what would come after.

Elsa expected darkness, maybe nothingness. She just needed an end to it all. She probably had some more good years left, but what were they without you, without her monsters? Everyone who hadn’t been killed by that miserable psycho had dispersed elsewhere. Pepper dropped off at an asylum, the most painful of her goodbyes aside from you.

But instead of the darkness, she found herself standing beneath a familiar canvas. Warm light spilled across the tent, lanterns lighting as if by magic until the whole place was illuminated. Music drifted through the air. Laughter echoed in the distance.

Her eyes adjusted. It was home. Jupiter. The place where she had once been happiest. What cruel twist of fate was this?

A voice spoke behind her. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Elsa froze. For a moment she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Because she knew that voice. She had spent years dreaming about it, searching for it, and worst of all, mourning it.

When she turned, there you were. You hadn’t aged. You were just how she remembered you. For several seconds neither of you moved. Elsa looked terrified. She wasn’t sure if she could trust that you were real. Mostly, she feared losing you again, real or not.

“You left me.” The words emerged broken and raw. It was the sound of heartbreak. Years and years of it.

You went to her and wrapped your arms around her immediately. “I didn’t want to,” you told her.

“I looked for you.”

“I know.”

“I searched everywhere.”

Your own eyes burned. For years you had watched helplessly. Somehow, from wherever souls waited, you had seen her searching. Seen her grieving. Seen her refusing to let go. If there had been any way to reach her, you would have.

“There wasn’t a day,” Elsa whispered, “not one day I stopped looking.”

You cupped her face gently, knowing exactly the words she needed to hear. “I never stopped loving you.”

That finally shattered the last of her defenses. She cried openly, years of grief pouring from her all at once. Eventually, when she had calmed enough to speak, she asked the question that had haunted her for all this time.

“What happened?”

You led her to a nearby bench and sat together beneath the glow of lantern light. “I had just made my last stop,” you said quietly. “There was a man who’d been watching me.” Elsa’s hand tightened around yours. “I didn’t realize.”

Understanding slowly appeared in her expression. You swallowed. “He’d been following me long before that, or so he told me.”

The memory no longer hurt the way it once had. Time had dulled the terror, leaving only sadness behind. “He took me before I could get back to the truck and come home.” Elsa closed her eyes. “I fought,” you added, a faint smile touching your lips. “You would’ve been proud.”

“I already was.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks. Time to end this tale. “I tried everything I could, but he was strong, Elsa. And the more I talked about you and Pepper the angrier he got. He…he killed me.”

The words settled softly between you. Elsa sat silently for a long moment. Then she asked the question that mattered most.

“You didn’t leave?”

“No. You know I wouldn’t. I spent my last moment wishing I had never left that morning.”

Her shoulders sagged. Years of guilt seemed to drain from her all at once. “I thought maybe you got tired of our life.”

“Never.”

“I thought maybe you found someone else.”

A laugh escaped you despite the tears in your eyes. “Elsa.” The look you gave her made her smile for the first time since arriving. “I only ever wanted you.”

For the first time in forever, true peace settled across her features. You kissed her forehead gently, just as you had countless times before. “God, how I missed you.” Then your gaze lifted toward the distance. “There’s someone else who missed you too.”

She followed your line of sight and a familiar figure came racing toward the two of you. Pepper. The instant she recognized Elsa, her face lit up with pure joy. She barely had time to stand before Pepper launched herself into her arms.

Elsa held her tightly while she hugged her with all the enthusiasm she’d ever possessed. Then she hugged you. Then both of you at once. Some things never changed.

The three of you began walking together through the grounds. Past the same old tents and longtime friends who had gone before you. Elsa kept her arm linked through yours the entire time. It was no longer because she feared losing you. After all those years apart, she simply wanted to be close. So did you.

Ahead of you, Pepper danced to the music that played over the record player. Elsa rested her head briefly against your shoulder. For so much of her life, she had chased fame believing it would finally make her happy. She had spent years reaching for applause, for recognition, for her impossible dreams that despite everything she’d been able to make a reality. But none of those things had ever been what she truly needed.

As the lights of the carnival glowed around you and the people she loved surrounded her once more, Elsa finally understood that. Success had never been the answer. Her home, her love, and her family had all been what truly mattered. And after a lifetime spent searching, she had finally found her way back to it. “Welcome home, Elsa,” you said as everyone gathered together. “Welcome home.”

For @lovingbarson

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @ghostsunderstoodmysoul, @immyowndefender, @valencethefriendlychangeling, @crimsonwidow666, @rebelbossheart, @thedailyspiritualist, @orangeisnttheonlyfruit, @woman-simp, @aperol-with-ivy, @leonoralessoem, @ellepossum69, @trexsuit, @analuw, @luvlesavyy, @malfoyfeed, @aliciabrower, @sparrowspixie, @imaginationismyworldlypleasure, @womenyesplease

Elsa Mars: @iticaboopsyou, @zalera8310, @brienneseveruscalaway, @derry-n, @riveranddoctorsong123, @peggycarter-steverogers, @mars-rivers, @g0thtrash, @callsigncrash, @estesjourney, @babygirlscout

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Imagine the 11th Doctor finding out you’re a science geek.

You hadn’t meant to let it slip.

The conversation had started innocently enough. One minute, the Doctor was waving his sonic at a wall of crystalline rock on some distant moon, and the next he was rambling at approximately a thousand words a minute about temporal radiation.

Most people would have smiled and nodded. You corrected one of his calculations. The Doctor froze. Slowly, he lowered the device.

“…What?”

You blinked. “Your estimate was off by about three percent.”

His eyes widened. “No.”

“Yes.” You pointed at the display. “The decay rate changes because the particles are interacting with the moon’s magnetic field.”

The Doctor stared. Then his face lit up with the kind of delight you rarely ever saw when you divulged your interest in various sciences.

“Oh, you’re clever.” Before you could respond, he grabbed your sleeve and practically dragged you down the corridor. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“The library.”

“The TARDIS has a library?”

“The TARDIS has seven libraries, well, last I checked.”

You barely had time to process that before he launched into questions.

“Nuclear physics. How much do you know? Wait, no, don’t answer that. Psychology too? Philosophy? Any biology? Astrophysics? Ooh, tell me you’ve got opinions about consciousness.”

You laughed. The Doctor looked genuinely excited. The kind of excitement that came from finally finding someone who wanted to talk about the things he loved. You could relate.

Hours disappeared. Or maybe days. Time got fuzzy in the TARDIS. You found yourselves sprawled across the floor of a library, surrounded by books and holographic displays. One discussion became another. Nuclear energy led to ethics. Ethics led to free will. Free will led to consciousness. Consciousness somehow led to whether the universe itself could be considered alive.

“In my defense,” he said while pacing in front of you, “I’ve only had about nine hundred years to think about this.”

“And yet your argument still has holes in it,” you teased.

He gasped dramatically. “Holes?”

“You heard me.”

“Rude.”

The Doctor grinned. For a moment, the endless movement stopped. No running from monsters, or saving planets, or any other crises to manage. Just conversation between two like minded individuals on topics they shared an equal amount of passion in.

The Doctor settled beside you, still smiling. “You know,” he said quietly, “most people think all this stuff is boring.”

“I don’t.”

“No.” His grin softened. “You really don’t.”

And judging by the look on his face, that might have been one of his favorite discoveries in the universe.

For anon

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @ghostsunderstoodmysoul, @immyowndefender, @valencethefriendlychangeling, @crimsonwidow666, @rebelbossheart, @thedailyspiritualist, @orangeisnttheonlyfruit, @woman-simp, @aperol-with-ivy, @leonoralessoem, @ellepossum69, @trexsuit, @analuw, @luvlesavyy, @malfoyfeed, @aliciabrower, @sparrowspixie, @imaginationismyworldlypleasure, @womenyesplease

Eleventh Doctor: @randomfandomimagine, @keepfloatingaway, @thegalaxysyst3m, @casserole-from-dads-asserole, @little-bean99, @littlefoxgirl-13, @becomingthedreamversionofme, @storytelling-timelord, @chaos-and-food, @callsigncrash, @mxacegrey, @itsezekielbabe, @lokabrenna0801, @m-rae23, @geekyandgay98, @magpie6322, @k-slater, @scriptershifter

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April Movie Wrap Up

Blended: 8/10. It was funny, cute, sometimes ridiculous, but really quite good. I wasn’t really sold on the physical chemistry between the leads, but the emotional chemistry was there, so that made up for it. If you just need a feel good movie, give this one a go if you haven’t yet.

Cougars Inc: 4/10. Premise sounded phenomenal. Delivery was meh. For a movie partially focused on milfs, there was sure a lack of them in the actual plot.

Defying Gravity: 5/10. Wasn’t bad for a low budget indie. Didn’t really hook me though. Willam was the best part.

I’ll Be Right There: 6/10. Decent, but slow at times. Wish there was a happily ever after for the lesbians. Really wanted her to go off to Boston with her. Oh well.

Prozac Nation: 7/10. I think it does a good job of portraying depression, though it did focus a bit too much on the relationships and not her struggle outside of that. Great cast, and stunning performance by Christina Ricci.

Supernova: 3/10. Touching story, I guess, but frightfully slow. Actors were great. Should have liked it more than I did. It’s sad, but nothing really happens.

The Taking Of Deborah Logan: 0/10. Fucking slow, fucking stupid. Reaffirmed my hatred for possession movies. Jump scares are a dumb tactic that almost never affect me. They certainly didn’t here. Predictable af ending.

Welcome To Happiness: 3/10. This had a really great unique premise, but I kinda lost interest half way through. Was not executed the way I was hoping. Got kinda bored. Also really weird/stupid ending. Wanted to like it, but not for me.

Wineville: 8/10. Overarching plot could have used a little bolstering, but the gore factor was fantastic! It is dark, it is fucked up, could have done with a bit more resolution at the very end, but overall pretty damn good. Bonus points for Carolyn Hennessy in her bra.

Woman In Gold: 8/10. Touching, clever, wonderful. The pacing was brilliant, which can’t always be said about movies based on true events. This one nailed it. It probably would have gotten one more point if I was still in my obsessed with WWII phase.

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Imagine Patsy taking care of you when you’re sick.

You knew you were properly ill when even the smell of cigarette smoke didn’t phase you. Normally, the haze that followed Patsy from room was unmistakable, but today, curled miserably on the sofa with a blanket pulled up to your chin, the faint curl of smoke drifting from her hand made no difference to you.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Patsy said at finding you, though her voice lacked its usual bite.

You didn’t bother answering. Your throat felt like sandpaper, your head pounded in time with your pulse, and every joint ached.

From somewhere behind you came the sharp clink of glass. You cracked one eye open just in time to see her sweep into the living room holding what looked suspiciously like a tumbler of vodka.

“You cannot possibly think that’s medicine,” you rasped.

She paused mid step, lips pursing. “It’s a disinfectant,” she said firmly, as though that settled the matter.

You gave her a look that probably would have been more effective if you weren’t pale and sweaty and wrapped like a burrito. Patsy sighed dramatically, rolled her eyes, and set the glass down on the side table instead.

A moment later, she disappeared again, heels clicking down the hall. You heard cupboards opening, something clattering to the floor, followed by a string of muttered curses.

When she returned, she carried a mug. Steam rose from it. Actual steam. You blinked, startled.

“What is that,” you asked.

“Tea,” she said. “Or some sort of herbal swamp water.”

You pushed yourself upright with a groan, accepting the mug with shaky hands. The warmth seeped into your fingers, oddly comforting.

Patsy hovered nearby, trying—and failing—to look casual. She lit another cigarette, then immediately stubbed it out halfway through. Her gaze flicked toward you every few seconds, like she was concerned you may melt right off of the sofa.

“You look dreadful,” she said bluntly.

“Thank you,” you croaked.

She shifted her weight, crossing her arms tightly. For a long moment, she just stood there, watching you sip the tea.

“You’re not… you know. Dying, are you,” she asked suddenly.

You glanced up at her and sat the tea down, surprised by the tightness in her voice. Beneath the usual lacquer of indifference, her eyes held a look unmistakably close to worry.

“No,” you said gently. “Just sick.”

“Well,” she snapped, recovering quickly. “Don’t make a habit of it.”

Then she sat beside you and tugged the blanket higher around your shoulders, pretending the gesture annoyed her.

“You’d better get well quickly,” she added, voice softer now. “You’re absolutely useless to me like this.”

You hid your face in the blanket so she wouldn’t see you smile.

For anon

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @ghostsunderstoodmysoul, @immyowndefender, @valencethefriendlychangeling, @crimsonwidow666, @rebelbossheart, @thedailyspiritualist, @orangeisnttheonlyfruit, @woman-simp, @aperol-with-ivy, @leonoralessoem, @ellepossum69, @trexsuit, @analuw, @luvlesavyy, @malfoyfeed, @aliciabrower, @sparrowspixie, @imaginationismyworldlypleasure, @og-kxsh-420

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Do Not Disturb — Miranda Priestly

Summary: You slip into Miranda’s office for one of your usual visits, confident everything is under control, until it isn’t.

Word Count: 1,093

Tags: Implied smut, fluff

The office was abuzz. Andy only picked up on it after an hour of overheard conversations where no one would directly tell her what was going on. A designer was coming. That much she was able to make out pretty quickly. Someone from Paris, to see Miranda. Andy didn’t hear a name, or recognize it if she did, but apparently she was a big deal.

Everyone seemed to be on high alert, waiting for her arrival. The word ‘lunch’ kept being thrown around. She kept trying to ask any one of the thousand questions she had, but no one seemed to have time to answer them, if they even let her speak at all. Fine, so be it.

You were all too familiar with the routine. You were set up in the finest hotel —whichever Miranda was least dissatisfied with at the moment— then you arrived at Runway at precisely eleven o’clock the morning after you landed in New York, you took the elevator up to her floor and walked through and right into her office, where the two of you would blissfully be left alone for as long as she deemed fit.

Though you’d met her at Paris Fashion Week, it wasn’t until three months later when she summoned you to New York that your arrangement with her had begun, and it was just that, an arrangement. Miranda didn’t do relationships, but that was how you, and practically anyone else, would define what the two of you had. Regardless what it was, you came when she called every time.

And so it was this time as well. You were already in the elevator, on the way up, and the same feeling coursed through you just like it had every time before; thrill, anticipation and pride all rolled into one. You’d ensnared the ice queen of the fashion world, and every time you saw her, you fell a little more in love.

As you weaved through the office to her door, you passed by Nigel, glasses perched low on his nose, scanning a rack of garments, though he didn’t miss your entrance. “Miranda has already asked as to your whereabouts twice.”

“I’m on time,” you told him, and you both knew it to be true. You sighed. “At least it’s good to know I’m missed.”

Nigel hummed in agreement and you carried on, opening the door to Miranda’s office and letting yourself in. Miranda didn’t look up right away, but when she did, it was to look at the clock, as if hoping to catch you being late just to scold you.

“You’re early,” she remarked, at last casting her gaze to you over the frames of her glasses.

“Being on time is late. It was you who taught me that.”

The softest hint of a smile raised the corner of her lip and she stood. “Come here, darling. I have missed you.”

You loved the way Miranda broke her own rules for you. She let her voice soften, those professional walls of hers came down, and she embraced you with a warmth she wouldn’t let be known outside of this space.

When she released you from her arms, she looked towards the door. “Door’s locked,” she questioned.

“Of course it is,” you replied. It wasn’t like you were new here.

“I didn’t think I heard it click,” she argued.

“Miranda,” you breathed, like a quiet exasperation was escaping your lips.

“Alright,” she relented, her hand coming to your wrist, lingering just long enough to feel your pulse jump beneath her fingers. Then she pulled you towards the couch, the one she’d had installed just for this purpose.

You undressed her carefully, knowing each piece of clothing had been meticulously selected for today, and no doubt all expensive brand names. Same applied to the black lace lingerie she’d chosen this time. You were less careful with your own clothes, which were also nice, but not nearly as treasured as the pieces that made up Miranda’s wardrobe.

The couch pulled out easily, allowing enough room for the both of you, and you disappeared with Miranda under the blanket that usually hung over the back. You fell into your usual pattern of worshipping Miranda’s body like it may be the last time you get the chance to.

Your appointments were the only time Miranda didn’t stick to her rigid schedule. You were her indulgence, and she would take as long as she pleased with you, and it was everyone else’s problem to rearrange her schedule to accommodate it.

And as you lay together afterward, Miranda on her back, you with your arm draped over her, you realized this may be your favorite part. Her hair was slightly mussed, but she didn’t move to fix it. Her lipstick would need to be reapplied, as it was smeared across your skin, but she was glorious like this.

“I could move here,” you said, not for the first time. “New York is just as suitable for fashion as Paris.”

Miranda’s eyes moved across your face. She appeared to be actually considering it this time. “You’d uproot your life for me?”

“You’re a part of my life. I’d like for that part to be bigger. So…yes, I would, if you’d have me.”

As you made your offer to her, the doorknob turned quietly, and the door creaked open, alerting you both but leaving you no time to save face as Andy slipped inside the office. “I know you’re expecting lunch, but you didn’t place an order,” Andy was saying,

“I thought you said the door was locked,” Miranda hissed, before Andy had turned around.

“I thought it was.”

“Miranda? Oh my god!” Andy shielded her eyes and turned around, cracking her shin into one of the chairs by Miranda’s desk. You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“Out, Andrea,” Miranda ordered.

“Yes, sorry. I’m going, I’m going.” She nearly tripped on the way out and you buried your head in Miranda’s shoulder to stifle your giggle.

“I’m going to fire that girl.”

“Don’t,” you urged. “Poor thing was a deer in headlights. Clearly no one told her about our standing lunch dates.” You kissed Miranda’s cheek in attempt to diffuse her outrage. It didn’t completely quell it, but it would have to do for now. “Now, about what I said.”

“Very well. It wouldn’t hurt to have you a little closer when the urge strikes.”

“How gracious of you,” you teased. Then, on a more serious note, “I’ll start planning the moment I get back.”

For @lovingbarson

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @ghostsunderstoodmysoul, @immyowndefender, @valencethefriendlychangeling, @crimsonwidow666, @rebelbossheart, @thedailyspiritualist, @orangeisnttheonlyfruit, @woman-simp, @aperol-with-ivy, @leonoralessoem, @ellepossum69, @trexsuit, @analuw, @luvlesavyy, @malfoyfeed, @aliciabrower, @sparrowspixie, @imaginationismyworldlypleasure, @og-kxsh-420

Miranda Priestly: @iticaboopsyou, @derry-n, @ladysc, @russian-soft-bitch, @rafterymorton, @messynessi

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March Movie Wrap Up

Maggie’s Plan: 3/10. Julianne Moore with a (German?) accent was literally its only selling point. The lead (Greta Gerwig) just sucks the energy out of a room any time she opens her mouth and her character’s fashion was atrocious.

Mister Organ: 2/10. Boring. Confusing. A look into a frustrating, lying piece of crap of a man that doesn’t come of anything. It gets you just interested enough to want to know what happens, and then the big revelation was that he was a creepy fucked up guy. Coulda came to that conclusion in 15 minutes not a goddamn hour and forty.

My Best Friend Is A Vampire: 6/10. Really it was only a five out of ten, but one point was added for the one line my adorable little baby LeeAnne Locken got to deliver. I knew she probably wasn’t going to have a big part, but I was really hoping for more than one sentence. *sigh* The things I do for love.

Parents: 0/10. A family eats meat regularly in creepy lighting. That mostly what happens in this movie. It’s too boring for a horror/comedy to be even remotely unsettling. The kid might be crazy, he might not be. I did not care either way. I also don’t know how we got to that ending, and I still don’t care.

The Quiet: 7/10. Plot was overall mostly predictable, but props for keeping my attention. Definitely some disturbing elements, so if you’ve got triggers, check the warnings, but yeah, pretty decent film over all.

Raven’s Touch: 7/10. A little slow in places, but overall a decent story. Sad in parts, but a relatively happy ending which is really saying something for a lesbian film.

Sideshow: 7/10. Sort of slow to start, picks up a little here and there, but that payoff was quite worth it. The ending is both poetic and hilarious.

Spree: 5/10. If you want a movie about how toxic social media can be, then this is your movie. While it was mostly boring/slightly cringe, it does deliver on its message, and it gets dark. For a horror comedy, it really was missing the comedy bit though.

Stepping Out: 8/10. Great cast, a handful of people I knew and loved. This is my genre of movie for sure. Bunch of misfits coming together to beat the odds. It was a little more serious than I expected, but nonetheless good.

Strangers With Candy: 7/10. Was it a stupid movie? Most definitely, but I got weirdly invested. Didn’t turn out as great as I’d hoped, but I don’t think it was a waste. Helps that I enjoy Any Sedaris. She was great.

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Imagine being a warrior and helping to train Joxer.

You had seen warriors of every kind, loud and unruly blood soaked legends who carved their names into the world with a blade, and noble heroes with egos so big it almost diminished the good deeds they did.

And then there was Joxer. He tripped over a rock before he even reached you. You bit back a smile as he scrambled up, dusting himself off with all the dignity of a man who had just face planted in front of the very person he was trying to impress. “I meant to do that,” he said, chin lifting, confidence wobbling like a cart with a missing wheel.

“Of course you did,” you replied, far too warmly for mockery.

That was what set you apart from the rest, or so you like to think. In Joxer, you didn’t see a fool. You didn’t dismiss him. You saw someone trying —desperately, earnestly— to be something more. And you were going to make him into exactly that.

Training him became a personal mission. You corrected his stance, nudged his grip on the sword, stepped behind him to guide his shoulders when he forgot how to stand with the strength and stability of a warrior and not the weak kneed stance of a scarecrow caught in a breeze.

He listened to your instruction with singleminded concentration, tongue poking slightly between his teeth as he put your words into practice. He still missed swings, still stumbled, still occasionally yelped when he startled himself.

But sometimes, he got it right. And when he did, his face lit up like he’d conquered an empire.

“You see that,” he said once, breathless, eyes bright. “I did that.”

You laughed softly, pride curling in your chest. “You did.”

Joxer may never be the hero the bards would tell the great deeds of, but as you reached out, steadying him after another near fall, you realized something quieter, steadier. He may not be the world’s hero, but he was becoming yours.

For anon

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @ghostsunderstoodmysoul, @immyowndefender, @valencethefriendlychangeling, @crimsonwidow666, @rebelbossheart, @thedailyspiritualist, @orangeisnttheonlyfruit, @woman-simp, @aperol-with-ivy, @leonoralessoem, @ellepossum69, @trexsuit, @analuw, @luvlesavyy, @malfoyfeed, @aliciabrower, @sparrowspixie, @imaginationismyworldlypleasure, @og-kxsh-420

Joxer: @unnecessarypineapplesstuff, @callsigncrash

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February Movie Wrap Up

Bottoms: 8.5/10. The first 20-30 minutes, I didn’t know if I was really vibing, but you know, once you suspend your disbelief and just roll with it, it actually gets pretty damn good. I can definitely see this having modern cult classic vibes.

Deadly Cuts: 6/10. One day I will be able to understand everything said in Irish accents. The day I watched this was not that day. I got most of it, and it didn’t take much away from the story. I just didn’t find it all that compelling.

Denial (1998): 1/10. Stupid. Parts were very sexist and ageist. Had some good cast members, but it just did nothing for me as a whole. If it was meant to be satire, it fell flat.

Eating Miss Campbell: 10/10. What. A. Movie! It’s wild. It’s meta, it’s parody, it’s batshit insane. What can I say, I adored it! It feels like one of those so bad it’s good movies, except for it’s actually good. Objectively, no masterpiece I’ll admit, but brilliant nonetheless.

May: 4/10. If you want a WEIRD movie, this one is it. I was really hoping it would be more entertaining than it was, but it turned out to be more boring and just mildly unsettling.

Milk Money: 7/10. It was cute, kinda campy, just a touch of cringe. Had I been more enamored with the cast, it easily could have gotten another point or two, but pretty good overall.

On Edge: 6/10. Nice, funny enough. Only one joke really landed with me, but it was still decent. Bonus points for the two very short scenes with Kathy Griffin. I love her. 🥰

Oy Vey! My Son Is Gay!!: 7/10. A gay, Jewish movie, there was little chance I wasn’t going to like this. It was a little rushed towards the end, and I felt it would have worked better as a tv series, but good nonetheless.

Welcome To Me: 0/10. Nothing redeeming at all. The “humor” is so deadpan it’s just dead. There were a few decent names in the cast but no one could save this mess. It felt utterly pointless.

The Zookeeper’s Wife: 5/10. Look, this is probably a fine movie. It’s obviously well done. I just could not get invested in it. I did not care. Maybe that’s a me thing. So yeah, I’m not saying it’s bad, I’m just saying I didn’t vibe with it.

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Invaluable — Elsa Mars

Summary: Elsa finds you at the same time she acquires Pepper for her troupe, yet you become more valuable to her than she could have imagined.

Word Count: 1,058

Tags: Suggestive (implied smut), some found family dynamics, possessive Elsa

Elsa Mars had not gone to the orphanage with the intention of finding two things worth saving. Only one.

Pepper had been pointed out to her with a gloved finger and a look of barely disguised disgust, as though she were a stain that refused to be scrubbed away. Eighteen years old, they said, as if that somehow made her more tolerable. Old enough to be someone else’s problem now.

Elsa had crouched in front of her, heels sinking into the scuffed linoleum, diamonds at her ears catching the weak overhead light. She had spoken softly, coaxingly. Pepper had smiled at her with such immediate, uncomplicated joy that Elsa felt—briefly—something twist behind her ribs. Yes. This one would do beautifully.

What Elsa had not expected was you. You had been in the kitchen when she heard them shouting at you. Not the sharp, clipped cruelty reserved for the children, but something colder. More disappointed.

“You don’t react,” the matron snapped. “Not to praise, not to punishment. It’s unsettling. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with you.”

Elsa paused in the hallway. She heard no response from you. Just the steady sound of chopping, as though you were slicing vegetables and not absorbing yet another small humiliation. Curious, Elsa drifted closer.

You stood at the counter in a plain dress, sleeves rolled, hands deft and sure. Your face was calm to the point of blankness, not vacant, Elsa realized, but contained. As if everything you felt had been folded neatly away, kept for private use only.

“Do you even care,” the matron demanded of you.

You lifted your eyes then and met hers, only very briefly crossing over Elsa some distance behind her.

“I care about doing my job well,” you said evenly. You offered no apology and your voice held no tremor to it. Elsa smiled. By the time she left the orphanage, Pepper clutched her hand with fierce devotion, and you stood beside her, shoulders squared and carrying a small suitcase. The matron did not protest your departure. If anything, she looked relieved.

“You’re an adult,” Elsa had said lightly, appraising you. “In your twenties, yes?”

You nodded.

“And you cook.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re…adaptable.”

“Very.”

Elsa liked that you hadn’t begged. She liked that you hadn’t thanked her, either.

The camp grew quickly after that. You did not ask questions when more people arrived, when Elsa brought home bodies the world had rejected and named them family. You simply fed them. Learned preferences. Remembered who needed their meat cut small, who liked extra sugar in their coffee, who needed to be reminded gently to eat at all.

Pepper followed you everywhere, your shadow, your helper. You sometimes sang quietly while you worked and Pepper would occasionally try to hum along. At night, you made sure she was tucked in, even when Elsa was too busy or tired and forgot. And Elsa noticed.

She noticed the way the others softened around you. How tension drained from the tents when you passed through. Even the most discerning and untrusting of the freakshow warmed to you.

Elsa told herself she was pleased. A nurturing presence was useful, stabilizing. A circus needed order as much as spectacle. Still, there were moments. Moments when she watched you from the doorway of her tent as you mended costumes by lamplight. The glow caught your profile, your lashes lowered in concentration. Moments when your hands brushed hers in passing and you didn’t flinch, didn’t rush away, either.

You looked at Elsa differently than the others did, and so she began inventing reasons to summon you. A meal prepared just so. A dress altered. A glass refilled. And each time, you came without comment, fulfilling her every need no matter how minor. She wondered how far that intrinsic need to please went.

One evening, after the others had gone quiet, Elsa poured you a drink. “You’ve made yourself indispensable,” she said.

You accepted the glass. “I only ever wanted to be useful.”

Elsa’s smile sharpened. “Careful, liebchen. I may just keep you for good.”

You held her gaze over the rim of the glass. “I wouldn’t mind staying.”

The air shifted. Elsa set her own drink aside and stepped closer, slow, deliberate. She reached out to tilt your chin up with a single finger. “How would you like to be more?”

You swallowed. Once a pillar of reservation, your time with the troupe —with Elsa— had eased you out of your shell. Yet still you fought your desire for her not to show on your face. “More,” you inquired.

“You understand,” she said softly, “that I don’t share what’s mine.”

“I don’t want to be shared,” you replied.

“You will retain your position among my troupe, but when I call for you, you will come. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” you confirmed.

That was when Elsa kissed you. It was a claiming press of mouth to mouth, testing, teaching. You responded instinctively, hands still at your sides, waiting—listening—for permission. Elsa drew back, eyes dark with satisfaction.

“Hmm,” she hummed, satisfied. “You will do very nicely.”

From then on, you belonged to the circus in a different capacity. You still cooked, still cared, still soothed nightmares and wiped blood from split knuckles. Elsa allowed it, encouraged it, even. She liked seeing you move among her monsters like a quiet constant, a gravity they all leaned toward. But at night, when Elsa called for you, you went without question, and the camp all knew well enough what you had truly become.

She taught you how she liked to be touched, she guided your hands, corrected your hesitation with a sharp word or a softer one, depending on her mood. She praised you sparingly, but when she did, it burned brighter than anything else.

You learned quickly. You learned to kneel when she looked at you in a certain way. You learned when to wait, how to anticipate her needs and to exist in those moments solely for her pleasure and approval. And you loved her for it.

If anyone else noticed the way Elsa’s arm curled possessively around your waist, the way her gaze hardened when someone lingered too long near you, they learned not to comment, because Elsa Mars was generous, but she was not forgiving. And you were hers. Entirely.

For @lovingbarson

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January Movie Wrap Up

Bundy And The Wolfman: 0/10. I watched five minutes of this, and between the horrible voice of the narrator, the shitty stock footage that was entirely irrelevant and the concept as a whole, I quit.

Death Drop Gorgeous: 5/10. I thought this was going to be much more like Slay, but I was unfortunately disappointed. The acting was mid at best. I couldn’t really get invested in any characters except for the older drag queen and one other one that didn’t have much screen time. Points for some incredibly gnarly kills though.

Elizabeth Harvest: 1/10. Sometimes I can get behind a good sci-fi flick. Other times I can’t. This was one of the times I couldn’t. I’m not saying it was actually a bad movie, but it did nothing for me, personally.

G.B.F.: 5/10. Okay. Side cast was good, leads were meh. Certainly not the best in its genre, but watchable.

Girls Will Be Girls: 7/10. I love Varla Jean Merman and Coco Peru, so naturally this one was a hit with me. Was it perfect? No, but it was campy and fun and I got to see a couple of my favorite non-RPDR queens.

Loving Annabelle: 2/10. Felt like someone wrote a porno then got too big for their britches and thought they could make a serious movie out of it forgoing most of the porn. They did not succeed.

Obsessed To Death: 7/10. A fairly run of the mill thriller type movie with a slightly more modern/influencer slant, but nonetheless enjoyable. The main girl did a good job with playing a psycho. Not great, but relatively convincing in a subtle way.

Spread: 8/10. Don’t sleep on Tubi originals. This is my second, and I’ve not been disappointed. Good cast, good story, maybe a bit predictable, but that doesn’t take too much away from it, really.

Stage Mother: 9/10. This was only going to get an 8, but Maybelline’s number at the end got it that extra point. This was literally so amazing. If you need a movie that’ll give you hope for the capability of humankind to be loving and accepting, then do yourself a favor and watch this one. I mean it.

Timestalker: 6/10. If this had been a series and had really leaned more on the comedy angle, I would have been obsessed. As a movie, it fell a little flat. And the ending? I thought it was going to go the way I’d hoped and then it just fucks off with that reverse cliffhanger. I either need a sequel where I get that happy ending that was deserved or I need it to not have ended the way it did in the first place.

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The Surrender — Leland Townsend

Summary: Leland teaches you that sex can be a religious experience.

Word Count: 462

Tags: Smut, religious undertones

The door to his apartment clicked shut behind you. You leaned against the cool wood, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Leland stood a few feet away, silhouetted against the dim light of a single lamp, its glow casting his features in an almost intimidating light. He wasn’t smiling. He was studying you, his gaze a physical weight tracing the line of your throat, the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

“You’re nervous,” he stated. His voice seemed to vibrate in the quiet space. It wasn’t a question.

He took a slow step forward. You held your breath. Another step. You could smell him now, sandalwood, old books, and something darker, almost metallic.

His hand came up, not to touch you, but to hover beside your cheek. You felt the heat of it. His fingertips finally made contact, a feather light brush along your jaw that made you shiver. “Yet here you are. In the lion’s den, so to speak. You can back out now. Last chance.”

You didn’t have an answer. Your mind, usually so quick, was a blissful blank. He took your silence as assent. His mouth found the sensitive skin beneath your ear, his lips and tongue tracing a path down the column of your neck. Each kiss was a brand, a sacrament. Your head fell back against the door with a soft thud, your hands finally moving, gathering the fabric of his shirt in your fists.

“Yes,” he murmured against your pulse point, feeling it leap under his lips. “Feel it. The surrender.”

He looked at you, his eyes blazing with a fervor that was anything but holy. “Remember, you’re the one that wanted this,” he panted, his control beginning to fray at the edges. He guided your hands to his belt. Your fingers fumbled, clumsy with need, under his steady guidance.

“You see, the blasphemous can be divine,” he uttered before hissing through clenched teeth.

It was a slow, inexorable penetration, a filling so profound it stole the air from your lungs. He let you set the pace, his entire body trembling with the effort of his restraint. You took him inch by agonizing inch, a stretching, burning fullness that quickly transformed into a deep, resonant rightness. A sigh, part relief, part revelation, shuddered out of you. There really was a truth to his words.

You had never felt so good, so pure and yet so defiled all at once. Your brain was operating on another level, one where all that mattered was where you and Leland connected. And when he came inside you, your own orgasm followed. You felt the tremble course through your entire body, leaving you with the out of body sensation of floating. Perhaps Leland had been right all along.

For anon

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @ghostsunderstoodmysoul, @immyowndefender, @valencethefriendlychangeling, @crimsonwidow666, @rebelbossheart, @thedailyspiritualist, @orangeisnttheonlyfruit, @woman-simp, @aperol-with-ivy, @leonoralessoem, @ellepossum69, @trexsuit, @analuw, @luvlesavyy, @malfoyfeed, @aliciabrower, @sparrowspixie, @imaginationismyworldlypleasure, @og-kxsh-420

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Rules

1. I only write for the fandoms, characters and ships in my masterlist, so please don't request things that aren't on there. I'm always adding new fandoms and characters, so do feel free to check the lists as often as you like. And the list of who I write for is linked at the bottom of this post for convenience.

2. Include the first and last name (or first name and fandom) of the character you want the request for. (I do write for several characters with the same first name, so it's just to clear up any confusion.) First names or ship names work fine when requesting ships.

3. Please give me some sort of scenario or plot for the request. Just saying 'fluff' or 'smut' is not an idea I can work with. If I don't have something specific to write about odds are that the request will be deleted. Prompts are available to aid you, but please try and give a sentence or two of plot/idea along with the prompt(s) if you use them.

4. Please try to refrain from requesting the same exact scenario or plot for multiple different characters. It gets very difficult to keep recycling the same idea and try to make it new.

5. Length of a request cannot be specified. I will write as much or as little as I am able with the prompt/idea provided.

6. Be polite and patient while requesting. I do this for free and have many other things I do in my life outside of this one blog. If you're rude or pester me about your request, I will likely delete it.

7. I will not be doing alphabets, headcanons or preferences anymore. Strictly fics from here on out.

8. I will no longer be updating my masterlist. It’s a chore, and I don’t want to do it anymore. All characters I’ve written for past or present can be searched by first and last name on my blog, and you’ll see everything I’ve written for them.

What I Will Write

Age gap

Angst

*Dark Content (kidnapping, whump, yandere, etc)

*if you're unsure about a specific type of dark content, then please ask*

Female!Reader (this is usually my default if using pronouns is unavoidable, otherwise it generally won't be specified)

Fluff

Smut (will vary with how descriptive it will be based on mood and comfortability)

Kinks (if I’m not comfortable with something I will politely let you know)

Polyamorous x readers (look for these in my masterlists, those are the only ones I'll write poly content for)

Pregnancy

Romantic

What I Won't Write

*Any sort of overly descriptive!reader (includes physical appearance, sexuality, etc. basically if it sounds too much like an OC, I won’t do it, I have many of my own for that)

*In universe descriptors are fine, like being a mage, doctor, death eater, etc

AUs/Soulmate Content (Unless It's Part Of The Fandom's Canon)

Coming Out To A Character (It just gets redundant, and I feel like it's always the exact same)

Crossovers

Male!Reader

Platonic/familial content (includes being related to a character and dating another character)

Any further questions on any of these, always feel free to ask.

Who I Write For

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Who I Write For

*Blue = Current Faves

Abbott Elementary: Barbara Howard, Melissa Schemmenti

Absolutely Fabulous: Edina Monsoon, Patsy Stone, Eddy x Patsy x Reader // Eddy x Patsy

The Addams Family: Debbie Jellinsky, Morticia Addams // Debbie x Morticia × Reader

The Alienist: Laszlo Kreizler

American Horror Story (Seasons 1-5 & 8-9): Constance Langdon, Countess Elizabeth, Elsa Mars, Fiona Goode, Jude Martin, Margaret Booth, Stevie Nicks

Annie (1982): Miss Hannigan

A.P. Bio: Jack Griffin

A Series Of Unfortunate Events: Esmé Squalor, Georgina Orwell

Bates Motel: Norma Bates

Beetlejuice: Barbara Maitland, Delia Deetz

Big Sky: Sunny Barnes

Blandings: Constance Keeble

Bosom Buddies: Henry Desmond, Ruth Dunbar // Henry x Kip x Reader

Bridgerton: Agatha Danbury, Alfred Debling, Anthony Bridgerton, Portia Featherington, Queen Charlotte, Simon Basset, Tilley Arnold, Violet Bridgerton

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Drusilla, Rupert Giles

Burlesque: Tess Scali

Call The Midwife: Patrick Turner, Patsy Mount, Shelagh Turner, Sister Hilda, Trixie Franklin

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina: Lilith, Mary Wardwell, Zelda Spellman // Lilith × Zelda x Reader, Lilith × Mary × Reader

Cinderella (2015): Lady Tremaine

The Conjuring: Lorraine Warren

The Devil Wears Prada: Miranda Priestly

Doctor Who: Donna Noble, Eleventh Doctor, Jackie Tyler, Kate Stewart, Missy, Ninth Doctor, River Song, Tenth Doctor, Thirteenth Doctor, Twelfth Doctor

Downton Abbey: Cora Crawley, Joseph Molesley

Elvira, Mistress Of The Dark: Elvira

Evil: Sheryl Luria

The Favourite: Queen Anne

The First Lady: Betty Ford, Eleanor Roosevelt

Frasier: Niles Crane, Roz Doyle

Friends: Janice Litman, Joey Tribbiani, Richard Burke

Game Of Thrones: Brienne Of Tarth, Bronn, Catelyn Stark, Cersei Lannister, Davos Seaworth, Jaime Lannister, Jorah Mormont, Melisandre, Petyr Baelish, Tyrion Lannister

Gentleman Jack: Anne Lister

Ghosts (BBC): Fanny Button, Julian Fawcett, Thomas Thorne

Glass Onion: Claire Debella

The Golden Girls: Blanche Devereaux

Good Omens: Madame Tracy, Shax

Grace And Frankie: Frankie Bergstein, Grace Hanson // Grace × Frankie × Reader

Green Wing: Caroline Todd, Guy Secretan, Joanna Clore, Mac Macartney, Sue White // Joanna x Sue x Reader

Grey's Anatomy: Addison Montgomery, Amelia Shepherd, Arizona Robbins, Catherine Fox, Cristina Yang, Erica Hahn, Meredith Grey, Miranda Bailey, Teddy Altman, Tom Koracick // Derek x Mark × Reader

Halloween: Laurie Strode, Lindsey Wallace

Hannibal: Bedelia Du Maurier, Hannibal Lecter

Happy Valley: Catherine Cawood

Happy’s Place: Bobbie MacAllister

Harlots: Lady Repton, Lydia Quigley, Margaret Wells, Nancy Birch // Lady Repton x Nancy Birch × Reader

Harry Potter: Bellatrix LeStrange, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Rita Skeeter, Severus Snape // Bellatrix × Narcissa x Reader

Holes: Louise Walker

House MD: Gregory House, Lisa Cuddy

The House Of Eliott: Beatrice Eliott

House Of The Dragon: Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenys Targaryen

Insatiable: Bob Armstrong, Coralee Armstrong // Bob x Coralee x Reader

Jessie: Rhoda Chesterfield

Just Shoot Me: Dennis Finch, Nina Van Horn

Last Tango In Halifax: Caroline Dawson, Gillian Greenwood, Judith Tyzack // Caroline × Gillian × Judith × Reader

Late Night: Katherine Newbury

Law & Order: SVU: Olivia Benson

Legends Of Tomorrow: Damien Darhk, Zari Tarazi

The Lizzie Borden Chronicles: Lizzie Borden

Mamma Mia: Donna Sheridan, Ruby Sheridan, Tanya Chesham-Leigh // Ruby × Tanya x Reader

Marvel: Agatha Harkness, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Eleanor Bishop, Hela, Helmut Zemo, Kilgrave, Loki Laufeyson, May Parker, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine // Everett × Stephen × Reader

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel: Midge Maisel, Rose Weissman, Susie Myerson // Susie x Midge

M*A*S*H: Charles Emerson Winchester III, Francis Mulcahy, Hawkeye Pierce, Henry Blake, Margaret Houlihan, Maxwell Klinger

Merlin: Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Morgana Pendragon, Uther Pendragon

Mom: Bonnie Plunkett, Jill Kendall

Mrs. America: Phyllis Schlafly

Mrs. Brown's Boys: Buster Brady, Cathy Brown

The Nanny: CC Babcock, Fran Fine // CC x Fran x Reader

Nanny McPhee: Selma Quickly

NCIS: Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo

Nightmare Alley: Lilith Ritter

Nine Perfect Strangers: Masha Dmitrichenko

Ocean's 8: Lou Miller, Rose Weil

Once Upon A Time: Cruella DeVil, Maleficent, Regina Mills, Victoria Belfrey, Zelena Mills // Regina × Maleficent × Reader, Regina x Evil Queen × Reader, Regina x Zelena × Reader

Only Murders In The Building: Charles Haden-Savage, Cinda Canning, Loretta Durkin, Oliver Putnam // Charles × Oliver x Reader

Orange Is The New Black: Aleida Diaz, Carol Denning, Carrie Black (Big Boo), Gloria Mendoza, Judy King, Linda Ferguson, Natalie Figueroa, Red Reznikov

Our Flag Means Death: Anne Bonny, Evelyn Higgins, Stede Bonnet

The Parent Trap: Chessy, Elizabeth James

Peaky Blinders: Alfie Solomons, Arthur Shelby, Luca Changretta, Polly Gray

Pirates Of The Caribbean: Jack Sparrow

The Politician: Dede Standish, Dusty Jackson, Hadassah Gold // Dede x Hadassah x Reader

Prodigal Son: Jessica Whitly, Martin Whitly, Vivian Capshaw

The Prom: Angie Dickinson, Dee Dee Allen, Karen Greene

The Real Housewives Franchise: Adrienne Maloof, Bethenny Frankel, Camille Grammer, Carole Radziwill, D’Andra Simmons, Denise Richards, Dorinda Medley, Eileen Davidson, Erika Jayne, Gretchen Rossi, Jeana Keough, Jill Zarin, Kim Richards, Kyle Richards, LeeAnne Locken, Lisa Rinna, Lisa Vanderpump, LuAnn De Lesseps, Ramona Singer, Sonja Morgan, Sutton Stracke, Vicki Gunvalson

Rizzoli & Isles: Angela Rizzoli

RPF: Kamala Harris, Kathy Griffin

Sanditon: Alexander Colbourne, Arthur Parker, Charles Lockhart, Sidney Parker

The Santa Clause 3: Jack Frost

Scandal: Mellie Grant, Olivia Pope

Schitt's Creek: David Rose, Moira Rose

The School For Good And Evil: Clarissa Dovey, Leonora Lesso

Scream Queens: Cathy Munsch

Sex Education: Erin Wiley, Hope Haddon, Jean Milburn, Maureen Groff

Shameless (US): Claudia Nicolo, Frank Gallagher, Helene Runyon, Monica Gallagher, Sheila Jackson

Sleepy Hollow: Lady Van Tassel

Sons Of Anarchy: Gemma Teller

Supergirl: Cat Grant, Lena Luthor, Lex Luthor, Nyxly

Supernatural: Bobby Singer, Castiel, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Ellen Harvelle, Jody Mills, Lucifer, Mary Winchester, Pamela Barnes, Rowena MacLeod // Sam x Dean

Sweeney Todd: Judge Turpin, Nellie Lovett

Ted Lasso: Jamie Tartt, Rebecca Welton, Roy Kent, Ted Lasso, Trent Crimm

Three's Company: Helen Roper, Jack Tripper, Lana Shields

True Blood: Arlene Fowler, Ginger, Maryann Forrester, Pam Swynford de Beaufort, Rosalyn Harris, Russell Edgington

The Tudors: Catherine Of Aragon, Margaret Tudor

The Umbrella Academy: The Handler

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt: Andrea Baydon, Jacqueline White

Vamps: Cisserus

Veep: Selina Meyer

Wednesday: Hester Frump, Isadora Capri, Larissa Weems, Marilyn Thornhill, Morticia Addams

What We Do In The Shadows: Nadja, Nandor

Will & Grace: Karen Walker

The Witcher: Calanthe Of Cintra, Geralt Of Rivia, Jaskier, Tissaia de Vries // Geralt x Jaskier

Xena: Warrior Princess: Aphrodite, Ares, Autolycus, Joxer, Xena

Yonderland: Debbie Maddox, Imperatrix, Negatus // Debbie x Imperatrix x Reader

You: Joe Goldberg

30 Rock: Jenna Maroney, Liz Lemon // Jenna × Liz x Reader

101 Dalmatians: Cruella DeVil

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December Movie Wrap Up

Audrey Rose: 7/10. Plot was compelling, but god that kid is whiny and insufferable. She’s also very unsettling to look at. Those huge, seemingly possessed eyes. I guess I get what they were going for, but she definitely took the movie down a point.

Crimes Of The Heart: 3/10. BORING! There was one good scene, other than that it was basically shrill, screaming southern sisters, with basically no discernible plot. Not a fan.

Fight Club: 1/10. Too long, pretty boring. Not even the “twist” could redeem it. Maybe I just don’t “get it” but I don’t fucking care. I was just not that entertained.

Guilty Conscience: 5/10. Not far in I realized I’d seen this one before. Can’t say as I was very impressed, as I didn’t remember having seen it, and was equally unimpressed the second time.

How To Beat The High Cost Of Living: 6/10. If it had focused more on the caper itself, I think it would have been a bigger hit with me, but it was okay overall. Points for Jane Curtin and her “distraction” scene.

The Institute: 1/10. Another shlock film about the manipulation of women in a Victorian asylum setting. This one had a cultish twist, which made it even worse. Truly abhorrent. The lighting budget must have been about $5. Darker than shit, could hardly see anything going on. Not that I wanted to anyway.

The Love Punch: 8/10. Look, I don’t know why it’s called that, but it sure does pack a punch. Loved every minute of it. Caught myself smiling and laughing through it. Just a really fun time. And Emma Thompson was so beautiful in it.

Seasons Of The Heart: 8/10. Carol Burnett was FABULOUS in this. It was a lovely, dramatic and sad movie all in one, and very out of her normal wheelhouse, but was still truly incredible. Loved this one.

Voice From The Stone: 3/10. Predictable. Nothing overly captivating. Emilia Clarke did a good job in the role, but I didn’t find the movie that compelling overall. The ending was…confusing? Did she get possessed? Idk. Not a fan.

Walter: 3/10. Points for William H Macy alone. I’m not saying that this was a bad movie, objectively speaking, but I was just bored by it. It was overall kinda predictable, and with a very abrupt end that doesn’t feel like things were really resolved.