[gloriousgwendolinechristie]

Millar also assures fans that Gwendoline Christie’s Weems will return despite leaving on sabbatical: “We’ll definitely see more of Weems. Gwen is a key part of the show, and the character of Weems is still embedded in Nevermore and Wednesday herself. We’re not sure quite how it’s going to happen or when it will happen exactly, but we definitely want to bring Gwen back.”

~ ‘Wednesday’ Season 3 Eying Summer 2027 Return & Everything We Know So Far

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🙌🙏

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[pure-chaoz]

Hiiii I'm back 😍

[shutinthenutouse]

[daydream-cement]

Violet and Rose Ch. 26

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Rowan looked the shapeshifter up and down, a smirk growing on her face. Larissa had come to visit her in her private quarters and wasn’t shocked by the secrecy of Rowan opening the door only a quarter of the way and standing in the open space so Larissa couldn’t pass by.  Larissa knew what she saw last night in the courtyard. Marilyn was in that room with her, Larissa knew it. 

“Where is she?” Larissa was trying to hide her anger. It had taken a lot of bravery for her to actually climb the stairs and confront Rowan like this, knowing that the woman who tried killing her twice was behind the door. She wasn’t here for herself though, Larissa was there for Fern and her future children. 

“Fern isn’t here if that’s what you’re asking.” Rowan noticed Larissa’s serious expression and found herself reflecting the same energy. Regardless of what power Larissa felt like she held at Nevermore, Rowan was never one to be intimidated. 

“Not Fern. Where is Marilyn?” Larissa knew she had won when Rowan’s eyes widened for a moment, shocked that Larissa knew the truth. A smile twitched at Larissa’s lip, but faded quickly. Now was not the time for pride. There was a murderer staying on campus who had the ability and wherewithal to kill every last student and faculty member. 

Rowan’s expression turned stony and her back straightened. She was searching for the right words to explain herself or even gaslight her way out of the situation. The shapeshifter and the vampire stared at one another in a battle for dominance. Who was going to cave first?

The answer was neither. The next voice came from inside Rowan’s living room. Marilyn knew to stay quiet when people were at the door, but once she heard Larissa there, she knew it was futile to hide any longer. Rowan had been telling Marilyn how stressed Larissa was with Fern’s pregnancy and the pregnancy was all Rowan seemed to talk about these days as well. Marilyn didn’t want to be another burden on the list, “Let’s her in, Ro. There is no point hiding.”

From the point in which Rowan allowed Larissa into the apartment, there was a rollercoaster of emotions on display. Larissa started yelling first, going on and on about the betrayal to not only herself, but to Fern as well. For a short while, Larissa cried while Rowan held her. Rowan was the one who had been there for Larissa when Fern died and now she was finding out that Rowan had been going home to Marilyn in the evenings. All those calls Rowan took in the UK was her talking on the phone with Marilyn. Everything felt so clear now.

There were so many lies making their way to the surface. 

Larissa was wary of Marilyn’s presence, even though she remained seated on the couch with her hands gripping Rowan’s hand. Marilyn remained quiet and didn’t interject herself into the conversation. All of which impressed Larissa to a certain degree, but one positive interaction wasn’t going to make up for the trauma Larissa endured. 

“She will be beside herself, Rowan! She trusted you! We both trusted you!” Larissa had been repeating variations of this statement, over and over again. She paced back and forth before the two vampires, hands gesturing wildly as she did. 

“I’m sorry, Larissa, but I fell in love with her. There was nothing I could do.” Rowan shook her head, shifting closer to Marilyn, almost taking a protective stance. 

“You fell in love with the woman who tried murdering us?”

“I fell in love with her long before she tried killing any of us.” 

Both Larissa and Rowan pause, thinking about the words of the other woman. Larissa straightened her jacket, reminding herself of her position within the school, “Rowan, you have to leave. I’m not firing you, but you can’t live here with her. If the board were to find out... I’m not willing to risk my career for you.”

Rowan took a deep breath. She wanted to be angry, but she knew she was in the wrong, “Okay. I’ll find residency for us elsewhere.”

“And you need to tell Fern. Tell her by Friday or I will tell her myself. I have already lied to her for far too long about this and I won’t jeopardize my future with the woman I love.” Larissa truly didn’t want to tell Fern anything about Rowan’s affair. She didn’t have enough information to field all of the questions Fern would have. Personally, she would rather be the shoulder to cry on. 

“Larissa, that’s only two days. Can’t I-”

“No. Tell her by Friday or when she comes home from work... I’ll tell her myself.” Larissa raised her chin high and turned to leave. She had stayed far too long and she didn’t need Fern noticing her extended absence. 

“Larissa, please. She’ll never speak to me again. You have to-” Rowan’s words fell on deaf ears as Larissa pulled open the front door and slammed it behind herself, cutting off the rest of Rowan’s plea. 

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Larissa spent the walk back to your quarters steadying herself. She didn’t need you to know how shaken she was by confronting Rowan and coming face to face with your attempted murderer. Rather than thinking about the secrets she was keeping from you, Larissa chose to redirect her thoughts to the idea of house hunting and preparing for the babies. 

When she pushed open the front door, you were sitting in the living room with a pillow in your lap that propped up your laptop. You were busy looking through the rough drafts of project proposals from your advanced botany students. When the front door opened, you leaned your head back against the back of the couch to look at Larissa. She looked preoccupied and tired, work must have been exhausting for her today. As she always did if you were sitting on the couch when she arrived home, she approached the back of the couch, placed a hand under your chin to hold you in place, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, nose, then lips. 

“Hi, baby.” Larissa pulled away with a soft sigh, her hands remaining on your cheek, “How was your day?”

“Better now that you’re here.” These were the same words and interactions you had each day she came home from work. She would greet you, ask you how your day was, and you would always tell her it was better because of her presence, “Sit with me?” 

“Let me change and then I would love to sit with you.” Her hand left your face, making you pout. You hoped she wouldn’t take long as you wanted her snuggled into your side for an evening of sleepy tv watching. She made her way back to the kitchen, “Fern!”

“Dinner is keeping warm in the oven!” You yell back, knowing exactly what she was enquiring about. You decide to finish through the last of the rough drafts on your computer. There were only Enid and Wednesday’s left to look over and having it done for tomorrow would be a godsend for tomorrow’s class. 

Larissa returned to the living room wearing joggers and a t-shirt with dinner in hand, her hair flowing over her shoulders. You worked and she ate in silence, both of you finishing your tasks around the same time. From the moment you set your laptop down and Larissa deposited her bowl on the nearby table, Larissa moved to lay across the couch, her head resting on your empty pillow. 

“Tell me about your day.” You look down into her face, admiring the beautiful features looking back up at you. 

“Well there was a budget meeting this morning, I had teacher evaluations of the math department throughout the late-morning-early-afternoon.” As Larissa spoke, your fingertips danced over forehead, traced the sides of her face, and dipped down her jawline. Even though she spoke about the dullness of meetings, there was a smile gracing her lips as she enjoyed your touch, “Something has to be done about Dr. Ansol’s classroom management... It’s atrocious. During the late afternoon, I answered emails and completed less notable tasks. Nothing interesting I’m afraid.”

“Dr. Ansol has always had a problem with classroom management, but I don’t know how you can maintain interest with classes like calculus. I was never gifted in mathematics like she is.” You give a light shrug, not as worried about her performance as Larissa was. Your fingers tangle and wind into Larissa’s long locks, combing out some of the odd shaped curls that form due to her hairstyle, “Have another math teacher mentor her or something.”

“Fern, she is a fifth year teacher. She shouldn’t need a mentor anymore.” Larissa already has some type of plan in mind for how to deal with Dr. Ansol and her classroom management, but you knew she wasn’t going to tell you. There was only so much she would share with you about your peers in the name of professionalism. 

“You will figure it out. You always do.” You reach a knot in Larissa’s hair, making her wince. You apologize quickly and try to gently work through the tangle, starting with what happened during your day, “Great news, my intro students are absolutely bonkers. This new class of students has so many werewolves and they seem more interested in horseplay than understanding plant anatomy.”

“How were you feeling today?”

You knew she was referring to your progressing pregnancy. The rate in which the twins were growing, the pregnancy was more than noticeable. At 19 weeks, you would have an appointment soon to determine the gender of the babies. You answer with a shrug, “Just a little tired on my feet. There is nothing to worry about.” 

“You would tell me if something was wrong.” Larissa’s gaze met yours, there was no lying to her. 

“Of course... just as you would tell me if something was wrong.” You hadn’t meant anything by your words, but the way Larissa looked away gave away her guilt. When she turned her face away, you addressed her once again, “Larissa...”

“Hmm?” You heard her reply, followed by a sniffle. You bring a hand to her face and guide her to look at you once again, tears now filling her eyes. Concern floods your body and by the look on your face, Larissa knew that she would have to offer you an explanation for her tears, “I’m sorry... I just...”

“Riss..?” 

Larissa looked away from you, searching for her words, and she met your eyes when she finally spoke, “I just... It’s all really stressful right now. With trying to find a new house, planning for the baby, work and... I know I shouldn’t complain-”

“Complain all you want. That’s what I’m here for. Perhaps you should let me take over house hunting?” You were fairly certain that this wouldn’t be an option as Larissa had her own list of requirements for the home you would inhabit together. Your only request for her was the presence of plenty of space for a garden. 

“And let you do it all by yourself? Fern, you are doing more than enough-” Larissa was trying to stave off any additional tears, but as she thought about the partial truth she was telling you, it was hard to stop more from coming. 

“Larissa, just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t do anything.” Your tone was more teasing than angry. You brought a hand to her cheek wiping away her tears with your fingertips, “At least let us do it together. You put far too much pressure on yourself.” 

“Fern-” 

“No. After everything that happened in England...” You pause to find the right words, your hand moving to grasp her face, lightly squeezing her face, “You and I are a team. No secrets. No going it alone. You and I are stuck together until our very last breath. Understand?”

Larissa nodded, a half-smile appearing on her lips. You speak again before she can offer any excuses, “Now give me a kiss and help me pick out a movie that we won’t watch.”

Larissa smirked knowing exactly what you were offering her. She pressed a chaste yet meaningful kiss to your lips, a hum percolating in the back of her throat. 

A half hour later you were asleep with your head on Larissa’s lap. You assumed she had dozed off as well, but guilt that consumed Larissa kept her awake formulating plans for when you found out about her betrayal. Perhaps she would just beg for forgiveness. She could relay hundreds of excuses. Perhaps she could just cry and hope you felt sorry enough for her. 

Larissa felt strongly that Rowan should be the one to deliver the news. It was the both between Rowan and you that was at stake and Larissa didn’t want to be at the center of it. For now she would have to put her faith in Rowan to be honest with you so as to not jeopardize the future she held so dear. 

[daydream-cement]

My brain said I had to draw smol Larissa so here's a sketch because I couldn't not share it

OMG HOW CUTE IS THIS????

[eattherichplease]

[Wednesday Spoilers] or whatever but I refuse to believe Larissa Weems is not coming back for season 2.

What, they create the coolest character ever and then they kill her? She's a shapeshifter, she genderbends, she's a badass, she cares for Nevermore, she was in an -still not completely explained- love triangle situation with Morticia and Gomez back in the day.

Makes no sense to kill her. She needs to come back.

[pinksource]

P!NK - TRUSTFALL (Official Video)

[pure-chaoz]

😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥

[daydream-cement]

Violet and Rose Ch. 25 (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: UGh...

You couldn’t help but giggle as Larissa pressed kiss after kiss to your neck. Brushing your hair to the side, you felt her teeth scrape against your skin as she began sucking right where your shoulder met your neck. You would need to adjust your school wardrobe for the week to hide the mark she was about to leave. Larissa had you pushed up against the wall on her balcony, her knee between your legs which you were happily grinding your hips against.

She had you tucked into the corner of her balcony, but you very well could be spotted by a student or faculty member, even in the darkness. If anything, you just had to be quick and quiet. Larissa promised you in your classroom some sex when you both were home, but around 7pm Larissa was still in her office, so you came and found her. After some teasing and flirting, you went out on the balcony, leaving her to think about what she had done by leaving you horny and alone. Now she was doing exactly as you pleased.

“Mother of my children…” Larissa mumbled against your skin, her hands, sliding under your shirt, hands running over your lower stomach around to your sides before shifting down to grab your ass. The aggressiveness which she groped you was an indicator of the rough fucking to come.

“Future children…” You corrected before her teeth nipped and sucked at your pulse point, earning a soft moan from you. You felt her hands shift lower, beginning to gather your longer skirt into fists. You bring your hand to grasp her face, drawing it back up to capture her lips with your own.

“Mhmm… My little slut…” Larissa pulled away from you, taking your hand and guiding it down to have you hold up your skirt for her. Her tone was so gentle and kind. She was giving the physical roughness you hoped for when she grabbed your face, “Open that pretty mouth.”

You do as you are told, opening your mouth as Larissa squeezing your cheeks even harder, making sure closing your mouth would be more challenging. You knew exactly what she was about to do when she sucked in her cheeks and loomed over you, spitting into your mouth.

Larissa had never acted like this before.

Her dominance was absolutely tantalizing.

“Swallow.” The grasp on your face loosened enough for you to close your mouth and swallow her saliva. Larissa’s spare hand had moved between your legs, pulling your underwear to the side. You shifted your feet wider, hoping to give her better access when she chose to touch you. Larissa’s grip on your face tightened again, a silent signal that you should open your mouth once more, “Be a good girl…”

You opened your mouth and she inserted her fingers into your mouth, “Get them nice and wet so I can fuck you.”

Fuck. Sex with Larissa hadn’t been this hot since May when you both discovered the joys of shapeshifting in the bedroom.

You gladly accepted her fingers, sucking on them while making direct eye contact with Larissa. When you felt her draw her fingers away, you pooled your saliva around them, leaving them dripping with your spit, “Oh, good girl…”

Larissa lowered her fingers to your cunt, pushing them into you with a satisfied smile. Her hand released your face, moving lower to grip your neck. You bit your lips, trying not to moan aloud, you wouldn’t want anyone who was out for a late night stroll to hear you. Larissa’s fingers moved deeper and faster, her thumb pressing to your clit. Larissa dipped her face by your ear, “You are so wet for me… I bet you want me to fuck you, hmm?”

You whimper and nodded quickly, hoping this intensity remains throughout the entire sexual experience. Larissa continues fingerfucking you whilst whispering the most degrading things to you, calling you her little slut, a whore, and her little fucktoy. Not often did Larissa take the opportunity to punish and degrade you, making this interaction particularly pleasurable for you. Her fingers always did fill you so nicely, but slowly you become hungry for something more.

“Please Larissa…” You gasped, grasping at the collar of her dress, feeling an orgasm drawing near. Larissa’s face came down to your neck once again, seeking to bruise the base of your neck with her lips and tongue. Her mouth on you drew a breathy moan from your throat. You were hoping to remain quiet, but Larissa was marking it harder and harder.

Knowing exactly what you liked, Larissa pulled her fingers from your core and began circling your clit with enough fervor to send you tumbling over the edge. You buried your face into her shoulder, biting down to silence the scream that erupted through you. When your knees went weak, Larissa pulled the hand from your throat, wrapping an arm around your middle to hold you steady. Larissa pulled her hand from your clit, guided your underwear to cover you once more, and clutched at your fingers to release your skirt to cover yourself once more. Her lips found your temple and she whispered to you, “Was that too much? I- Did I hurt your feelings?”

You shook your head, “No, honey. It was perfect.”

Larissa rose a hand to your face, brushing her fingers over your cheek. Once she felt the coolness from the night air on your cheek, concern filled her face, “Oh, honey. Perhaps we should go inside before we do any more. You are freezing.”

You couldn’t say you had given much concern to the falling temperature, rather you had more pressing matters that were of more concern. Rather than argue with Larissa, you only nod. You grasp at Larissa’s hand, pulling her towards the balcony door. You stood in the doorway staring at Larissa as she gazed out into the courtyard, intently looking at someone or something. She paused, her eyes narrowing in on whatever had caught her attention. You must say that you simply didn’t care what she was looking at, rather you were more concerned with the fun to be had on her desk.

“Rissa…” You tugged at her hand, wishing for her attention back on you. Larissa still wasn’t looking at you, piquing your curiosity, “What are you looking at?”

You took a step back outside, but Larissa turned towards you, blocking your view of the courtyard. Her fingers tilt your chin upwards to look at her, “Come darling. Let us continue.”

Minutes later, Larissa had you stripped of your clothes and left her own dress pooled on the floor near her dress. She seated herself in her desk chair, holding out her hands. You take them and crawl into her lap. How you loved the feeling of her soft hands sliding down your sides to rest on your hips. Larissa’s touch was far more gentle now, her eyes were focused on your body while you remained focused on her face. Her thoughts seem preoccupied. What could be of more interest in this moment?

You raise your hands to her face and push your lips to hers in hopes you can push away whatever is troubling her. Grinding your hips down on hers, you attempt to remind her what you came inside to do. Larissa seems to have returned her focus to you when you felt a hardness pushing between your legs, bringing a smirk to your face. Her kisses were soft and sweet, akin to those nights where you made soft sweet love rather than the filthy sex you felt you were promised outside. You decided to take control of the situation, pushing a hand between your bodies and positioning her at your entrance.

Larissa lets out a long sigh as you sink down onto her. Her hands grip your hips, but not with the ferocity you would have hoped.

She was making love to you.

Slowly you rode up and down on her cock, her lips unrelenting against yours. Larissa kept whispering, ‘I love you’ again and again. The adoration brought a smile to your lips. Larissa shifts her hips, ever so slightly, allowing her to hit just the right place with each trust. You suck in a breath face now pointed towards the ceiling, giving Larissa the opportunity to ravish your breasts that were now perfectly available to you.

You settled into the tender pace. She made you feel so full and cared for.

Her tongue circling your sensitive nipples, teeth delicately biting down. In response, you tightened your walls around her cock causing Larissa to forget your breasts for a moment to rest her head against your sternum. Her moans filled the room, your own whimpers joining in every few thrusts.

You felt yourself nearing another orgasm, but you wanted to stave it off for a while longer in effort to cum with Larissa. Your response was to clench tighter around her. Larissa only grunted, speeding up her pacing. While she wasn’t pounding you like you wanted, this was certainly enough to make holding out on your own orgasm more challenging. Larissa struggled to maintain control, the only words tumbling from her mouth was, “Oh, God… You are so- Ugh… Fuck… So-”

You smirked to yourself, happy she was unable to form sentences because you felt so good.

“Fern.. I-I-I’m… I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me, baby.” You finished her thought for her, knowing what she was about to say. Her thrusts became more erratic. The desperation she had in obtaining an orgasm was becoming clear. Larissa pulled you down on her cock, holding you against her as a strangled moan rose from her throat. Her final moan is what pushed you over the edge and you writhed in pleasure as you felt her cum inside you.

As you come down from your respective orgasms, you softly grind your hips against hers, relishing in the feeling of your bodies joined together. Larissa pulled you into a tight embrace, her hand at the back of your head. While you enjoyed the tenderness of the embrace, it was her words that drew a puzzled look to your face, “I will always be here for you, darling. I love you.”

“I know you will. I-I love you too.” You pull yourself from the hug, leaning back on her thighs to look at her. With your head cocked, you begin prodding for an answer in her change of behavior, “What is this all about? One second you were calling me a slut and spitting in my mouth and now you are getting all sappy on me? Is everything okay?”

Larissa hesitated, but it wasn’t a long enough pause for you to notice the lie slipping from her tongue. Her hand reached up to stroke your cheek, a faint smile appearing on her lips, “Everything is wonderful… I just- I want to make sure you know that you are everything to me…”

“You are everything to me…” You tilt your forehead against hers, wanting her to know you were taking her seriously. Larissa’s eyes became clouded by tears. It melted your heart when she was this full of love for you. You knew if you had anyone in this life, it would always be her.

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Larissa laid awake that night, heart aching. How could she possibly tell you what she had seen on the balcony? Her best friend was kissing the woman who tried murdering you a year ago. There was no denying what she saw. Larissa knew you would be beside yourself from the anger and disappointment.

Tomorrow she would confront Rowan about the betrayal and until she could plot a course of action to protect you from this heartbreak, she would keep this secret from you.

[notinmyvocab]

[gloriousgwendolinechristie]

CHRISTEENE and Gwendoline Christie Want You to Fix Your Dick

“This is a strange conversation we're having because you're kind of talking to both of us.”

Another admirer of both Paul and CHRISTEENE is Gwendoline Christie, the shapeshifting actress who has worked on everything from pop culture juggernauts like Game of Thrones and Tim Burton’s Wednesday to arthouse gems like Flux Gourmet. Before she joins renegade electro-pop solo act Fever Ray on tour, CHRISTEENE sat down with Christie for a deep and dirty conversation on raw self-expression, corrupting high fashion, and conducting the FUKK TRAIN. 

[clairebear1251]

Interesting interview.

[readingtheentrails]

Gwendoline Christie wants us all to have amazing sex - confirmed.

[wednesdayorwhatever]

You know what would have been a great ending to the first season of “Wednesday” for all of us Larissa Weems simps? 

It would go like this: 

After Wednesday reveals Thornhill in front of Weems and Weems transforms back into her usual form, Thornhill doesn’t kill Weems but rather knocks her out like Wednesday and takes both of them hostage. Then Wednesday and Weems both escape because Goody saves Wednesday and then Wednesday frees Weems. Weems is worried about Wednesday and therefore she follows her into the woods.

In the woods, Wednesday and Weems both get attacked by Tyler, but Enid saves them both and knocks Tyler out. But Weems is wounded. That’s why Enid signalizes Wednesday to get back to Nevermore, while Enid and Thing will take care of Weems. (way better than the canon version of Enid pushing Tyler away from Wednesday and Wednesday just running away immediately without making sure that Enid will be safe… this was so ooc for Wednesday because she likes to take matters into her own hands and wouldn’t just leave Enid without doing everything she could to save them both…) Wednesday leaves but then Tyler regains consciousness and attacks Weems again. This is when Sheriff Galpin appears and witnesses everything. Enid pulls Tyler away from Weems and Enid and Tyler fight. Eventually, Enid defeats Tyler.

This would have been a great scene because it would have intensified the whole “outcast vs. normie” message. When talking to Weems, Sheriff Galpin always suggested that someone from Nevermore was the monster. He had prejudices against all outcasts and clashed with Weems because of that. He was so sure that one of the outcasts was the monster that he ignored all of his son’s issues and didn’t even consider the possibility that the monster might just be one of the normies in Jericho and not a Nevermore student. Weems made it very clear to him that she does not tolerate him accusing Nevermore students without any evidence. So here we have this guy always accusing Weems of protecting the monster by protecting all of her students and now he realizes it is his own son who is the monster and who attacks Weems as the representative of Nevermore and therefore the representative of the outcasts. He thought someone from Nevermore must be the monster, but instead he witnesses his normie son attacking Weems as the representative of Nevermore and, one could say, therefore attacking Nevermore itself. 

If the scene were like that, it would make this typical Tim-Burton-message “Outcasts are not per se bad people. Instead, the evil ones are the normal people who exclude outcasts and treat them poorly just because they’re different.” even stronger.

After defeating Tyler, Enid transforms back into her human form and because Enid is naked, Weems immediately takes off this long grey coat of hers and gives it to Enid for her to put on. Because Enid is so small and Weems is so tall, the coat covers Enid up completely and she is protected (just imagine the wholesomeness).

This would have been such a great scene: Enid saving both Wednesday and Weems and then Weems giving her the coat in return as a way to say ‘thank you’, but also as a sign of Enid having these two sides to her: on the one hand, after wolving out, she is this giant and strong werewolf that defeats monsters and saves her friends, but on the other hand, she’s still a cinnamon role that needs to be protected at all costs and Weems protects all of her students as much as she can. 

Then we have Wednesday, Bianca, Xavier and Eugene defeating Crackstone and Thornhill and then Weems and Enid come back to Nevermore, Enid still wrapped in Weems’s coat like a burrito, and then we have the well-known hug scene between Wednesday and Enid… 

This would have been a better ending to the season with even stronger messages and symbolism…

Instead, Weems dies an unnecessary death and I’m supposed to just get over it…

[na-shoba]

yes, i've used one caption twice, fight me.

[wednesdayorwhatever]

Enid: The moon looks so pretty tonight…

Wednesday: Just like you.

Enid: *blushes*

[outside]

Yoko: Should we tell them that’s a tortilla you threw at the window?

Ajax: Nah.

[sapphicsbeloved]

not her getting out of a car being attractive-

[stanchett]

she’s thriving, I love that for her

[sapphicsbeloved]

GOOD MORNING TO ME

[pure-chaoz]

I mean I will always have a thing for women in suits but this is just next level 🔥🔥🔥

[stanchett]

Gwendoline Christie for Dior

[pure-chaoz]

Am I dead? Is this heaven? What just happened? My brain cannot comprehend this 😍🫠