Very Much Anticipating Her Upcoming Film, Killers Of The Flower Moon. If You Haven't Read The Book By

Very much anticipating her upcoming film, Killers of the Flower Moon. If you haven't read the book by the same title or know the history of the Osage Nation and their stories past and present, take the time to read about them!

Lily Gladstone - Vogue [United Kingdom] (October 2023)

Someone point me to the section with Andrew adjacent clothes cause I think that’s the style I would like to wear…..

(Person with clipboard followed by muscled security guard): “Excuse me! Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?”

(Tarzinnia with innocent expression while draped across Mr. Garfield's shoulders) “Me? Oh, I’m like a part of Mr Garfield’s wardrobe. It's called Valentino Velcro…”

ANDREW GARFIELD

at the Valentino Womenswear Spring/Summer 2024 after party as part of Paris Fashion Week 2023, in Paris, France.

The way Andrew is standing in that tik tok video with Penn! STRAIGHT BACK! His posture//

Don’t be stingy with deets, sis! What is the video under on TikTok?

It's not long but! He's looks like he's really concentrating 😇

I'm a little late commenting on this; had stashed it in my drafts until I could give it the reading time it deserved. Well done on this piece. The bit that echoed in my brain was:

“Did you love me? Or even like me?”

There it was.

Oh. That just hit.

Also, when he asks Frankie is she is like his sponsor or something. That bond that they shared, even if it was short-lived (although not that short-lived since he was in the facility for quite a while), but short-lived in its own way; it was tenuous and yet it wasn't. Kind of like the bond between Link and Alex--the same person but different. I like the way you explore his mental state. Not an easy bit to write.

Good job on tackling a difficult character in a difficult movie.

How to Disappear: Life Unknown.

A/N: If you are reading this I finally decided to let this fic see the light of day. I wasn’t sure if this is something I wanted to post or not, seeing as Link is a very complex character. By that I mean he’s literally a walking piece of shit. But at the same time I’m constantly telling myself that it is normal to write fix it fics for awful characters, but like the whole Isabelle situation is very hard to write about. I wanted to see an ending for Link/Alex where he gets the help he deserves. He is severely mentally ill. But I also wanted to touch on Link’s past, and how this went on for as long as it did.I also selfishly wanted to see him have a love story and have human emotions sooo..

Please reblog and comment, pretty please.

Genre: Fix it Fic 

Pairing: Link/Alex Goodrich x Fem! Reader/OC-ish

Content Warnings: Mentions of suicide, person talking about struggles of being on the ASPD spectrum, talks of psychiatric hospital stays, bodily harm, neglect of child’s mental health.

Alexander Goodrich

It glared back at him in dull blue ink.

It was an unfamiliar moniker scrawled at the top of the sign out sheet. The longer he stared the more alien it felt to him. Alex was a kid who burnt down a school, Alexander was the beloved son to a local politician who had to put on a good face for mommy and daddy.

Parents who deny their kid mental health assistance, create monsters. The Goodrich’s today would deny that the hot mess YouTuber, donning the name ‘No One Special’ or more simply Link, was not their estranged son. That their dear son, Alex, had run off two months into a psychiatric stay that never happened; never to be seen again. When in all reality he was shipped off to a boarding school he had run away from only days later. Since that day he was constantly ghosting about, avoiding the issues he had caused by running away. No amount of running could stop the issues he had for so long. He was not- is not a good person. But before facing that knowledge he knew he could always run away, try again- and if that didn’t work; he’d run away again.

Till he couldn’t run anymore.

Everywhere he ran cameras, girls, articles talking about no one special followed him. He had fucked up, worse than he had in a long time. A girl died because of him, because he let power get to his head. Not because of Frankie, Jake, or the internet.

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Josh is fortunate that the game was rigged in Peter's behalf (course OC and Peter aren't complaining), because with a party almost every Friday from October until May that's around 32 litres of vodka....(hmmmm, wonder what kind of cocktails they like...Bloody Mary? Plain tonic? Italian Greyhound? Martini? White Russian? Moscow Mule? Screwdriver? So many to choose....

Cute concept for the story!

Kinktober '23 | DAY 2: The Bet and the Costume Contest

Prompt: RolePlay

Summary: You enter into a bet with your couples costume contest partner.

Warnings: SMUT!! Roleplay, costumes, PinV, upskirt, frat!Peter

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Day 2, here we go!!! I did watch Buffy as a kid but have yet to watch properly as an adult despite it being on my list of things to do but hopefully still reads okay. Also I just rushed the second half of this so apologies if the tense is messed up.

It was just your luck. Of course you would have been paired with him. It was Brianna’s fault really. She was the one who had come up with this whole idea of partnering with your Theta Beta Pi brothers to do a couples costume contest as part of this year's Halloween Bash. All the girls had put their names into a hat and each of the boys took turns picking a name out and of course you had been picked by Peter Parker. You had decided to go as Buffy and Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or at least you thought you had until you turned up at the house in a mini skirt, wooden stake in hand and a bleached blonde, leather clad Parker, ran down the stairs and straight into you.

“THERE’S MY BUFFY!” he beamed.

“What did you do to your hair?!”

“I’m Spike. I thought it would be more fun. Plus I figured we’d be a shoe in to win due to my dedication alone.” He said pointing to his head.

“Oh my god!” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

As the night went on you had to admit, the blonde, although it did make him look quite sleazy, was actually quite hot. You also had to commend his dedication to the character and the bit as he kept shouting out Spike quotes the whole night. “AND YOU’RE WHAT? SHOCKED AND DISAPPOINTED? I’M EVIL!” He shouted when the two of you won at beer pong against a pair dressed as Mario and Princess Peach.

“Cup of tea, cup of tea, almost got shagged, cup of tea.” he said as he handed out drinks to your small congregated group as you sat sharing a joint in the garden.

“First I’ll kill her, then I’ll save her.” he said, wrapping an arm around you and dipping you over it as he showed off in front of his fraternity brothers.

“PETER!” You squealed.

“Peter? Who is this Peter? There’s no Peter here, my name is Spike.”

He had called you Buffy for the whole night too. “Where has my Buffy gone?” he would cry as he moved through rooms in the house looking for you. “BUFFY? Excuse me, have you seen the chosen one?” he asked one girl.

“What Harry Potter?” she responded. He just bared his fake fangs and hissed at her.

“Yo Parker!” One of his frat brothers, Josh, called to him across the room, directing him back to the group of you sat around the coffee table in the living room.

You budged up a little on the seat, giving him room to squeeze in beside you (he won’t sit anywhere else).

“So Parker, you’re pretty confident about winning this costume contest.” Josh said. He’s dressed up as Sonny, Alannah is somewhere else in the house dressed as Cher.

“I mean, yeah. Look at us man.” Peter shot back confidently.

“You willing to put a bet on it?” Josh taunted.

“Oh we are not winning.” You mumbled from your seat beside Peter. The only thing he’s got going for him is the hair, apart from that the two of you look basic compared to other costumes, there’s a really good Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein hanging around somewhere.

“Then you shouldn’t have any trouble with placing a bet then.” Josh drunkenly goaded.

“What and you think you’re gonna win?” You said back.

“Oh no, I know we aren’t going to win. I’m talking about you two. You know Parker’s always had a crush on Buffy.” 

At Josh’s words Peter squirmed a little beside you but tried his best to hide it, eager to see how you’d react.

“Is that so?” You questioned.

“Yup!” Josh said confidently. “If you guys win, Parker gets his dream come true and gets to fuck Buffy.” He throws out.

“Fine. Deal.” Your drunken brain responded hastily. There’s no way you guys are winning. “Okay and what if we lose?”

“Okay, what do you want?” Josh asked on Peter’s behalf. He’s being uncharacteristically quiet for this whole exchange.

“If we lose the contest, which we will,” you reassure, “you guys have to bring a litre bottle of vodka to every party just for me, until the end of the year.”

“Deal.” 

“And by end of the year I mean school year, not just Christmas break.”

Peter and Josh hesitate a sec but Josh is quick to solidify the deal, holding his hand out for you to shake. And that was how you ended up with Peter Parker tied to your bedframe with the tie from your bathrobe. You were sure it had to have been rigged, there really was no way you should have won.

“Peter, I feel silly.” 

“Just go with it, I promise it’s all good.”

“Pete, I haven’t even seen that much of the show.”

“It’s vampires and magic and supernatural stuff, it’s all cool just, make it up.”

‘Fine’ you thought as you rolled your eyes.

“I’ve been checking Giles’s books and there's only one way to cure this type of evil.” you said as you began to slowly walk across the room to him. He gives you a devilish look and you have to admit, paired with the blonde hair it does make you weak in the knees. 

He watches you closely as you come to a stop beside the bed. His eyes follow your fingers as you slide them up your legs and underneath your skirt, hooking your thumbs into your underwear and pulling them down your legs. He goes to frustratedly moan as you tease him but the moment his mouth is wide enough, you shove your panties into his mouth.

“UUUhhh FuuCK!” his voice mumbles into the fabric as his head lulls back.

You climb up onto the bed, hooking your leg over his hips to straddle him. You reach behind you for the stake, sitting at the end of his bed, running it down his chest. “You need to hold still okay. Do you trust me?” you asked him in character. He nodded.

When your hand trails down to undo his trousers he is hard and he whispers slightly as his sensitive tip brushes past the fabric of his boxers as you pull them down far enough to release him. You reach for a condom, rolling it down onto his length before you lift yourself to hover over him and slowly lower yourself onto his cock.

His eyes watch intensely as his length slips out of view underneath your skirt. With the way he’s looking at you, you have to admit, maybe you were getting more into this than you first thought you would. He moans as you ride his cock, grinding your hips down into his pelvic bone before lifting back off again, his skin dragging across your slit and it feels so good. His cock feels so good as he fills you out. 

You know you told him to stay still but you don’t have it in you to punish him when he starts rolling his hips and thrusting up into you. You quickly realise though he’s close, his thrusts getting quicker as he chases his high. He mumbles words around your panties. You are reluctant to do it but you remove them from his mouth to hear what he has to say. 

“Thank you.” he sighs first and just pants for a little bit between grunts as you continue to ride his dick, your walls tightening with every up lift before you slam your hips back down again. 

“Fuck, fuck, yes Buffy. Fuck that evil out of me.” he says and if it wasn’t for the fact you were actually so close you would have just got off and left him hanging but you are so close now you want your own finish. “Lift your skirt, let me see.” he asks. You raise your eyebrows at him. “Please.” he quickly adds and you oblige lifting up the sides of your skirt so it sits above your hips. “Oh yeah.” he moans. “Touch yourself.” he says and you don’t know why but you do as he says, your fingers moving to rub circles over your clit. 

It sends you over the edge and he cries out “OH FUCK!” as your walls clamp down around him. 

You can feel his hips stutter, once, then twice, then he stills as you feel him fill the condom inside you. 

He lets out a long sigh of relief as you begin to ease yourself off him. “What do you say, Parker?”

“Thank you Miss Summers.” You just roll your eyes.

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