WOMEN 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻🏳️‍🌈

It’s a very common name in Sweden.

The First Lady (2022) - 1x06

Eleanor and Hick 🥺❤

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THE X-FILES — [8x21 Existence + Selected MSR Moments S1-7 + Frank Spotnitz Quote]

Gillian Anderson and Lily Rabe as Eleanor Roosevelt and Lorena Hickok in the trailer for The First Lady 

↳ Post-modern prometheus deleted twirl

EVERY MSR KISS → “The X-Files: I Want To Believe” (2008)

i don’t know her → 🐝                                 ♡ for @muldaaah ♡

Requiem (7x22)  |  Empedocles (8x17)

-Hannibal Episode #310 “…and the Woman Clothed in Sun” written by Don Mancini and Bryan Fuller

STARRING AS “MA” BELFAST(2021) DIR. KENNETH BRANAGH

1x08 | 1x09 | 2x10 | 3x06 | 4x06 | 5x06

Happy birthday, Colonel.

{jamie x claire + dirty talk}

Jamie & Claire + being soft with her bump

      “I want ye, Claire,” he said, sounding choked. He paused a moment, as though unsure what to say next. “I want ye so much—I can scarcely breathe. Will—” He swallowed, then cleared his throat. “Will ye have me?”        By now I had found my voice. It squeaked and wobbled, but it worked.        “Yes,” I said. “Yes, I’ll have you.”        “I think…” he began, then stopped. He fumbled loose the buckle of his kilt, but then looked up at me, bunching his hands at his sides. He spoke with difficulty, controlling something so powerful that his hands shook with the effort. “I’ll not…I can’t…Claire, I canna be gentle about it.”        I had time only to nod once, in acknowledgment or permission, before he bore me back before him, his weight pinning me to the bed.        He did not pause to undress further. I could smell the road dust in his shirt, and taste the sun and sweat of travel on his skin. He held me, arms outstretched, wrists pinioned. One hand brushed the wall, and I felt the tiny scrape of one wedding ring chiming against the stone. One ring for each hand, one silver, one gold. And the thin metal suddenly heavy as the bonds of matrimony, as though the rings were tiny shackles, fastening me spread-eagled to the bed, stretched forever between two poles, held in bondage like Prometheus on his lonely rock, divided love the vulture that tore at my heart.