#doomstarrequiem

Kloktober day 5- Nightmare/Fantasy

i would pay an ugly amount of money to see david lynch being interviewed by them

Its a wig from Arda, called ‘Westley’, in the colour dark ash blonde. I wouldnt exactly recommend it for Mercy tbh. Its not a wig meant for ponytails since there isnt enough hair, but the hair line is nice cuz you can make the appropriate bangs w/ a nice side part! Their ‘Buttercup’ style has a similar hair line but more hair so you can style it better w/o showing gaps in the wefts as much... If you’re keen on the Westley, I’d recommend buying more wefts to sew into the sides of the wig to fill it in and give the ponytail the volume it needs to look like Mercy’s hair.

Saturday, August 19th:

(primetime special): Stand Up to Cancer (telethon fundraiser, 60mins) [ABC, CBS, FOX, NBC, HBO, SHO, Starz, IFC, UPtv, AHC, MGM+, AMC+, TUBI, …]

(exclusive & streaming): Behind Your Touch (netflix), The Uncanny Counter (netflix), Bleach: "Thousand-Year Blood War" (hulu, anime dubbed, ep#16), Bleach: "Thousand-Year Blood War" (hulu, w/ subtitles, ep#20 of 26)

(original made-for-TV movies): "Stepping Into Love" (GAFam, 2hrs), "Never Too Late to Celebrate" (HALL, 2hrs), "Her Deadly Night in Paris" (LIFE, 2hrs+)

(other highlights): Shakespeare & Hathaway (OVAtion, 2hrs), The Great Chocolate Showdown (theCW), Johnson (BounceTV), "The Wild Sides" (BBCAm, 75mins, mini-series finale), Recipe for Disaster (theCW, 60mins), Austin City Limits (PBS, "Maren Morris")

There’s a slight twist to the cherry on her tongue. Chlorhexidine, maybe. Iodine based. It’s not a great addition. 

“Why the cherry?” She asks. She had to shout it, over the surround sound blaring the poppy 1980′s music, the singer’s need to declare a girl’s desire to ‘just have fun’ making it hard to communicate. 

Not that that’s what they were doing. “What?” Moira yells back, leaning backward but keeping her hands on Angela’s hips. A nail slides past her waistband to press into the hem of her underwear. 

“The cherry!” She asks again, hand raising to her lips to indicate the question. They’re swollen. Wet. A matching pair to Moira’s own. The lipstick stains she’s left on her colleague color coordinate with that bright russet orange hair, mussed and framing her eyes. Rumpled in a way Angela’s not seen before. “Of course.” Moira answers, lids lowering as she leans back in to kiss her once more. Angela rolls her eyes as she meets her, clearly having been misunderstood. 

The cherry comes back and the iodine too. They trail down her skin, escorting a hot tongue down her neck and Angela has to lean further backward on the operating table to allow the sheer length of O’Deorain to encompass her. Her elbows bump into a thick vinyl cover and a heavy silhouette. She blinks back the tingling sensations spreading into her the curve of her pelvis into her cunt (Moira’s fingernails.) She gasps, distracted, but blinks. Angela eyes the body on the table beside her. “You should finish the autopsy.” “What?” Moira asks again, a knee rising up to the metal edge to raise her above Angela as she practically climbs the table herself. Angela’s hands hook around the black sleeves of the woman’s long arms, looking up at a drugged-like lazy faced Moira and says again. “You should finish your work.” Moira seems to grin in time with the slide of notes on the piano from the music around them. 

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