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Charlie is such a great contrast to Benoit Blanc, because while Blanc is all about elaborate whodunnits and smooth talkin Charlie is a feral ex gambler who compulsively shouts bullshit and has no cool whatsoever

I just feel like if I were left waiting outside of the casino I would probably spend my time singing...

those knives sure are out!

Birdie Jay

When a friend was in need of Ransom laughing/eating cookies gifs. She knew she could always come to me..

Got you honey, always. @litladyloveshp

Can you write about ransom being interested of fucking his shy wife, reader's big ass.

Good Bunny

A/N: You said being and not actually doing it so I went off that. Sorry if thats not what you meant at all lol.

Warnings: Mentions of anal, anal sex, rimming - I feel this is obvious. Also first Ransom fic! Yay!

You lay in your silk nightie, face down on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone until you felt the mattress sink and a familiar figure appear next you, rubbing their hand up your calves and towards you partly exposed ass.

“Hey bunny.” Ransom eyes were fixated on your lower back.

“My eyes are up here.” You moved your head to the side, smiling at your handsome husband.

He moved to lie on the bed, hand still lightly moving back and forth into your fleshy backside.

“I had an idea bunny.” He looked you in the eyes now, mischievous written all over his face.

“What is it?”

“You know it’s such a waste, having an ass like that and not using it for good.”

“What you mean? I’m always shaking it.” You wiggled your ass a bit for emphasis. Ransom groaned at the ripple that flew through the flesh, he grabbed it lightly and gave it a soft smack being met with a small yelp from you.

“Not that bunny, it’s just that I’ve been lucky enough to fuck 2/3 of your holes and thought maybe we should go 3 for 3..”

Your eyes widened at the suggestion.

“We don’t have to. I’d go slow and if you hated it we’d stop but I know how you like to try new things and-.”

“Would it hurt?” You looked at him, worry on your face.

“Yeah, but so did your first time and now you love it.”

You bite your lip “That’s true.”

Ransom moved closer to you, lying next you and holding out his arm for you to snuggle closer. His hand running down your back, rubbing your ass softly.

“We can start slow.” He purred, pulling you up by your chin to look at him so he could gauge the emotions of your face.

“How does that work?” You were anxious but curious.

“Well, we’d start with my tongue...” The mention of his tongue made you perk up.

“Like I always do.” He chuckled. “And I’d move it lower, run it around your rim.”

“And then when your you’re in doggy and nicely turned on… I’d get the wet stuff from your pretty little pussy and slip in a single finger.” He held up the number one.

“It wouldn’t hurt, you’d love it… you like feeling full don’t you bunny?” You nodded submissively at your handsome husband.

“And then, when you’re really ready, I’d get you a pretty pink buttplug and while you’re all hot, heavy and distracted, I’d slip it in your ass.” You gasped as Ransom.

“I’d give you a little time to adjust and it would only be a little bigger than my finger.” You nodded agreeably, thoughts of buttplugs danced through your head.

“Would it get stuck?” You asked innocently, Ransom’s head threw back in a chuckle.

“No baby it has a stopper, I wouldn’t let that happen… you know why?”

“Why?” A smile was showing now as you were impressed with your ability to make him laugh.

“Because I’d have control of it, slowly pushing it in and out of you.”

“And then what?” You were curious now, moving onto of Ransom so your hands were on either side of his chest, his hand still firmly on your ass.

“And then when you’re about to cum, I’d pull it out with a pop.” He moved his mouth and mimicked the sound of the word for emphasis. “You’d lose your mind bunny.” You lay your head on his chest, gazing up at him, hanging on his every word.

“And then overtime, the buttplugs would get a little bigger and longer each time I fucked you until I think you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For my cock in your ass.” He said it so casually, the smirk on his face never leaving.

You bite your lip at his salacious comment. Thoughts clouded your head and a wet spot formed in your panties at the thought of Ran filling all your holes.

His digit slowly slides up and down your crack, teasing the hole under the thin strip of fabric.

After that discussion, Ransom’s touches and slaps on your ass became more frequent.

Grabbing a bunch of fat to pull you closer.

Teasing your crack as you were standing and occupied, dragging his finger up and down.

He took you to the sex shop letting you pick out whichever buttplug you wanted, you naturally chose the pink one with a sparkly stopper.

And lube, a whole bottle of anal relaxing lube.

Film suggestions??

hiii! I can't choose so here a bunch of my favorites films!

La la land

musical/romance

Fight Club

thriller/drama

Knives Out

mystery/comedy

Interstellar

sci-fi/adventure

Dune

sci-fi/adventure

Snowpiercer

sci-fi

V for Vendetta

action/thriller

The Green Knight

adventure/drama

The Dark Knigth

action/adventure

Zodiac

mystery

Pride and Prejudice

romance/drama

Tick, tick ...boom

drama/biography

Memento

mystery/thriller

Crisom Peak

horror/fantasy

Shutter Island

thriller/mystery

and so many more but I can't put it all! Hope you like it!

the expectation of heterosexuality in films is so crazy-like watching glass onion and my dad just sighs and says ' god why is it only gay men that have style...' and i legitimately went 'what about Benoit Blanc?' and he looked at me with such concern

Pairing: Ransom × female reader

Character taken from: Knives out

Summary: Ransom is an asshole and you can't be kind to him at all for some reason. You've dealt with arrogant people for a good part of your life. But he just make you loose your cool from your fiery personality- not that there was much to start with. And...you finally find out just what makes him shut up.

Warning: Smut, swearing, a little immoral (but hey, as long as it gets u off), illicit mentions.

Please do not blog or repost. Do NOT copy my work. Please reblog, like and comment as you read.

Ransom has always been an asshole; angry and entitled, so much so that he almost ended up in jail. Technically, he did end up in jail, he just never reached there. Accidental swerving of the federal car and his disappearing right after the crash was all just a lovely coincidence- or so the feds think, maybe they won't use the word lovely though.

Settling in when he had no money or taste for cheap stuff was hell, correction- it's still hell. He'll just have to wait it out, maybe Marta will just die. Infact given his family's behaviour she will die anyway and so would her immediate family- just to make sure, it just won't be accidental. Then he can return for his cut, liquidify his assets, get his Beemer back and come live in Europe the life he likes.

Solid plan. Except he can't help but feel like killing certain someone here too and gods help him, very intimately. His bare hands, if he can use them. The woman across his pathetic apartment- if it can even be called one, is a bloody nightmare. A very fuckable nightmare but hells he can't handle her. A fuckable nightmare that is walking right towards him.

You are irritated beyond limits, this asshole has been living across you for over a month and has done everything in his power to burn and boil your blood whenever possible which for him is apparently 24×7.

"Did you really throw coffee in my mail box, you bloody cunt?"

"Now don't go calling me names, sweetheart. People might start seeing just how much you're into me-"

"You slimy motherfucker. I swear to god, Randall-"

With a frown he corrects you by interrupting and inserting, "Ransom, it's Ransom darling. Not like you don't know it."

"Oh, Go fuck yourself Ronny."

"Woman, really! You pull shit like this and then ask why did I throw coffe in your-"

"What do you mean 'shit like this'- not pronouncing your name right, because I don't fucking know it?! "

"I literally JUST told you!"

"STOP YELLING YOU TWO BLOODY YOUNGLINGS!"

Scared shitless of the new voice reaching your ears you turn towards Ms Robinson standing outside her apartment, holding a fork very tightly.

"Go away, you old hag-"

Your eyes widen as Ransom being Ransom deals with situation in the worst style.

"Now liste' here, you goo' for nothin' douche bag, shut up and fuck off. You ruining my Saturday. I hear yelling again and I'll lighta yo ass and yo' home on fire."

You burst out laughing the moment the hurricane of a woman leaves the hallway. Ransom changes his shock into a scowl as he looks at you.

"Everybody knows not to mess with that woman. Where's have been living? Oh god, that was fucking funny, shit!"

You shriek when Ransom grabs your hair and pulls your back into his chest by your hair.

"I've been living right here, arguing my head off with another woman of somewhat similiar temperament. You wanna laugh some more sweetheart?"

His smug tone fires up your temper and you headbutt him into his shoulder, cursing he leaves your hair giving you the space to turn and slap him, hard.

Silence and tense suffocate you as you prepare mentally for his reaction. This has gone too far anyways. But hells you couldn't have prepared for that.

Ransom pulls you by the hair and kisses you harshly. You can't make sense of anything but the fact that you want to kiss him back just as hard, so you do. You rip his jumper off of his shoulder right there in the hallway and he tears off your sleeves. Pulling his hair, you drag him in more and bite his lip. Ransom moans and grabs your hips tight enough to bruise.

This doesn't feel like sex, it feels like much, much, much more fucking intense. It's consuming you both. Suddenly, a sliver of doubt creeps in from somewhere. This is bloody Ransom. And he hates you like you hate him. Coming to your senses, you try to push Ransom off. It doesn't move him a bit but he stops and steps back. Breathing heavily, both of you panting from sexual tension, minimal control and hormones look at each other.

"Do you want to stop, darling?"

There is that word again. Bloody names, but he calls you all of them just to mock you, right? How is he not thinking anything but about sex right now. Does he even give a fuck who he's sleeping with? Of course, not. He'll fuck you just like he fucks every other girl he brings over. But they don't have to live across him, none of them do. So they'll be fine, you won't though.

Sighing, you hug yourself with your arms and nod.

"Yeah, let's not do something this stupid. It was a mistake.", Just to appear nonchalant you add, " and don't pour fucking coffee in my mail box again for fuck's sake, Ransom."

Trying your best to appear indifferent under his intense and curious gaze you walk back to your apartment calmly and lock the door.

Now you want to fuck him too before you kill him, great! But what's the harm ? You can fuck him, what gives? Not like he will act any different, you can do that too. You both will fight like petty idiots but it'll probably end up in good sex atleast. What's the loss?

You open your door to go knock on his while you still have your courage but his smug smile and broad shoulders flare up your temper and take your breath away at the same time.

"I knew you'd come, darling. You just can't avoid playing with fire, can you? Can't admit that you I affect you at all, except your obvious attraction which you never shy of. Leaving no weakness in the open."

"What? You my social worker now?"

Ransom laughs but looks at you with pure hunger, just like you very much are looking at him.

"No darling, I just wanna fuck you. You?"

"Same, darling. I just wanna fuck you too."

"You! Hells."

Still laughing, he takes lengthy strides and pulls you in by the neck for another bruising kiss. You don't disappoint either and pull his hair just like you did a minute before. Kissing and biting softly you both stumble to your apartment shutting the door after.

Before you can break off to take your top off, he rips it off.

Oh, so this is how we're playing.

Without hesitation, you tear his t-shirt off backed by your aderaline flow. Moaning and kissing, your hands roam over his chest and abs as you push him inside your bedroom.

"Bed, now."

"Ordering me around, sweetheart?"

"You want me to grab a condom or not? Don't be sarcastic cunt everytime you open your mouth."

"Oh, I'm opening this mouth for your sarcastic cunt tonight. And I doubt you have a condom my size."

"Cocky, are we?"

He smirks and says, "Literally. Check my pants if you doubt."

"Lying doesn-, holy sh-" , he is huge in a I'll-fill-you-just-the-right-size.

Breathing a long one, you say, "Okay, I'm clean and on pill. You?"

"Clean. You sure you want me to fuck you bare?"

Calming your jitters, you fire back, "Who says you're the one fucking?"

"Oh darling, there's no doubt."

Before he can move you grab him the hair and kiss him with tongue. Pushing him on the bed, you straddle him and grind down his length slowly. He breathes out harshly, grabbing your hips and flipping you on your back.

Kissing, biting, nipping, he covers your shoulders and chest and then reaches your glistening pussy.

"Your sarcastic pussy ready, darling?"

"If you don't drop your asshole attitude for a minute, I swear I will tie you to the bed and and ride you till I come but leave you unfinis- oh fuc!"

"Ever tire of threatning people, babe?"

"Fuck y- Ahh, oh godddd."

You back arches off the bed as he licks with no reserves. His lengthy and forceful stokes are making your toes curl as you softly curse grabbing his hair. This whole thing is so intense that you can't think beyond this bloody pleasure. And when you feel so close, you can't help but beg.

"Ransom, please. I'm close! Oh god, yes, there!"

Your breathing turns harsh as your toes dig into the matteress and your back arches higher but Ransom holds down your hips by your thighs, intensifying the pleasure and you come so hard that you're trembling with sheer pleasure.

"No more threats, love?"

So out of it all, that you don't even notice the sliver of gentleness in his tone or his words. Opening your eyes you stare at him and you tell him the first thing that pops in your head.

"Fuck you."

He laughs and shakes his head at your choice of curse.

"Ironically, you are."

"I thought you were the one going to fuck."

He raises an eyebrow still laughing, " You never step back from having the last word, do you?"

"And you clearly like to hear yourself talk, now lay down and let me ride you."

"Oh, we still debating tha-"

Without waiting for him to complete, you kick his shin lightly and push his chest hard enough to send him on his back while he's distracting speaking. Straddling him again, you take his cock in your hands and pump him firmly.

"No, no debate. I am riding you, babe."

You both moan as his cock enters your soaked pussy. Bracing your hands on his thighs, you start moving rhythmically. Panting, moaning, cursing you both move against each other, sweat covering your bodies and tension climbing your veins.

He touches your clit, massaging it slowly, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as you ride him faster and harder. As you explode, you grip his neck softly, clenching your walls around his cock as tight as you can as you bend down to bite his earlobe. He growls and flips you over in a second and slams into your pussy hard and rough. You moan out loud as he streches out your orgasm, still shivering, as he pumps into you chasing his release, you bite his shoulder as you feel him pulse. He comes within a second.

You both catch your breath as he kisses your forehead.

Yeah, sex definitely isn't a bad way to end fight.

Glass Onion was great, and I'm happy to see that I wasn't disappointed in a sequel today (2x now puss in boots was based). I really enjoyed the sound track, and Janelle was awesome. Seeing among us was definitely something. Yo-yo Ma awesome. Anyways I would like to see a very similar rich white idiot lose and gay blanc is pretty based.

And the thing with Helen breaking everything starting with a small thing (drinking glass) and eventually ramping up to the mona lisa, following exactly what miles centered his red pulled speech around while he tells her to stop is, again, based. Especially with the other well-off people willing to join in for their fun, only to stop and ALSO tell her to quit it. Parallels to activism? that I don't know how to put into words.

I loved Knives Out, and I also loved the posters.

regular ascot-loving-mystery-solving family

"Could Benoit Blanc have stopped Light Yagami?" - the greatest thread in the history of forums, locked by a moderator after 12,239 pages of heated debate

I hope Rian Johnson knows how much I needed this

rian johnson you've done it again

so i watched glass onion last night and just had to redraw this shot

knives out 1: in a world full of exploitation -- amidst rich assholes who are all playing their own games, in a country that feels entitled to a land they stole -- you have to play your own game, and a strategy of kindheartedness is valuable.

knives out 2: but beating them at their own game is also valuable. burning shit down will be the answer sometimes. and the rich are not immune to destruction, despite all their resources, because their networks are so toxic and codependent. and also they're dumb. they're a very shaky tower of cards.

[Image description Tweet from rapscallison "[Benoit Blanc voice] and nine to the race of men, who above all else desire—what? powah. precisely. but they were all of them deCEIved. for ANOTHAH ring was made" with a bad photoshop by me of Elrond with Benoit Blanc's face sitting down, with a speech bubble above his head connecting to the tweet.]

So I rewatched this film a couple of weeks ago and fell in love with her again. I decided, that as I can knit I would try and make this dress. I got the colour of the yarn completely wrong but we are going with it. I am about half way through now and it looks really cool. I don't know what I'm going to do with it after its finished though.

MADELYN CLINE as WHISKEY in GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY (2022)

Gonna add a list of fandoms I'm currently in (this will change kind of often):

House MD Nowhere Boys Knives Out/Glass Onion Supernatural The Maze Runner Criminal Minds UK Comedy Stranger Things (particularly series three) Six Idiots Death In Paradise Our Flag Means Death 9-1-1

There are more but I think that's enough of a list for now.

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All my different links relating to my business and twitch.

I thought I would finally rep my own brand. I want to start making more fandom orders so if anyone has any nerdy commissions just know I will love making it.

I just need to say that the scene where they play amoung us in glass onion was actually really cool because blanc gets caught and immediately gets ejected and he says that 'so angie caught me and now the games just over' Which sets up for later when he catches Miles but it's not over, everyone knows what he did and there's nothing they can do about it.

I think what I’m enjoying most about Glass Onion discourse is that hugh grant is hugh grant. Like, benoit is played by daniel craig we all acknowledge this but I immensely enjoy that his husband is hugh grant. no fancy detective name, no alias, that’s just hugh grant with a sourdough starter 

🍁🍪 Ransom Drysdale x Reader: Cookies Drabble 🍪🍁

Warnings: cunnilingus, tooth rotting fluff, baking with Ransom, undertones of power imbalance, Ransom is a bit of a douche, innocent!reader, implied smut

Nicknames: Puppy, Pup, dumb (lightheartedly)

A/N: This is kind of a Drabble/continuation of ‘Never stop chasing me’ as it has the exact same dynamic, but you don’t need to read it to understand what’s going on. Can you tell I adore this asshole so much, I just want to squeeze him 🤗 He gives me cuteness aggression Istg.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Everything was ready, you looked down at your list one more time to confirm “Flour, baking soda, canned pumpkin, eggs, sugar, festive cookie cutters… and the rest. It’s all here!” You could hardly contain your excitement as you hopped onto the counter, swinging your legs back and forth, a wide smile spread across your face as you hummed along to the songs of the halloween playlist you’d put on. It was perfect, you just needed one more thing.

From the kitchen you heard the jangle of keys and the front door slamming shut. Bingo! Ransom was home. “Puppy! Where are you?”

“In the kitchen!” You call in a singsong voice, the kicking of your legs growing faster as Ransom approached.

You jumped off the counter bounding towards Ransom, squeezing him tightly in a bear hug. You took a deep breath in allowing his familiar, warm vanilla scent to fill your lungs “What’s all of this?” He questioned in a suspicious tone, raising an eyebrow at the neatly ordered spices and assortment of baking ingredients.

“We’re gonna make halloween biscuits!” You exclaimed, your bare feet pattering on the kitchen tiles below you. As you squeezed him tighter.

“We? Do you mean You’re gonna make them?” He asked dryly.

“No, I mean we’re gonna make them together, Ransom.” Your dug you hands into the thick fabric of his sweater, looking up at him and jutting you lower lip out in a pout and putting on your best pair of puppy eyes “Pleaseeee” You whined, rubbing your face into his chest “For me, Ransom, I wanna make cookies with you.” You could see the conflict waging behind his eyes, Ransom bit down on his lip, closed his eyes and exhaled deeply through his nose.

“Fine. We’ll make cookies together. But you owe me.”

“Owe you what?” You tilted your head to the side curiously, sloping your head upwards to look into his eyes—the white of his sweater made them look almost grey. Ransom's heart squeezed at the innocence in your gaze as you asked him, he adored that about you—the fact that it bordered on naïvety and made you wordlessly follow anything he said like it was gospel.

“I haven’t decided yet,” His gaze travelled down to your bare thighs, he swallowed thickly, he knew you were only wearing panties; it was what you usually did whenever you wore any of Ransoms clothes, because they were so big on you, and it drove him crazy every single time. You always did things unknowingly that made him feral and he had to force himself to keep himself under control “but I have some ideas.” He smirked, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair—giving you two head pats and watching as all your thoughts behind your eyes faded as soon as he touched you. “So…Cookies?” His questioning brought you back to your senses. You released him, turning away from him shyly; embarrassed by the effect his touch had on you. The beast inside of him was aching to be released as he watched you fidget, he had to subtly rearrange himself to prevent you from seeing how hard he was. He walked over to the sink, thoroughly washing his hands.

“I-I have everything set out and measured, all we need to do is put it all together, cut out the cookies, put them on a baking tray and leave them in the oven. I didn’t want you to have to do too much, since I knew you’d be tired.” You wrung your hands together as you explained yourself, busying yourself with fiddling with the strings of your apron.

You could feel Ransom standing behind you before he rested his chin on your head. “How thoughtful of you, Puppy.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head before picking up the mixing bowl “So what’s first?”

“We need to cream the butter and sugar together.” You earned a deep laugh from Ransom “What?”

“Cream.” He repeated, tittering to himself. You gave him a playful slap on his forearm, turning away from him and putting the butter and sugar into the bowl he was holding.

“You’re on whisking duty.” You huffed grabbing the smaller bowl and combining the variety of spices, plain flour and bicarbonate of soda together “You’re gonna be whisking for about 3 minutes, until it’s a nice pale colour” Ransom scooted next to you rolling up his sleeves before he began to whisk vigorously, grunting in the process. You felt your mind wandering as you folded the dry ingredients together, swirling them gently as you let your gaze shift over to Ransom. Biting your lip at the extreme focus he was in whilst whisking.

“That’s looking pretty pale to me. I think I’m done, what do you think?” He questioned, looking down at you. He set down the bowl “Caught you staring.”

“I was looking at the bowl!” You defended, unable to meet his accusing gaze.

“Sure you were. Come on, you're the leader, do we just combine both of these?”

“Yep! You know for someone who’s never cooked or baked you’re pretty good at this!”

“Don’t be cheeky, Puppy. I’ve baked before, just not often. Here gimme that.” He took the small bowl of dry ingredients and dumped it all in the bowl he’d been mixing.

“No! we were meant to fold it in slowly!”

“It’ll be fineeee. We can still fold it and now it’ll be quicker.” He passed the wooden spoon over to you “Your turn, since you’re the expert.” He said in a honeyed tone.

After bumping heads with Ransom a bit more about his odd approach to baking you finally had all the cookies cut out in the shapes of pumpkins and bats and on a baking tray. You slid it into the oven and closed the door, throwing the oven gloves and your apron onto the counter “That took way longer than it was meant to, because someone was eating the raw cookie dough!” You grumbled, washing the sticky residue of the cookie dough of your hands.

Ransom picked you up with ease, locking his lips with yours as he placed you on the counter. As he kissed you he began running his hands all across your body; slipping his hands up his sweater you were wearing to caress your tits, tweaking and twisting the pebbled nipples. He pushed his hardened cock against your dripping cunt as he deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours. Watching as you turned into a whimper mess beneath his attention as he deprived you of oxygen. His kisses becoming more and more ravenous as your face becomes red, Ransom pulls away from allowing you to breathe. You grabbed at Ransom trying to pull him back in for more kisses, your mouth feeling so empty without him. But Ransom eased down on to his knees, tipping his head back as he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter by your calves. “All this baking has made me hungry, Puppy, but I’m sure you can fix that. Can’t you, my precious little Pup?” Heat rises to your cheeks as a throb of heat pulses between your thighs, you squeeze them together trying to subtly gain some friction. He slowly trails his large hands from your calves up to your knees, rubbing circles into them with the pads of his thumbs before he parts your legs. You loved it when ransom manhandled you, the way he took control and dominated you; he made you wet without even touching your pussy.

Ransom massaged the wet spot form on your underwear grinning as he watched you bite back a moan. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them off and tucking them away in the back pocket of his dark blue jeans “You’re dripping for me.” He blew cold air against your clit, as if you were a hot meal he was trying to cool, the action sent a shiver up your spine making Ransom chuckle

“Stop teasing.” You pouted using one of your hands to tousle his hair playfully.

“I’m teasing? I think you’re mistaken, Pup. You’ve been teasing me since the second I walked through the front door. Wearing my sweater, giving me those puppy eyes and expecting me to be able to focus on baking. I wanted to bend you over this counter and fuck your little brains out as soon as I laid eyes on you. This is simply payback.” Placing feather light touches with the tips of his fingers right next to your swollen lips.

You whined pushing your hips into his face “Please.” You begged “need you.”

“Can’t even form a full sentence. I haven’t even touched you yet and you can’t even think coherently. What are we going to do with you, my dumbly little Puppy?” He cooed, taking your sensitive nub into his scorching mouth, sucking on it gently and grazing the hood with his bottom teeth. You threw your head back, narrowly missing the corner of the cabinet. He released your clit, swiping his tongue through your creamy slit; before sucking on each of your puffy lips giving soft nibbles to each, your moans rising in pitch with every soft touch and lick. He slipped two fingers inside you, scissoring them inside you whilst he drew his initials on your clit with his tongue with slow swipes. You could barely focus on anything, as his fingers rubbed against the spongy part inside you that made your moan like a pornstar. Ransom moved from your clit to slurp the slick running out of you “Such a messy Puppy. You’re gonna get the counter all dirty with your sweet nectar.” You couldn’t handle his teasing normally, but especially not while he was devouring you like a starved man. You attempted to pull your hips away as you felt the heat within you growing, but his hold on your thighs stiffened; becoming almost bruising as he lapped and sucked at your quivering hole, slipping his tongue in to accompany his fingers before returning to your throbbing clit. The pace of his tongues flicking quickened, he could tell you were near your end and he was going to do everything in his power to hear you scream for him “Cum. Cum on my face, Puppy. Soak me.” He demanded, suckling your clit as your body spasmed, making your hips rise up off the counter as you came on his fingers. Your sopping pussy constricting around him like a viper as he continued to piston his fingers into you through your orgasm; attacking the sensitive part within you making you scream. You could feel another orgasm approaching as he drew tight circles on your pulsating pearl.

“Ransom! Please stop, it hurts. Feels too good.” You sobbed your thighs, quivering in his powerful grasp. Drool leaking from the corner of your mouth as you let out pathetic overstimulated whines. Another wave of pleasure crashed through your body, making you let out sounds you didn’t think you were capable of. If you knew what was going on you’d be embarrassed, but you were so lost in the pleasure that Ransom’s tongue was giving you that you couldn’t care less if the whole world heard you.

Ransom got to his feet, his eyes raking over you hungrily as he wiped the remainder of your juices that his tongue couldn’t reach with the back of his hand. He wanted to take a picture of you like this, your pretty face all destroyed for him accompanied by the vacant look behind your eyes. Scratch that he wanted to frame it. He cupped your cheek with his hand wiping the tears of ecstasy still staining your cheeks away. He slipped his thumb past your lips, practically growling as you began to suckle on the digit “We’ve still got a few minutes before they’re done baking, so how about we have a bit more fun, Puppy?”

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Happy 50th to my FAVORITE actor, the one and only and iconic Michael Shannon

I’m gonna celebrate with some movie rewatches today :)

Разбор кино. "Достать ножи". Масонские смыслы.

Film analysis. "Knives out". Masonic meaning.

Вчера посмотрела фильм-детектив, с Анной де Армас в главной роли. Фильм понравился. Оставляет приятное послевкусие, как и все современное европейское кино. Обзор для тех кто фильм смотрел. Не то чтобы я с таким взглядом на вещи согласна. Но, так сказать, чуть приоткрою для Вас задумку создателей.

Дабы Вы, все мои несколько человек читателей, к плебсу не относились. Итак. Сюжет - милая Марта девушка-сиделка, после смерти писателя-миллионера Харлана Тромби, получает в наследство все его мильоны, и дом в придачу. А нанятый, неизвестно кем супер-детектив Бенуа Блант, доказывает ее непричастность к его смерти.

ХЭППИ ЭНД!!

Родные ни с чем, но все счастливы.

А теперь собственно к масонским смыслам. Писатель - это дед. В особом понимании этого слова. Человек прошаренный в масонских схемах успешной жизни. И просто - идеал человек, красавчик. Во-первых, сиделка его убила. Хотя формально горло он перерезал себе сам. Сделал он это осознанно, как и отдал ей мильоны, дабы таким способом, оградить ее от своего внука Хью Рэнсона. Которому она, как он сразу увидел, приходилась суженой по судьбе. Таким образом он от нее откупился. И настроил внука против красотки на всю оставшуюся жизнь. Так сказать, оградил. Даже для этого засадив на время в тюрьму.

Зачем откупился? А затем что, человек она нехороший. Убийца, и искательница своей выгоды. Такой спутницы для внучка, мастер Тромби не хотел. И ради того чтобы оградить родственника, даже пожертвовал собой.

Детектив Бенуа Блант, тоже не последний в масонских схемах человек, задумку мастера увидел, и уже после смерти помог воплотить. Кстати, нанял его сам писатель, если кто не понял. Зачем по Вашему он водил ее смотреть видео, дав его удалить? Или привел на место, и дал замести свои следы?

Сиделка Марта подговаривала старика Тромби на протяжении долгого времени снять с довольствия своих близких.

Вот что он говорит ей накануне смерти.

-Я кое-что сделал, перерезал пуповину всем четверым. Как ты мне и советовала. Конечно нужно было толкать Уолта, чтобы он сам писал книги, как ты мне и советовала...Быть отцом для Джонни, как ты тоже мне советовала... Рэнсон, внук, сколько же от меня в этом парне.

-Я смерти не боюсь, (тут он достает нож), но хочется что то исправить перед концом. Играть в жизнь как в игру, без последствий. Закрыть книгу с хлопком. Тут он втыкает нож в стол. И это еще до того как она вколола ему инъекцию. Он уже все рассчитал. И даже гонорар уже отправил детективу.

Так же Марта, не могла не знать, что он переписал завещание на ее имя.

Она берет 2 пузырька с лекарствами. И так как они выглядят совершенно одинаково, естественно должна прочитать надписи, прежде чем делать укол. Но Марта же почему-то их не читает. И по ее словам путает дозировки... Как мило. И путает смертельно, о чем сразу же сообщает старичку. Детектив потом скажет что она отличала их по оттенку. Но это бред. Они одинаковы, и она должна была их прочитать. А раз прочитала, ее фраза что мол перепутала выглядит полным бредом! Она осознанно шла на убийство!

Долгое время обрабатывая старика на тему своей несчастной судьбы она рассчитывала примерно на такой исход ситуации. Что он будучи "дедом" видел изначально.

Ну а дальше все понятно. Из тюрьмы Рэнсон вскоре выйдет, да и средства свои семья со временем восстановит. Но важный опыт взаимодействия с женщинами, и то как это бывает опасно Рэнсон получит.

Yesterday I watched a detective film starring Ana de Armas. I liked the film. It leaves a pleasant aftertaste, like all modern European cinema. A review for those who have seen the film. Not that I agree with this view of things. But, so to speak, I will slightly open up the creators' idea for you. So that you, all my few readers, do not belong to the plebs. So.

The plot is - sweet Martha, a nurse, after the death of the millionaire writer Harlan Thrombey, inherits all his millions, and a house to boot. And super-detective Benoit Blunt, hired by no one knows who, proves her innocence in his death.

HAPPY END!! Relatives with nothing, but everyone is happy.

And now to the Masonic meanings.

The writer is a grandfather. In a special sense of the word. A man well versed in Masonic schemes for a successful life. And simply an ideal man, a handsome man. The nurse killed him. Although formally he cut his own throat. He did it consciously. To protect his grandson, Hugh Ransom, from her. To whom she was destined by fate as a companion, which he immediately saw. Thus, he sacredly bought himself off from her. And set his grandson against the beauty for the rest of his life. Saved it. And opened his eyes to what kind of person she was.

Why did he do it?

Because she is a bad person. A murderer, and a seeker of her own gain. Master Thrombey did not want such a companion for his grandson. And to protect his relative, he even sacrificed himself.

Detective Benoit Blunt, also not the last person in Masonic schemes, saw the master's idea, and after his death helped to implement it. By the way, the writer himself hired him, if anyone did not understand. Why do you think he took her to watch the video and let her delete it? Or did he bring her to the place and let her cover up her tracks?

Nurse Martha had been trying to persuade old man Thrombey to stop giving money to his loved ones for a long time. Here's what he tells her before he dies.

-I did something, I cut the umbilical cords of all four of them. Just like you advised me to. Of course, I should have pushed Walt to write his own books, just like you advised me to... To be a father to Johnny, just like you advised me to... Ranson, grandson, how much of me is in this guy. -I'm not afraid of death (here he takes out a knife), but I want to fix something before the end. To play life like a game, without consequences. To close the book with a bang.

Here he sticks the knife into the table.

And this is before she gives him the injection. He's already calculated everything.

And he even sent the fee to the detective. Martha also couldn't help but know that he had rewritten the will in her name.

She takes 2 medicine bottles. And since they look exactly the same, she naturally has to read the labels before giving the injection. But for some reason Martha doesn't read them. And according to her, she mixes up the dosages... How cute. And she mixes them up fatally, which she immediately tells the old man. The detective will then say that she could tell them apart by their shades. But that's nonsense. They are the same, and she had to read them. And since she did, her phrase that she mixed them up looks like complete nonsense! She was deliberately going to commit murder!

For a long time, she was processing the old man about her unhappy fate, counting on approximately this outcome of the situation. What he, being a "grandfather", saw from the start.

Well, then everything is clear. Ranson will soon be released from prison, and the family will eventually restore their funds. But Ranson will get important experience in interacting with women, and how dangerous it can be.