Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
The Secret Garden (1993), dir. Agnieszka Holland
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
The Secret Garden (1993), dir. Agnieszka Holland
emma and dexter + kisses
ONE DAY (2024)
Shōgun (2024) | Chapter 1: Anjin + Aesthetic 1/∞
He’s dead, private.
this reads like two secret girlfriends planning to run away together
(๑✧◡✧๑) endless gifs of CLARY FRAY: 36/?
Isabelle takes Clary out for the weekend. The end up going to a mundane night club in downtown Brooklyn. That night, it was burlesque night, and the women in corsets and feathers were the main attraction. Clary wore a simply flowy black dress that hit right above her knees, a plunging neckline that showed off more of her chest than she wanted. But Isabelle had told her that she looked good and that she wouldn’t dare let Clary wear one of her sweaters.
She felt exposed and awkward, but the beautiful girl next to her did not. Isabelle was wearing a tantalizing red dress that extenuated her curves as if they were molded by Aphrodite herself. Her black hair was slightly curled in loose waves down her back.
She and Clary were sitting down on plush seats, the technicolor lights bouncing off of them like starlight. Isabelle bought them drinks, and Clary gingerly sipped hers as she shyly watched the women on the stage. Several observers shouted and whooped as one of the dancers slid down the pole with trained practice.
She looked at Isabelle in the corner of her eye, who was drinking in the dancers in awe.
“You know…I could totally do that,” Clary muttered, focusing on taking another sip of her drink. She was starting to feel a little buzzed as the drink flowed through her like a warm bath, releasing the tension in her stiff body.
Isabelle turned to her with a raised eyebrow, a sly smile forming on her perfectly painted red lips. “Oh really? Then why don’t you go up there?”
Clary scrunched her nose, as she turned to the stage. The dancers moved with such sensuality and suggestiveness, and Clary was sure that she would fall flat on her ass if she even tried to replicate the moves that effortlessly did.
A laugh erupted from beside her. Isabelle’s head was thrown back. Clary worried at her bottom lip. “You really don’t think I’ll go up there.”
Isabelle’s laughter died down as she looked into bright green eyes, leaning into Clary’s personal space.
“I know you won’t do it, Clary.” Isabelle’s brown eyes bore into hers, daring her, and Clary hated it when people underestimated it.
She stared unblinkingly at Isabelle as she put her drink down on the sleek black table in front of them. Then she got up from the seat and made her way to the stage. Several people around her clapped and whistled, making her cheeks burn.
A dancer caught hold of her outstretched hand and pulled her up onto the stage, where she now stood. Clary took a deep breath, as the other dancers moved away making her the center of attention. The music pulsed through her body in time with her beating heart. She faced her audience.
Clary raised a single arm above her, letting the music take her away. She could feel eyes on her, but the only ones that mattered were Isabelle’s. She let the arm above her lower to her shoulder, where she trailed it down her side and down to mid thigh, where her dressed moved side to side with her movements.
Her hands bunched the fabric, lifting it up slightly to tease. Clary received several whistles at that. She dropped her hand, then turned around, her back facing the audience. She could still feel those brown eyes boring into her…and she relished in it.
What she does next surprises even herself. She finds the zipper on her dress where it hits her mid back.
Clary turned her head around slightly, finding those brown eyes in the crowded room. They held each other’s gaze, and a slow smile began on Isabelle’s lips that spurred something in Clary’s chest.
Her hands began to shake slightly as she tugged the zipper down slowly, her gaze never breaking from Isabelle’s. Seconds later, the black dress falls to the floor, leaving her in a short black lace slip she had been wearing underneath.
Goosebumps appeared on her on her exposed skin, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the club. Isabelle was staring at her like she wanted to devour her, and that alone made Clary’s eyes flutter close.
The beat of the song slowed down in tandem with her heart. Her eyes opened and she let it take her along. She ran a hand through her red curls, bunching them up behind her head, as she moved her body slowly with the music.
By then, Isabelle had made her way to the front of the stage, where she looked up at this different side of Clary Fray. Her eyes roamed down pale skin that somehow seemed to glow under the colored lights on the stage.
She watched as Clary slowly sashayed down to a crouch, the slip bunching dangerously up her thigh, showcasing long legs. Isabelle felt herself gasp as Clary’s hands traveled up the ankle of her black strapped heals, to her thigh, and up to her neck, revealing the newly added rune on the back of her neck.
A black strap fell slowly down Clary’s shoulder, and Isabelle had to force herself not to climb up the stage and lick the exposed skin.
Clary’s chest was heaving slightly, her cheeks displaying a warm blush that made her even more alluring. Isabelle eyes followed as Clary slowly stood up and reached out her arm in front of her.
Isabelle took hold of it and pulled Clary down from the stage. Then they stood in front of each other, Clary’s hands on Isabelle’s shoulder, and her hands on Clary’s lower back.
They both were breathing heavily as they began to move with a new song on the club’s playlist. No words were exchanged as their bodies seemed to mold together like they were meant for each other.
“Clary…you were amazing up there,” Isabelle said in awe.
The red head beamed from the words. It had felt amazing. She never thought that being up there would feel so freeing. Then having Isabelle look at her like that, helped her even more.
She tilted her head slightly to the side, biting her lip.
“I told you, I would do it.” Clary let her hand slide up to Isabelle neck, where she began to rub gently at the hair there.
Isabelle hummed. “I guess I was wrong,” she admitted with a slow smile, her hand finding itself some place lower than Clary’s back.
That elicited a small moan from Clary, and Isabelle used that opportunity to lean in and kiss those red bitten lips. Their bodies fell into a slow rhythm, letting the kiss drag out longer.
Clary pulled away to look at her, lipstick slightly smeared, and eyes heavy.
“I like it when you’re wrong.”
Katherine McNamara as Clary Fray Shadowhunters - 3x03 “What Lies Beneath”
SHÕGUN Chapter Two: Servants of Two Masters
The Devil is in New Orleans.
percabeth + being entrusted with each other's prized possessions
"Zeus will never let you leave Olympus alive."
"I'm done running from monsters. This is too important. I have to try."
Tag yourself.