cupcake killer.

MISS NADIA JAMES.twenty-seven, british, ruthless and to die for. AVTORITYET for the VASILES by night, by day an accomplished baker of sweets, most known for her KILLER CUPCAKES at honey's bakery and barnaby's cafe. drop by any time, darling. 💋

[mikewozniak]

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

the pain I don’t say out loud, builds a home inside me.

Life of the Party, ‘No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood (via decreation)

[yennciri]

[adashofnadia]

Villanelle + that deep breath she takes to stop herself from crying

[tvandfilm]

KILLING EVE (2018- ) S02E07, Wide Awake

[avatricist]

[luthienne]

Here is the truth: I keep waiting for my anger to go dormant, but it won’t. I keep waiting for someone to reroute my anger into the ocean, but no one can.

Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House  (via siikens)

[claraoswalds]

[avatricist]

[thebookmarkedone]

[cfmusings-blog]

                    maybe one day, you’ll understand why               everything you touch surely dies. hoping one                  day you’ll make a dream last but dreams                       come  s l o w  and they go so f a s t

[adashofnadia]

laventii​:

When she pulled away, he resisted the temptation to pull her right back. His hands itched with the urge to find her waist and the small curve he could claim as his. Instead, Lavrentii took her small self praise and let it glaze over his features, soften himself with a tease. Nadia always responded better to games, and quite frankly, so did Lav. It was the reason they got along so often. There was something to be said about a thrill.

“I drive, but next time, you get sitter who can be your Uba Javar, too,” Lav said. “You are best killer because you have most targets buried, yes? Is that how you measure your success, Nadia? I do not think that makes you best. That just makes you effective. I always wonder why you do not ask more questions when it comes to kills. You could get more interesting targets if you argued about better man to put in ground, yes? Or woman.”

Oh, the way Nadia James looked at the man in front of her, it would send shivers down anyone’s spine, her little smirk, her deviant dark eyes that she only had for Lavrentii Vasile in some ways. There was an alchemy, a very obvious one, that would set aflame every time they saw each other and even more when they disagreed. During their last fight, things had gotten physical in the best possible way and she adored that about their relationship. It was always so special, and when he looked at her like that, angry, she could only smile right back at him, deviously, as if they knew each other’s game by heart and they did. Nadia certainly knew his and she liked that he knew hers - it made her feel even more special. 

“Why ever would I do that, darling, when I have the most handsome, darling, dashing man to drive me around and be my partner in crime? What else could I possibly ask for?” She pulled him back before they could walk out the door, biting down on his ear. When he began to talk about kills, she arched an eyebrow. “No, I am the best killer, because I know how to kill and make them know their death and worth all in one. You can look them in the face, see it in their eyes, and see who they truly are in their most moments, and what they’re thinking about, if you look very hard. Don’t you see that too, Lav? See all of their regrets flash in their eyes? 

[freshmoviequotes]

[phoebedynevors]

[rpxmusings]

               a WOLF is a WOLF.

                                               even in a CAGE.

                                                                         even dressed in SILK.

[adashofnadia]

xian-lockex​:

Ian smiled big, shaking his head. “Of course I can. There’s only one way to find out, love. The question is… are you up for it?” he smirked, biting his bottom lip slightly, curious if she’d actually go for it. If she didn’t, that was fine. He didn’t mind. He just wanted to see if he even stood a shot.

“So what do you say? Your place or mine, love?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her for effect.

Oh, God. Nadia couldn’t believe the forwardness, the self confidence the man in front of her had, but in a way, she definitely could. Men always did seem to think they could point at the beautiful things in a room and just have them, snatch them up and take what they wanted. It was what they had been told to do, time and time again, but women? When women did so, it was deemed pushy, bitchy. She raised her eyebrows and finished her drink, sighing. “Darling, I want you to hear me as clearly and as loudly as you possibly can: I would much rather set fire to my hair than to go anywhere with you that isn’t this bar right here, where you are buying me drinks. That’s the end of the story. Lovely, right?” She arched an eyebrow. and patted at his shoulder. “Go see a baseball game, darling. The next time one strikes out, you’ll know exactly how they feel.” 

[vangoghs-moved]

[avatricist]