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Can you imagine, with Jude Law as Dumbledore, if we actually had had Colin Farrell as Grindelwald though ?! CAN YOU FUCKING IMAGINE ?!
It’s the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight
// Hit me with your best kiss. // Credence’s eyes flutter shut, dark eyelashes fanning across high cheekbones, and he holds his breath. Their lips are so close he can almost taste him, his sweet promises, his strength. The young preacher’s son shivers where he stands, his soul aching for his savior. This dark haired stranger with warm eyes and tender hands, powerful hands. Credence wants to surrender his life to him – to crash and break and fall and die in his arms. All it had taken was a slight tilt of his head, and Credence had changed the comforting embrace of Mr. Graves into something else entirely. If Credence had dared to breathe, they would have shared the same air. His heart skips a beat at that. “Mr. Graves,” he murmurs, and their lips touch when he forms the words. He thinks he might lose his mind in that moment. Perhaps he did. Credence is not himself. He doesn’t allow himself this – never – but oh, he wants. He is sick with desire, and presses forwards, hesitant, uncertain, fearful. Mr. Graves’ lips are soft and warm and Credence doesn’t want to breathe or speak or live any more, he wants to die here. Like this. “Please love me,” he whispers into his mouth, and his cheeks are wet with tears and his hands are trembling against Mr. Graves’ chest. “Please, please.” And Credence can not stop begging. His nose brushes against the other man’s cheek, and his kisses are artless and clumsy, but they are earnest and they are desperate. “Please. You’re all I want.” His knuckles are white with strain, refusing to release the only man who saw his potential, and not his shortcomings. Please stay, Credence’s eyes are squeezed shut, and his eyelashes are wet. Love me. Love me. Love me. “You’re all I want.”
Credence’s eyes flutter shut, dark eyelashes fanning across high cheekbones, and he holds his breath. Their lips are so close he can almost taste him, his sweet promises, his strength. The young preacher’s son shivers where he stands, his soul aching for his savior. This dark haired stranger with warm eyes and tender hands, powerful hands. Credence wants to surrender his life to him – to crash and break and fall and die in his arms. All it had taken was a slight tilt of his head, and Credence had changed the comforting embrace of Mr. Graves into something else entirely. If Credence had dared to breathe, they would have shared the same air. His heart skips a beat at that. “Mr. Graves,” he murmurs, and their lips touch as he forms the words. He thinks he might lose his mind in that moment. Perhaps he did. Credence is not himself. He doesn’t allow himself this – never – but oh, he wants and wants and wants. He is sick with desire, and presses forwards, hesitant, uncertain, fearful. Mr. Graves’ lips are soft and warm and Credence doesn’t want to breathe or speak or live any more, he wants to die here. Like this. “Please love me,” he whispers into his mouth, and his cheeks are wet with tears and his hands are trembling against Mr. Graves’ chest. “Please, please.” And Credence can not stop begging. His nose brushes against the other man’s cheek, and his kisses are artless and clumsy, but they are earnest and they are desperate. “Please. You’re all I want.” His knuckles are white with strain, refusing to release the only man who saw his potential, and not his shortcomings. “You’re all I want.”
Percival is very happy with this and I apologize for taking so long to post it!
This blog really needs a clean up Went through my tags Mostly niffler stuff (not a surprise) Will be re-doing all my icons and dropping the majority of my threads/asks because I lost a lotta muse for them.
Okay jaysus it’s been forever since I logged onto Percival and I apologize to those waiting on replies and shit from me. Got roped back into my Vampire Diaries blogs and my new multi-muse. I’ve given some thought to it and instead of moving Percival to my multi as I did with Remus, I’m gonna keep him on his own blog but replies will be slow! I’m not going on a hiatus because lbr I’d forget about it. I’m going to try get some smol replies done now, but I’ve primarily been over HERE which is where I moved Remus to and will probably add another HP character soon.
Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
ofgrcves:
“We tried talking to them, and it didn’t end well. I don’t believe they’re open to a civil conversation.” Shaking his head, Percival leant back against his desk, arms folded across his chest. “There’s no reasoning with these people.”
“There is always a way to handle things that do not need to resort to violence,” she said calmly, her hands folding in her lap.
“If that’s what you believe, then you try speaking sense with them. Maybe what we need is a woman’s touch on the case.” He replied, resisting the urge to roll his eyes as he spoke.
because no pairing with a large age gap is complete without this, yeah?
It’s the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight
LEGS
@ancientisms WHY???
“Yes, I have legs. Good observation.”
If I don’t reply or I take ages to:
It’s drafted
My mood doesn’t fit
I’m trying to equal your perfection
I’m brain-dead
I lost the reply
I’m easily distracted by something else
All/some of the above
my dumb ass is making another blog / adding new muses
“Well..I can think of a few things that would stop it. Half of which may not be legal..” If he was going to get himself arrested, may as well go down doing something he’s wanted to do since he first met his daughters fiance.
“Which is why you’re not going to do those things.” Alice was 95% sure her father wouldn’t do them anyway, but it never hurt to double-check. And remind him that it would be career ending. And really, was stopping her from marrying Frank worth it?
“Whatever the outcome, it would be worth it.” When it came to career and family, it was difficult. Single parenting wasn’t his strong point, and he knew if it came down to it, he would choose Alice over his job.
OFGRCVES
“You don’t have to leave, but don’t have a reason, Credence. You’re just going to have to trust me.”
TRUST ME. But how? How can he trust anyone when everything everyone has ever done was hurt him? Credence takes a step back. ‘ Why would I trust you? ’
“Because I don’t want to hurt you, Credence. That’s the last thing I would do.” He knew the younger man had trust issues, it was hardly surprising to him. “What could I do to convince you I speak nothing but the truth?”
No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.
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i would like to call out @ofgrcves for torturing me, go to hell
But Ciara We gotta get down on Friday
SWEAR TO FUCK GO TO HELL AND STAY THERE KIRA
Do you think Satan will let me get up at 7AM and get a bowl have some cereal?
I swear i will murder tf you, stab you with percival’s wand
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i would like to call out @ofgrcves for torturing me, go to hell
But Ciara We gotta get down on Friday
SWEAR TO FUCK GO TO HELL AND STAY THERE KIRA
Do you think Satan will let me get up at 7AM and get a bowl have some cereal?