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[michielshuisman]

Armie Hammer Gif Hunt

Ho ho ho, Armie Hammer gif galore. Here’s #125 mostly HQ and medium sized gifs of your new favorite cinnamon roll, Armie Hammer. If you’re okay with using larger gifs as well, check out this older gif hunt I did on him here.

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[talktoten-a-deactivated20240813]

Send "You take such joy in pretending you're okay" to see how my muse reacts.

[red-peril-blog]

creative-acquisitions :: My muse is clutching a severely bleeding bullet wound. What does your muse do?

The first thing that Illya heard was rustling in the far corner of his room. Opening his eyes slowly, he stared up at the ceiling. He heard more rustling and what sounded like a lock opening. Someone was daring themselves to enter his room, his domain?  Since it was a suite, he was grateful that he could get out of bed easily and unnoticed. Grabbing his fireplace poker, he slowly crept to the door which was open to the next room. Adrenaline started to wake his senses and the grip on the iron rod was tightened. Just as he was about to rush into the room, the room flooded with light.  Blinking back the sudden brightness, he noticed that it was Solo. Though he was looking a bit wrong. His eyes wandered towards his hand which was holding his chest. Something was definitely wrong. “What are you doing in my room, Cowboy?”

[complicatedacquisitions-blog]

Wow it hurt to breath. It REALLY hurt to breathe. But, he supposed, that’s what happened when you wound up getting shot. He picked the lock of the first door he came to. He hadn’t realized it was Illya’s, but he was bleeding a lot and couldn’t bring himself to care who’s room he was breaking into.

He stumbled around for a little bit looking for the light, shutting his eyes when the light came on suddenly. He maneuvered himself over to a chair and sat down, his entire body weight crashing into the chair.

He didn’t move the hand that was pressed to the wound when he heard Illya’s voice. Instead, he raised his other hand in greeting, the hand falling limp soon after though. God he was exhausted.

“Y-Yours just h-happened to be the first room I got to, Peril…” His voice was strained, even though he tried to keep it upbeat and casual like he usually did. Sweat beaded on his forehead, finally taking his hand away from the side of his suit jacket to see how much the blood had spread, grimacing when he noted it covered his hand and was already spreading on the jacket.

“D-Damn. C-Couldn’t bother you to fix me up, n-now could I?”

[red-peril-blog]

Illya’s eyes drawn down to the bleeding wound again and a look of worry fell over his features. Sighing, he disappeared to his bathroom coming out a few moments later, with a kit and a glass of what looked like water. Setting the items down beside Solo, he disappeared again back into the bathroom and came back out with towels.  “I would ask what you were doing but it will not surprise me.” Opening his kit, he took out some supplies and sat them in a neat row. “You’re going to have to sit up.” Helping Solo sit up, he removed the man’s ruined jacket. “Shirt off too.”

[angstmemes]

worried starters

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

[red-peril-blog]

(ง •̀_•́)ง

Send me a (ง •̀_•́)ง for my muses reactions to being punched by yours

The punch had come out of nowhere and it sent Illya stumbling against the wardrobe. That triggered something in himself to fight back. So standing straighter, he wiped the blood from his busted lip on the back of his hand. “Wrong move Cowboy.” Growling, he barreled into the man sending them careening into the couch, trying to gain the upper hand. 

[roleplayanons]

reblog if it's okay to jump into your ask box to start a random plot.

[radiantresource]

Send me a (ง •̀_•́)ง for my muses reactions to being punched by yours

[therpmemesthething]

Send ✗ for my muses reaction to being grabbed by the front of their shirt/collar and kissed hard on the mouth

Send ‘oof’ for yours to be grabbed by the collar and kissed instead.

[rpingmemes]

Send "Mmm, What'cha say?~" for my muses reaction to being shot by yours.

[red-peril-blog]

“I’m sure you could. Yet here I am.” Illya said sitting down casually in the armchair of the clothing salon they were in. “I’ve come to make sure that my wife is picking something not atrocious.. Waverly has a new mission.” He interjected before she could blow up in his face.  Crossing his leg over the other, he grabbed a magazine situated on the table beside him. 

[youllseexmeagain-deactivated201]

Gaby blinked a few times processing what he just said “ Wife ? Excuse me? No – no I talked with Waverly this morning, he said I was going to be Solos girlfriend. When did the switch happen? ” she crossed her arms before letting out a small sigh “ I do have a fashion sense I don’t need you here. Also I still have outfits from the previous mission.”

[red-peril-blog]

“Solo asked me to handle his role in the mission. I accepted.” Illya said as he turned the page of his magazine. It seemed weird that Solo would offer him his role. ‘You both have marvelous chemistry, it just wouldn’t work’ he said. “Aren’t you supposed to shop....darling.” He stated sarcastically 

[sppppppppppp-deactivated2015100]

Next To Normal Ask Meme: Send Me One To See How My Muse Will React

[harbingerlydia-archive]

“It’s 4 in the morning, is everything ok?” “Some days I think I’m dying, but I’m really only trying to get through.” “I think the house is spinning.” “So, we’ll try again and eventually we’ll get it right.” “Not a very exact science, is it?” “I’m trying to tell you I love you.” “I can be perfect for you.” “I miss the pain.” “Nothing’s real.” “I didn’t know you had a brother.” “He’s been dead 16 years.” “This is fucked.” “I know you’re hurting. I am, too.” “Can you tell me what it is you’re afraid of?” “Can I touch you?” “Are you wanting all that she can’t give?” “I am the one who won’t walk away.” “I wish I could fly, I’d fly far away from here.” “I love you as much as I can.” “I’m your worst fear, you’ll find it in me.” “I need you to need me.” “It’s not going to get better, is it?” “Are you nervous?” “What’s your story?” “Did you see my parents out there?” “How could she leave me on my own?” “Why didn’t you take me with you?” “You’re kidding, right? That’s bullshit.” “What makes you think I’d lose my mind for you?” “Tell me why I wait through the night.” “I can’t get through this alone.” “Am I feeling what I think I’m feeling?” “I’m good as gone.” “You don’t remember any of this?” “I thought you might call.” “Don’t say that we’re over.” “I couldn’t give a flying fuck what’s normal.” “Your life has kind of sucked, I think.” “Won’t anything be better than before?” “Your son is gone forever though.” “There’s something missing.” “Let me know you again.” “Why do I get denied?” “Where’d you get that?” “How could I ever forget?” Why would you want to remember the things that hurt you?” “Please, tell me his name.” “Why stay?” “Something next to normal would be okay.” “You look like a star.” “Can you leave it behind?” “I might end up crazy.” “So anyway I’m leaving.” “It’s time for me to go.” “I am the one who saved you.” “I know you know who I am.” “We need some light.” “It’s the price we pay to feel.”

[red-peril-blog]

Tilting his head, he looked up at her as his hand came back down to rest on her knee. Fingers slightly playing with the hemline of her skirt. He did come to care for the woman more so than he would of thought. She kept him on his toes, not knowing what the next turn would lead between them.  This should of been the moment where he was a gentleman and asked to kiss her but he lurched forward and captured her mouth with his. It was a brief kiss because he suddenly sat back, as though it shocked him what he had done. It did.

[wanttxwrestle]

Gaby shivered pleasantly at his hand on her knee and fidgeting with her dresses hemline. For someone with the temper that he had, he could be so gentle and tender when he wanted. And she adored him for that. 

Soon, he was moving in on her and kissing her without even asking. She didn’t care though. She kissed him back willingly and eagerly. As if she needed his kiss to survive. And maybe she did and didn’t realize it. 

She arched a brow at him and smiled softly at him. “Alright then…” She murmured back and leaned in to kiss him once more softly. 

[red-peril-blog]

Illya’s eyes traveled down to her lips and back up before she leaned in and kissed. His hand held onto her waist as the other cupped her cheek. The kiss was soft and gentle but he knew she was anything but. So the kiss grew into something more...primal. He didn’t care that she was sitting in another seat. So he yanked her from there and moved her to his lap.  “Can you handle round two?” He murmured, smirking as he remembered their ‘escapade’ in Rome. “Or are you going to fall asleep.”

[youllseexmeagain-deactivated201]

red-peril

  “What the hell are you doing here?

 I think I can shop now without you for once.”

[red-peril-blog]

“I’m sure you could. Yet here I am.” Illya said sitting down casually in the armchair of the clothing salon they were in. “I’ve come to make sure that my wife is picking something not atrocious.. Waverly has a new mission.” He interjected before she could blow up in his face.  Crossing his leg over the other, he grabbed a magazine situated on the table beside him. 

[red-peril-blog]

For a moment, Illya thought they were going to be interrupted again but no one and nothing was coming their way. They were alone and maybe just maybe he could open up to her. It’s just how he was bought up. Always stoic and stiff about his feelings. He just didn’t want to get hurt in the end. “I do enjoy this…game we are playing.” He said closing up the chess set and putting it on the side table. “It’s just do you know what you’re in for if we continue….to play.”  It wasn’t a full blown admission but he was acknowledging this ‘thing’ between them. Leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his hand ghosted her knee. As though he was trying his best not to touch her but oh how he wanted to.  

[wanttxwrestle]

There was a lull in the room. It was still and quiet. But she was used to that with the Russian now. She waited. She was always waiting with him and for him. She was surprised she wasn’t tired of it yet. “I don’t like games.” She responded. “I like answers and….” She sighed and looked over at him as she felt his hand brush her knee. A touch she hadn’t felt from him since Rome.

“I want to know what this is. If you feel for me as I do for you.” She murmured out softly. 

[red-peril-blog]

Tilting his head, he looked up at her as his hand came back down to rest on her knee. Fingers slightly playing with the hemline of her skirt. He did come to care for the woman more so than he would of thought. She kept him on his toes, not knowing what the next turn would lead between them.  This should of been the moment where he was a gentleman and asked to kiss her but he lurched forward and captured her mouth with his. It was a brief kiss because he suddenly sat back, as though it shocked him what he had done. It did.

[red-peril-blog]

creative-acquisitions :: My muse is clutching a severely bleeding bullet wound. What does your muse do?

The first thing that Illya heard was rustling in the far corner of his room. Opening his eyes slowly, he stared up at the ceiling. He heard more rustling and what sounded like a lock opening. Someone was daring themselves to enter his room, his domain?  Since it was a suite, he was grateful that he could get out of bed easily and unnoticed. Grabbing his fireplace poker, he slowly crept to the door which was open to the next room. Adrenaline started to wake his senses and the grip on the iron rod was tightened. Just as he was about to rush into the room, the room flooded with light.  Blinking back the sudden brightness, he noticed that it was Solo. Though he was looking a bit wrong. His eyes wandered towards his hand which was holding his chest. Something was definitely wrong. “What are you doing in my room, Cowboy?”

[red-peril-blog]

His eyes wandered a gaze in her direction before looking away at other people at the soiree. Rubbing mouth and chin with his hand, he sighed and started to get into the persona that he needed to be in. Placing a somewhat forced smile on his face, he grabbed another glass of bubbly.  “I hate you. You know this.” He smiled sardonically. 

[unclesolo]

“The feeling’s mutual,” he managed around his more natural, charming smile.

He smiled, raising his glass as soon as his eyes met the target.

“Try not to get in my way. Remember, you’re to engage the ambassador, not us.” He did not need to tell Kuryakin that, of course. He only said it to annoy him.

Sipping his glass, he started making his way through the crowd toward the couple, expecting his partner to be close at hand. He would have preferred Gaby for this, but she was busy on another errand.

[red-peril-blog]

Of course he knew what to do and the urge to slap that glass out of Solo’s hand rose. Yet there was the mission at hand and he had to do what he must. He followed a few steps behind Solo, weaving his way to the crowd. Topics he had to discuss with the man was utterly boring.  Keeping Solo in his peripherals, he engaged in political talks with the ambassador. A small smile, a nod  but then the ambassador started talking about the Russian military and how inadequate their resources were and the smile on his face started to strain even more.  “I don’t believe that is true...ambassador.” He said slowly as the heat of anger crept up his neck. Of course the man just laughed it off as though he didn’t just insult Illya.  Yet Illya wasn’t laughing. Looking as though he was slapped in the face, he was doing all he could not to strangle the man in front of him. “What of your military?” He interrupted the laughing man. “With the resources you claim to have, surely you could do better no?” Grabbing another glass of champagne, he took another drink.  “H-How dare you sir.” The ambassador announced, clearly not liking Illya’s tone. Yet Illya looked at him with a confused expression. “Was it something I said?” That seemed to anger the ambassador even more, which was causing a slight disturbance to the party.  “If you’d like, we could discuss lighter matters. A bit of fresh air perhaps?” Illya placed a charming smile on his face. “It’d make the guests comfortable.” Placing a visibly twitching hand on the man’s shoulder, he guided him out to the lone veranda. To everyone, it looked like to be a private conversation but Illya couldn’t stand the man.  So during a swell of laughter from drunken party guests, a swift slap to the mans face knocked the ambassador out whilst standing.  Finally some peace. He stood there casually drinking from his glass. It wasn’t in the protocol to do this but it was either this or a full blown argument.