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Pic of the Day: @jamesmarstersof looking simultaneously adorable & drop-dead gorgeous (Seriously? How does he do that?!) #JamesMarsters #LikeThatExpressionIsJustSuperAdorbs #ButAlso #Smoulder #GoogleImageSearchSuggestingJustForMeHairColourAGAIN #ButBeardDyeGrayReductionThisTime https://www.instagram.com/p/CSGEMdcnkWd/?utm_medium=tumblr
wanted cute pictures of cats and accidentally ended up as one out of the few thousand in dreams private twitter????
"Life is a spring loaded rod and I am a small metal ball being hurtled at bright, gimicky plastic"
Okay so like do you ever see a really good art but of your NOTP? Like, I just saw Rivamika and the style is SO GOOD! I didn't like it though, cause, ya know, I draw a line at incest and/or pedophilia.
Now I'm over here, at 2.35 am, pondering on the morality of shipping. Cause the art really was VERY GOOD! Do my likes support the artist? Do they support the ship? Do they matter? Does anything?
Do they matter, the ethics of our little self-indulgences? It's all fiction, after all. And my own tastes, at times, wonder in some strange corners (caugh, dark content caugh). But then is it different because I am an adult? (Wow damn I'm an adult) Does it matter/help that I realize the toxicity of, I donno, let's say Bakudeku? It does warm my heart at times though, but also makes me go "🤨🤨🤨".
In conclusion, there is none, thank you for coming to my Ted talk. I'll see myself out.
Drabble Race Round 2
Prompt: Cherry Bomb
1
“And scoring on the jam is Ch-ch-ch-cherry Bomb!”
The crowd went wild as Darcy threw her hands us to encourage more applause. This is what she had been missing! Being in the desert with Jane and dealing with aliens in London was an adrenaline rush that she no longer had, but now,with roller derby, she could feel it again. She pressed her hand to her red, red lips and blew a kiss to the crowd. Someone that was clearly Tony Stark trying to pretend he wasn’t Tony Stark caught it and fainted.
Yeah, she could definitely get used to this. Her life was weirdly perfect.
2
Darcy took a moment to carefully lick the summery sweet, realizing moments later what it probably looked like as she tried not to get the sticky liquid all over her hand. She looked back at Fitz and he was very clearly staring. She started to smile. Well. If it wasn't possible to eat it without being suggestive (even if she wasn’t trying) who was she to not keep going. She had been trying to get his attention all summer. Who knew a Cherry Bomb from the roving truck could be such a useful bit of seduction?
3
Darcy carefully traced her lips with her favorite lipstick. Cherry Bomb had been her lucky color for the past five years, and she hoped it would continue to be today. She had a lunch interview, and she really wanted this job. More than that, she deserved it. She was more than qualified, had all the right references, and had practiced her answers for hours. She was ready,but a little lipstick luck couldn't hurt.
She blotted her lips and then made a kissy face in the mirror. This was it. It was time for Darcy Lewis to be someone outside of Jane Foster, and she was ready.
4
She met him at the little ice cream shop around the corner from her office, nervously running her hands down her dress in an effort to make herself look perfect. She had never been more nervous for a casual first date then she was right now.
When Spencer entered, his cardigan still a little rumpled and his tie a bitaskew, she couldn't help but melt a little. There was just something about him.
“Hey Darcy,” he said, his voice soft.
“Hey Spencer,” she agreed. “Want to slit a sundae?”
He smiled. “Sounds good.”
Not a bad start. Not bad at all.
5
“Ugh!” Darcy yelled, walking away from everyone and back into the house.
“What’s wrong?” Clint called as he jogged back up to her.
“I hate fireworks,” she said. “Not,like professional shows, but this amateur hour bullshit in the backyard. Someone is going to hurt themselves or someone else,and I really hate that.”
Clint looked at her for a moment. “Who got hurt?”
Darcy sighed. “My dad. Cherry bomb thrown at him by my brother. He Lost a finger.”
Clint just nodded and looked back at the yard.”I’ll stay in here with you.”
Darcy smiled.
6
“What the actual fuck is a cherry bomb?” Darcy asked Tony.
“Something I invented,” he said with his usual bit of smarm.
“Well no shit, but that doesn’t tell me what it actually is.”
“Watch and learn,” he said instead of giving her an actual answer.
She watched the feed quietly as Pepper walked into the kitchen and saw a box on the counter. She lifted the lid and took a candy out,sliding it into her mouth.
“It's food?”
Tony grinned. “I'm Like Willy Wonka. It’s a chocolate covered cherry with the most intense cherry taste ever. It’s Pepper’s favorite.”
“That’s actually kinda sweet,” Darcy said.
“Don’t tell anyone. I have an image to uphold.”
You're so pretty you can turn straight women into lesbians
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Finally some time to paint a little piece of spring. #art #acrylic #painting #relaxing #paintingforfun #unfortunatetrafficnoise #butalso #birdsong #robin #americanrobin #peace #spring #vgart (at Charlottesville, Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwCmGZGBYz6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1rfl2akf140ye