Nicole Kidman “fills her character with so much humanity, it is beyond unnerving. Her emotions. Her fragility. Her ferocity. Her subtlety. Her physicality. Her bravery,” writes Naomi Watts

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Nicole Kidman “fills her character with so much humanity, it is beyond unnerving. Her emotions. Her fragility. Her ferocity. Her subtlety. Her physicality. Her bravery,” writes Naomi Watts
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they’re not gentle people, raven and logan. they are as harsh as the elements, as abrasive and dangerous as the hungry, lone wolf padding through the forest tracking blood. ruthlessness and mercilessness in heaps and bounds – there is no room for gentleness, the vulnerability plucked out like a splinter under the skin.
but, on him, it sinks and disappears, leaving the skin of his back bare of any marks she’s left on him. that’s definitely going to come back and bite her later – involving herself with logan usually does – and probably very literally but for the time being, with her head propped up on an elbow, she can’t bring herself to care.
there’s a slight start that tells her he’s awake, and he blinks his deep eyes at her. his hands curl around the edge of the quilt, pulling it over his shoulder – hiding. she knows the gesture better than anyone. hers sneak underneath and find his skin, curling around his hip and pushing him onto his back so she can straddle his waist, her palms braced on either side of his head.
he’s so warm under her, a pleasurable counterpoint to the cool morning breeze biting at her bared blue skin. it would be easy to kiss him, filthy and deep, and coax him into another round. from the quirk of his brow at her, the curve of his mouth, it’s what he expects. she leans closer. lets her eyes flicker over his face and then –
the kiss is light. soft on his mouth, a peck. affectionate and out of character. “morning, handsome.”
gentle.
they aren’t gentle people. but, maybe, gentleness is a root in the heart that can never really be ripped out; maybe, it grows back a little tougher, a little more insistent with every attempt to eradicate it.
↳ @gutrage / kiss meme. ━ not accepting.
I don’t know if this is a good time to mention this but john fits absolutely perfect in sherlock’s arms like he’s meant to be there
actually fuck tjat old man im dissesping aneyayd
while they were at it cutting out all the raunchy jokes they could have gone ahead and cut the part where rasputin H*MPS CONRADS MOUTH
we are not doing mc.u discourse on here on August 12th, 2018;
no, I don’t like T. Stank
no, I don’t care what u have to say
no, I’m not “trying to get u to hate him”
no, I don’t care if you continue to like him
stop trying to convince me of anything, my mind ain’t changing
just let me watch Th.or: Ragn.arok & Bla.ck Pan.ther while ignoring every other movie in peace, thx