#helllooooo!

[idknotgonnapost]

iago’s blackberry if u even care

[asktheheirofslytherin]

"Master, I've missed you so.. so much." The witch approaches, with open arms that wrap tightly around him. She plants her cheek against his chest and breathes in his scent, closing her eyes. Relishing his presence, caring not if he's reluctant to this kind of affection displayed among the others in the room. "You couldn't understand how much." She murmers, and shows no sign of letting go.

"Bella," Voldemort said, the softness of his voice catching him by surprise. He should keep her at arms length - it did not matter if the others in the inner circle knew of their closeness, or had even witnessed a slip of affection from him before. An embrace was too much - no, this was not even a mere embrace, she was clinging to him, refusing to ease her grasp on his body.

"Bella," he said again, his voice a bit stronger, a but harsher now. Yet he still made no move to pull her off of him. It had been so long since he had seen her, since he had heard from her - he had been beginning to think, to wonder... but no. She was here now. Alive and well. And being altogether too familiar.

"Bella," he says for a third time, his voice now a warning. He swallowed the urge to thread his fingers through her hair and instead pulls her away, frowning. "Later," he hissed, his whisper barely crossing the inches between them. He reaches out then and runs his thumb across her jaw, his eyes meeting hers for a moment. Perhaps he would cut the meeting short. Not now - but soon. Very soon.

@crucioslut

[blackheartedbrigand]

He didn’t know how long he had been in her hut. Or even how he’d gotten there in the first place.  Those were just a few of the many questions that Barbossa had for her that were yet to be asked. 

Jack the monkey gave a little squeak as he jumped onto the man’s left shoulder and then nearly purred like a cat when his master reached up to stroke his fur.  

Hector considered his words carefully as he studied the contents of a few dusty glass jars on a shelf.  Finally, he turned toward her, eyes narrowed.  “t’wasn’t out o’ the goodness of yer heart. We were ne’er tha’ close.  Not like ye were wit’ him.  So tell me...wha’ do you expect in return?”

[velvetnviolentviolets]

Smash or pass + Will

“You know the answer to this one, Will. Pass.”

@dwindlingambition

[bluetorchsky]

HAIIII HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! ^_^ 🎉🎉🎉

HELLOOOOOO HAAAAIII! THANK YOU SO MUUUUUCH! ❤️

[intohero]

☆     —     @volyya​   ;  "see? i'm not just a pretty face."

it  makes  something  go  funny  in  his  chest,  like  his  heart  tried  to  do  a  cartwheel  and  got  smacked  by  a  brick  halfway  through.  he  remembers  this  side  of  bucky,  effortless  and  so  damn  charming,  decidedly  not  aimed  towards  steve  himself.  it’s  good,  because  for  all  his  growth,  the  many  times  steve’s  lead  a  charge  and  seamlessly  commanded  a  room,  most  days  he  feels  just  as  clumsy  as  he  was  back  then.  the  shield  offers  more  protection  than  what’s  visible,  any  door  closed  to  captain  america  was  a  door  he  was  willing  to  bust  open.  just  steve  is  harder.  he  doesn’t  know  how  to  talk  his  way  through,  not  like  nat,  or  apparently  like  bucky.  

the  interaction  crosses  his  wires,  is  all.  he  has  too  much  time  to  think  about  it  while  they’re  being  led  back  through  identical  hallways,  bucky  and  an  innocent  receptionist  talking  a  little  ahead.  her  ‘let  me  know  if  you  need  anything  else’  at  the  end  is  one  steve  knows  isn’t  for  him,  though  he  offers  a  polite  smile  regardless,  and  then  they’re  alone  again.      

                                 see    ?    i’m  not  just  a  pretty  face.

he  snorts,  gives  bucky’s  cheek  a  gentle  pat  as  he’s  pushing  a  door  open  in  front  of  them.  all  paper,  old  fashioned,  the  way  he’d  like  if  it  wasn’t  more  to  sift  through.  ❛   that  pretty  face  is  exactly  what  got  us  back  here,  pal.   ❜  and  it  makes  sense,  that  it  was  relatively  easy.  he  should  be  surprised  he  hasn’t  seen  anyone  in  this  decade  flirt  with  bucky  before.  he  should  feel  worse  about  not  wanting  to  see  it  again,  but  steve  was  never  going  to  stop  feeling.  it’s  about  biting  his  tongue,  not  voicing  something  that  wouldn’t  be  fair.  he  puts  himself  in  the  shoes  of  a  very  supportive  best  friend  with  no  emotional  bias  instead,  picks  a  random  filing  cabinet  so  he  doesn’t  have  to  keep  looking.  ❛   she  was  nice.  you  could’ve  gotten  her  number.   ❜

[spoonriverrat]

@jennwearsblack You look familiar :)

[camilaxrivas-blog]

“Is that... is that photo really what I think it is? I don’t- I’m not really sure what to say right now, but um... interesting.”