#so is ben

[colorfulsmayles24]

If you haven’t watched the hilarity that is the shadow and bone bloopers yet here are some pictures of Freddy Carter smiling in Kaz Brekker costume:

[tuaasvines]

Klaus: i want to see my little boy

Ben: here he comes

Klaus: i want to see my little boy

[thekylosren]

@ferociity

            The world was on fire.

      There were flames raining down from above & around him a sea of dead red bodies and his would-be master half-slumped off his throne. That should make him feel something, he was sure of it. Something good. Something bad. Anything at all. But instead there was only a knot the size of the UNIVERSE in his stomach and doubt  doubt  doubt in his chest. Ben could feel it thump against his rib cage to the beat of his heart. He was almost choking on the smoke but at least it was air. At least it was air. 

                    ❝ It is time to let old things die. ❞

      He turned. In front of him, a light so brilliant, so dazzling he could hardly believe she was really there. The last time he’d seen Rey – really seen her – she’d had a saber to his throat & a snarl on her lips, ready to slice to him pieces. She’d looked at him and only seen a MONSTER, feral & brutal. But now her features were softer, almost forgiving; the face of an ally, not an enemy.

                    ❝ Snoke. Skywalker. The Sith. The Jedi. The rebels. Let it all die. ❞

      Molars sank into the insides of fleshy cheeks. His feet carried him closer to her, eyes scanning hers for any trace of understanding. ( Or, alternatively, loathing, but that was a notion Ben couldn’t bear to entertain, could hardly stand to think about. ) His mouth was dry, lips having momentarily forgotten the shape of speech before he continued:

                    ❝ Rey. I want you to join me. We can rule together and bring a new order to the galaxy. ❞

      The taste of her name on his tongue sent a ripple of electricity down his backbone. His heart was hammering now, so violently he feared for a moment his ribs might crack under the force. There was a completely new feeling blooming within him, one of a LONGING so strong it almost scared him. Ben could envision it now, almost touch it: a world where there was no HIGHER POWER, no master to treat him like a student or a slave. Only him. And Rey. And an entire galaxy as their playground, void of old powers and institutions that would divide it. No more resistance, no more First Order. No Republic or Empire. Only him & the girl in front of him. If only she said yes.

      Ben extended his hand, hoped she wouldn’t notice the trembling of his fingers.  Then, a word which was barely more than a whisper, with beseech creeping into his voice:

            ❝ Please. ❞ 

[homo-normative]

ben is standing on mizz naomie’s dress but other than that i love crap out of this

i love them in burberry

i love gay elite dressing gay elite

i love naomie having husbands be her escorts. this is straight up 1940s ‘walker’ aesthetic in a modern age

[elementaryhunter-blog]

WATSKY. CONCERT. TONIGHT.