Dark Passage (1947) dir. Delmer Daves
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imuhgen:
imogen !
“ so his tab ? ” she mused ,
a wicked spark in her eyes
as she tilted her head toward
the passed out drunk in the corner .
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laughing to herself as zelda let her eyes wander over .
❛ i can't even imagine how long it could be at this point . . . ❜
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xwulf:
remy !
“ if i’ve learned anything from my long , knowledge-filled life , ” the worker rolled her eyes in amusement , “ it’s that you can sell anything with the right amount of confidence . come on now , show us a fist . ” the young werewolf lifted his own , knuckles turning pink due to the abrupt shift in movement . under normal circumstances , remus would solve his problems with words he was impressively political in that sense but growing up around the marauders allowed him life experience , if anything else . so he knew damn well how to hold a fist . knew how to use one too .
looking at the boy , mary watched his fingers flex into a fist and mary could feel the mortification rising through their body and into her cheeks . it was not that mary could not form a fist but she could never remember if the thumb was supposed to be in or out . . . and if you had to put a wand to her head—- well , mary macdonald had never been in a true fight before . she had barely been in a scuffle during her school yard days . taking a chance , mary rolled their fingers into their palm and tucked her thumb in between her fingers and palm — wrapping it up like a little sausage . ❛ good ? ❜
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hcckum:
daisy !
“ i’ll kill ‘em ! i’ll kill ‘em all ! ” she narrowed her gaze , the slight scrunch of her button nose removing any real threat . she could toss around declarations of war as much as wanted people didn’t really fear daisy hookum . “ … with words . you know what they say , ” she started , pointing a knowing finger at the worker , “ sticks and stones . ”
❛ it is what they deserve dais ! ❜ the young witch said , groaning a little when as she stretched the muscles of her mouth . the redness making her skin itch with heat , placing the cold pack against their top lip once more . ❛ sticks and stone , ❜ mary repeated , taking a sip of water the worker had brought over to them once she had arrived . ❛ daisy , please for me , as a dying wish . . . ❜ mary started , letting the dramatics flair , ❛ place a curse on all elbows . . . ❜ the witch finished with a melodramatic cough and sigh .
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gydeon:
gideon fabian !
“ well look at you , ” gideon teased , an impish grin crossing his features as he mimicked her posture , “ standing all akimbo , checking me out like i’m a book on one of these shelves . ” he was wearing a look that one might find odd , yet fascinating . it was one that he frequently adorned as of late , the wizard adopting a smile that couldn’t seem to pass the precipice . as if he was inherently amused and disappointed at the same time . and unbeknownst to dorcas , he was . he was amused by her . amused and content and anxious and infatuated : a series of emotions that had no business mixing . and the disappointment ? that came from his inability to do anything about it .
rules dictated gideon stopped flirting . they dictated gideon kept his hands to himself . rules dictated honestly fuck the rules . gideon hated them . but unfortunately , he was supposed to be fabian , and that fucker LOVED himself a clusterfuck of rules . so the man paused in uncertainty . “ i didn’t want to be in my apartment . ” he answered after a moment of silence , honestly slipping from his lips . “ it’s a … different kind of quiet . not as inviting as a library . ”
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fire spread through her body when the young witch got called out for her wandering eyes and she was sure that her cheeks betrayed her . keeping her eyes down onto the wrinkles pages of the book , dorcas let her cheeks cool before snapping the book shut and placing it against her chest . ❛ i don't enjoy the quiet of my dorm either . . . , ❜ she started , taking smaller steps towards fabian . in the list of things that would probably come back to bite her in the ass one day , she was positive that whatever she was feeling right now would be one of those things .
❛ well . . . maybe you can help me with something , ❜ dorcas spoke softly , slipping her fingers with fabian's to pull him along to the table that she has created a home at during the late night hours . wand to her head , dorcas would never admit that it felt amazing that to have her hand laced with someone else's and she would savour the feeling for as long as she could . ❛ i've been stuck on something for the last hour and a half and i could really use your help , love , ❜ the young witch smiled up at the man , batting her lashes .
opening the book she had in her hands on the table , she let her fingers drag along the pages once more . ❛ i'm writing an essay and i'm trying to find if there is an uncommon potion ingredient that has similar properties to bezoar . ❜
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The hand placement 😩😍
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humanveil:
CRASH PAD (2017) dir. Kevin Tent.
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ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING (2021- )
1x01 “True Crime”
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charliewatsons:
Samara Weaving for Harper’s Bazaar (2021)
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amandacampana-a:
Belissa Escobedo on Instagram.
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rabastan !
his dark black hair was disheveled and sticking out in weird places . the flask hidden in his jacket pocket was empty and his grunts were anger-induced and guttural . it had been a rough night . whimpers and cries for help plagued his ears as he remembered the psychotic laughter that echoed from his father’s lips . we don’t enjoy torture , rabastan he preached , his voice hoarse from decades of smoking we enjoy retribution .
from his peripherals , he saw someone walk up and sit right beside him despite the large selection of open seats . the fucking audacity . “ unless you’re buying me a drink , i’m not interested . ” he mumbled before finishing off the remains of his glass , the bartender looking both impressed and worried by the display .
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zelda wouldn't call herself a bar crawler normally , she tried to keep an air of elegance to the whole drinking affair by either charming the likes of her class of people in an upscale wine bar or going anonymous in the dingy three broomsticks but , all she needed tonight was the cheapest and strongest drink that she could find — this establishment checked her boxes . pushing the wooden doors , zelda saw the all too familiar head of hair at the bar . humming to herself , the witch sat down at one of the barstools next to her favorite source of free labor — rabastan . however , the lady felt her nose scrunch at the heavy stench of hard liquor radiating from the boy next to her .
one of the many privileges to having a face like hers was no one , not even a rule pushing bartender , would stop her from lighting a cigarette in their bar . ❛ this isn't a great look for you , rabastan , ❜ the woman started , the cigarette punctuating her words as it shook in-between her lips . ❛ i wonder what daddy lestrange would say if he was hear to see this display ? ❜ the witch pushed and prodded .
offering the boy a cigarette , ❛ just a gin & tonic for me and whatever the gentleman wants , ❜ zelda spoke to the bartender , handing him a few galleons to start a tab .
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