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If you were to star in another Holmes adaptation in the future, would you rather play Sherlock or Mycroft?

 “Oooh! I mean, I have to do a lot of acting for Sherlock like he does the whole… the whole problem-solving is not something that comes naturally to me, by any means. I think I’m more naturally suited to a Mycroft character.”

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SHADOW AND BONE CAST (being cute and chaotic) @ ASOCAS 2023

Thanks to the cast of Shadow and Bone for giving so much energy !!

Oh, I’m fine. I’m completely fine 🙂

S&B cast holding a cartboard cutout of Sebastian Stan at a convention

Honestly? Netflix should pay me for my quality promotion work I do here.

Drew Starkey — Outer Banks Season 3 announcement video

HE WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

@camilleverreault​ created this because I was crying over this gif and we should preach her for that

Promised and Kept - Part 10 - Tom Riddle x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Masterpost | Masterlist

Please note: This story is a sequel to Promised. Reading Promised first is recommended, or else you won’t know the characters and how they got here.

Summary: After the wedding, Tom and you started living together. Family expectations aren’t always easy to meet, especially when they would mean to live a life so different from your own plans, while the past still haunts you.

Warnings: wizard-bigotry, cursing

Word count: 3.1k

Part 10 - Constant Dread and Normal People

After telling Miss Toffana about Tom’s Father, needing an antidote for him and her old student Morfin being the reason for it, she stacked you up with heaps of remedies to counteract all the dark potions she could think of. 

“Let me see. Here, yes. Take this one as well, it’s good against Bloodroot Poison,” she said while rummaging through her cabinets.

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mood:

Rafe Cameron in every episode of Outer Banks — 2.09 'Trapped'

Netflix crossovers once again…

peculiar creature.

pairings. lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

about. lorenzo meets a stranger in the forbidden forest.

warnings. 🤔🤔

ricky rocks. this was long awaited.

“you’re a peculiar creature, aren’t you?”

you stare back into the large, mischievous brown eyes of a boy who was crouched down at then edge of the cove, examining you with troublesome intentions.

“what are you doing here?”

“swimming,” you said bluntly, pushing further into the deep, dark waters. he still watches you carefully, leaning back to his feet where his height is fully extended. “what are you doing here?”

he scoffs, his head tipping back as if finding your question ridiculous, "awfully dangerous for you to be all the way out here by yourself. haven't you ever been warned to stay out of the forbidden forest?"

you narrow your look on him at the way he deflects your question, his head tilting as he begins to wander further around the lagoon, circling you now as he waits for you to speak.

"what's your name?"

"lorenzo," he speaks fast, expecting that, as if he was wanting and waiting for you to ask it. "and you?"

"y/n."

“strange name.”

“and yours isn’t?”

a hollow laughs comes from deep in the back of his throat at your retort but he doesn’t find it as funny as he makes it seem, “you’re quick, aren’t you?”

“but you like that, don’t you?” your eyes narrowed in on him, pushing out further into the water so your further from him just in case he were to reach for you.

“and you know what i like how?” he mirrors your tapered expression, leaning against a tree placed close to the water. he was interested, really interested in what you were.

“i know boys exactly like you.”

“oh, you do?” his lips twitch upwards, finding your proceedings amusing.

“they come here a lot,” you tip your head, now studying him better than ever and the way he held himself. “with girls and booze and their loud mouths.”

you looked annoyed in thought of this making him chuckle under his breath, “you don’t like the company?”

“not usually.”

“why come here then?”

“no where else better to go.”

lorenzo makes a closer speculation of your face now, realizing he had never seen you before—which he found very strange, “what year are you?”

because lorenzo knew all the pretty faces at hogwarts.

“who said anything about me being in school?” you smiled as his face swooped into a confused expression, watching you sink further into the water till you were no longer in sight.

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chapter 26, crooked kingdom

t.m.r.—imagine action duo tom and y/n…

Tom struggled against the hold of the two hooded death eaters on either side of him. his usual perfect front curls were damp, and stuck to his forehead. he bit down on his teeth as he stopped his fighting, accepting that he could not escape. it hurt to see him like this.

the snake-like man picked up Tom’s wand that slipped out of his hand during the capture and clicked his tongue.

“tsk tsk tsk…i am disappointed to hear that you don’t like what the future holds for you mr. riddle…” voldemort inspects the familiar wand in his hand, taking a step in toms direction. your breath caught in your throat as the inhuman looking figure stood toe to toe with his past self. the death eaters tightened their grip on you.

“you of all people should know i am not one to anger,” tom seethed, holding his head higher. their noses were nearly touching now—well, toms nose and voldemort’s…face.

“i have years of experiences lived on you riddle. i am powerful. i have an army. i am immortal and soon will have the elderly wand, and i won’t let the teenage version of myself stop me.” the soulless man boasted, barring his rotting teeth. “what would little, orphaned tom riddle do?”

you exhaled sharply through your nose, eyes darting to tom. his head only lifted higher, staring through the man.

“i will eat that ass.”

….um what?

your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. the hooded figures on your right nearly broke his neck, turning to the death eater holding onto tom, who only shrugged in just as much lost.

“what?” voldemort retreated his face from toms and leaned back. but the young man’s look was unwavering. “you heard me”

“beat, you mean beat that ass.” you coughed.

“oh, right…i will beat that ass.” tom grinned. within milliseconds, he used the window of opportunity to headbutt his captive in the face. an elbow came flying to the his companions groin, both of them releasing their hold.

distracted, the man on your right cried out as you pulled his fingers back. pivoting off the ball of your left foot, you sent a round house to the other death eater’s stunned face with just enough momentum for him to fall unconscious.

the other three men groaned in agony, as they struggled to find their wands on the wet pavement. priorities shifted as soon as the sight at the edge of the skyscraper caught your attention. your partner, tom riddle had voldemort cornered, backing into what seemed like a 20 story drop.

Outer Banks s02: if villain so bad, then why he cute?

“I’m not okay.”

“You are. You’re okay, buddy.” ……

“Dad, I thought I was okay, but I’m not. — I just keep… I keep having these, um… these thoughts in my head, and I don’t… I don’t know if I can control them. And I’m just…I’m afraid of what’s gonna happen. I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take, okay?”

“We’ll talk about it.”

“I’m just afraid. I need help, okay? Not her. I need it, okay?”

“I know. I know. We can talk about it.”

“You’re not listening. I’m having a hard time right now.”

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Rafe in a nutshell:

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and there are things, I can only say in the dark

Hi luv! Been so long since you sent this right? I am so sorry I have no excuses. You probably even forgot about this. And not like I have an ever so satisfying piece of writing to offer but still here you go^^ Thankyou for sending this ask btw!! oh and i changed the i to we in your line for convenience hope no one minds-

And there are things we can only say in the dark.

There are things we cannot even fathom speaking of.

For they have been buried within us exceptionally well, for far too long and it will certainly be inconvenient if they were to resurface; because how were emotions handled again, I suddenly ask myself. Emotions so frightfully strong that they could easily be compared to tsunamis and earthquakes; forces that could wreck the very roots of your life leaving you to do the damage control. Forces to be reckoned with indeed.

Then, there are things we want to speak of oh so dearly, for they give meaning to our existence in this grey world. But on the other hand, efforts have been made in vain innumerable times but the stubborn words dare not leave our lips.

I wonder. Perhaps.. it's because they make us feel seen? They make us vulnerable and we are awfully scared, all of us, of getting used. Of getting hurt so severely that at some point of time we might no longer be able to piece ourselves back together anymore.

Because people will rip and tear and pierce and stab at us if we reveal our real selves , they will. You know it, don’t you? That’s why it is that you hide.

Finally, as a matter of fact, there are certain things we are terribly afraid to say.

It’s not that I am in in the wrong. Or that it is a sin. Quite the opposite in fact. Why then can I not bring myself to speak? Why is it that those words feel so heavy when they are all I have wanted to say for so long? You wonder too sometimes, don’t you?

But have you ever thought it might be because you haven’t been taught how to ask?

Ask for help. Ask for affection. Ask for love. Ask for forgiveness.

Because all your life you have only ever given away but never have you allowed yourself to take something for yourself for once. To the point that now you sit here asking yourself- what is it like to take?

What is it like to be given?

We have our different reasons, our different circumstances. Reasons why we are afraid to speak. More afraid than we have ever been of the dark.

The dark. It is a place of comfort, don’t you think? It can even be called warm if anything.

Most of all. It’s safe. It’s a place where we feel the most secure. Not a single person can hurt us there for all that exist in that void are we ourselves. I wonder is that why we all sometimes find shelter in the dark?

A melancholy illusion of the warmth we so despairingly desire for.

The fear, it eats away at our insides like a parasite. This cold nothingness. This horribly empty hole devoid of emotions. Is that what you wished for?

Because I miss it, oh god, I miss it so terribly. The real warmth. The comfort from all the smiles I had witnessed as if they were brought forth from heaven itself like some godly miracle. From the hugs and the words and happiness and the affection and…

How in the world had I forgotten? I ask myself as the tears begin to slip through my eyelids, bringing with them an unknown and overwhelming emotion.

And I soon realise. It’s longing. I shudder as a deep feeling of regret seeps right through my bones.

Ah this is what it feels like. This is what I had forgotten having taken refuge in the dark for so long.

So there are things we can only say in the dark.

But I wonder. I wonder if I shout and fight and crawl and drag myself; I wonder if I can ask myself this time. To speak. Say it.

You are important. I am sorry. Thank you. I like you. I love you. I want this. No, I can’t do this. I am not okay. I need help. Help me. Love me. Forgive me. Stay with me. Don’t leave me. Be my friend. Be someone to be. I am scared. So lonely. Be with me. Be right next to me. So that I can be fine.

I want to be happy. Can I be happy?

I wonder if I can say it.

Tell the dark. I am not afraid anymore.

Tewkesbury, when did I give you the impression that I like flowers?

They’re called Spreading Bellflowers. Wild, of course. Attracted to ancient woodland, wiry, deceptive, refuse to behave according to any rules.

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