This valentines Day card speaks for our generation
A/N: Post-Neverland. Fluffy CS. IDK, it just happened :)
Emma stared at the papers in front of her blankly. She’d been staring at them for the last twenty minutes, unmoving, with her eyes unfocused and glazed over. It took another five minutes before she finally gave up – she wasn’t getting anymore work done. A glance at the clock told her that it was only 8:00 PM. It made her frown at how much time she still had left then sigh as she scrubbed her hands over her face. She’d need some more coffee if she had any chance at staying awake.
The tap on the door of her office abruptly drew her thoughts away and had her gaze flickering up. She froze in her seat, her stomach clenching at the pair of familiar blue eyes watching her intently.
“Hook,” she said after a moment, her voice breathier than she would like.
The corners of his mouth tipped up, softening his face. Handsome bastard. She could admit that to herself in the privacy of her tired mind.
“May I come in?” he asked politely.
“Ah…” She swallowed thickly and somewhere in her mind, a giant, blinking WARNING! sign plopped on her head. They hadn’t been alone since they’d gotten back from Neverland; she had made sure of it.
Emma knew she should have said no, she should have told him she had a ton of work to do or that she was just about to leave or any number of excuses, instead she hesitated. His brow quirked at her, the smile on his face just a little smug as his eyes danced knowingly. It made her grit her teeth.
“Sure,” she heard herself say on a whim, facepalming in her mind as she did so.
He sauntered in, an air about his gait that made her feel like she was being…stalked. Their eyes held steadily and she felt the space between them suddenly charged. It made the breath back up into her lungs, made her rise from her seat agitatedly. She couldn’t sit still so she grabbed the files off her desk and walked towards one of the large cabinets to put them away – ‘R’ files certainly did not belong with ‘A’ files so she’d have to fix them later, but nobody needed to know that. She heard him chuckle behind her and it made her roll her eyes as she slammed the drawer shut.
“What?” she snapped irritably, turning to face him.
He shook his head, smiling instead of replying. He had a great smile, even when he was being arrogant – maybe especially when he was being arrogant. Stop that.
“What do you want?” she wondered, crossing her arms over her chest.
He watched her for a moment with determined, confident eyes. You. The word was unspoken but it hung heavily in the air and reflected clearly on his face. She realized what was coming half a second before he moved, swooping in and crushing her against him as he fused his mouth to hers and swallowed her gasp of surprise.
After being Hermione’s friend for 7 years, Harry still hasn’t understood how fucking badass she is. :P
He pulls the same face
GRANGER DANGER GRANGER DANGER
Also she’s using the same spell in both scenes am I right?
I love how 11 year-old Hermione is very by-the-book with her wand movement and eloquent pronunciation, but as she’s grown up surrounded by constant danger and action (and obstacles that aren’t just a young Neville puttin’ em up) she’s learned to adapt and treat her wand more as an extension of herself rather than a tool
let’s analyse gifsets more woooo
I don’t reblog porn usually but this was really great and my followers can just deal with it okay
I hope I don’t get hate lol ;D
You call that porn?
Now this is some hot, NSFW action.
THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE
WOAH THERE THAT IS GRAPHIC
dirty dirty dirty
MY INNOCENT EYES
OH MY GOD THIS IS BACK
i am sorry tay i know you are killing me with your mind right now
this is my legacy and its not even the url i use anymore
RULES: ask my dads permission. make it a complete surprise. get somebody to catch it on camera. let my best friend help with the ring.
This will never stop being perfect.
You don’t even understand how much I love this picture.
reasons i tend to not talk
- people always interrupt me to tell another story because apparently my story isn’t good enough for their ears
- i sound like an idiot who just learned to talk two hours ago
- people seem disinterested in what i’m saying
- i hate my voice
- i have something really mean to say
- i hate you
- i repeat because this happens a lot: people interrupt me and never let me finish and i feel really shitty about myself because no one seems to want to listen to me
Right after this moment in the film. The howling wind stops. The snowflakes seem to freeze in time. It is like Elsa’s heart has stopped beating. That scene really symbolized what someone can feel like after hearing devastating news. Time freezes. Everything seems to stop.
I was really amazed by how deep this movie can be. Many unspoken moments and things to understand and piece together after seeing it.
(c) to gif owner.