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Apr

wormstache96:

summary of everyone’s life on tumblr

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Apr

h-is-for-hiddles:

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you all Prince Thomas William Hiddleston (on the set of Crimson Peak)

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Apr

limegreenandloki:

New York 1892

elementarydata:

New York 1892

The great joy of New York City is that anyone could be someone. I like that. Because I want to be anyone. Midgard has changed such a great deal since I was last here, in, I believe according to the calendar they use now, 1543.

My travels and interests have brought me into the…

I’ve spent the last twenty minutes of this ridiculous, stifling gathering glancing at you from under my properly downturned lashes, or from a quick corner of my eye.  A swirled drink, a glittering, silver-chipped laugh at the nonsensical and boring remarks of my fellow party-goers. God, they bore me, they all bore me.  And they’re stupid to boot.  Nothing like my husband—no, he glittered with life, with mystery and Far East and spice….

But you…well, you’re carrying an aura of something different.  I know it’s not your apparent heritage—I’ve been to England and i know the people.  No it’s something else, something I can’t quite put the cotton of my summer-gloved finger on.  You are owning this room, the dark gaslight and velvet chairs and smoke and liquor—you reign over it and everyone in it and they all know it without knowing it.  They turn to you, wherever they are standing in the room—they…gravitate.

Of course, I’ve been expecting you. Word of your ability to appraise my inherited fortune had reached my ears, and I knew you would blow along at some point.  

But I did not expect the rush of——god, is that lust?—-that ripples through the deepest recesses of my body as you take my hand and pull my glove down ever so slightly, brushing dry lips across my skin.  You glance up at me as you do so, green glimmering as time seems to spin slower around us.

I will not stammer, I will not—

"Yes, please sit," I say stupidly, removing my hand from yours and gesturing to the settee.  I settle myself beside you, trying to casually ignore the way your eyes rake, rake, rake over me.  I know what you want. I know that look. I see it all the time, though mostly from older, balding men who are more interested in the money in my coffers than what’s under my bustles.  But you—you’re young, you’re—beautiful—in the lithe conservation of your movements, the small curl of your lip and god its been so long….

I inhale.  No.  You might be a spider, but I’m no fly.  

"So, Mr. Lafey. I have a number of smaller pieces, Ming—the like.  My husband brought them home himself from various trips.  You specialize in Chinese, do you not?"

You nod, your eyes boring into me.  There is no one else in the room, not according to your stare.

"Excellent.  I also have several Eastern European pieces I’m interested in getting appraised as well—do you have any experience in that area?"  

You think I don’t notice, you think I won’t—but I can tell it in the tiny purse of your lips.  Your interest is piqued, and I am torn between asking outright and letting your spin your web as I spin mine.  

"Some, yes, I should be able to assist…there…as well," you murmur, drawing closer to me.  Your breath washes over me, a pleasant, sweetish mix of brandy and cigar.  Propriety and my body force me back against my will and despite what I want, and I suddenly despise myself for the motion you will surely interpret as fear of you.

And I am feeling many things right now, sir, but fear of you is not one of them.

I almost laugh when you shy away from me, it’s too easy - no need to fear, I will not take from you, no, no, sweet one, I will wait until you are begging.

"Your husband’s collection, I suppose it is yours now, are you interested in selling it?  I may be interested in a few pieces myself, in addition to having interested buyers among my other clientele".  I continue, not moving away from you. It is such a delight to watch you fight it, the way your cheeks have coloured, and breathing shallower the more I talk.  

It’s all lies of course, I’m interested in only one piece, and I have no other clientele.  Worst of all, for you, I want you to give me The Groaza.

"I am not entirely decided on the matter." You reply evenly, sitting up straighter.

"Tell me Mrs. Marsh, do you enjoy these parties?"  I turn my gaze away from yours and nod towards the other guests filling the parlour.  "I hate them, I only come for the opportunity to meet the right people, at the right time."

"And do you?" You ask, you’ve turned to look at me, I can feel your gaze studying my features.

"Tonight I have."  I turn my head and meet your gaze, your eyes are brilliant blue in the dim, gas lit room, your lips soft and full, their rosy pink glistening and you poke your tongue out to wet them.  My own heart stutters for a moment, the promise of seduction making my groin twitch.

"Mr. Lafey?"  You begin, you sound so serious, determined.

"Shall we take a walk on the terrace?" I interrupt you, and stand, my instinct to grab your hand and pull you up as well, but it would be beyond improper, so I wait for your reply.

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Apr
Button popping open……

Button popping open……

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Apr

[Crimson Peak] has moments that are very visceral, physical violence. You’re in this sort of sedate romance and then there is this brutal moment where you’re like, “Whoa!” And it has a lot of kinky moments. The only kinky moment I’ve ever shot is the leg f**k in The Devil’s Backbone. [laughs] This has a little more kinkiness than that.

flappyhappyhiddles:

- Guillermo Del Toro (x)

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A+ gif usage. Well fucking done.

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Apr

New York 1892

The great joy of New York City is that anyone could be someone. I like that. Because I want to be anyone.  Midgard has changed such a great deal since I was last here, in, I believe according to the calendar they use now, 1543.

My travels and interests have brought me into the company of one Mr. Nikolas Tesla.  Brilliant, for a mortal, and I am curious to see where his ideas take him.

Nik had brought me to this rather lavish party, thrown by the financier JP Morgan. I’m not interested in Midgardian riches, nor do I care for the conversation at these sort of parties, but I do enjoy making….. connections.

I prefer a very specific type of connection, and I see her now.  Perfection. The wealthy widow Mrs. Merrilee Marsh, whose late husband had been an importer of treasures from the East.  

****

"Mrs. Marsh?" I ask, giving you a slight bow, as I hold my hat and gloves in one hand.

"Mr. Lafey?" you reply cocking your head as you relax on the settee, craning your neck up to look at me.  "Mr. Tesla has told me about you, the curator from London, who may be able to help me value my late husband’s estate."

"Yes, that is I," I stand up and fix my eyes on yours.  Yes, perfect- the sharp intake of breath does not go unnoticed, nor the gentle swell of your breast.  "I am an expert on Chinese antiquities and would be delighted to appraise your…. assets."  I let my gaze drop to your bosom before bringing it back to your eyes.

My interest in you is most certainly two fold.  Your husband, I believe had in his possession a very powerful magical artefact known only as The Groaza.  

Of course, I also wish to enjoy the comforts of your flesh.  The women of this time and place, so repressed, their bodies and passions bound so tightly- I want to hear you scream my name, your soul free, your body quivering under my skilled attentions. 

"May I sit?" I ask, faking a nervous smile.

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16
Apr

foreverlokid:

Same man, different costume

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Apr

Charlie on the set of Crimson Peak (x)

Charlie on the set of Crimson Peak (x)

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Apr
elementarydata said:

OMG! Crimson Peak Tom IS Dr. Larson. JFC. DEAD.

skadi-again-again:

elementarydata:

skadi-again-again:

I KNOW RIGHT ugh my poor ladybusiness may never recover

Is it possible to be so aroused you feel nauseous?

Yes because it’s happening right now

hold me

I would, but I’m curled up in fetal position, and unable to move.

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Apr
elementarydata said:

OMG! Crimson Peak Tom IS Dr. Larson. JFC. DEAD.

limegreenandloki:

elementarydata:

skadi-again-again:

I KNOW RIGHT ugh my poor ladybusiness may never recover

Is it possible to be so aroused you feel nauseous?

Yes. Yes you can. I’ve tossed my cookies twice.

Thank god, no wait, what?  Fuck. 

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