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Chris Evans
Chris Hemsworth
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Robert Downey Jr.
Scarlett Johansson
Tom Hiddleston
Mark’s signature makes me laugh so hard.
Seriously Mark wth XD
my 12 year old stepson just handed me a literal wad of cash and said “buy yourself somethin nice”
it is like 400 dollars
where did he get it
what is
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w h a t
He is the sweetest person ever
#i can imagine the directors being like#’tom stop doing that you’re getting your costume dirty’#and he’d be all like#’i do not know of this tom you speak of’#’i only respond to loki’#’also i’m dead’
OMG this is.. PRECIOUS.
Jack was employed into service for the East India Trading Company and was given command of the Wicked Wench. However, after he set free a cargo of slaves, his employer, Cutler Beckett, had Jack branded as a pirate and the Wench set aflame and sunk. After failing to rescue the Wench, Sparrow struck a bargain with the ghostly captain of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones, to resurrect his beloved vessel. Jones returned the ship to Jack in near perfect condition except for the permanently charred hull. This prompted Jack to rename her the Black Pearl.
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I DIDN’T KNOW THIS WHAT.
what what what is this
I know this. Pirates canon is awesome.
So much room for activities!
activities.
“activities”
SEX
I love tumblr.
And so there we were, cuddling and snuggling from the cold of winter, watching her favourite movies. It was rather freezing, but the blankets kept us warm. And of course, our close proximity to each other helped. The steaming mugs of coffee stood not far from us, below the flat screen TV hanging from the wall. It wasn’t much to keep the chill, but it did its job well. Of course, we had to take a sip first.
I tentatively stretch out, making for the mugs, but a hand stops me by the shoulder. “It’s cold and I need a drink,” I say. She smiles, her lips forming a small curve that I so often found attractive. But then, I’d always found her lips rather stunning. “I have something else for the cold,” she says, gently pulling me closer by the cuffs of my neck. She kisses me, the warmth spreading from my face down my body. It seemed so innocent, that little kiss. But we both knew that wasn’t what she wanted to do.
Slowly, she pushes me down, straddled against me as we kissed. Her hands moved gently, caressing the skin beneath my shirt as she gently took it off my body. The sting of the cold winter air was only but momentary; the steady warmth now spreading throughout me was in fact, making me sweat a little. She was right after all; this was better than coffee. She winks at me, disappearing beneath the sheets that covered me from the waist down. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could feel it. Her crouching form underneath the covers gave me a pretty good indication of what she was about to do. I braced myself, gripping the edges of the pillow hard as she proceeded. I was under her control now, and she knew it. I gritted my teeth, trying to prevent any noise from coming out. My breath came in deep gasps, the cold air passing between my teeth as I closed my eyes, and then it was over.
“That’s just for starters,” I hear her say, as she slowly crawled up once more, her eyes whispering sin. She’d already taken off most of her clothing beneath the sheets. “You didn’t let me bite them off this time,” I said, one eyebrow raised. “I like this shirt, and you tore the last one to pieces,” she replied, mouth twitching into a grin. “Is it my turn to…” I began, but she cut me off. “No,” she says. “I’ll take it from here.”
The past hour seems such a blur. I was in her power, in her control. The movie kept going on and on and on, yet we weren’t even watching anymore. Deep breaths, in and out, in and out. Sweat despite the cold winter afternoon. It was such a good idea to have the entire floor coated like a bed. We’d spent the time trying to get on top of each other, yet I let her push me down each time. I didn’t mind; it was her turn after all. Others may call us silent but for us, the simply, heavy, monotonous breathing was just fine. The small gasps of air, the sighs, the “oohs” and the “aahs” as the tempo beat faster and faster. We locked into each others eyes as the final thrums ended, gripping each other in a feverish hold, trembling yet not from the cold.
It was really a good idea not to have a floor after all.
