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WHY ARE YOU ALL FOLLOWING ME

mischiefwithabite:

whovianawholock:

“Grump.” Abby said as she sat on the cold floor boredly.

Before Loki began walking he lingered in his spot on the cool marble floor directly before the elegant doors, two men stood before him as guard looking out plainly ahead of them. He watched them for a moment,…

“Like what?!” Abby asked. “I don’t know what there is to do!”

whovianawholock:

In the end, you will always kneel: whovianawholock: “No,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulders. “I…

mischiefwithabite:

whovianawholock:

“No,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulders. “I desire that you drink of my blood. I can guarantee you will be…

“Grump.” Abby said as she sat on the cold floor boredly.

charliemcdonnellissocoollike:

if someone can help me gain 13 more followers i swear i will love you forever.

i really want to reach 3k today ^_______^

PROMOTING

Stephen Fry: Can we settle an important question? How do you pronounce your last name?
JK Rowling: It is Row-ling. As in rolling pin. (mimics rolling action)
Stephen Fry: So if any of you hear someone pronounce her name "Rohw-ling", you have my permission to hit them over the head with -- not with Order of the Phoenix, that would be cruel. Something smaller, like a fridge.

mischiefwithabite:

whovianawholock:

“No,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulders. “I desire that you drink of my blood. I can guarantee you will be pleased, my king.”

Loki came to a sudden stop as he felt her hands upon his shoulder, and spun around took her wrists in her hands, twisting them as his…

“Ah!” Abby winced with pain and rubbed her wrists. “Then what would you have me do, my king?”

Can you imagine the amount of apologising if Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston bumped into each other on the street
ABBY DO IT NOW

i cant my mom is out just ask for the details and send em im writing a paper

YO U COMMIN TO MAH PARTY DIS WEEKEND YO?

Hells yeah! Text me the details tho

whovianawholock:

In the end, you will always kneel: whovianawholock: mischiefwithabite: whovianawholock: “What would you…

whovianawholock:

mischiefwithabite:

whovianawholock:

“What would you have me do?” She asked, standing.

“At the moment I know not.” He spoke,…

“No,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulders. “I desire that you drink of my blood. I can guarantee you will be pleased, my king.”