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"The Doors : When You're Strange" documentaire de Tom DiCillo (2009), juillet 2021.
Elle souhaita sentir les doigts de Baby Suggs lui malaxer la nuque, la remodeler, en disant : « DĂ©pose-les, Sethe. ĂpĂ©e et bouclier. Pose-les. Pose. Ă terre, l'un et l'autre. Ă terre au bord de la riviĂšre. ĂpĂ©e et bouclier. Ne cherche plus la guerre. DĂ©pose tout ce fourbi. ĂpĂ©e et bouclier. » Et sous la pression des doigts et de la voix paisible qui ordonnait, elle s'exĂ©cutait. Les lourds poignards de ses dĂ©fenses contre le malheur, les regrets, l'amertume et la douleur, elle les dĂ©posait un Ă un sur la rive au-dessous de laquelle ruisselait une eau claire.
Toni Morrison, Beloved.
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The song of Ice and Flame
H2W Reactions (SPOILER ALERT)
Disclaimer: any excerpts taken and posted her do not belong to me, only the reactions do. the excerpts belong to the great great olivieblake.
Okay so Todayâs going to be a complete review so before we proceed let me just yell, SPOILER ALERT!!!!!
Okay Iâm done, letâs go.
He could keep track, actually. As of that morning, Theo had sent him a name change form requesting the company be called The Deathly Hallows Are Real as Fuck and So Am I, which Harry, a consummate professional, asserted with confidence was not ideal to be offered aloud to the Minister of Magic. The deathly hallows are real AF and so Am IâŠlike does he want to make it more obvious that its actually not? Iâm even going to consider this a fanfic anymore. (Petition to make How To Win Real AF)
The dead," Kingsley murmured, scraping a hand over his cheeks, "have a comforting tendency to stay dead."
Harry grimaced. "So true," he lied. I see what you did there olivie, honey.
"Well, aside from news from Zabini, nothing much," Theo cheerfully replied. "Mostly just here to get on my knees and bl-" Theo, like seriously? Seriously? You really donât have that filter between your brain and your mouth, do you? Or rather that filter between your dick and your mouth (Is there even a connection? I digress.)
"Not anymore, apparently," Theo said, shrugging. "I think the arrangement is part of the deal in exchange for Dionisia's continued patronage with regard to his mother's - " he coughed. "Opera."
Harry lifted a brow. "Opera?"
"Some people like the arts, Potter," Theo drawled, and Harry sighed. Uh oh. Youâre not convincing anyone with that, honey.
"Ends, means, whatever. Justified."This is Theo Nott ladies and gentlemen. Ever the eloquent chap. (Iâm pretty sure Draco would know exactly know what that saying was and then would proceed to drawl it out, sexily, slowly..umm sorry digressing!)
"Us," Harry repeated.
"I - " Theo began, bemused. "What?"
"You said whether he wants us to succeed," Harry said, tapping his fingers innocently against the desk. "I didn't realize you considered this a collective effort."
"Oh, fuck off, Potter," Theo retorted. "Fine. Whether he wants you to succeed, then - "
"No, no," Harry said, rising to his feet and walking around his desk, leaning back against it as he looked down at Theo with a grin. "Tell me again how we're an us, Nott."
He gloried in Theo's obvious stiffening. He really hasnât lost the ability to hit the nail on the head has he? Obvious as fuck and still a fucking surprise. I love how olivie perfectly conveys the same harry thatâs in the books, yet subtly changes him so much. Like he still is extremely perceptive at times, understanding too. His temper however is consistently absent. Less awkward too. Letâs get back.
"Fuck off, Potter, you know perfectly well that's a lie I told to embarrass you," Theo said flatly, stretching up to his feet and wandering Harry's office, unapologetically making it his domain. "I'd never say something so uncouth if I actually meant it," he pressed, "would I?"
Disappointing, thought Harry, though he tried not to show it. I feel you, son. Iâm disappointed too. For you. And for me, cause I donât get to read blowjob smut. Meh.
"So this is all business, then?" So, you see, if this was Draco or Hermione, it would be all angst filled and dramatic with heartbreak music playing in the background. But, this is Theo Nott and Harry Potter, and Olivieblake. So Iâm expecting a Blowjob.
"Oh, fuck no, I didn't say that," Theo replied neutrally, slouching down in Harry's chair and deftly unzipping his trousers. "Go on," he beckoned, winking at Harry and kicking back from the desk. "Give me a show, Auror Potter."
I fucking knew it.
Harry paused, deliberating."That's my desk," he reminded Theo.Theo raised his wand, flicking it lazily to lock Harry's office door."Not right now it isn't," he replied, unfazed, and Harry shook his head to conceal a smile. You adorable idiots. I wish you all the love and acceptance in the world, which is probably not whatâs written for the both of you. But still, brb, sacrificing my left arm for you two. (who needs a left arm when youâre a right-hander who ships nottpott to the moon and back.)
Now moving on to the next scene.
Dionisia and her elder sister Sibyll came from a family long admired for its gift of Sight, though only her sister seemed to have inherited it. Okayyyy so sheâs wacko divination professorâs younger sis. Interesting development.And it seems like all the sanity and tact that the elder one lost, the younger one has.
largely feelings of juvenile imposter syndrome, The Story Of My Life.
"You play a dangerous game, Miss Trelawney," he remarked quietly, and she smiled, catching something telling in the tormented lines of his face; as if he had said something similar before. She reminds me so much of Tom. Well, the original, canon Tom.Also, Dumbledoreâs reaction to her âgamesâ reminds me so much of what he felt about Tom.
"Poor fools," Dionisia thought, tucking vial after vial into the vaults below the house's floorboards. Collecting their memories? Through Tears?Â
a young man with raven-black hair and a youthful expression, one night in her twenty-fifth year; she had opened the door to her bedroom and found him sitting in her favorite chair beside the fireplace. He reminds me of how Tom is described, but considering this is olivieâs fic and that anything, anything can happen, I withhold judgement and speculation.(But what if it is one of the peverellâs brothers?)
"What do you want?" she interrupted, finding herself uncharacteristically bristled and impatient. Your Façadeâs Breaking!!!! ABORT MISSION ABORT!!! PUSH HIM OUT!! HEâS TROUBLE!! (though you are too.)
"Who are you?" she demanded, and he turned, offering her a bow."I thought you'd never ask," he told her.His name was Ignotus Peverell, and he was her first of two terrible mistakes. So, just to clarify, this is the first brother right? The one hungry for power? The completely wack one who suggested âkillingâ themselves? Also the evil, crazy, maniac?You know going back to the intro of the fic, which says, âReal heroes never quit. Real villians never die.â, is olivie trying to say that the real villians were the first two brothers? Or umbridge? Cause sheâs featuring in one of the chapters. But then looking at the scenario, umbridge looks like a small-scale villain compared to these big shots.Okay, thatâs too much foreshadowing, back to reading.Okay so I just looked it up, and it looks like ignotus is the youngest guy. Is he a maniac too? Gosh, I hope not.Oh okay, so this guyâs the third one, whoâs doing the deed along with the eldest brother Antioch. Fucking obvious that the second one ended up rebelling first. Its always the quiet ones.
"Did Nico tell you that?" Dionisia asked skeptically, glancing askance. "Love is love, I would think, whether secrets are shared or not." Who the fuck is Nico? Please wait while I go and re-read the previous chapters to unearth this mystery.
Roughly an hour later,
Nope, Nada. This guyâs new.
"No," he agreed. "I suspect you've known for some time." He glanced at her. "But do you not feel the same?"She toyed with it for a moment; if she told him the truth, it could certainly cost her, but if she lied, she would subsequently possess a secret - and that, she suspected, would destroy her."I do," she said carefully, and he slid a hand around her cheek, kissing her with a gentle, almost-not-a-touch across her lips, drawing her closer in his arms. Okay so romance between the bad ranks. I really donât feel anything cause I donât ship them but oof thatâs hot. But honestly, sheâs an idiot. That guyâs bad news!!!!!Â
"Who was it?" Dionisia demanded, and a tear slipped down the young girl's cheek."I don't know her name," the girl sniffed, "but she wore all pink, and looked like a - "She paused, hesitating."AÂ what?" Dionisia pressed."A toad," the girl whispered. AHAHAHAHA!!!! Umbridge is here!!! And here I thought dionisia was a bigshot. Looks like queen bitch is here to fuck all systems up. False memories? How powerful is this bitch umbridge anyway??
"It does for your business," Dolores agreed, "but not for the illicit magic you employ, does it?" She paused, indulging an obnoxious hem-hem sound, and Dionisia implored herself not to strangle the woman on the spot, wishing instantly to divest her of her throat. The feelingâs the same. A decade and a half and my hate for this bitch remains unchanged. I wish I could rip out her throat and gut her like a fish. Too.
one in particular, she lamented furiously, who had yet to disappear. So Iâm pretty sure umbridge is the villain who wonât fucking stay dead. But I honest to god donât remember her dying in the books.
"The man in your past," Parvati said, "he's as present as ever. He stands as unwavering as death, and my vision is the same. Your happiness is as two sides of a coin," she said neutrally. "If you betray his secret, you will survive, but he will be destroyed. If you hold it sacred, you will die, but he will be enriched." Okay so sheâs talking about Ignotus, and of course sheâs going to keep his secret sacred, cause you do effing crazy things for love donât you?
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"Come in, then," he said, turning back to his scribbled notes as she stepped through the flames, revealing herself to be wearing an emerald green blouse tucked into a pleated leather skirt and paired with narrow stiletto heels that were entirely too high for the occasion.
They were intriguing, certainly.
Well selected for the benefit of her legs. Like how how does he make the phrase âshe looks Bomb AFâ sound so bookish?
but with the way she was leaning, he was firmly distracted by the not-unpleasant view he'd been permitted of her legs. "Or, you know. See people often?" Her legs are really distracting arenât they?
"Yes," he replied. "Always to satisfaction."
He watched her clear her throat, her lips parting slightly.
"Satisfaction?" she echoed. Ooooohhhhh, I can sure feel the slow burn. His innuendos are so obvious yet not obvious at all⊠I guess its always the quiet ones.
He nodded. "I'd hate to see someone depart my services unsatisfied," he said. "I certainly tailor my performance so that each party gets what they came for."
"Which is?" she asked.
He took a step towards her, watching her hold her breath.
She really did have quite lovely eyes, which traveled tentatively to his mouth.
"Fair and impartial judgment," he told her neutrally. "As per my Wizengamot oath of office."
Instantly, she deflated, a breath escaping sharply from her lips.
"Oh," she said, tearing her gaze away.
He smiled. OH MY GOD!!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE FUCKING KNOWS WHAT HEâS DOING!!!!!! PERCY YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!
And now to my favourite part of the whole chapter, Dramione!!!!!!!
Draco, on the other hand, had clearly had other things in mind aside from dancing and small talk. This is more of an innenduo for us then Hermione and I hate that its just that. An innenduo. Why you no sexing her up?!!
"I just don't know if there's much logic in this," she pressed nervously. "Just because her family clearly has money and influence doesn't inherently make them more likely to be involved, does it? I mean, your family's rich and old, and - "
Draco spun on the stairs, whipping around to face her.
"Yes, they are," he agreed sharply, "and my father was the devoted follower of a villainous, amoral cult, and on a good day, I'm just an assassin."
Hermione sighed.
"Point taken," she permitted weakly, and Draco allowed for a brief, arrogant smirk before gesturing back up the stairs. Point one to Draco. Also really impressed of how he so unfazed with his past. Or rather impressed with his façade.
In response, Hermione offered another resigned sigh, hurrying after him as he poked around in the bedrooms, glancing in and switching on the lights.
"What are we looking for?" she asked, and he shrugged.
"Well, nothing in particular," he said, throwing open the door to what appeared to be an airing cupboard, the sides of it lined with neatly-pressed sheets and towels. "Weird," he muttered, frowning as he stepped inside. "Is there another realm back here?" Thatâs probably her bedroom. Oh God, this whole section is an innuendo not being taken the right- er, wrong way.
Oh, you're early, Emilia Carnegie had sighed, kissing her daughter's cheek. Daisy, you know how I hate to pull back the veil. Don't slouch, Emmett, she murmured to her husband, nudging him as she spared Draco and Hermione a stiff, coldly alluring smile.
Yes, Daddy, Daisy agreed, giving him a hug. You know how Mom hates a show of weak posture.
Shows weak convictions, Emilia said firmly, and promptly let out a startling bell-like laugh. Anyway, what were we saying?
"True," Draco said, shuddering. "Where do women keep things, then?" MmmmmâŠEmilia reminds me so much of Narcissa. Same alluring smile, same primness, same cutthroat sweetness.(let the record show that writer recognizes only fanfiction narcissa.)
"Wow," Hermione remarked, impressed.
"Well," Draco sniffed. "For the record, my mother had a far less whimsical palette and infinitely more taste."
"Please don't," Hermione muttered. "I need you to not get Oedipal on me right now, we're very busy - " I love how devoted draco is to Narcissa. #Forevermommysboy
I apologize, Mrs Carnegie," someone replied; an elf, by the sound of it. "Miss Daisy was only getting something from the wine cellar. I heard a scream just before the sound of something breaking, but by the time I apparated in - "
"Are you telling me my daughter is gone?" Emilia raged. Oh my god, is this umbridgeâs work? Shit , whatâs happening???
 "Sex," Draco said instantly PREACH!!! The answer to everything.
"My daughter's been taken," she said in a low voice, her blue eyes sparking with anger. "Were you with her?"
"No," Hermione said nervously. "We stepped out, to - "
"Definitely not have sex," Draco supplied. "Definitely something appropriate."
" -Â talk," Hermione finished, glaring at him. "We were, um. Getting some air, and - " You handsome idiot, Draco. You know exactly what youâre doing donât you? Its almost like heâs actually telling them that they were doing the do. Which is essentially what heâs trying to do.
 "Of course," Draco assured Emilia, slipping an arm around Hermione's waist. At the unexpected motion, Hermione glanced around, realizing that several of the guests who were wandering the first floor had begun curiously watching them. She felt relieved, oddly, for Draco's ever-surprisingly keen perception. "Of course we can fetch Daisy's things for her," he said loudly, "right, sweetheart?"She feels relieved because heâs there!!! You know I think this is the first fic where dracoâs much better at this sneaking thing than Hermione, like infinitely better, must be because heâs an assassin on his best days. I think this is also the first fanfic of olivieâs where you see why they were sorted into the houses they were.
"Does this silhouette look familiar to you?" he asked, and she frowned, uncertain. "It looks," he pressed, dropping his voice to a whisper, "a bit like the person is slouching." Oh my god, is that Emmett ????? NONONONO!!!! MISSION ABORT!!!! RUN! ITâS A TRAP!! ITâS A FUCKING TRAP!!!!!
"Who specifically do you serve?" Hermione pressed, but Draco shook his head, tightly gripping her arm.
NONONONONO!!!! JUST LEAVE FUCKERS!!!! Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
"We have to get out of here," NO SHIT SHERLOCK!!!
he hissed in her ear, moving to draw his wand, but at a small, throat-clearing cough from the doorway, they both froze in place.
"So sorry about this," called a deeply insincere Emmett Carnegie, "but I'm afraid I have to be certain I haven't sacrificed my daughter for nothing." Â SHIT. OH GOD, YOU ARE IN SUCH DEEP SHIT. FUCK.
And then, before Hermione could speak, she caught the motion of the elf snapping his fingers, ridding her of consciousness as the floor rose up to swallow them whole. FUCKING OBVIOUSLY THEY HAD TO LOSE CONSCIOUSNESS. OH GOD THE CHAPTERâS DONE??? ON A CLIFFHANGER? NONONONO!!!!
An hour later,
Now that I am in stable condition, not completely stable of course but stable enough to speculate. I would just like to say, that chapter was mindblowing, like I can feel that these are all the small things that are going to come to a crescendo and be a complete fucked up mess.(in a good way). And that cliffhanger, I donât know how I didnât see that coming at all!!! Of course this is olivieblakeâs fic, so if it doesnât end in a cliffhanger then itâs a sin, so of course it has to end in a cliffhanger, but no! did I expect it? No.
Okay so reactions done. That was 1402wisegirl, over and out.
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