#headsindreams

[whenemmafallsinlove]

Positive hour for Taylor! Taylor, your music has withstood the tests of time and stood by us through our darkest times, as well as the happiest moments in our life. I promise you this, we WILL stand by you no matter what. No one will be able to silence you, for we will be your voice when you are told to be quiet. We will show you the love and support you have shown us and that is a promise we'll always keep.

yes this!!!

POSITIVE HOUR FOR TAYLOR! SEND ALL THE THINGS TO MAKE HER SMILE!!

[magziraphale]

Combat boots? :D

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

Hmm..yes and no I guess. If someone is genuinely sorry for hurting me or they just fucked up I’m very inclined to be forgiving. Everybody does shitty things sometimes and constantly holding grudges is poison.

However, I have learned not to be a doormat after years of putting up with emotional abusers. If you repeatedly prove that you don’t value me, I’m done. No grudges or arguments, I’m just done. I don’t need that in my life anymore.

Ask me things

[qed221b]

headsindreams

  When you’re trying to be productive but the cat...

*reaches out* your cat is GORGEOUS

Haha he’s a big pretty boy - and getting snugglier in his old age, which is both nice and inconvenient because. 

He seems to have taken it upon himself to decide when I need a break (those instances seem to conveniently coincide with when he wants attention XD)

[paintingraves]

Dude, in relation to The Gift, what about mortality do you think Percival would miss the most?

He’d miss being human. 

[natecchi]

Colin Farrell / Percival Graves

Phone Wallpaper [540x960px] + Photoset [6 x 268x200px]

commissioned by @headsindreams! Thank you very much!

[mamin-the-troll]

Sneezing my head off because sinuses, but your bitty Newt makes me smile

Awwwww baby I hope you get well sooooon. Shoo! Go away sinuses! You aren’t welcome here! *hugs you*

[viggos-mortensen]

@headsindreams replied to your post “look i really appreciate the new stills bUT ITS BEEN 9 MONTHS AND I...”

I AGREE. UNLESS YOU'RE GOING TO SHOW PICS OF HIM BEING RESCUED, I CAN'T TAKE "NEW" PICS OF OLD SCENES

THANK YOU. Like, I’m not at all complaining about the new pics (they made my morning tbh) but its been a long time and I was really hoping for at least some information on the whole Graves situation because we literally know nothing about him apart from Gondulphus Graves being his ancestor and his position at MACUSA. Like, WE DON’T EVEN KNOW HIS ILVERMORNY HOUSE :/

I JUST....

HE SEEMED LIKE A REALLY INTERESTING CHARACTER WITH SO MUCH POTENTIAL.

[questionartbox]

Tag

Was tagged by sweet @headsindreams to describe an art project in progess with a single sentence! What a fun idea :0 I have way too many wip projects but here's an OC thing that I've been sitting with for a while:

The club bustling with life in celebration, the owner watching their handiwork.

Tagging @axilarts @kaisukidoodles​ @thelastpinkbunny​ if you feel like it :D

[cptnbvcks]

Ok but think abt phone sex with javi (I mean it IS cannon that if you call him at work saying you want his cock in you, he'll run out of the office like it's on fire to go fuck)

dial tone (javier peña x reader)

words: 1.3k

rating: mature/explicit (18+)

summary: you decide to have some fun with javi (and murphy) after feeling a little bored while he’s at work. 

warnings: phone sex, female masturbation, mild murphy tease/cuckhold-y. 

a/n: its kinda short kinda hot might blueball you too i’m sorry

(gif source: @december-nimbus​)

“Hey, Murph, is Javi there?”

Tucking the bulky landline receiver between his cheek and his shoulder, Murphy lifted his gaze from the growing molehill of paperwork that had slowly begun to consume the pair of crudely shoved together desks. 

The Embassy was busy tonight; the hallways humming low with indistinct conversations that all seemed a little too antsy for the time of night. The white-noise drawl was loud, but not loud enough to mask the pillow-soft voice at the other end of the line. Murphy shifted the phone closer to his ear.

“He’s a little tied up right now,” Murphy offered, casting a lazy glance over to the glass paneling that separated Messina’s office from the rest of the space. He bit down the smirk that tried to work its way from his mouth to his voice as he watched Javier pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance while mutedly listening to Messina chew him out, “Pissed off Messina again.” 

A hazy little laugh bubbled from the other side of the line, drawing its end on a breathless sigh. Murphy raised a brow, lowering his gaze to the phone cord as his thoughts pinwheeled around that airy amused sound. 

“I think he likes her,” your voice pulls molasses slow from your throat; slow and honeyed enough that it makes him swallow and shift the phone against his ear again, “He only pisses off people he likes.” 

“Then he must love me,” Murphy rallied back, winning another chimed laugh that made him feel like he’d been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar when his partner met his gaze from behind the glass walls. Murphy straightened his back and pointed to the receiver, mouthing your name as Javier began to respectfully wave Messina off.

“Oh, I think he loves you more than he loves me, Murph,” You sigh around his nickname and fight the smile that arches your lips at the pregnant pause that suspends the air with phone static. 

“If I knew any better, I might be jealous,” The words come more urgently now, catching heavy in your throat and Murphy can’t help but note that it sounds like you’re laying down. Even more so when he hears the soft fabric shuffle of sheets. His brain sputters as your words curl tighter. “Should I be jealous, Murph?” 

Murphy opens his mouth, bone dry and fumbling for a response as he watches Javier swing open Messina’s door. He clears his throat and tries again.

“No, ma’am,” he manages, swapping the phone from one ear to the other as Javier shakes his head at him before adding the folder in his hands to the cascading collection already pooling over the desks. Murphy follows his partner with his eyes as the man sits back heavily in the adjacent chair and makes no explicit move to take over the line of conversation.

Murphy arches a brow at the phone, and Javier shakes his head again as he drags his typewriter closer. 

A quiet hum purred through the warp of the phone line, testing the softer octaves of your vocal cords as the words pulled from your throat.

“You still there, Murph?” 

“We’re a little busy out here right now, sweetheart,” Murphy offers, his tone clipped and quick as he stared at Javier, who was doing a pointed job of working, “Want me to pass on a message—?” 

The words abruptly staggered to a halt in his mouth.

Did he just… hear you moan?

“I don’t think you can pass on this— this message, Stevie.” 

Oh.

Oh.

Your words are swallowed and thick and the sudden pause in Murphy’s words draws Javier’s attention just as the man juts the receiver out across the table for him to take. Murphy tips his head and shoots him a look that says you better take this.

The next voice you hear is Javier’s. Heady and deep and razing warm from his chest with that baritone that made your cunt clench with emptiness.

“Baby—” He exasperates into the receiver, his voice laden and heavy as he pins Murphy with an irate expression that quickly falters when you wrap your lips around his name and gasp for it like you’ve been holding your breath from the minute you called in. 

“Javi— Javi, baby—” 

Your words are light and triumphant and they hang in the air of little quick gasps that sound far too loud and too intimate for the ugly glaring fluorescents of the unquiet Embassy. He looks away from Murphy then, who’s making a point of distracting himself by tapping out a cigarette from its carton, and hunches down in his chair to shoulder the room. 

You whine again, a high and tight sound that makes his cock stir to life in his jeans. Javi casts his eyes across the room, lowering his voice when he speaks with those abrasive words masked with the thin veil of both threat and intrigue. “What do you think you’re doing, mija?”

“I just— mm, fuck— I miss you, Javi. Needed t-to hear your voice—” 

The sheets shuffle again, faster this time, and Javier doesn’t need to see you to know that it’s the sound of your feet kicking off the covers. He doesn’t need to be there to know that it’s your fingers curling and twisting deep in that pretty little pussy of yours that’s already so wet and aching and weeping for him.

Fuck, maybe if the Embassy was quieter he’d be able to hear every soaked noise it made while you listened to him speak. Instead, he presses the receiver closer to his ear.  

“I’m working, baby. I can’t—” 

You choke out a pathetic little noise then — a simpering tone that glimmers in the bedroom air every fucking time he digs the pad of his thumb up against your soft clit. He knows the way your thighs jolt every time he does it; the way it pulls the air, gasping and empty, right from your lungs. 

“Then put Murphy back on the line.” 

The baseless taunt drops into the pit of Javier’s stomach and coils hot and insidious and you’ve placed the checkmate that’s gotten him moving immediately. Murphy looks up from where he’s been pretending to read a Centra Spike transcript, watching now as Javier snuffs out his cigarette and impatiently yanks out the half-typed page from the typewriter reel.

“Say that again, sweetheart. See what happens.” 

Your cunt bottoms out at the warning; clenches wetly around your curled fingers until your hips instinctively roll harder into your palm. Your exhale catches clearly on the other end of the line and Javier stands up with enough suddenness that his chair skitters back across the tiled floor. 

“Javi?” Murphy voices his concern but Javier’s more focused on the hasty words that begin to fall from your mouth, and he knows you’re on the edge of something devastating with enough wickedness in you to try to drag him down too.

“Do you think he’d help me?” You croon, panting quick around every syllable as you listen to Javier’s breathing hitch to match your own, “Do you think he knows that I’ve got two fingers curled up in my pussy, thinking about you, Javi? I—I think he heard me. You know how loud I get s-sometimes. How wet—”

The line goes dead before you finish the thought. 

“I’m heading out,” he blurts out to Murphy, dropping the phone into its cradle before snatching up his leather jacket from the back of his seat and yanking it on, “I’ll be back in an hour.” 

“Don’t underestimate yourself, Javi.” 

There’s a note of amusement in Murphy’s voice and Javier pauses, one foot already ascending the step leading to the main exit. He stops and turns, watching as Murphy tucks his cigarette back into his mouth and pours himself a glass from the half-empty whiskey bottle. 

“Did she say something to you?” 

Murphy’s brow lifted as he looked from Javier’s pointed finger before meeting his half-accusing stare. He leaned back into his chair until it groaned in protest and raised his hands defensively. 

“Not a word.” 

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[dawn121389]

Please Reblog so @taylorswift can see this

I can't believe I'd come across a swiftie who'd buy me a LOVER DELUXE ALBUM. I AM SO EXCITED IT !!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING 😭😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH @headsindreams FOR BEING SUCH AN ANGEL. YOU REALLY MADE A HUGE EFFORT TO BUY ME THIS LOVER ALBUM! THANK YOU SO MUCH 💕😭😍 Swifties are so good and so kind! I hope you get to meet @taylorswift with the help of @taylornation . I hope she'd really have a concert in your country, Malaysia. And odc in mine as well, Philippines.

P.S. I can't find a pic to post so I posted my drawing instead lol

[thegravemistergraves]

♡

Send me “♡“

and I’ll write your url in my handwritting on a paper adding a little comment about how I feel about you or your muse.

We don’t talk much, But I stalk your writing

[questionboxjuliet]

HI JULIET. I LOVE YOU. YOU'RE AMAZING. BYEEEEE *shoves chibi Credence & Percival into your arms*

HI DIAN I LOVE YOU TOO MY VERY QUICK FRIEND TAKE CARE❤︎*pulls them into a big old hug* yessssssss

[qed221b]

*smashes in to your ask* DUDE. What if god of the Underworld Percival has an earthly form AND like a godly form that no mortals can lay their eyes on lest they bursr into flames? Complete with wings and black eyeliner and claws and stilettos >.>

*quietly adds it to the ‘to draw’ list*

But dude!!!! DUDE! Yes! Ah, I’ve got so many images springing to mind XD

[paintingraves]

*brings soft puppy to keep you company* I hope you feel better soon

weeeeeeee

[internalizedobscurial]

Someone compared Ezra Miller's beautiful outfits to vintage perfume bottles and it's adorable and so well done, link in the reblog @headsindreams I thought of you! ❤

[mamin-the-troll]

Hiiii. Your cute Newt offering me tissues was the best thing ever. LEMME GIVE YOU A HUG

fsgfhhll’jgfsg OF COURSE DARLING!!! *HUGS*