Ben Barnes and Michael B Jordan @ GQ and Gap celebration of 2014.

Is it usual, what it is between us when I touch you?
no, this isn’t usual, it’s d i f f e r e n t

alianovnna: happy birthday *throws confetti*

thank you tami! yaaaaay confetti!!! 

Anonymous: Happy birthday!!!

Thank you! 

ben-barness:

Ben Supports Emma Watson’s newly launched ‘HeForShe’ campaign. HeForShe is a solidarity movement for gender equality, aiming to bring one half of humanity in full support of the other half, to show that we are all the same. Check out a photo of Ben holding his #HeForShe sign in our gallery.(x)

I am officially on vacation, I decided to go on a 7 day cruise to celebrate my 22th bday. So starting tomorrow i will most likely not be online.So i am on hiatus until next week. I left my bestie andria in charge of benbarness yes! ANDRIA WILL BE KEEPING AN EYE ON BEN BARNESS! i know i think she was drunk when she agreed. anyway bye guys i hope you have a nice week. xoxo - jei 

Ben Barnes & Leighton Meester in by the gun 

He lifted me to my feet then, and bent his head to kiss me. It went on a long while, and his hands roamed downward, finding the fastening of my petticoat. It fell to the floor in a billow of starched flounces, leaving me in my chemise. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again. “I said I was a virgin, not a monk,” he said, kissing me again. “If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.” He pressed me firmly to him, and I could feel that he was more than ready to get on with the business at hand. With some surprise, I realized that I was ready too. In fact, whether it was the result of the late hour, the wine, his own attractiveness, or simple deprivation, I wanted him quite badly. I pulled his shirt loose at the waist and ran my hands up over his chest, circling his nipples with my thumbs. They grew hard in a second, and he crushed me suddenly against his chest. “Oof!” I said, struggling for breath. He let go, apologizing. “No, don’t worry; kiss me again.” He did, this time slipping the straps of the chemise down over my shoulders. He drew back slightly, cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipples as I had done his. I fumbled with the buckle that held his kilt; his fingers guided mine and the clasp sprang free. Suddenly he lifted me in his arms and sat down on the bed, holding me on his lap. He spoke a little hoarsely. “Tell me if I’m too rough, or tell me to stop altogether, if ye wish. Anytime until we are joined; I dinna think I can stop after that.” In answer, I put my hands behind his neck and pulled him down on top of me. I guided him to the slippery cleft between my legs. “Holy God,” said James Fraser, who never took the name of his Lord in vain. “Don’t stop now,” I said.

reginamilllz:

"I don’t want normal, and easy, and simple. I want painful, difficult, life-changing, devastating, passionate, extraordinaryl o v e.”

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I think escapism is very important, certainly in my life. I love nothing more than escaping into the world of a film or a novel. To be involved in creating that for other people is a privilege. - Ben Barnes

"Everything is public, relayed, connected. And I can not say that I totally do not care. I have to decide alone if it devastates me or not. And I’ve decided that this fame was not going to fuck me up."