#//hi katya

[almostsweetangel]

rewatched goncharov last night and im down on my knees foaming at the mouth bc in the market sofia said 'all memory is treachery' and the last thing katya says to her is 'i wonder how you will remember me'

[swedenis-h]

Aaanywayss here’s a redraw of my favorite scene from Goncharov 1973

[mjulmjul]

Katya / Goncharov

[renonv]

Messy messy comic about Erze on her gay journey to meet Ukraine and Gilbert helps out like a champ 👍

[aeteut]

sirius is soo silly for believing remus is the traitor and still loving him so much, not leaving him or telling anyone

By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.

[bruciemilf]

Matt Reeves has the potential to give us the funniest comedic duo with Martinez and Bruce.

Martinez, bored out of his mind, sipping on his Barbie ice coffee: Gun to your head, would you rather kiss Joker or Riddler?

Bruce, who wanted a barbie drink too but was too awkward to order: Gun to my head? Pull the trigger

Martinez: wh E E Z E

[covntcovntessa]

[bagofbonesmp3]

it's so funny how good omens fans are complaining about a leak of a spoiler of the angel and the demon kissing when it was actually a pride promotion spot from Amazon prime. that's not a leak that's called a teaser trailer and also gay baiting

[yassifiedautism]

I haven’t seen the movie in years but when I saw that people are finally talking about it again I knew what I had to do

[rugwurm]

gals and pals!!

[dear-ao3]

TO THE PERSON NEXT TO ME WHO IS MAKING KPOP FANCAMS ON THE DELAYED TRAIN IF YOU CAN HEAR ME ITS ME HI IJ THE BATMAN SHIRT.

[homicidalbrunette]

Just want to remember this little moment always because it's so sweet and intimate

[spacemoth-matt]

Book XI Ivan Karamazov

[petrovna-zamo]

[erial-c]

me listening to guy's audios while 80% of his references fly over my head

[libraryscarf]

sofia is waiting outside the old theater and you still have time (you don't have time, none of you have ever had time). you could drop the knife into the ocean, take the apple out of your coat pocket and bite it with fierce disdain for the passage of precious seconds (you are running out, you are all running out, the hourglass tips and settles.)

you do not drop the knife. you do not bite the apple.

you have eaten steel and it is in your voice when you tell him he is about to die, that his time has run out (hasn’t yours? aren’t you seated comfortably in your train car, hurtling merrily toward the cliff’s edge?) he lets you speak your piece to him, which is worse than any answering rage. he is barely in front of you. he is already a ghost.

“do you think there’s anything better waiting for you?” you say, your voice soft and silver and deadly, the eaten steel. in your hand, the unhidden knife. andrey does not flinch, like the dead do not flinch.

“do you think it waits for any of us?” (sofia waits outside the theater, looking at her wrist. her watch has stopped. it is one minute before midnight.)

"not for me, katya," he says. he does not say, but perhaps for you.

he smiles. his coat is streaked with rusty stains, his fingers burnt by gunpowder. in his eyes, you see the end of everything.