#[ bro is vibrating ]

[choccy-milky]

nothing like some rest and relaxation after a long day of travelling 😇💕 ((from my oneshot! ao3/wattpad))

[acmeoop]

Daddy!!! You’re Back From Puru! “Rabbit’s Feat” (1960)

[akkivee]

[mittenslikescats]

Wdym this isn’t what happened in DR?

[nicolefirekitty]

he's a dick but he's right

[silversnakedemon]

Watching Spies Are Forever in London was all I could ever hope for and more. I wish I could commit every detail to memory because it was so brilliant I barely have the words to describe it. All the actors where amazing, the band was amazing, and the entire community was amazing.

If you got one of my bracelets/keyrings, I hope you like them! Thank you to everyone who traded with me, everything I received is so beautiful and I’m so grateful for them.

Much love to the new cast. Genuinely love each actor’s take on their own character and now I know I need to see Operation Mincemeat lol. Everyone sounded so good too, I need their versions of the songs pumped into my veins just as much as I need the original recordings.

I hope everyone enjoyed the show as much as I did because I know I will be rotating this in my head for weeks, if not months. I will forever be grateful of TCB and this community for making this one of the best experiences ever

[hexastitchimera]

The second you stop looking at screaming babies in public as being one (1) cause out of thousands more for your spontaneous irritation flare-ups, the sooner you see they're in the exact same distress as you are, just more vocal about it.

[mercyedes]

more hambone behind the scenes 🤍🤍 -> from jordan's insta!

[doctor-octiddius]

bro is MAJESTIC. bro is ETHEREAL.

[artfulacrostic]

HAHA yikes noticed that miles-42's jacket (that miles-1610 puts on in a hurry to cover his suit) is prowler colors (green and purple) while miles-1610's own jacket (which gwen puts on to cover her suit) is red and blue; spidey colors. i saw so much prowler-spidey color symbolism EVERYWHERE on my rewatch they put so much detail into these movies HELP

[radioiaci]

▹@electriccapitalist continued from here.

It is the only intimacy he knows.

Every word, every utterance of his intent is truthful - so often does he enjoy toying with Vox's emotions and yet in this moment, he has never been more bare in his own desire to seek to understand. Both for his own self-serving need to discover; the barest form of exploration in which he can pick apart the life-giving mechanisms of someone he's spent far too much time thinking about in the depths of his solitary years apart. Too many years left wondering, left waiting - fervent in memories of that warm blue glow that leaves him awash with a near lustful mental glimpses of the wires and tubing behind that glass.

Said imaginations never once leaving him be, even when he returns to see all has changed. Even now that Vox looks at him with such contempt, the desire still remains. To lay him bare and remind him of the strangling, stifling need to nestle so deeply into his entrails that they no longer feel the divide between them and seemingly never had.

He is stony when his coat is grasped, red gaze staring down in deadened apathy when he is begged.

But he is stirred. In his own tilted and festering heart, he knows that there is opportunity here that he has been yearning for and it is growing more and more difficult to ignore with the other pleading on his knees in a way that looks so poisonously beautiful. He always has been, Vox. Churning hatred in those eyes or otherwise. Even as he crumbles and sobs and warbles in that self-pitying tone, Alastor's gaze is unwavering. Until his staff is extended, pressing the tip of it to the underside of Vox's head to tilt it back upright to look at the radio demon proper.

"My knives are sharper than you think."

It's a reassurance in words that only spell out how definitively confident Alastor is that he can embolden the other with the splitting of flesh and worship of what lays within. They are both, in ways, horrific in nature - twisted and corrupted by too much of their own prideful machinations. Alastor's marred body that remains so tightly confined beneath layers of fabric has never been much different. A sordid reality.

His voice seeps through interference and waves of radio signal that practically permeate the air, the deep bass puncturing heavily through them to ensure that Vox hears him. Not just audibly.

He wants Vox to feel every word.

"Allow me to make you feel w h o l e again."

[acmeoop]

Desert Fall “Bugs Bunny Gets The Boid” (1942)

[theo-grayson]

playing the our life dlc for the first time. .. . ohbg.. . .

[faaun]

pls i need to provide updates

[queseraphita]

Lies of P could exist in Yoko Taro's Drakenier universe, and no one would even notice it being anywhere out of place

*smacks my string conspiracy board*

WHITE CHOLORNATION SYNDROME

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Kentucky when someone mentions horses (pls let him ramble about horses he will love you forever):