#**~the wine in my veins~**

[prophetofthemuse]

Someone should put a muzzle on me and tie a rope around my neck to serve as a leash. I should be able to hunt and chase and devour like a wolf. I should be made to bark and protect and serve like a guard dog. I should be an animal.

[prophetofthemuse]

If I drank an entire bottle of vodka, I think I’d be dead from alcohol poisoning. That being said, I could write poetry of that nature while sober, it would simply be much more embarrassing to write down and allow someone to read/hear. But I could do it.

Elijah’s poetry is usually so beautiful and flowery and softly spoken… YBMT sounds like what would happen if you asked him to write poetry after downing an entire bottle of vodka /hyp

[veinsfullofstars]

🍷 Kirbtober 2024 Day 22: Ship or Hangout 🍷

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Daroach and Dark Meta Knight overindulging on “fancy grape juice” together, their faces brightly flushed from the several bottles standing empty around them. The thief sits with a glass held loosely in one paw, laughing and resting the other paw on the unmasked knight’s head as he lays sprawled over Daroach’s torso, disgruntled but not particularly inclined to move, his wing lazily draped over them both. END ID.)

“Ha! Who's the *hic* lightweight now, sunshine?”

“Mmrrghshuddup. Smartass rat with your stupid pretty mouth stupid mmghngh..."

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Started on 10/02/24, finished on 10/03/24. | Kirbtober 2023 Comp

[andy-clutterbuck]

4x02 | Infected

[mangofresca]

halcyon | 18+

Romano feels like he’s dancing in his sleep, that shifting, swaying motion like waves across the beach and toes dragging through sand, like water and rhythm pulling his chest high, his shoulders low, stretching out his hips, his knees, his ankles. The soft cotton of his pillowcase scratches and tickles at his cheekbone when he turns his head into it, wisping itself against his clavicle, and he sighs against it, lets it swallow his breath the same way it swallows the heat of his body, an echo of warmed contentment and easy dreaming.

The mattress beneath him dips, and he almost pushes away the palm that slides across his stomach, his sternum, but it’s warm, too, and Romano always liked being warm, and he liked being warm beneath this hand even more. He leans into it, instead, keeps his eyes closed, and he makes a small noise that’s half deliberate and half desultory—because he does mean to acknowledge Spain, but he doesn’t mean to acknowledge him like a cat waking from a nap in lazy, dozy sunbeams, purring.

But that’s fine. That’s fine. He knows Romano sometimes sounds like that when he’s waking, and even not, just sometimes when he’s beneath the pads of Spain’s fingers, and Romano feels fine when the mattress dips again and Spain hovers over him, knees sweetly nudging his apart.

Romano keeps his eyes closed when lips skim his jaw, keeps himself ensconced in the soft sunlight that shines itself across his eyelids. It’s good like this, he thinks. It’s nice. He can hear himself breathe with an awareness he never really has when he’s around Spain, always too preoccupied with other things, irrelevant things—what he’s doing, what he’s not, what he could be doing to Spain, instead. He likes being conscious of it, of his body and his reactions, and he sighs again when that palm moves to his side, his rib cage and lower, fingers skimming over his thigh as they drag heated sheets down, away.

There’s a laugh twinkling in his ear, something bright and charmed, and his skin pricks with cognizance when he feels the breath of it, lips curving into a smile against his cheek. “Awake yet?”

Spain speaks his vowels in a whisper, his consonants always catching on the tip of his tongue, and Romano’s shoulder shifts back in a shiver, presses into the bed when soft breeze meets skin, humid and carrying the smell of midmorning sunrise.

He makes a noise again, some groaned mhm that rumbles itself up his chest and out his throat, that gets lost somewhere around his lips when the heat of Spain’s laughter leaves his cheek and instead drifts across his nipple—and the gasp that leaves him is a surprised one.

He feels stupid like this, naïve, foolish, as if he isn’t war- and weather-worn, born and raised in the echoing, thundered footsteps of the Roman Empire, older than the New World and older still, as if his own sand dunes aren’t his brothers, the rolling fields his sisters. But this is his life now: homes across his country and Spain’s, furnished with soft beds and yellow kitchens and flowing curtains that always let the light in, because neither of them ever really do well when away from the sun, too used to its bite to go without for longer than a day, two. He wakes, now, to sheets that settle across the curves of his body, to someone in his bed, wiggling his legs until they settle around tanned hips, to sea-chapped lips that hum the song of his name until he is something melodious, made of more than sinew and sand, of memory.

Spain whispers his name, a question carried softly through balmy air and that sounds so fucking in love Romano almost opens his eyes, almost gives into the needling whine of it—

But Spain always did his best work when given a task, and Romano knows Spain has no qualms about being set to work on Romano, no end to the things he would let Spain do to him, and though his mouth goes dry as Spain nips at his throat and presses a finger against him, he can only find the energy to laugh, just dry air, enough to breathe Spain in, too.

When Spain dips down and kisses him, Romano kicks the sheets up and over Spain’s back. They are still warm, and so is he.

[fallout-lou-begas]

never posted this one but this shot from my parents' house back in Easter is a strong second-place contender for my hardest mirror selfie of the year. first-place is this one obviously

[sarishim]

@sunomaly / "I wish people would stop asking me how I'm feeling."

"It's my job to fucking care. Not even that, it's just basic fucking empathy." Gabriel replied coldly.

[folklorianhaze]

driving with my husband and we're listening to Taylor and he mentions he's not the biggest fan of I Know Places, so I gasp and say "I LOVE I Know Places!" and look at him in horror. He laughs and says matter-of-factly, "You love everything on this album!"

It's true, I am such a 1989 stan it's not even funny

[crossbackpoke-check]

glad to see that d3 vid made it to you as well because ohmigosh... i've watched it like 6 times already and it's still just as wild and good as the first time. like the way they all had an answer?? imagining them sitting around having conversations about who they'd like to marry on the team - not to mention the way babies were mentioned more than once. these kids are/have been on tumblr and ao3, they know what's up lol

(also side note one of the guys who said mason, he said it was bc mason was a good cuddler which sent me too - so you guys have cuddled. regularly. like WOW.) not even gonna talk about the one who picked his brother though wanting someone to do your taxes is so real

rotating "hopeless romantic + old school" in my mind, like what does that even mean?? flowers and chocolates and kissing you goodnight at your dorm room? does he pull out a chair for you before you sit down? idk, it was such a sweet and genuine answer

tldr i love them all and can we get more teams doing this please? i've never paid attention to d3 in my life but suddenly i need to know more

- @bondedpairs

every time i watch the video i just start laughing so hard, it brings me so much joy and i cannot thank kasper moregraceful enough for bringing it into all of our lives 🥺 *

AND now i get to pitch that i think everybody should watch more college/local hockey to have that type of joy all the time!!! tickets are usually pretty decently priced, you get your narratives right in front of you (my notes app has some. thoughts) and you get the same emotional attachment and watch your guys develop throughout their careers!!! a lot of the time you can find really fun social media for college teams in particularly because of student media programs but if you are not already an ahl watcher: may i recommend stalking their youtube channels. lehigh valley phantoms spelling bee videos are one of my favorite things in the entire world and the milwaukee ads have a lot of fun content too!!

[crimson-nail]

Tell me some Elendira headcanons please. I feel like you get her like I do.

while she may look like she has the refined palette of a professional wine connoisseur her favorite drink in actuality is a fruity little beverage with a paper umbrella and a cherry in it. she’s here for a fun time, always

[prophetofthemuse]

Someone should make me bark… put me on a leash, collar me… you might even have to strap a muzzle on me to stop me from biting~~ ❤️

I could overpower you so easily, and how I want so badly to, but I’ll be a good boy for you and you alone, just let me have you, I beg you, I need you, so let me have you~~ ❤️

[faaun]

WARNING: The penalty for trespassing on the railway is £1000.

[slugluvvr]

everyone who says taylor swift has the most amazing lyrics that are so deep and have so many double meanings has clearly never heard ANY will wood songs

[tea-stained]

bites and scratches and scratches and bites and bites and scratches and bites and every fucking moment im alive is painful i am a horrible person i should die and even more horrible death (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) i hate it here i hate talking to people i lost the fucking script again shits fucked this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this hurts this FUCKING HURTS i am burning alive and the burn isnt even slow its not even fucking fun anymore i am crashing burning i forgot how to fly /you used to be kind/ /you got worse again/ fuck you shut up shut up my head hurts my heart hurts my bones hurt i dont care i want to decay i want to rot i want to rise again only to be laid to an unpeaceful rest again im sceraming innpain icant i cant i cant i cant i cant i cant i cant i cant i cant AAAAAAAAHAHSHSHJSH GOD THIS FUCKING SUCKS THAT'S HILARIOUS YOU WENT AND DONE IT AGAIN HUH YOU FUCKED UP EVERYTHING AGAIN NO WONDER YOU ALWAYS END UP ALONE maybe this time ill succeed 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[sarishim]

do you remember how we met?

“Things that early are a bit hazy to me now.” Gabriel admitted, “I do remember you did not want to talk to Michael or I.”

[guardianscry]

jerma shoots poop out of his eyes

this is the new water into wine its tears into poop everyone clap and cheer