#BUT. I will? insane song

[menlove]

everyone asks "what happened in india" but no one ever asks "why did paul write I will in india and why is it genuinely and literally just verbatim the story of how him and john met" huh

[sylvs0l]

“You’d turn on me after all we’ve been through?”

[meziniart]

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

[andi-o-geyser]

a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind

[aeonmnei]

— “‘samu, stop,” you whisper, as he finds you at the opposite corner of the bed yet again. “it’s so hot.” the fan drones on, making little creaks as it oscillates. it does nothing to quell the heat. if anything, it just cycles the hot air around you, making the bedroom akin to a rotary oven.

what also doesn’t help is the six-foot human space heater in your bed.

osamu groans, his arm coming around your waist to pull you against his bare chest. “stop kickin’ me,” he mumbles. “i wanna hold ya.” he nuzzles his face in your neck, kissing it.

it would be sweet, if his body heat wasn’t the same as an elephant’s. he’s sweltering, and your shoulder sticks to his chest as you try to move away. osamu practically whines as you do. “stop leavin’ meeeee.”

a blast of heat envelopes you as he tries to pull you close again, and you let out a huff. “m’not leaving you, ‘samu, i told you, it’s boiling in here,” you tell him, hitching a leg over his hip to get some air. “s’not my fault,” he mutters petulantly, his big, hot hand reaching over to rest on your leg.

this boy…!

you give another huff. not even thirty seconds later, there’s a low snore that rumbles behind you. “how are you even asleep?” you whisper incredulously, turning to see his peaceful expression. “m’holdin’ ya,” he mumbles sleepily in reply. he inhales deeply, breathing you in. “i love ya.”

guess you can’t be mad about that.

[condensed-ink]

[abyssalzones]

put me to work

[voice crack] hey guys I remembered how to draw

[sennamaticart]

Running Running Running

[saessenach]

What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Jon Snow - and family that haunts him, because sometimes ghosts make for the best love stories.

[dreamaboutwhathappens]

i love the…. almost horror aspects of this album. all the references to ghosts and death…. and sonically, the unexpected shrieking in WAOLOM and the banging and screaming during “old habits die screaming” and even the way the tension subtly builds across the sixteen tracks and by the end you’re so stressed and shaken it’s like! losing your sense of self and feeling like you’ve become a monster is horror. and i’m sooooo glad she leaned into it

[calicorobin]

ii2 is back

[abilai]

Fastest Wei Wuxian for his BIRTHDAYYYYYY

[woof-squiggles]

so SING ALONG, it's such a SILLY SONG !

THE CACKLING CAROUSEL / it spins and never STOPS !!

reference under cut!

[pickl-o]

sooo,, ii15 am i right?

[vintrage]

fire cannot kill a dragon BITCH

[wavetapper]

rb this and tag your favourite soundtracks! they can be anything like games or movies or shows or whatever i wanna know what the best ones are 👀