#I can’t stop thinking about them

[juicebox72664]

Yes, Dazai’s jealous

Dazai was a possessive man, especially of Chuuya, and he wasn’t even trying to hide his glare at the man talking to Chuuya.

They’d been talking for just a little too long.

Sitting just a little too close.

And touching just a little too much.

He wanted to kill the guy; but Chuuya would be mad if he blew the mission; he might make him sleep on the couch.

So he stayed where he was.

That changed very quickly.

It changed the second Chuuya looked uncomfortable.

He knew Chuuya could take care of himself.

He also knew Chuuya would do whatever it took to get the mission done.

So he marched straight over there, interjecting himself into the conversation without hesitation, covering up his distain for the man with a very fake smile; and he’s sure the man knew it was fake because he gave a similar one.

“Sorry; I really must borrow Chuuya for a moment.”

He didn’t miss the glare that Chuuya shot him; this might be the only chance they have to get the intel they needed.

That didn’t stop Dazai from forcibly pulling Chuuya away.

Once they were far enough away from the man, Chuuya pulled wrist away. “What the fuck, Osamu? I had him.” He would be yelling, but he didn’t want to attract attention.

“We can ‘have him’ another way.” Dazai remarks, his jealousy, and not to mention his hatred for the man, lacing his voice.

Chuuya crosses his arms over his chest. “I cannot believe you.” He rubs the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, I’m going to try to salvage this.”

Dazai grabs his wrist before he can leave, pulling his back against his chest.

“Osamu.” He says evenly. “Let go.”

Dazai hold only tightens. “I don’t want him around you.” He grumbles.

“I know.” Chuuya turns around in his hold, cupping his face. “I just need to get the information, and when we get home, you can have me all to yourself.”

Dazai groans, but relents, letting Chuuya go. “I expect your full attention.” He pouts.

Chuuya laughs and pecks his lips. “You got it.” Then he turns heel and heads back to the man that Dazai hopes he’ll be allowed to kill after the mission.

[swiftsalad]

Thought experiment, just hear me out:

So Daniel “I don’t remember, that’s why I’m asking” Molloy could be remembering bits and pieces of 70’s-80’s Devil’s minion now that he’s remembered the majority of what happened in San Fran. BUT instead of it being memories that make sense, it’s all out of order and they don’t make any sense similar to how he remembered San Fran.(this is usually how memory loss works, but not how it’s often represented in media) so what if he’s remembering Devil’s minion except for the important stuff. Then you layer on the fact that his memory has been erased so what if, even with all his will power he can’t remember Armand’s face while all the dm stuff is happening. And I can imagine the horrifying feeling of trying to explore these memories and seeing the soiled sheets, feeling the bite on his neck, feeling his hands tangled into someone’s hair and telling himself “turn your head, look at him, all you have to do is turn your head, he’s right there!” But he can’t because the man’s face is just a black hole, an erased memory, an identity he can never confirm on his own. UGH it’s violating, it’s horrifying, and yearning for more all at once.

I’m theorizing that erasing a “whole” memory(multiple events, faces, feeling, actions, etc.) is a lot harder than erasing one persons face from someone’s memory. So what if that’s why there were so many cracks in Daniel’s false memory that allowed him to recover what was lost PLUS this was made easier because Louis was helping with his own memories. I really think that if Armand just tweaked Daniel’s memory to forget his face, it would hold longer since Daniel would still remember fucking up his life, all the lows, all the highs(literally) and of course he would attribute any lapse in memory to “well I remember being high so I was probably on another bender” when in reality there is a nightmare twink standing behind him the whole time but he’s just so perfectly out of frame so Daniel doesn’t see his face. And it’s everywhere he looks, a picture has a perfect smudge to cover this man’s face, his memory has literal black spots over this man’s face, and then none of his friends remember this strange man. Like could you imagine being haunted by a faceless man that you feel a magnetic pull towards. AND even when you can’t remember, you still feel him there, he’s in every corner, every room, every bed, every lover, every town, every city, every state and every country. So it’s so real when Louis says, “You were there, Daniel.” And all he can say is “I don’t remember, that’s why I’m asking.” Cause he’s so painfully aware that he was there, he just can’t shake the feeling that someone else was also there.

[fedzzzart]

“It was prairie fire”💥✨

[foreignemotion]

jayce and viktor seeing each other with no armour nor weapons in their final conversation together. jayce and viktor speaking face to face with both who they were and what they’ve become. jayce and viktor both having white hair and bodies in their projections; they are pure and good when faced with one another at the end. jayce and viktor holding one another in their final moments, and being with the one person they’d rather be with than anyone else. jayce and viktor who both started and ended this. jayce and viktor whose love changed the world. jayce and viktor…

[bragginball-z]

[dxmianwaynesstuff]

jayce and viktor.

on absolute devotion.

[ the amber spyglass - philip pullman | for life - beau taplin | trista mateer | euripides - anne carson | blue is the warmest color - abdellatif kechiche | h of h playbook - anne carson | queen of shadows - sarah j. mass ]

[fairylwt]

post tkm andreil makes me so feral. imagine them going on drives at 3am just because they can. neil falling asleep on andrew when they’re laying on the couch. andrew giving neil forehead kisses. neil hugging andrew from behind. andrew buying fruits for neil even though he himself hates them. neil trying to bake sweets for andrew. them holding hands when they’re sitting next to each other. them studying russian together to be able to talk without their friends understanding. them getting cats and referring to each other as “dad” when talking to the cats. andrew buying neil a camera for him to take pictures of their shared life. them staying together and loving each other.

[checkadii]

Hhhoougghhghhh

[bigdumbbambieyes]

I read somewhere that Zaunites consider a forehead to forehead touch to be more meaningful than a kiss, so it got me thinking that maybe Jayce and Viktor would agree to compromise about casual yet meaningful affection that fulfills both of them

Like, Jayce is about the leave the lab for a council meeting so he goes over to Viktor, who’s sitting at his desk, and gently places a hand on the nape of his love’s neck while mumbling, “I’ll be back,” with a gentle smile — and when Viktor looks up at him, Jayce bends down to gently press his forehead to Viktor’s, their eyes closing to savour the moment.

And Viktor mutters something like, “I’ll be here,” before lifting his chin and softening his mouth, so sweet as he gives Jayce a kiss, lingering there to savour the warmth of his lips against his.

They look at one another as they part, Jayce smiling wide while Viktor smiles shyly, both feeling a warmth in their chests before they return to their duties.

[belleyousra]

There is something I love about Klaroline and it will always make me ship them more than any other pairing with these characters.

The fact that Caroline Forbes is just Caroline Forbes.

Sometimes I see the argument that « Klaus’ interest in Caroline is foolish and came out of nowhere ».

But? That’s precisely what I love about them. The fact that he didn’t have any reason to fall for her in the first place. After all, she’s just a high school girl in a small town and a regular vampire he found himself drawn to because of her essence and not because of anything about her that could benefit him in some way.

This proves how his love for her was genuine and how it just can’t be matched. Ever.

She wasn’t from any important lineage. She wasn’t a powerful witch, not a doppelgänger, not some girl with important relatives he could firstly use at his own benefit. Yet, he always thought of her as stronger than anyone else.

She was just Caroline Forbes. A girl who had no choice but to fight for herself and found her strength by her own means. He loved her entirely for that and for nothing else. 🤍

[thesmallestgir1]

“In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you”

[cassioxro]

real academia is putting the word “ineffable” into your paper on dark matter to see if anyone gets the reference

[joicecubes]

been thinking about the ways fiddleford and stan would force each other to take care of themselves. like, in the days they would hypothetically spend working together to try and get ford back.

fiddleford, being both a scientist and tirelessly devoted to ford, is probably a massive workaholic. he forgets to eat, forgets to drink water, complains about a “poundin’ headache” and ponders out loud what kind of pill he should take to tide it over until he can finish what he’s working on. stan, also terrible at taking care of himself but with a few working brain cells he uses for something OTHER than complex math equations, is the one who asks him when the last time was that he drank water instead of coffee. and it’s only then that fiddleford is bullied into taking a brain break. stan threatens to rip up his papers if he doesn’t go down a glass of water right now and fiddleford would rather die than see stan follow through on that promise. even though he would never. they’re both too committed to their mission. but truthfully, its the thought that counts, and fiddleford breaks past his brain fog with that first sip of water while smiling into his glass.

similarly, stan isn’t really used to having food and a roof over his head, much less a constant supply of running water. the guy probably forgets to shower, that or he just feels too hopeless to care. not to mention the way his hair has grown out so much that he struggles to take care of it, to brush it, to wash it. i wonder if it would be fiddleford in this timeline who first cuts his hair to get that matted mullet off his neck. and i wonder if stan finds himself close to tears when that weight’s off his shoulders. maybe fiddleford would help wash the remainder, and stan would joke about feeling like he’s in some old barbershop for the first time since he was a teenager. its hard to joke after that, when he gets choked up with the tragedy and intimacy of it all, but the silence is ambience enough for fiddleford to finish shampooing. and he tells him afterwards that he looks like a new man.

[coloredlion]

NPMD art dump featuring ruthanie, aroace richie, and 3AM doodles

[icemavs]

— and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone (Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles)

[riothegreenwitch]

Coryo and Lucy Gray are so “you say I killed you? Haunt me then” coded