#It's not

[averageanyastan]

just saw short haired kaoru please send therapy

[chal-jeete-hai]

My girlfriend wants to know if you'd like to go rob a bank with her

Yes Mr stalker boyfriend...STOP GOING THROUGH ALL HER COMMENTS MADHU.. THAT'S CREEPY

[azaani-art]

For you people, to pat another's dog is a sudden urge, that gets satisfied as quick as it appears.

For me, it was a year and a half of preparing myself and I still think about it and am proud of myself a month after.

And then I wonder why I struggle to fit in.

[chubbykanmuses]

Will pout if you point it out to her though-

[ecstasydemon]

i love to engage in self destructive behavior and then get sad when it destroys me it's enriching and fulfilling

[peachylynnie]

wine

word count: 1.3k

synopsis: in which sylus is obsessed with your lips.

contains: sylus x mc!reader (not dating because i like tormenting him like that), alcohol consumption, horny sylus (not smut tho), suggestive themes, mentions of violence and blood, and LOTS of cussing.

a/n: i told myself i wouldn't write anything until i finish finals but sylus won. i'm also avoiding his myth spoilers since i didn't pull his pair yet. enjoy reading! do NOT copy or translate my work. sylus does NOT endorse plagiarism.

sylus wants to kiss you right now. he wants to kiss you so fucking badly, it hurts. 

you can't blame the man. you looked absolutely delectable right now. hair up, ears jeweled, eyes hooded, and back bared, oh, you looked so good in the dress he handpicked for you; he could just devour you whole and leave nothing to spare. 

and he would have no remorse for doing so either. the auction you two were at was filled with fucking nobodies. how dare they look at you, let alone breathe the same air as you? he's lost count of how many times he felt the urge to just demolish this shithole of a place. 

sylus sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. he knows he's being irrational. after all, he was the one who suggested you two attend this auction. you showed interest in an old manuscript that just so happened to be available only at this auction, and he would be damned if he didn't get you everything you could ever want. hell, you could even ask him for his heart, and he would tear it out of his cold chest, deliver it to your divine feet, get on his fucking knees, and beg for you to demand more of him. 

so, actually, you can blame him for the situation he is in. he was the one who picked the set you're wearing right now oh so ravishingly. he was the one who brought you to this stupid auction that's taking so long to get on with it already—where the fuck is the manuscript? but most importantly, he was the one who made your lips look so damn kissable right now. 

he knew what he was doing when he picked your lipstick for you. deep scarlet that would match his eyes and look good on you. but he never thought it would look this good on you. sylus curses under his breath, feeling his pants tighten around his crotch after remembering you bent over the sink to gaze at the mirror and paint your lips. he recalls how it took him everything not to stride over to you, spin you around, and slam his lips onto yours, hoping to get a smear of that majestic shade. 

oh, but it wasn't just the shade of your lips that drove him crazy. it was the texture, too. you must've been feeling heated because you go to take another sip of the wine in your hand. the matted, creamy lip print you leave on the glass has the silver-haired man inhaling sharply and tightening his grip on the table. what he would give to have such a work of art printed on him instead. he wants it all over him. his face, his neck, his fingertips, his cock—everywhere until no single part of him was unmarked by your luscious lips. until there was no room to even question who he belonged to. 

that's how badly sylus wants to kiss you right now. but he stops himself using the single thread of patience he has left. yes, the two of you were technically alone, standing at the table in the far back. thank god he reserved a table just for the two of you so only he could marvel at your lip-stained glass. no one would interrupt if the two of you were to just have a full-blown make-out session right now.

but sylus knew better. he knew that you were still wary of him. this, you can blame him. after all, he's not a saint. his entire being is smothered in blood, down to the very tip of his designer shoes. he built his lavish empire of protocores and guns from the taking of lives. hell, he even threatened you the first time you met. though, he only did that to push you to your full potential. he could never truly harm you. but sylus knows you. you, in your most beautiful human form, who dwells not only on the past but also on the lives of others. you, whose empathy is so strong, sylus can't help but admire, even though he sometimes wishes you would just let loose and bring hell upon all those who dare to cross you. thus, your continued, empathy-driven wariness of him. but, sylus knows how to compromise. he's okay with being the one with bloodied hands and fucked-up morals so long as it means seeing you, even if it means from afar. besides, you haven't reported him to your little hunter friends yet. he supposes that's a start, and he could settle with that. he could also settle with this: 

"is the wine to your liking, sweetie?" he asks smoothly. 

you flinch, taken aback by sylus' sudden question. you were wondering when he would stop staring at you and actually start paying attention to the auction. not that you mind having sylus' eyes on you. it's just that the borderline depraved look in his crimson eyes was making you feel all hot inside and you really wanted to stop feeling all hot inside whenever you were near him, let alone thinking about him. 

"uh yeah," you nervously chuckle, setting the glass down. "it's better than i thought." you turn your gaze to a waiter nearby, hoping to get a glass for sylus since he seemed so interested in yours for some reason. "here, let me get one for you too." 

you try to catch the waiter's attention by raising your right hand, but sylus stops you. he grasps your hand with his left and rests it on the table. you furrow your eyebrows at him, wondering why he stopped you. sylus, the man who appreciates (that's the nicest way you can describe it) alcohol passing a chance at a complimentary drink? you're utterly confused. 

"no need," sylus gives a gentle squeeze, trying to ease your confusion. though, you're not prepared for what happens next. 

sylus picks up your glass with his free hand, plants his lips on your lip print, and takes a slow sip. your eyes widen, feeling the heat that was coiling in your stomach spread all around your tense body. holy shit, did he just—? 

the aggravating godsend of a man next to you finishes your drink with a satisfied sigh, wiping the garnet droplets from the corner of his lips but not the paint left by yours. "hm," sylus drags his tongue along his lips, a smirk threatening to show. "it is better than i thought."

you flush, seeing your lipstick smudged on sylus' succulent lips. you don’t know what to say. he totally did that on purpose. there's no way he didn't. does this mean the two of you technically kissed-

you don't allow yourself to finish that last thought. you blink rapidly, trying to get your now parched mouth to say something. anything. but you can't. you're completely flustered to the point where all you can do is just gape at sylus with a blush the shade of his eyes tinting your cheeks. 

sylus grins, the tip of his canine peeking out from his now-tainted lips. this is better than he thought. perhaps, he should settle more often if it means getting to see you so cutely aroused and embarrassed like this. though, he knows he won't be able to settle for long. he knows one day, he won't be able to hold himself back anymore. one day, he'll conquer your lips for himself and relentlessly indulge in the real thing. but for now, sylus is content. for now. 

"cat got your tongue, sweetie?" sylus teases, tilting his head to meet your shaky gaze. 

you jerk your head away, trying to get the image of his lips out of your mind. "eyes on the prize, sylus." 

sylus chuckles, but not without placing his elbow on the table and propping his face on his hand to get a better look at you. "oh, my eyes are on the prize, sweetie. my eyes are on the prize." 

[luminescentlama]

It's time :D

it's been a good day so far, time to finish it with a truly awful Sherlock episode

[patroclusdefencesquad]

never let it be said that i go off brand

[space-woomy]

Finding out the stuff that triggers my OCD is fuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnn

[ectocosme]

I finished a show!! that's so rare :o

[blissfulrain12]

Curly's Not a People Pleaser

Or at least not as much of one as the fandom paints him as. Curly is perfectly capable of being stern and commanding as long as it has nothing to do with Jimmy. And to be clear that's not simply because Jimmy's his friend but because Jimmy's his abuser. Curly is firm with Swansea over Daisuke's foam incident, he doesn't give in to Daisuke asking for more sweetner, and he's firm with asking Anya for the gun when he thinks she might hurt herself.

Curly only crumbles when faced with Jimmy's distress and anger. Jimmy's abuse of Curly pre crash is emotional where he makes Curly his emotional punching bag. When Jimmy gets upset he makes it Curly's problem and Curly has learned to respond by fawning and freezing to appease him. This is why Curly comes across as people pleasing. If you don't notice the abusive dynamic between the two people pleasing becomes the answer even though Curly doesn't show signs of being a pushover with the rest of the crew.

[2disgraces]

Therapeutic feeling of listening to a song for three hours straight without getting tired

[strange-anni]

This is Hopper, Powell and Callahan discovering the beartrap (among other things) in Jonathans car after he and Nancy got caught by the police

Notice how the camera angle is slightly off. Like it is not shot from the center. It's almost like we are looking up as someone who might be in the trunk

[heylabodega]

It's happening. I can feel it. Thanksgiving approaches and I believe in my heart of hearts against all evidence and history and my better judgment that THIS will be the year I really will have the movie and TV show, the GAP ad Christmas feeling. This is the one.

[takemedancingmaine]

It's not a fucking reunion.

[biancadoes1]

Ok so I know people think Antonia is playing games with that story. She just is sharing what her and Luke are doing. I'm sorry alot don't want to accept it but as of now that's what it is. Yes, I can say this with 100% knowledge they are in a relationship still. You will see more soon enough!

I feel like I've been told we'll see Luke and Antonia together soon enough and that was six months ago.

Is the soon anytime SOON?