#Listen to the song

[davespritevstheworld]

this guy's in love with you, pare!

[fedjet]

Who's this?

The amazing devil - The calling

[ura-niia]

“They say they're building us a garden

So when the birds and trees are all gone

We'll live where the sky is golden”

“I want to build a wall around you

And say that I'm the one who found you

But despite all of my virtue

I know that I'm the one who hurts you”

— The Garden, Flower Face

[orphyd]

(🌿)

[cloudycera]

[caramelodeverano]

I’d be begging you to haunt me, asking you to want me

[twentysidednerd]

hello, 1 am hot take because i only ever post after midnight now, i guess:

cool as i think i am (reprise) from nerdy prudes must die by team starkid is very harrow-and-gideon coded

a song about dying for the person you love while the other is essentially powerless over it? while somewhat still in denial that you love them? while also knowing that it NEEDS to be done if at least one of you is gonna make it?

bro, that is griddlehark (specifically them at the ending of the first book). i am going feral. i need to go to bed LMAO

[brainyrot]

Song to understand better the drawing > drunk by the living tombstone

He's having a blast // tw: bright colors/eyestrain, don't look at this in the middle of the night or you'll might meet god //

[sullyinthestars]

You guys are not ready for the day I drop an aftg fic playlist that is predominantly country music…

[magnhild]

And when you scream "I'm not alright" And throw my picture at the wall "You were supposed to be my light And keep me safe against them all How could you leave me here?" you'll scream And louder, I'll scream back to you from that unknown

discovered this song a couple of days ago and i can’t listen to it without thinking of ruby and summer because holy shit

[7wuliy]

🍃 춤을 추며 절망이랑 싸울 거야

- 그 사랑을 기다려줄 그런 사람을 찾는 거야 ☐

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Holy shit this song has me in a chokehold. Listen to HONEY (ARE YOU COMING?) by Måneskin!! Trust me… Omg it’s so fucking mind blowing.

[romitritrashswiftie]

UMMM GUYS THIS IS NOT GOOD

[tealeafstew]

IF SOMEONE KISSES SOMEONE MANY TIMES AND TELLS THEM THAT THEY LOVE THEM IN A NON PLATONIC WAY IT IS NOT CASUAL

[dragonairice]

THINKING about Yours Truly by Paradise Fears with boyf riends again hhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh

[diivineray]

               ❛ Very quietly dyin'                             And I need you to remind me why. . .                                                   Give me the strength to keep fightin' ❜

              『 𓆩🦁𓆪 』―   Returning home always filled him with unease, whether for holiday gatherings or school breaks. The familiar surroundings of the Savannah Afterglow seemed to put him on edge constantly. It was the same routine every time - his brother persistently urging him to take life more seriously, continually evading Cheka's overbearing displays of affection, which alone was enough to make Leona tense up. Surprisingly, the only person who seemed to refrain from nagging him was his sister-in-law. She appeared to understand that Leona performed better when making independent decisions rather than being constantly nagged.

                        He expressed deep gratitude despite the fact that he would never fully show it, as she permitted him to depart from the evening's celebrations, assuring him that she would handle things in his absence. He wasted no time, quickly hopping into his car and driving himself out of the city as swiftly as possible. With each passing mile, he could feel a profound sense of relaxation washing over him as the city lights faded into the distance, eventually disappearing altogether as he journeyed away from the Kingdom. It pained him to realize that he could only truly reconnect with his genuine self through physical distance.

                       Leona grew up immersed in the captivating tales of Scar, the ultimate betrayal, and the tragic downfall. It seemed as though everyone had forgotten their roots, clinging to the superficial importance of bloodlines. Once, Leona cherished his home and gazed at the stars, yearning for the past kings to acknowledge him. Disheartened by his family's lack of understanding, he sought solace in the guidance of the spirits. However, it was no surprise that his pleas remained unanswered.

                    Once again, He found himself in that familiar spot, his head cradled by his arms, sinking into a plush tuft of grass in the savannah. His emerald gaze at the stars carried a burden of desolation that seemed to press heavily on his shoulders, how he longed for simplicity, for the ability to wish upon a star and have it instantly granted. What if he had been the first to be born instead of the second? Would they have noticed him more?   

                    His mind drew him upright, gazing back at Pride Rock. Although he rarely visited, he reveled in the place's historical significance. Over time, it had been forgotten as his people advanced, and today's youth saw it merely as a large boulder. It was intriguing to think that they were partially correct. It was simply a massive rock shaped by his ancestors into a throne that guided countless generations of monarchs. True to its name, Pride Rock symbolized their unity, the place where they converged, ascended to greatness, and seemed almost to brush the sky.

                  ❛ Amusing,❜ he murmured, pondering the immense power that not even the fiercest storms could dislodge, yet realizing that it could all be reduced to mere dust if he willed it. The irony was palpable. He could obliterate everything his people cherished, becoming the monster they dreaded and following a path shrouded in darkness for the simple reason that he was different. People feared what eluded their understanding, and Leona was no exception to this universal truth.

                The first time he had discovered his unique magic, he had unwittingly used it against his older brother during a playful scuffle. All children quarrel and bicker, but they seldom mean any harm. Leona had always been a delicate child, prone to getting upset and shedding tears at the slightest provocation. All he had wanted was for his toy to be returned, never realizing that his heightened emotions would trigger such a powerful magical outburst. To the shock of everyone present, the toy turned into sand, narrowly missing the future king. From that moment on, he was seen as a potential danger. Who could predict what his emotions might compel him to do? A misstep could quickly turn the entire Kingdom into nothing but an endless desert.

               He pondered whether he was fated to exist in such a manner—forever recognized solely for the havoc he could unleash. Despite his exceptional intellect and formidable magical prowess, no one acknowledged these remarkable traits. It seemed that accolades were reserved for those deemed worthy of kingship, so his excellent qualities went unnoticed. He couldn't help but speculate whether Scar's desire for the throne stemmed from a similar longing to be acknowledged.

            His hand slipped from the cold stone as he muttered to himself,  ❛ Guess you live to stand another day.❜

           Leona never truly desired the throne. He harbored a deep understanding that he wasn't cut out for it. However, a part of him yearned to experience what it meant to be prioritized. He longed to be acknowledged as a source of joy rather than a burden. Leona craved the sensation of being loved and cherished. The perpetual cycle of striving to prove himself had left him exhausted. Endless disappointments drove him to the point of apathy. If they didn't care, why should he?

          But, deep down, he cared more than he wished to admit, and he harbored a crushing fear that he would remain alone for eternity. No one would hear his desperate screams as he plummeted endlessly, with no solid ground in sight. He reached out, only to watch the hands that did reach out crumble into sand, leaving him unable to grasp anything. Was it his fault? Perhaps he was too afraid to trust and let others in, fearing they would never understand or see the real him.

          He couldn't understand why he continued to return to a place that left him feeling unwelcome and hollow. It had ceased to feel like home a while back. He wandered through the familiar corridors, feeling like an outsider in a place that no longer belonged to him. He longed for the comfort of his dorm and the company of his classmates.

         They may have seemed foolish and lacking in many ways, but they were his loyal friends. They had placed their hope and faith in him and believed in him wholeheartedly. He missed their unwavering support, even though he had sometimes resented it. He longed for the simple and mundane moments, like playing magift and napping under his favorite tree. He even missed being scolded by a certain blonde for being lazy. He yearned for the sense of belonging he had found in that school despite knowing it didn't offer much for his future - it had given him everything he had been searching for.

               ❛ When my whole world is set on fire, don't leave me alone. ❜