#WHO WOULD HAVE THUNK IT

[ahollowgrave]

You make for me a portal Eyes warmеd up with sorrow

[pantspissedinreverse]

silly gmod comic fanarts again

@rainderthesomeone made the comic btw, go check it out :)

[miyukisluv]

who knew I'd have a loki phase

[sidetongue]

red & gold

[28whitepeonies]

I’m sorry but every single bit of this is INCREDIBLE

‘Send a salami to your boy in the army’

NICK… HARRY… WEMBLEY

[moonshine999]

The Crows as Taylor Swift albums (pt.3)

because sleep and sanity are out the fucking window

Jesper Fahey : 1989

🎞️ “Everybody here was someone else before // And you can want who you want // Boys and boys and girls and girls” - Welcome To New York 

🎞️ “Nice to meet you, where you been? // I could show you incredible things // Magic, madness, heaven, sin // Saw you there and I thought // “Oh, my God, look at that face // You look like my next mistake // Love's a game, wanna play?"” - Blank Space 

🎞️ “And when we go crashing down, we come back every time // ‘Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style” - Style 

🎞️ “You took a Polaroid of us // Then discovered (Then discovered) // The rest of the world was black and white // But we were in screaming colour” - Out of the Woods 

🎞️ “I said, "No one has to know what we do" // His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room // And his voice is a familiar sound”  - Wildest Dreams 

🎞️ “Tossing, turning // Struggled through the night with someone new // And I could go on and on, on and on // Lantern, burning // Flickered in the night, only you  // But you were still gone, gone, gone” - This Love 

🎞️ “Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it // My love // They are the hunters, we are the foxes // And we run” - I Know Places 

🎞️ “Ten months sober, I must admit // Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it // Ten months older, I won't give in //Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it“ - Clean 

🎞️ “Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? // Ooh, didn't it all seem new and exciting? //I felt your arms twistin' around me” - Wonderland 

🎞️ “No proof, one touch // But you felt enough // You can hear it in the silence, silence, you // You can feel it on the way home, way home, you // You can see it // with the lights out, lights out // You are in love, true love” - You Are In Love 

🎞️ “You keep his shirt // He keeps his word // And for once, you let go // Of your fears and your ghosts // One step, not much // But it said enough” - You Are In Love 

🎞️ “And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars // And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words” - You Are In Love

🎞️ “‘Cause baby, I could build a castle // Out of all the bricks they threw at me // And every day is like a battle // But every night with us is like a dream // It's poker // He can't see it in my face // But I'm about to play my Ace (ah) // We need love // But all we want is danger // We team up // Then switch sides like a record changer // The rumors are terrible and cruel //But honey, most of them are true” - New Romantics 

🎞️ “Baby, we're the new romantics // Come on, come along with me // Heartbreak is the national anthem // We sing it proudly // We are too busy dancing // To get knocked off our feet // Baby, we're the new romantics // The best people in life are free” - New Romantics

Wylan Van Eck Hendriks : Evermore

🍂 “You know that my train could take you home // Anywhere else is hollow // Begging for you to take my hand // Wreck my plans // That's my man” - willow

🍂 “How evergreen, our group of friends // Don't think we'll say that word again // And soon thev'll have the nerve to deck the halls // That we once walked through” - champagne problems 

🍂 “I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush // I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch // Everybody wants you // Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you // Walk past, quick brush // I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush // I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush // Everybody wants you” - gold rush

🍂 “I notice everything you do or don't do // You're so much older and wiser, and I // I wait by the door like I'm just a kid // Use my best colors for your portrait // Lay the table with the fancy shit // And watch you tolerate it // If it's all in my head, tell me now // Tell me I've got it wrong somehow // I know my love should be celebrated // But you tolerate it” - tolerate it

🍂 “He reports his missing wife // And I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires // And his mistress moved in // Sleeps in Este's bed and everything // No, there ain't no doubt // Somebody's gotta catch him out” - no body, no crime 

🍂 “Showed you all of my hiding spots // I was dancing when the music stopped// And in the disbelief // I can't face reinvention // I haven't met the new me yet “ - happiness

🍂 “Break my soul in two looking for you // But you're right here // If I can't relate to you anymore // Then who am I related to?” - coney island 

🍂”You're a cowboy like me // Perched in the dark // Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear // Like it could be love // I could be the way forward // Only if they pay for it” - cowboy like me 

🍂 “When I dropped my sword // I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door // And we live in peace // But if someone comes at us // This time, I'm ready” - long story short 

🍂 “Long story short, it was a bad time // Long story short, I survived” - long story short 

🍂 “‘Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me // Watched as you signed your name Marjorie // All your closets of backlogged dreams // And how you left them all to me” - marjorie 

🍂 “You're alive, so alive // And if I didn't know better // I'd think you were singing to me now // If I didn't know better // I'd think you were still around” - marjorie 

🍂 “It cut deep to know ya // Right to the bone // Yes, I got your letter  // Yes, I'm doing better  // I know that it's over  // I don't need your closure” - closure

🍂 “And when I was shipwrecked (can't think of all the cost) // I thought of you (all the things that will be lost now) // In the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?) // I dreamed of you (to be certain we'll be tall again)” - evermore 

🍂 “Sometimes giving up is the strong thing // Sometimes to run is the brave thing // Sometimes walking out is the one thing // That will find you the right thing” - it’s time to go

🍂 “Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones // Praying to his greed // He's got my past frozen behind glass // But I've got me” - it’s time to go 

(Kaz, Inej, Matthias and Nina are already posted)

[labellefleur-sauvage]

The Room Where It Happened

It was a long journey from Antica back to the continent.

Luckily, Chaol had a new gorgeous wife and a mostly private room to pass the time.

If only everyone else onboard understood the meaning of a closed door.

Or: A few Chaol and Yrene smut scenes. All aboard the SS Cockblock.

A/N: Back on my Chaorene bullshit. Honestly just smut. General spoilers for the TOG series and Tower of Dawn.

Word Count: 3895. Rating: E

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They’ve only been at sea three days and Chaol was already tired of it.

It was different on the original trip to Antica months ago; then, Chaol spent day after day on the ship wallowing in self-pity and pain, convinced he’d never walk again. The weeks passed in a hazy blur.

Now, he was aware of each day. He heard the loud rumblings of dozens of people constantly, their voices and footsteps carrying over the ship at all hours of the day. The sound and action was maddening. Not to mention the smells, the bland food, and the constant tension and anxiety due to the inherent danger always present whenever the sea was involved. He certainly didn’t wish for those dark days of before, but there was a certain level of blissful ignorance that made the time pass quickly.

At least he and Yrene, his wife of only a few weeks, had a private room to keep themselves entertained.

Chaol’s tongue lazily swirled around Yrene’s soaked folds, grazing the head of her clit as a reward every time she whimpered his name so prettily. 

“Gods, Chaol,” she whispered, sounding wrecked already. Her small hands buried themselves in his hair and tugged lightly. 

Well, ‘private room’ was a bit generous. Chaol knew space was at a premium on the ship, and that he and Yrene were infinitely lucky to have their own quarters and not have to bunk with the majority of the ship’s passengers in the large galley under the deck. 

Their room was a glorified closet with a small, lumpy bed taking up nearly the entire space. There was no room between the bed and the side walls; the two of them had to climb over the foot of the mattress each night. The walls were thin, and they were right above the area in the ship where the livestock and horses were kept. 

But he wouldn’t trade any of that right now, not if it meant he got to spend quality time like this with his new wife.

“Chaol, yes! Right there!” Yrene tugged even harder on his head. Her hips canted up towards his eager mouth. She sighed as he slipped a finger in her velvety walls. 

He hummed between her legs, her moans and sighs going straight to his already leaking cock. He shifted his aching knees on the floor; his back and legs were screaming at him to get up but he’d rather be thrown overboard than stop what he was doing right now.

Chaol thrust another thick finger into Yrene. Her responding wail nearly made him come right then.

“Come on, wife,” Chaol murmured. “Make a mess of me. I want to hear you when you soak my face.” He increased the speed of his fingers moving inside her and flicked his tongue over her straining bud, and Yrene was coming, gasping and moaning loudly. Her hands were like two claws in his hair, and he let her ride his face until she pushed him away, trembling.

He leaned down to lick the come escaping her leaking cunt, then sat back on his haunches to grin at Yrene above him. He could feel her juices smeared over his mouth, cheeks and chin. Having her come on his face felt like a badge of honor, and it was the only adornment he ever wanted. 

Yrene gave him a sultry grin before she sat back further on the bed and spread her legs wide. “I think it’s time for you to make a mess of me now.”

Chaol groaned and hopped on the bed between her thighs - he could see her folds still quivering from her release. He reached down and notched the head of his thick cock at her entrance. He slowly pushed in, and they groaned together as he stretched her out -

There was an earth-shatteringly loud knock on their door. “Hey! Some of us are trying to work in peace! Be quiet you two!”

Chaol and Yrene stilled as the annoyed voice on the other side of the door walked away, muttering loudly to themselves, “on the ship in the middle of the day,” and “rubbing it in our faces.”

Chaol and Yrene stared at each other in shock, the same horrified and embarrassed looks on both of their faces. Yrene gulped. “I guess the walls are even thinner than we thought.”

“Or maybe you can’t help being so loud when I make you come so well,” Chaol shot back, grinning a little to try to reclaim the mood that had left as swiftly as their interloper. 

Yrene looked down at his cock. The interruption affected him more than he would like to admit; his cock had deflated a bit, and his body was aching from his earlier ministrations on the floor.

She bit her lip. “Maybe, if you’ll be quiet, I can repay the favor.” She wrapped a small hand around his length and began slowly pumping him, looking up at him through such faux-wide eyes Chaol didn’t think her hand would need to be on his cock for long.

“Yeah,” he moaned softly as his cock returned to form, “anything you want Yrene.”

XXX

Chaol was resilient - he could adapt. Normal, middle of the day sex with Yrene was clearly out of the question. That was ok - there were plenty of opportunities for him to be intimate with his wife.

Which was how they were spending their morning together today: Yrene bouncing in Chaol’s lap, her strong back and pert ass on full display each time her body met his hips.

Chaol groaned softly as the wet smack of their bodies joining floated up to his ears. He loved it when Yrene rode him, especially now that some days his body was too worn to do much else other than sit or lay down. 

Yrene shifted slightly, leaning forward towards his legs and settling on her knees so she could rock back onto Chaol’s cock. He choked on his breath: from this angle, he had a perfect view of her lower lips strained around his aching length as she took him inside her to the hilt with each thrust. 

“Fuck Yrene,” he groaned softly. “Wish you could see how your cunt stretches around my cock. Your little pussy takes me so well.” She whimpered above him and her walls tightened even further around his length somehow. “Gods, you're perfect.”

And she was. Yrene was the best thing to ever happen to him, hands down. He loved Dorian like a brother, and Aelin changed his life in ways he never could have imagined, but they all paled in comparison to Yrene. 

She was smart, capable, kind and loving. A small part of himself couldn’t believe he managed to get Yrene to fall in love with him, especially considering their first few disastrous meetings. But she stuck with him through it all, and he knew she was as devoted to him as he was to her. 

Chaol didn’t realize he had been walking in the dark his entire life until Yrene’s light shone upon him and showed him who he could truly be. She was a blessing, and Chaol wanted to worship her as she deserved.

It was a bit awkward but he sat up in bed and pulled Yrene against his chest. She squeaked at the angle shift but let him do as he pleased, until her back was against his chest and he was completely buried inside her silken depths.

“I want to be close to you when you come,” he whispered in her ear. One of his hands went between her legs to stroke her clit as she barely lifted herself off his cock before taking him back inside her, grinding down against him. She gasped as the head of his cock rubbed against the deepest, most sensitive parts of her. 

“Just like that,” he murmured, turning her head so he could kiss her as she continued grinding on his cock and his fingers worked her slick flesh between her thighs. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”

“Chaol, Chaol, Chaol ,” she gasped against his lips. “Don’t stop, don’t stop - gods, you feel so good -!”

Chaol buried his head in the crook of her neck and wrapped an arm around her torso. What a perfect way to start the day, coming undone with his wife -

“Morning Raul!”

“Morning Beschk!”

Chaol and Yrene halted. The cheery voices sounded close but muffled, not right outside their door like last time.

“Did you decide which pig we say goodbye to today?”

“I was thinking Ol’ Thurgis. He’s big enough to last for weeks, and that’ll give time for Dreg to fatten up a bit more.”

A faint thumping and a wistful sigh. “Sorry old pal. Shall we begin?”

Yrene and Chaol could do nothing but stare in horror as they listened to the squeals and sounds of a pig being butchered directly underneath them in the livestock cargo area. It seemed to go on for ages until finally the sounds of saws disappeared and all was quiet again.

“I don’t think I’m in the mood anymore,” Yrene said softly.

Chaol sighed. “Neither am I.” He lifted Yrene off his softened cock and they laid on the cramped bed together. “I don't think I’m in the mood for pork either, but I fear we’ll be seeing Ol’ Thurgis at dinner tonight.”

Yrene let out a strangled laugh against his chest. At least Chaol could put a smile on his wife’s face to start the day.

XXX

Afternoons and mornings: apparently not the best times for sex on a bustling ship.

No matter. That left plenty of time in the evenings for Chaol and Yrene to play.

Chaol tugged on the somewhat slack ropes binding his wrists to the short wooden bed frame above him. They weren’t able to tie him too securely - the bed posts would probably snap if he strained on the bindings too hard - but it served its purpose well enough. 

Yrene was between his legs, languidly sucking and licking his cock as she wanted. She took just the tip of his cockhead between her lips, swiping her clever tongue across the slit to collect the precome. Outside of their little room, heavy rains battered the ship.

How lucky he was, Chaol thought, looking down at his wife sucking his cock like her life depended on it through heavy lidded eyes. Yrene was a vision: her lips were swollen and shiny with her spit, her cheeks flushed, and her golden, lean body spread out behind her on display. 

He gripped his bindings, trying to hide how close he was. Yrene would stop entirely again if she knew how close he was to coming.

His wife was a stubborn creature, as seen by her steadfast determination to heal Chaol’s body, mind and soul during those tortuous months when she slowly extracted the Valg that had taken root in his body. She had spent countless hours researching and working through possible solutions to Chaol’s injuries, and had come away victorious. 

Chaol loved that about her, even if sometimes her stubbornness meant she spent ages teasing him in bed before she allowed him to come. It was the sweetest torture he had ever known.

“Please!” he gasped as Yrene withdrew from his legs, a devilish smirk on her lips.

“You’re doing so good for me Chaol,” she whispered. She dragged her nails down his thick thighs. “Maybe if you beg nicely I’ll think about letting you finish on my face.”

He whimpered as she kissed his way down his cock, her hand stroking his length. Her tongue darted out and fondled one of his sensitive balls, then the other. 

“Yes,” he hissed, shifting his hips towards her face. “Anything, anything. Please, don’t stop.” Chaol didn’t know what he did to deserve Yrene Towers-Westfall beneath him, sucking and licking his balls and squeezing his dick with relish. Perhaps, in another life, he was a devoted supplicant to the goddess Silba, and he was being honored now. 

Maybe it wasn’t about him, though, he thought, staring at Yrene with a sudden clarity. Maybe Chaol was Yrene’s cosmic reward for being a goddess incarnate. Chaol was immaterial; Yrene was a world-maker, a savior. He was nothing more than pleasurable collateral for his wife’s amazing deeds. 

She detached herself from his balls - Chaol groaned, frustrated - and made a show of licking and sucking her index finger. She went back to sucking his cock, taking only what she could fit in her mouth. The storm outside faded as her wet finger trailed between his legs and ass cheeks and rested against his puckered hole.

Chaol whimpered and widened his legs in an unspoken plea. Before his injury, before Yrene, he would never have been able to admit his sexual interests and desires, to let himself be vulnerable and exposed like this. But after everything he went through, and having Yrene there to help him and heal him, pushing him and encouraging him but not judging him, made Chaol realize he could trust Yrene in more ways than one.

Yrene teased her finger around his asshole. She grinned around his cock, her smile growing as Chaol’s pleas and cries left his lips completely unbidden. Finally, she was going to let him come. He relaxed as her finger broached his hole and she swallowed as much of his length as she could in her mouth -

CRACK .

BANG .

The shock of the peal of lightning and thunder outside, combined with the gigantic wave that rocked the entire boat and shifted him across the bed, couldn’t compare to the white hot pain that radiated from Chaol’s cock. He cried out; it was like he was back in his chambers in Antica, going through another healing session with Yrene. Eyes watering, he looked down to see several red bite marks imprinted into his cock.

He looked around the room wildly. “Yrene!”

There was a faint groaning from the floor as his wife raised himself up from where she had been thrown to the floor. Rubbing her head, she stared warily at Chaol before her gaze dropped to his cock.

“Oh gods,” she whispered, horrified. “I didn’t - are you OK - I’m sorry, the wave and the storm -“

“It’s alright,” Chaol grunted. “Can you untie me?”

Yrene scrambled over the bed. She almost kneed his already throbbing cock when another wave hit the boat, but recovered to release him with shaky hands. He assessed himself. Luckily, besides Yrene’s bite marks, nothing else seemed wrong with his manhood.

“I’m so sorry.” Yrene’s eyes were watering, looking between Chaol’s face and his length “Here, let me have a look.”

“No, it’s fine,” Chaol hissed, protecting himself from his wife’s apologetic hands. It was one thing to have Yrene heal his back; he wasn’t sure if he was ready to feel her magic on his cock. “Let’s just… wait for the storm to pass.”

She grinned weakly at him. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Chaol snorted. “No offense, wife, but I don’t think I want your talented mouth anywhere near my cock until we’re back on land.”

XXX

Come hell or high water, dead pigs or disgruntled passengers, Chaol was going to fuck Yrene if it was the last thing he ever did.

He sucked in a sharp breath and pushed his cock further into Yrene’s cunt. She was on her stomach on their bed, her hips supported by a pillow underneath her and her legs pressed together. She was so tight like this, her walls clasping his dick, he thought he might go mad with how much he wanted her.

“Fuck Yrene, you’re so fucking tight like this,” he gritted out, his legs slapping against the meat of her ass. He watched, hypnotized, as her lower lips gripped his cock, as he disappeared within her, as her wetness coated his cock and upper thighs. 

Her muffled whine into their sheets was confirmation enough that she needed this just as much as, if not more than, Chaol did. The past few days had been particularly hard on both of them. Chaol had endless strategy meetings for what would happen when their forces arrived to help fight Erewan, and Yrene had started becoming sensitive to the food and the constant rocking of the boat, queasiness now a constant friend for her stomach.

None of that mattered now. Yrene felt better, and all Chaol could focus on was the smooth glide of his length inside her body. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling. How fortunate that he got to experience this for the rest of his life. 

Knock, knock, knock. “Yrene?”

It was Eretia, a fellow healer. Chaol glared at the door, mentally willing the old busy-body to leave. Yrene slightly shifted under him. “Don’t move or say anything,” Chaol whispered, gripping her hips. “Maybe she’ll leave.”

They waited in silence for several agonizing seconds. Chaol was just about to start moving again when the knocks came again, sharper this time. “Yrene? Are you in there? Hafiza has called a meeting and needs all the healers in attendance.”

Yrene wiggled underneath him to try to escape but Chaol only tightened his legs around her thighs. “Chaol,” she gasped. “I need to go.”

“You can be a little late to one meeting!” he snapped quietly. 

“If Hafiza is calling a last minute meeting it must be important!”

“More important than us doing this, spending time together?”

“Yrene? Are you in there? I hear voices.” And like a scene from a nightmare, Chaol saw the doorknob to their room start to jiggle.

That was the last straw. He understood both Yrene and himself were important figures on the ship; they each regularly had meetings with generals and healers, respectively, at all hours of the day, depending on when everyone was available. 

Maybe it was because Chaol had been brought to the edge so many times without completion, or the bustle of being on a crowded ship for so long was finally starting to wear on him. He knew their bedroom was only a facade of privacy, but he had been clinging to the belief that he and Yrene were truly alone when they were together in their little room, that they could be ensconced in their own blissful bubble when they retreated to their room and closed the door.

He just wanted to spend quality time alone with his new wife, doing things all newlywed couples did - was that too much to ask? What good was a private room if he couldn’t even be alone with his wife for ten minutes without being interrupted in some manner? 

“She’s occupied!” Chaol growled at the door. “And she’ll be out when she’s done!”

His words were met with silence. Yrene looked devastated beneath him, his cheeks bright red and her mouth hanging open in astonishment. 

Eretia scoffed on the other side of the door. “Occupied indeed,” she muttered. “Just make sure she’s not too late!”

“Chaol!” Yrene snapped her head around to glare at him. “What do you think -“

“I think,” he snarled, gripping her ass cheeks and slamming into her so hard she cried out, “that it’s been days since I’ve gotten to properly fuck my wife and I’m pissed. It’s either someone interrupting us, or a storm, or a stupid pig being killed and ruining any chance I have of getting to spend time with you.”

“Chaol,” she whimpered, and this time when she looked at him, there was no anger or annoyance in her eyes. 

“I’m going to make you come on my cock, then I’m going to come in you and send you off with my spend running down your legs. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll barely be able to walk to this meeting. Got it?”

Yrene stared, wide eyed at her husband’s outburst, before she nodded numbly. 

“Good,” he grunted, thrusting inside her again. “Be a good wife and hold on.”

Chaol didn’t hold back. He put all of his frustrations over his time at sea into Yrene’s willing body, her soft gasps and groans egging him on. He was fucking her so hard no doubt she’d be tender for a few days; they’d have to put a pause on their marital relationship but Chaol knew he’d need a break after this session as well. 

For her part, Yrene certainly didn’t seem to mind Chaol’s dominance. Her pussy was even wetter than before, her body tense underneath him. One of her hands reached back to grip his forearm, the other tangled in the sheets, both cementing her to her husband and this moment together. 

Her brows were furrowed and Chaol knew from plenty of experience that she was close. He worked a hand beneath her body. It only took a few wet glides over her clit before she was coming, her body squeezing his cock and her moans so loud there would be no doubt to anyone on the ship what she was doing. 

And who was making her feel such pleasure, Chaol thought viciously. Finally, after days of tension and teasing, his own release coiled in the base of his spine and he let go. He thrust his cock into Yrene’s tight sheath as far as he could go, emptying his come into her body. He gripped her hip so hard he knew she’d carry a reminder of this coupling on her body for a while. 

He continued to lazily thrust into her, working them through the aftershocks of their orgasms and making sure to leave all of his come inside her. Yrene whined softly when he withdrew, kissing the sweaty skin of her neck.

Chaol looked down between her legs. Her center was red and puffy, and a small trickle of his come was already leaking down her folds. His stomach tightened in response. Yrene’s ass and hips were red and marked, and Chaol winced with her as she gingerly moved to lay on her back.

“I’m sorry Yrene,” he apologized, looking at her swollen cunt. “I didn’t mean to be so rough at the end there, I just…”

“Felt a little frustrated that our private time together kept getting interrupted?” she finished with a knowing smirk. 

“Something like that.” They climbed off the bed and Chaol helped get Yrene dressed for her meeting.

“I bet everyone heard us,” she sighed, throwing on a loose dress. “And I’m sure I look a mess.”

“You look well-fucked,” Chaol answered truthfully. 

“And I feel it. You couldn’t even get me a towel to clean between my legs?”

“Nope,” he replied cheerfully, moving with her towards the door. “But maybe,” he whispered in her ear, his voice sultry, “if you come back from your meeting soon, I can clean you up then.”

Chaol’s words had the intended effect: Yrene’s breath hitched and her cheeks turned his favorite rosy shade as she stood on her toes to kiss him. 

“I’ll hold you to that husband,” she whispered against his lips, giving him one final kiss with so much heat he was just about to pull her back into their room to clean her up with his tongue before she wobbled away on shaky legs.

Chaol sauntered back to their bed and threw himself on it. Perhaps this room wasn’t that bad after all.

[unhingedlesbear]

I need any and all year 11s to appreciate the fact that they probably know the people they’re taking their gcses with😩 I don’t know a soul here

[imperatorrrrr]

throwing it back to Prague where the Devils knew how to win games

[24-guy]

Just found an old draft from before my birthday where I reflected upon my relationship with my drawing, money, and death and I just want to know where down the line the three of those became connected in my head. :/

[thetimetraveler24]

You know, funny thing. If you actually watch previous installments in a fictional world, things in the later installments make so much more sense.

[cobaltthearsonist]

First dip in the sea of the year. The water was wet 👍

[tonellwiththis]

i have done this diabolical thing where i’ve adjusted my meds so instead of crashing hard when i get home i crash more gently at the time i should be going to sleep to be a functional human the next day and as a consequence i…actually want to go to sleep? at a reasonable time?? it feels like cheating somehow.

[aloshunk]

I was listening to the Shrek Version of "I Need a Hero", and now I have to physically stop myself from writing a fic of Richter singing this song either on his police days (+ Erio) or on the Park with Harue and the kids singing along.

C'mon, you can't convince me Richter wouldn't do that.

[propalahramota]

Wow, another reminder that Red Cross is a useless money laundering organisation

[its-sir-actually]

Damn it's almost like practice sessions are important to the set up of the cars