#apologies in advance

[wait-this-isnt-itunes]

iwtv + reductress headlines 2/?

[tzviaariella]

"As for you, Captain Masayoshi Shido, I wish you every bit as much mercy as you've shown me. Drink your life to the dregs, you murderous shit, because when it ends, I'll be waiting. Sooner or later, you're going the same place as I—and I'll fight or fuck every devil in Hell to be the one to greet you when you do!"

Many thanks to @saewokhrisz for this stunning commission of Captain Akira Kurusu from my Persona 5 pirate AU, the Brigverse!

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2626924

[springbon-t-art]

Please draw bendy in his classic tutu!

He's so pretty! look at him go!

Yahoooo!!

Yipeeeee!!

🪄✨

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL

[bqnnabreado]

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[suugarbabe]

Hiii i really like your writing 💛.

Could you write something where reader doesnt have any date for Valentines day, and mattheo who happens to be readers crush, helps reader feel better about it . maybe mattheo confesses his feelings for reader ?

Thanks 💛💛

yum yum yum yum yum delicioso 😋 thank you babes for the request!

You hated february. Not only was it cold to the bone freezing, but everyone started pairing off. Everyone but you.

But it was fine. It was always fine. Because you never paired off. Not with anyone. Not necessarily on purpose; you suppose there’s been one or two suitors that’s have come your way. But none of them were him.

What made it worse this year was the special that the Three Broomsticks was having: two for one butter beers on Valentine’s day. This particular day also happened to fall on a Saturday this year. Which made for a very lonely dinner in the great hall.

Your table was sparse of people, and even most of those there were paired off. You rested your cheek against your fist, elbow on table. You tried your best to not sulk and appear too lonely as you pushed your carrots around your mash potatoes.

“This seat taken?” At the sound of Mattheo’s voice your posture straightened, slightly caught off guard. “What’re you doing here?” the question came off more accusatory than intended. Mattheo must have assumed sarcasm as he raised his eyebrows and let his mouth hang open as he playfully laid his hand on his chest, “So this seat is taken? And here I thought it’d be saved for muah.”

You shoved his shoulder in response, “Oh piss off.” you could feel your cheeks burning. You hoped he didn’t notice. “I just meant, erm…you could be at the Three Broomsticks right now. I’m sure plenty of people wanted to go with you..” Mattheo’s narrowed eyes held a glint to them that you couldn’t quite read, “I’m sure I could say the same about you.”

A light scoff left your throat, “Hardly. One, maybe two max. I’m sure you had dozens from all years ask.” The last of your sentence was lost to him, Matty choosing to focus on the beginning, “Yeah? Who were these two suitors of yours, hmm? Might have to talk with them.” Mattheo stood up, hand shielding his eyes and he glanced around the great hall, pretending to scour for the two people.

You grabbed hold of his shoulder, pulling him roughly down onto the bench with an embarrassed laugh, “Will you stop that! Why do you even care?” Your heart started racing slightly, unsure of how he’d respond to your light teasing. Unsure of what he’d say.

“Well because I care about you..” Mattheo wore a shy smile, his eyes having trouble keeping contact with yours, “You deserve someone who’s always going to give you the best…treat you the best because you’re the, erm…”

“best?” you finished for him. Mattheo breathed a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah. Something like that.” You swore you saw a dusting of pink over his cheek bones, your heart fluttering at the thought of Mattheo mirroring the feelings you’ve been harboring for over a year.

A small silence fell over the two of you. Matty picked nervously at his fingers while you went back to pretending to eat your food. You just had a feeling. Deep in your gut. it was gnawing at you, telling you that you might not get another opportunity if you didn’t use this one.

“Matty I-”

“Hey, I-”

You both spoke at once, smilingly awkwardly at the realization. “Y-you first,” you motioned towards Mattheo. He nodded, wringing his hands together and he looked off to the side. He almost seemed…nervous? “I-erm…Salazar’s sake, I don’t know why I’m so nervous. Okay, phew, I can do this,” You grabbed hold of Mattheos hand, stopping his nervous tick.

He looked at your hands together, taking a few breaths before looking up to meet your eyes, “I didn’t agree to go to the Broomsticks with anyone else because I didn’t want to go with someone else.” Your brows furrowed slightly as you shrugged, “Erm, okay..?”

Mattheo shook his head, running his hand that wasn’t held by yours through his hair and over his face with a groan, “No. Fuck, I mean. Merlin’s fucking beard I’m usually so good at this…What I mean is. If I was going to do anything today I wanted to be doing it with you.”

He let out a long breath, a satisfied grin spreading over his face. You couldn’t stop the smile that graced your features, “What are you saying Matty?” His eyes darted all over your face before landing on your lips. He looked at your eyes briefly before down to your lips again.

For a second, everything seemed to stop. You could hear your heart beat in your ears, eyes dipping down to Mattheo’s lips as well. Wondering what he was thinking about when he looked at yours, if he wondered how soft yours were like you do his.

And then, in the next moment all your internal ramblings were cut short as his lips met yours. Soft and unsure at first, the slightest of pressure like he was afraid if he moved at all you’d disappear. You shifted closer of the bench, putting more pressure in the kiss as a warmth spread through your body that just felt so..right.

What felt like far too soon he was pulling away, heavy breathing coming from the both of you. “M’sorry I..you just weren’t getting it,” Matty laughed somewhat shyly, now lacing his fingers with yours. “Oh I get it now. Read you loud and clear, Matty,” your bottom lip pulling between your teeth.

[charmac]

[thewarriorandthethief]

judging ppl’s supernatural opinions based on how they feel about season four sam

[thenumberoneeejunofan]

Just your reminder none of the group had pictures together so after time Thomas will eventually forget what his dead bfs face looks like ❤️

[darkshrimpemotions]

Did you though?

[orange-fresh]

Warning: OLD parkour Yaoi

10 likes and I might consider digitalizing this

[thatsbelievable]

[tweetsofyj]

[bearlytolerant]

[grimst4rs]

Some say humans are destined to be held. The way the crevice of one's neck and shoulder allows to hold someone else's head, the way fingers and palms press together, filling the missing pieces, the way curves and hollows allow another to fold into them, creating something new.

Soulmates don't exist. The idea that souls are intertwined, bound to find each other in a flurry of many other souls in a search for their one, is from a realm far away from that of humanity. That was what the androgyne myth said, too, that perfection is realised by the communion of two, making an entity of everything capable and that, when split, their destiny was to find each other all over again. A search that happened to be completed, and sometimes the very soul was the one that was lost in the search of their missing half, for that you have to leave what you once knew and search for something you might know.

Therefore, Sirius called it, quite straightforwardly, ‘bullshit’. He had not known love, in a house where his mother and father barely saw each other (soul searching? Their souls had been 'destined' to meet, but the implications of that were disastrous'), in which the way of life was to settle, not strive, which was so unlike how their family acted. In a house where marriages were an affair and not a declaration of love, in a house in which children were heirs, and not a proof of its irrevocability and irreplaceability love.

And, besides, it was not like Sirius was particularly loveable. He had been told he was hard to love. Too vocal, too cold, too difficult, too much for someone who wanted to live a quiet, peaceful life.

He had grown accustomed to lust, though - for that lust did not imply feelings. He drew attention, he knew that, and he had made peace with that; yet, something in his chest shrivelled every time he saw hunger in people's eyes, rather than devotion, and although he would never dare admit it, he hoped that, one day, he could love and be loved, he could break away from the cycle, he could strive for something he did not know, not settle for something that was already well-known, yet made him so terribly unhappy.

Being a Black meant darkness, and people searched for the light at the end of the tunnel, not for the darkness that would encapsulate them either way, sooner or later.

So no, love had never been meant for Sirius. Until he met eyes warm as autumn, a boy who loved fiercely and stood unwavering, even when shadows gathered. With hair forever tousled by the fingers' fate of the skies he defied and a heart as wild as the wind, James Potter was a storm wrapped in sunlight, the kind whose light lingers, even after the night takes him.

[lokiusly]

can’t wait for my brain chemistry to be altered once the “Lokius” theme plays in Deadpool 3

[voidsuites]

seeing mickey 17 on monday… who is ready for me to be even MORE annoying!!!