#as everything omfg

[emopainbrush]

not feeling like posting it on insta(yeah i wonder why 😒) but yeah anwyay is there any point of posting anywhere at this point 💖CRYING anyway live laugh love evil toxic yuri bc its the only thing keeping me sane somehow

[cow-wife]

at midnight she wanders for blood

[megaawkwardhuman]

[mecachrome]

AZERBAIJAN GP 2024 | Media Day

[chrisbangz]

Happy Bang Chan Day (2024) ♡ insp / template

[raekiastri]

just passed out on the floor multiple times and i cannot stand back up.

[ecstarry]

@rosekillermicrofic / lips / 323 words / @fromagony

“Hey, baby doll,” Barty said as he rested his arm on the small wall of Evan’s cubicle. 

“I hate it when you call me that,” Evan quipped. His eyes not leaving his computer screen, hoping that if he ignored the office flirt he would be able to regain some composure. 

“Next time try not to blush and I’ll believe you.” Evan didn’t have to look at Barty to know that a grin was spreading across his face. 

“You’re an ass.”

“And you’re gorgeous.” Barty got closer and sat on Evan’s desk. “You look stressed.” Barty pouted at him. 

“I was fine before you started bothering me.” He couldn’t stop his gaze from traveling from Barty’s thighs next to him all the way to Barty’s lips. 

“I'll take it all, baby doll… Whatever's been weighin' you do-”

Evan interrupted with a loud laugh, “Are you using a fucking Dominc Fike song to flirt?”

Barty blushed, clearly caught off guard, but not backing down. “Is it working?”

Before Evan could answer, a text distracted him. It was Regulus, he wasn’t going to be able to give him a ride home that day.

“Fuck,” Evan muttered to himself. 

“What is it? Is the damsel in distress?”

Evan returned his eyes to Barty and saw the eagerness on the man to keep their game going. 

“My car is at the mechanic and Regulus can’t drive me home today, so I need to find a new ride home.”

At once, Barty jumped from the desk, placed Evan’s bag on his shoulder and extended his arm towards him. “Your chariot awaits.”

Evan laughed at the gesture, “You don’t even know where I live.”

“I’m HR, I actually do know.”

“That sounds creepy.” 

“Only for you,” Barty quickly added with a wink.  

Evan tried to conceal his excitement as he got in Barty’s car. 

“So is Dominic Fike okay, baby doll?”

“Just drive.” A small smile adorning Evan’s face.

[teruuu]

i need immediate medical assistance

Anyways buff hooters narinder and lamb (this is why they needed to go to therapy)

[dklem]

I want to try, I want to make it real; enjoying everything, even my worries!

04. Teammate

[d4ydream-girl]

the changes rick made in the show make it so exciting for me tbh. like i know the books so well, but im still over here SOBBING BC WHY ARE PERCABETH STARING INTO EACH OTHERS EYES CRYING OVER WHICH ONE OF THEM MIGHT DIE 😭😭??? IM CRYING OVER TWO FICTIONAL 12 YR OLDS HAVING A HEART TO HEART BC THEY WERE ENEMIES BUT NOW THEY THINK ONE OF THEM IS GOING TO FUCKING DIE SO THEYRE NOW THEYVE BECOME EACH OTHERS SUPPORT SYSTEMS 😭😭😭

[sky-neverending]

wylan is the definition of the duality of man. he is adorable and cute and seemingly so innocent with his curls and his big eyes and his flute and everything, but he’s actually this badass motherfucker who makes bombs and threatens to push people in canals and im not surprised jesper is head over heels for him bc i would be too.

we stan wylan van eck in this household. reblog if you also stan our king our savior our musical madman wylan van fucking eck

[gothsuguru]

GETO CANONICALLY PAINTS HIS NAILS BLACK OMFG

[erenfox]

so you mean to tell me that WE GOT TAYLOR BEING THE ONLY ONE SLEEPING IN A VERY CUTESY TYPICAL ROMANTIC POSE ON BENS SHOULDER AND AIDEN HUGGING ASHLYN WHILE SLEEPING, AND YET THEYRE STILL NOT GONNA BECOME CANON???

hahahaha.

[pheoflame]

😩😩😩😩💓

[brittany-and-lewis]

so are all brocedes girlies living vicariously through pierresteban right now or is that just me

[ecstarry]

'the one were Regulus reunites with his first kiss' let it be known that this is unrealistically romantic but I love it for them. They deserve it.

The weather was perfect, he tried to remember if the last time he drove around those same streets it was this pleasant. His last visit had been over a decade ago. His parents had said the “demographic had changed,” and it was no longer an area they wanted to be around. His family simply relocated to their other properties for the summer, forgetting all about that home. Regulus, meanwhile, tried to forget all about one boy.

Regulus came back alone. Sirius was tied up with selling another property after their parents passed away. Regulus didn’t explain his particular interest in this location, and Sirius didn’t ask.

He was there to meet with a realtor and to say goodbye to one of his sweetest memories from his youth. When Regulus arrived at the café, he received a message asking to push back the meeting until tomorrow, and he quickly agreed. He knew exactly where he wanted to spend the rest of the day.

The walk from his car to the beach was long, but he was in no rush. Regulus carefully observed the sea. It was winter and nearly sunset; the water wasn’t as bright as the last time he had been there, but it was enough to bring the first rush of memories flooding back.

He was fifteen again, and his brother was introducing him to a handsome boy he had just met. It seemed like the sun had risen that day specifically to make the boy’s eyes shine. He remembered his name and the way their hands felt when they first touched. James. He always regretted not asking for a last name. Regulus closed his eyes and tried to recall the scent. He laughed at himself, knowing it was probably just a mix of sweat, hormones, and sand, but he found it endearing even to this day.

Beautiful hues of red and orange illuminated the sky. Regulus strolled to the pier and watched as the sky painted the same picture it had all those years ago. He took out his wallet and looked at the tiny picture he had kept. It was blurry, probably taken around the same time of day, and showed the silhouette of a boy smiling at him. The sun was behind him, so only the outline of James waving could be seen, but Regulus had never forgotten the exact curve of James’ lips as he took the picture. That summer had been a dream; he had met an angel and tasted heaven with his own lips.

The temperature began to drop, and Regulus took in his last moments at the very spot where he had felt love for the first time. He took out his camera, the same one he had used fifteen years ago, and snapped one last photo, thinking of James again.

He chose a hotel close to the café where he would meet the realtor the next day. It was a small, beautifully preserved place. As he entered, there was only one man ahead of him at the front desk. Tired, Regulus resumed scrolling on his phone when he heard it.

"James is fine."

Wood. The boy he had fallen in love with all those summers ago smelled like sweat, hormones, sand, and wood. Sound and smell held powerful memories, and Regulus learned that firsthand as he tilted his head in what felt like slow motion to look at the back of the boy who was now a man.

"James." The word escaped his lips before he could stop it, just as he had no control over his suddenly racing heartbeat.

The other man turned and dropped his bags. "It's you," he breathed.

"Do you—"

"Regulus," James said, almost as a prayer. "It's you."

James approached him tentatively and smiled. God, that smile—Regulus would’ve recognized it even if another decade had passed. Without a second thought, he took out the photograph he had just looked at and, without worrying about the potential embarrassment, showed it to James.

“It’s you.” James carefully took the picture in his hands, his eyes darting between it and Regulus. After a moment, he handed it back and took a step closer. His hand hovered near Regulus' face, hesitating just before making contact. “May I?”

Regulus nodded.

Just as gently as when they were fifteen, James tucked a single curl behind Regulus' ear.

“It’s been—” Regulus began.

“Fifteen years,” James finished. Their eyes tried to convey everything their lips still couldn’t: I’ve missed you. I never forgot about you. Let me get to know you again.

“Hi,” Regulus said with a quiet chuckle, and James’ eyes softened.

“Can I buy you dinner?”

“I would like nothing more.”