#besties torturing

[sophisticatedswifts]

“I might just die, it would make no difference” “I died on the altar waiting for proof” “I might just not get up” “oh, what a way to die” “two graves, one gun” “I would’ve died for your sins” “I leap from the gallows” “if you wanted me dead you should’ve just said” “never quite buried” “were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?” “I think I might die if I made it”

[snug-gyu]

[THE WORLD EP.1: MOVEMENT] Jacket Making Film

[gauloiseblue]

Tender.

(Simon Riley × Reader)

He closes the door behind, as a pair of hands reach out to touch his shoulders, before they softly tug on the top of his attire. A sigh leaves his lips when you peel the heavy layer off him, freeing him from the stuffy suit.

You smile at him as he loosens his tie, and you hold out your hand to take it.

He watches you as you fold his suit, and set it down on the stool. Leaving it there to be laundered in the morning.

It's a sight he never thought he'd see, and the one he never got used to.

He wonders if Price ever thought the same.

"Never thought you'd settle down, Captain."

He saw his friend grinned, and his eyes crinkled with amusement.

"Never thought you'd bring someone either, Simon." He chuckled before he patted his back, "A beautiful one, too."

He quietly smiled, while his eyes searched for his lover unconsciously.

Lover.

What an easy word to say, for a tangled mess it left behind.

"Oh…" He heard his friend sighed, as he saw the bride bow down to let a tiny, curious hand touch the mantilla. "Look at her. What I won't do to see her smile."

He let out a snort when he saw his friend softened at the sight of her. Captivated. And tender-struck.

He'd call him mad, if he wasn't affected by it.

Just a little shift of his gaze, he found himself staring at a serene face—that is yours. His heart thrummed when you smiled at the little boy, who shyly hid from the bride behind you and his mother.

A sight that'd plague him for a lifetime.

He blinked, as her voice called him to the present.

"You've been quiet for a while now." She mused, "What's on your mind?"

He looks at her, and notes the way you press your lips together, waiting. "Nothing." Is all he said.

You didn't press it further, and he didn't know if it's alright to keep it that way. You knew that it was a lie, you both knew that, but you didn't show it. You understood him, and he yet again took advantage of it.

You give him a small smile, before you turn to the mirror.

That's when his silence falters.

He knew you didn't turn your back on him, and that you only looked away to unclasp your necklace. But his body tenses up, and compels itself to move towards her.

You're at a halt when his hands pull you into him all of the sudden, while his face is buried in the curve of your nape. "I love you." You heard him whisper, and for a moment, you almost thought he bit his tongue from stating further.

"I know." You murmured against his hair, as you stroked his cheek tenderly.

"I didn't deserve it." He spoke in a low tone—a tone that's reserved for confession.

"It's not your place to judge." You replied to him.

"I didn't love you the way you needed."

"You did. A million times in fact."

"I took your love for granted." His voice trembled when he spoke, "I took advantage of your kindness, and I made you think that you love me, even when—"

"Simon."

He didn't resist it when you took his hands into yours, as you stared into his eyes.

"I didn't love you against my will, I chose this myself." You told him, "You never forced me into this. If anything, I should be blamed for it, because I want you."

You give his hand a squeeze as an assurance.

"You're enough for me, Simon."

His eyes widen, before they soften up by your touch. He reaches up to hold your hand, and presses them against his face.

"You're too good for me." He said as he kissed you palm.

"Learn to live with it." You chuckled, "Because I'm not going anywhere."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

He recites the same promise, as he presses his lips against your finger. A kiss, that'll someday be replaced when he's on his knee.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

esther going “nice try, NERD” when she catches edwin trying to get niko to pull the string out of his pocket is the funniest shit actually. i feel like she becomes a bully and is gonna steal edwin’s lunch money. she’s like “haha idiot! you thought you had me for a second didn’t you, you fucking dork? you thought you could take that wittle string out of your wittle pocket? gonna cry about it? baby gonna cry? what a GEEK!” iconic. esther finch, the woman that you are.

[animatedtext]

[annabelle--cane]

ink5oul: avatar of the influencer

[sage-nebula]

Sonic fandom, if we could muster enough energy to get Paramount to fix ugly Sonic for his crimes of being ugly, then we can muster that same energy to get them to fire James Marsden from all future Sonic Movie projects after 3 for his crimes of writing a letter defending a self-admitted child rapist and then not bothering to say as much as "I shouldn't have done that, my bad" almost a month after his defense of said child rapist was made public. We can do this. I believe in us.

[nessberry]

"Louis thinks I'm boring 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Do you find me boring?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺" ARMAND IF YOU DONT STOP PLAYING IN THAT MANS FACE

[aquickstart]

ok sure i'll talk about farleigh start. i'll talk about his tragedy of never being enough as it were and then having to deal with fucking oliver. sure. disclaimer: it's about class (and race) and the horrible reality of the rich. the horrible reality of living as farleigh.

another disclaimer: i'm white! and poc definitely pick up on everything i'm talking about here as it is, and better. i was and am specifically interested in farleigh vs. oliver but it's impossible to examine without considering race. definitely let me know if anything abt this sucks!

farleigh and oliver are similar. it's annoying because every intruder that is not himself is annoying, partly because felix's attention swaying from farleigh is dangerous; there is always a threat of being discarded, even if no precedent existed. the potential is terrifying.

but you'd think he's seen this before, every summer (if venetia is telling the truth) or at least often enough to learn to recognize it fast, so he should know this will pass. part of it is i think still the deep anxiety, and i think he hated every boy that was there before, and it is sort of routine.

but definitely a huge factor in farleigh's annoyance is the fact that he's a biracial (black for cattons, that's all they see) man in a white rich household. he's alert and exhausted all the time. of course he's angry at oliver, regardless of whether he's the first to crash at saltburn for the summer or the fifty-first.

but the important thing is this.

farleigh is very jealous of and angry and pissed at oliver because farleigh sees all the similarities between them. outsider, in financial trouble, whatever it is, in need of cattons; and yet oliver is preferred. and farleigh seems to be the only one to really consider it. felix does not pick up on the hint when farleigh brings up the birthday party vs. his mother. felix's clumsy "different or... anything like that" is as much about race as it is about class, of course. the "we've done all that we can" bit is felix absolving himself of guilt because surely they had, surely the mysterious collective cattons that he's not really part of had tried all they could do. to him, farleigh is different from oliver, because farleigh has been helped. felix is rich and white and twofold uncomfortable with farleigh, even if he's nice about it, even if he genuinely enjoys his company; he doesn't look too close at farleigh because he feels too guilty to come too close. and farleigh can't do anything about it. he can't nice himself into it. the fucking tragedy of him is that he's never enough in the world of the ultra-rich white, even if (especially because!) he's born into it.

farleigh is very pissed at oliver because farleigh also sees all the differences between them. you know who can be nice poor white enough to fit in? fucking oliver. felix says "just be yourself, they'll love you" when oliver first moves in. farleigh was also probably told the same thing, and felix also probably believed that farleigh could just be himself, but even if the cattons were magically not racist at all (impossible), it wouldn't make a difference to farleigh. he would still self-censor, keep in check, be in dangerous waters (because racism is not just about the individual, but about the system). we see that he'd won himself leeway by years of trial and error by the way he speaks to the family, but it's still within the boundaries of acceptable, built by the cattons. he's part of them because they allow it, and farleigh is very, very aware.

the annoying thing is oliver can be himself. like, truly, genuinely, he can just be. and farleigh can't help but envy that.

as a side note, oliver is obviously jealous of farleigh in the beginning as well, because regardless of the reality of farleigh's situation, he was born into it, and hence, at least in oliver's mind, has his position solidified. oliver's whole thing is unquenchable thirst and hunger for whatever and everything the cattons have (including themselves!). he wishes to have been a catton from birth. to oliver, at first, there's nothing farleigh can really do to lose it. and until he figures out the cattons completely, he can't help but envy that.

but i think farleigh senses something different about oliver early on. at least on the level of the text, we have "you're almost passing [for] a real, human boy", which is so important because farleigh is the first to point out oliver's weirdness. the next to do so is venetia in the bath scene calling him a freak, but it's too late. farleigh is too early.

and i like to think he clocks oliver too early because he sees the jagged edges that he recognizes in himself. i think that one other thing that farleigh envies is oliver's freedom to let go. freedom to let go is very similar to freedom to be, but not quite the same.

to be is about perception: farleigh knows he cannot fall out of line, but would like to, and oliver does not have to worry about it at all (i mean, he does, because oliver also performs for felix, but farleigh doesn't know that).

to let go is about the self: farleigh is too scared to even want what oliver eventually does, to even consider the possibility. oliver can let himself want. oliver can let himself act. oliver just can do things and want things. i'm not sure farleigh can.

and so in this scene, when oliver's wants and actions have landed him nowhere with farleigh, felix, venetia, the cattons, of course farleigh gloats. he can let himself do that, because if the cattons are slowly discarding him, farleigh can allow himself this one small victory. he's relieved because despite the dangerous similarities, oliver is, thankfully, not really the same as farleigh, right?

but like. this movie is a love letter to all things gothic. oliver is a white man. he prevails. the brief performance that oliver put on did eventually end up more effective than farleigh's lifetime of constraint. my heart fucking breaks for him to be honest.

the issue that remains is the fact of farleigh's survival. i like to think that oliver came to respect him. oliver is smart, but farleigh is clever. he picks up on everything oliver does (to refer back to the karaoke scene, farleigh immediately retaliates in the cleverest way, in the moment), and he's the only one to do so consistently (venetia, again, for example, comes close, but too late; oliver doesn't like that, there's nothing to work with). hence, stay with me for a little longer, the paradox: farleigh survives because he was never enough for the cattons, but he is very worthy of oliver's attention. in his own freaky way, oliver wants him. look at that.

so. farleigh. farleigh might come back. he always comes back. and i think oliver wants to try harder next time.

[garbagequeer]

it's really good that cas really only had like 2 friends and dean was 1.5 of them because remember when dean almost murder suicided castiel's baby and cas still died for him and told him he was the greatest guy to ever live. if castiel had talked to people other than dean and sam about the destiel situation the psychic waves of people hoping jakey dies would have killed dean organically. chuck too just to make sure he stayed down

[juneofbones]

Blitz and Millie's relationship has always been one of my favorites in the show, even if it wasn't really gone into depth before today- and Ghostfuckers really solidified that for me. They know each other. Blitz actually admits to his feelings with Millie, lets her talk some sense into him- and she knows him, too. Knows he needs to feel needed, reminds him of how much she appreciates him. They're just so special to me and I thoroughly enjoyed this episode.

[riddlers-left-buttcheek]

nah i love joker and catwoman being besties chilling on a roof, drinking, telling each other stories of violence beautiful

[garvalhaminho]

the herondale tradition to be the tortured poet

[eerna]

Nicasia swallowing her pride and begging Jude for Cardan's life on her knees u will always be famous. Jude letting herself cry over Cardan in front of no one but Nicasia u will always be famous.

[arrowfleur]

It shouldn’t have shocked me so much when Bestie matched Blake’s freak like that

But ALSO?!!!

[jeskerthefool]

What if. Stardew valley romance options in Until Dawn?

...this is what happens when I watch until dawn gameplays while playing stardew...

While assigning roles I realized that there are too many romance options in stardew for eveyrone in until dawn. Feel free to assume that Marlon is the hunter dude and don't ask me what Abigail's motivations are, I just thought she deserved to go apeshit.