#but yes hi hello

[strnza]

muses  who  let  eliza  be  angry.  who  let  her  be  spiteful,  who  allow  her  to  expel  all  this  trauma-induced  rage  and  suffering  that  has  been  tampered  down  for  so  long.  who  encourage  and  support  her  when  she  finally  has  the  head  and  heart  to  acknowledge  that  she’s  angry  about  enduring  horrors  that  she  didn’t  deserve?  i  love  you.  eliza  loves  you.

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[whiskeypores]

i am here, i am queer, i'm off work for the week and ready to do things

[kaiju-krew]

he’s very dramatic

[stellarfalls]

Save me indie films & muted color palette…….

[le-poofe]

Smoochie woochie 💋✨ (his words, not mine)

[alice-everafter]

"Were you aware that you talk in your sleep?"

Through the haze of tiredness, Vil's voice rings clear, as it so often does. It takes a few too many blinks to will the grogginess away. But when it does, you turn on your side towards him. He's in a position mirroring your own, his form highlighted by the early morning rays of sunlight leaking in through the window behind him. Swathed in blankets that have clearly seen better days, as was typical of Ramshackle grade furnishing.

"...Good morning to you too, Vil."

He doesn't reply with any words, merely a hum of acknowledgement.

It's unfair how perfect he can look so soon after waking. Cause you know for a fact your hair is in tangles under your head. Makes you feel like a true potato, as he so calls you.

You're reminded of the circumstances behind this current arrangement as he eyes your drowsy self calmly. Turns out, even after renovations, Ramshackle is still ramshackle. It only took one flop onto your bed for the legs holding up the bedframe to give out entirely. The sound had attracted the whole VDC squad, so they got to bare witness to probably one of the most embarrassing moments of your life. Well, Ace made certain that it was, at least.

Originally content to sleep on a slightly shorter than usual bed, Vil had been quite adamant on not letting you. Something about bugs and possibilities of them infesting the mattress. It didn't really matter to you, but somehow you found yourself in his room. Rather, one of your guest rooms. And that was where you still were, letting him eye you down like a product on display.

"...Something on my face?"

"Yes, drool."

Nice to know that Vil's charm was present every hour of the day.

"...What was this about me talking in my sleep?" You try to nonchalantly swipe a hand over your mouth, but it fails spectacularly. Nothing gets past this man.

"You mumble all sorts of nonsense." He looks like a Renaissance painting as he brushes a stray lock from his eyes, tucking it elegantly behind his ear. "I nearly thought you were awake at first, talking to yourself."

"Yes, cause that's totally what one does first thing in the morning. Talk to themself."

The sleepiness has clearly made you overly confident. If the glare he levels you is anything to go by.

"Notice how I said 'nearly.' Meaning I didn't actually think you were. Does the morning dim your wit more than normal?"

"...For someone so insistent on getting me in their bed, you're rather snappy."

"Why I never." That comment gets him riled enough to sit up. You feel tiny as he stares daggers down at you where you continue to lie. In your puddle of disarray, while he's somehow runway ready at the ass crack of dawn.

"How can you look like a Greek god first thing in the morning?" Oh, so you've decided to voice your thoughts out loud. Ok, cool, that's totally what you wanted to do. Totally.

You watch as his anger morphs into confusion. "Greek god?"

"Oh," that's right. That's a 'your world' thing, isn't it. "A reference from back home, don't worry about it."

"Hmph," he grunts. Well, you'd hardly call it a grunt. Vil wouldn't do something as barbaric as grunt. It was more like a delicate, posh scoff. But, he no longer looks as mad as he did before, so you guess it was a good thing you decided to voice your inner musings aloud. "Does this 'Greek god' happen to have flawless skin, gorgeous hair, and impeccable taste?"

You don't want to answer him, cause you know where this is going. But, again, nothing escapes the notice of this man. You're forced to watch his lips curl up into an infuriatingly hot smug grin.

"From your face, I assume so. It's kind of you to notice the obvious."

You're very well awake by now, but you still roll your eyes. You may lowkey highkey fear this man, but nothing could've held that reaction back.

"Yeah, well, they're also incredibly abnormal. Cause the rest of the population doesn't typically wake up looking like a supermodel."

"If you think I'm a supermodel now, then you must think I'm ethereal on a day to day."

You do nothing but grumble as you shuffle to sit up, rubbing leftover sleep from your eyes while pointedly ignoring how he practically preens next to you. When you instinctually card a hand through your hair, instead of it catching on knots like you expect, it goes right through.

"It's the pillow case."

Again, the bastard reads your expression like a book and promptly comments on it.

"Satin is good for both the skin and the hair."

You're tempted to call him extra, cause who brings their own pillow case to someone else's house? But the way your hair feels, how it's free from a majority of its typical morning tangles, shuts you up.

You chance a glance up at him. Head turned towards you, knees bent below the covers, an elbow rested over top, chin held primly in the palm of his hand, still haloed by the rising sun like it’s a paid actor. With an elegant quirk to his brow and an expression equal parts amused and sickly fond.

There is... something running laps in your chest. Begging to be acknowledged. To be known.

"...If you're fishing for another compliment, you'll find that I've reached my daily quota."

You swing your legs over the side of the bed as you hear him click his tongue. And no, it's not running away, but it sort of feels like it is.

"I'll go and make myself presentable before starting on breakfast. You said we needed more protein, right? I was thinking I could make omelets━"

"A shame, really."

You have no clue how he moved so silently, but he was suddenly next to you and unapologetically in your space. Brushing hair behind your ear like he was born to do it. Walking the small distance around to your front so you could see the pleased smile upon his lips and knowing twinkle in his eyes.

Damn him, you can't help but internally curse as goosebumps form where his fingers had barely even grazed. Nothing gets past him, and especially not you.

"I was so hoping for a few more compliments, because I certainly haven't reached my needed quota."

[jumpscart]

there needs to be a vampire story that really solely narrows in on the nocturnality of vampirism. The sun doesn't even have to kill them, they just have such a strong innate circadian rhythm that they are basically inable to function in mainstream society. Their loved ones slowly drift out of their lives as they can't keep up with family, their fatigue is so strong that they can't attend daytime functions... and the inverse is true for their closest friends, who just don't have the energy to be up all night like when they were young. But the vampire will always be 'young', and they have to keep living. The only jobs that they can keep are ones with night shifts, hopefully something like a restaurant or bar...but often, and eventually, ones that mean danger. And most of all, they feel hunger at night, and the more and more they stay up and feed, the stronger they slip into the pattern of nocturnality. There are less people awake at night, and none of these people are the same people from the world before. The world is smaller, and darker, and different. And it has always existed, while they had slept. And it will exist while everyone they loved, slept.

[vowofbrotherhood]

the sibling thing on twitter

[taskhusbands]

Taskmaster S16E08 Outtake

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Obsessed with Beef and his repeated instances of ending up as an animal themed mob boss while trying to settle down somewhere peaceful

[outworldgay]

Reptile: I was BANISHED from my home because of my ability to take this FREAKISH form *transforms into a hot guy*

[appleslightning]

nice things

[dailyfalsesymmetry]

day 119

ouaauuauauaghHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[radioroxx]

Perhaps some Isabeau being comforted as well?

isa comfort was gonna appear in the og post but i. didnt like the sketch so i scrapped it mb

so heres two to make up for it :)

[fairylando]

just finished watching the wild robot (im a sobbing mess) and i got sent this tiktok... how do you even begin to explain this, and most of all, is there a non-gay way to explain it???