#convulsing at the mouth

[tariah23]

Apparently, BM are complaining about the new color purple movie “depicting BM in a negative light,” and are mad about Celie and Shug kissing (they did more than that in the novel and they also kissed in the original film, are these people stupid) and I-

[maesvtro]

wonwoo's maestro mv action practice sketch (aka how to fuel my actor wonwoo agenda)

[gio-cosmo]

Cinema peaked during the “pin yourself to the wall” scene in the sonic the hedgehog live action movie

[i-eat-lip-gloss]

currently unwell over Danger Days

[robo-milky]

Sometimes, you feel like you’re being watched.

The burning gaze of a person unknown, drilling its way into your back, staring into your very soul. It used to make you uneasy, wary, even. Yet you tried your very best not to show it.

Turning around discreetly around every corner, peeking from the corner of your eye. Stealing glances at shadowed nooks and crannies, trying to pinpoint the source of your unease. Remarkably, you’ve never seen anyone, even after all this time.

Not even the smallest glimpse of fabric, or a wayward footprint. Sighing to yourself, you resume your journey. Most stalkers tend to get conceited by now. They think they’re ever so sly, that they let down their guard. They get a little cocky, if to put in it such crude terms.

Unfortunately this stalker seems to be rather skilled in their profession. Despite your annoyance, you find yourself grudgingly admiring the ability of your wonderful little “friend”. Musing to yourself, you hum softly to yourself. A sweet little tune from the depths of your memory. You’ve heard it, somewhere before, but the memory seems determined to evade you.

“À la claire fontaine m'en allant promener

J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle que je m'y suis baignée.”

(As I was walking by the clear fountain,

I found the water so lovely I had to bathe.)

You pause, struggling to remember the next line. Only to hear another voice humming softly along with you. The same sweet little tune in a deep, passionate voice.

“ (refrain) Il y a longtemps que je t'aime, jamais je ne t'oublierai”

((refrain) I've loved you for so long, I will never forget you)

The voice had the richness of fine wine, yet there was something gravelly about it. It intoxicated you, creeping deep into your heart. A siren’s voice, you mused. A wonderful sound that was simply music to your ears.

You could curl up right next to the singer and listen forever, until your body rotted away. It was mesmerising, enchanting… spiriting you away from the present like a prince in a fairy tale.

While you were lost in your thoughts, you felt a warm breath, waft against the nape of your neck. Before a pair of soft lips pressed against it, gentle and tender. A kiss, like one a gentleman would yield towards a fine lady.

A soft chuckle was laughed as your skin flushed pink, before another kiss was pressed into your skin. But like the meek light from a sunset, the sensation was gone all too soon.

A weight pressed into your shoulder. Turning around, you see a flash of blonde, before those soft, gentle lips press against yours, capturing them in a lovely kiss. A greedy one, where he took every last bit of your air from your lungs like some depraved beast.

Yet the feeling… wasn’t totally unpleasant.

In the middle of it all, you catch a raspy whisper, words spoken ever so softly, just for your ears alone.

“Happy Birthday, Cloche dear.”

Anyways happy birthday from the mage of misery🫶 wishing you a great one!!!!

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash]

UWAHHHHHH CERUUUUUUU WHAT IS THIS- CLOCHE SINGING ONLY FOR ROOK TO CONTINUE AT THE RIGHT TIME??? THE PECKS BEFORE THE MAIN EVENT?? AND THE FACT THAT THEY FINALLY KISS ON THE LIPS- I’M GONNA LOSE IT- Oof this feels like watching those really long TV shows and finally getting to watch the will-they-won’t-they couple finally get together 😭😭

Ig it’s canon now that Cloche has French nursery songs drilled into her head from Canadian elementary- they pop in there at the worst times (as someone who was once in a half French immersion school- the war flashbacks are real-) But in all seriousness I just love this detail??? I will never not be salty that we were robbed of Rook singing more

Ofc Rook goes out of his way to tail Cloche instead of going to the party like normal people 😩 What is so special that it just can’t be shown to others??? Show off PDA, cowardly huntsman- assert dominance like an alpha— 👁️👁️ /j

Thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to write this!! This will now forever be my brainrot- Like holy— I can feel this in my soul, hear it, see it-

Schedule’s tight now but one day….

[eepyracc]

You guys I might actually combust

I am eating him up, devouring him in fact, committing cannibalism and other heinous acts in his name. I do NOT think I will be able to survive a week waiting for him pls send help

[dinnerand-diatribes]

hozier really wrote movement and no plan and put them back to back on wasteland, baby! and expected me to not lose my fucking mind

[grabby-smitten]

The inhumane things I would let this Sea God Rafayel persona do to me…

[mcrizzystardust]

me after reading chapter 92 of "the golden king" by @maladaptivewriting

[travisdermotts]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GOAT

[alicecoopersbush]

bf got me to watch invincible and i feel funny abt that balding old man with the fucked up mouth scar

[lovesickhog]

I prefer having something down my throat over having a hand grip my throat to choke me. But I'm not sure if this is because I've just bot been choker around my throat in a proper way... Someone should help me try this out

[emotionaldisaster909]

Also LOOK AT MY BABYGIRL SHE’S SO PRECIOUS AND TRAUMATISED

I’ve even made a little comic/animatic draft about their and Bruno’s first encounter

Yes she nocked him with wooden beams on his bucked head

Than dropped the beams on her leg

Yes I think i have a thing for unlucky characters

ALSO YES BRUNO SUPERMACY

THE BEST THE BESTEST MY LOVE

when will men ever

live in walls with rats and be adorable

[bliss-unmuzzled]

[thinking really hard and really deep about jedi vader's “that's my boy”]

[scrollonso]

marco with kids... i need a gun

[unicornsaures]

gripping my pencil for the life of me while shaking violently trying to not draw dally on all my english papers