#cries about them

[stcrforged]

i'm such a failure. / need more oliver & joey content

midnight loomed. darkness sippered through cracks into their home, into this room, into their minds. it was easy to feel LOST in the late hours. no lights and a deafening silence. it was quiet. lonely. the silent words awoke something sad in those mismatched eyes. joey stopped in the doorway, resting against the frame as he turned his head, gaze falling upon HIM. observing before feet began to move, approaching. a heavy thud followed as he sat down beside oliver. " you're not an failure. " his focus was entirely on him right now. hand travelled through the air, landing on a shoulder, giving it a REAFFIRMING squeeze. " without you i wouldn't even be alive. saving someone isn't a small task, oliver. " a small yet kind smile appeared on the former hockey player's dry lips. " don't listen to those demons in your head. i KNOW it isn't easy, but it's not worth spending all that time and energy on something that isn't true. " elbow gently nudged left arm. " you're my hero. my shining knight in armor. you save my scared and bleeding ass back there in the alley. " /@mythcaels

[darksides-dutchess]

Going insane about my loceit wedding au, its talk of the town that is my mind.

[attroxx]

❛ @cursedblessed said . . . " of course i noticed. i notice everything about you. " -Atlas to Axel 🥹 ❜

𝙊𝙁 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙏𝙇𝘼𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙎 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝘼𝙄𝘿 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝙄𝙈 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏'𝙎 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙎𝙀𝙎 𝙃𝙄𝙈 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙐𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀. it leaves him standing there, feeling awkward, flustered and unsure all the same. fingers clench and unclench, grey eyes avoiding his stare. he should feel happy, maybe butterflies even . . . and he does but a part of him feels as though he has to hold back those emotions. that he cannot fully enjoy this moment because . . . he cannot pinpoint why. because he doesn't deserve to ? because what if atlas is just making him feel good ? a silence fills the space and axel knows he's losing seconds by just standing there like a complete idiot. the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes but he does anyway.

❛ i didn't know you paid attention to things like that. ❜ not a jab, simply a statement. hands run over the cover of the blu - ray. his favorite horror movie of all time, ' halloween : special edition '. this blu - ray in particular was hard to come by and he'd mentioned it to atlas in passing once when he'd come over to his apartment. axel's horror movie collection is extensive and impressive . . . but this was one that had eluded him. how had he found it ? axel hopes he didn't pay a pretty penny for it.

❛ thanks . . . uh, maybe you and i can watch it some time. or whatever. ❜ so lame.

simping softness . . . accepting.

[officialspec]

its definitely funny when marcille gets a little mean with it but its so important to me that they are also Best Friends

[shepardcommander]

[hinamie]

brighter days ahead

[disgracefulthings]

Shang Qinghua, pushing Shen Qingqiu: Just hang out for a while, you two have a lot in common!

Shen Qingqiu, protesting: That last time we were together he tried to kill me!

Shang Qinghua, entering the Northern Palace's throne room: You shouldn't hold grudges.

Shang Qinghua, to Mobei-Jun: My King! Junshang and I are going on a trip to collect some rare plants, please keep consort Shen company in the meantime. I will be back soon!

Mobei-Jun: Mn

Shen Qingqiu: ...

Mobei-Jun: ...

Shen Qingqiu: So, uh, what do you like?

Mobei-Jun: ...I like Qinghua

Shen Qingqiu: Airplane fucking lied, we have nothing in common

[journcys-archived]

@rockheadcd sent: “We can share.” teehee the husbands can share some dessert.

Fingers glide upon the pages of the book he’s reading, trying to gain some new ideas for his performances. Though his niece is the newest contest star, the co-champion always has to make an appearance once in a while, which he is never opposed to as it gives him time to spend with Lisia.

The light shines through the trees that surround the outdoor pond in the back yard of the mansion, his Pokémon lingering in or around the water, Kireina ushering feebas around almost as a mother would, while the others either played around or relaxed; like Shian basking in a ray of sunshine. “Hmm…no. It needs to be…bigger. Bolder! Ah, I’m running out of ideas…”

Dramatics were not uncommon for Wallace in the slightest, teal hair swaying softly as it was out of the confinements of his hat; waterfal curls draping over his shoulders. He pauses as a shadow overcasts the sunlight in front of him, blinking upwards to look at Steven and his expression becoming fond almost instantly as his book is closed and set on the table next to him. “Ah, I was wondering when you were coming back, darling. I half expected that you had gotten distracted by a new stone or two.” He teased gently, blinking down at the box that was offered to him to share.

He tilts his head and opens it, the tart looking at him dead in the eye—the citrusy scent hitting his senses before he brought his malachite gaze back up to his lover with an amused hum. “Is this where you went of to? Steven, I have to admit, you do pay attention to what I like, don’t you?” The box is closed before Wallace leans upwards to press his lips against the others—its soft and its sweet; before he stands to his feet. “Let’s head inside. We aren’t going to eat this with our fingers.”

[morganbritton132]

Dustin posts a Tiktok where it’s very clear that he was going to say something important but was instantly distracted by the snippet of conversation walking (unannounced) through his front door.

Eddie: …like when you’re a kid and you didn’t understand the concept of death so you kept putting bugs in your pockets and killing them on accident.

Steve: That’s not a universal experience, Eddie.

Eddie: Yes, it is. Everybody did that. You did that when you were a kid.

Steve: You think I was putting bugs in my clothes???

Eddie: Yes??? Just like everybody else. Back me up, Henderson

Dustin: I created habitats for bugs and kept them in my room.

Steve: That’s why your cat got eaten.

[gumdefense]

We have moved past Maya and Franziska wingmanning narumitsu as a society. They would not fucking do that. We need to realise the truth which is that Larry and Gumshoe would try to wingman them and only succeed through failure

[puppyeared]

these two are so interesting to me

characters belong to @canisalbus

[caffess]

Rip to the only reasonable Targaryen and her poor dragon

[gunstellations]

its sonics turn! 👅

[sharksandjays]

OK I WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT THESE TWO!!!! THEYRE SO SIBLING CODED I LOVE PLASMA SO MUCH

and Kai is so fiercely protective of Jay its actually so sweet. Anyone notice how in that scene in s11 when Aspheera takes down the ninja, Kai gets distressed when he hears Jay scream and tries to run to him, then reaches out to him when he's caught? Because I do. Daily.

Plasma siblings 😭

I don’t think y’all understand how much I love the Kai and Jay duo that we have. Like literally. 😭

Jay’s the one Kai messes with the MOST on the team and it’s funny as hell because Jay could be minding his business and BOOM. He just got Kaied (or however Kai says it.)

Stg, Kai messes with him alot, but he’s also protective of him underneath. Something happens to Jay (to ANY of his siblings), he’s gonna be there for them, which makes this relationship so much better.

They get on each other’s nerves alot (And I mean ALOT), but they’d take that over something bad happening to any of them anyday.

[azfellandco]

It's about Crowley bearing witness to Aziraphale's desire, about the way that desire is animal and visceral and enormous and terrifying*. And about how Crowley sees that and wants it. Crowley offers the ox rib and watches Aziraphale eat because eating provides them no sustenance, it's purely for pleasure, sensual, selfish. And Crowley introduces Aziraphale to this, and thousands of years later still takes obvious pleasure in feeding Aziraphale, in watching him eat. In watching Aziraphale's pleasure.

And I think it's significant the things we see Crowley put into his body in s2, and why: six shots of espresso, as something bracing before seeing what it is that made Aziraphale call him in his "something's wrong" tone; whiskey, because he has to give Aziraphale some bad news; wine, because they "might as well get comfortable" during the storm coming down on Job, after Aziraphale learns that Crowley is actually pretty unhappy with Job's suffering; and poison, to dispose of it so Elspeth (or Wee Morag, I've fogotten which is which) doesn't die. Crowley doesn't take Aziraphale's "something that calms you down", only consumes things that not only don't bring him pleasure but are an attempt to prevent pain. Crowley, who introduced Aziraphale to this important physical, sensual, selfish pleasure, denies it to himself. He denies himself the eccles cakes, he denies himself partaking in food, and he denies himself Aziraphale.

And we see throughout the rest of the season other things he's denying himself: the comfort and safety of a home in the bookshop in favor of the mobility and ready-made escape of living in the Bentley, the surety of saying what he really means during the confession. He cannot bring himself to admit what he wants, that he wants. Gabriel and Beelzebub "going off together" is not what he wants. He wants Aziraphale, but he doesn't say that, because he's never, in the years and years and years we've seen this season, let himself want or be seen wanting. "Going off together" is as close as he can get to speaking it. "A group of the two of us" is as close as he can get. So he has to watch as Aziraphale leaves and takes his pleasure in the world with him.

[mayhemspreadingguy]

Lost boys