#god I love The Lost Boys

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Something Old, Something New.

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[lilybug-02]

Final Blow.

Bug Fact: The New Zealand Glowworm is a species of fungus gnat endemic to New Zealand's cave systems. The larval stage produces a blue-green bioluminescence.

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Masterpost

Some pictures of this amazingly unique creature and it's habitat.

[artuurle]

once again drawing click clack over images of my nefarious shape

+ bonus based on how I was handed an angora rabbit at a state fair and immediately started ugly crying

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

I am so sorry but Remus John Lupin was not a sex god. Bro had never even seen a dick until Sirius. He was genuinely a little bit afraid of it the first time (it’s okay, though, because Sirius was very sweet and patient, of course). He thought people kissing in books was wild and sexual. He turned into a tomato and hid his face whenever there was a kiss in movies. He took things so slowly with Sirius that Sirius had to ask if he ever wanted to have it or if he was asexual or something. Then, once he got a taste, he became the most insatiable thing ever, practically begging for it every night.

[serialbxwl]

dwaynepaul…😊

[malakaiijames]

Alex Winter saying how he was Den Dad on the set of The Lost Boys - when he wasn't causing trouble of course..he was just 21 - for the two Corey's, chasing after them, trying to get them to actually go to bed, has just exploded my entire heart. He's such a cutie..bein' big brother to the Corey's😭😭

I am shook to hell that I actually got to meet this man in person..it's almost been a year and it still blows my mind

[kabutoden]

if aradia's death was just in-character for a long roleplay, what's the deal with tavros and terezi's disabilities? did vriska have anything to do with them?

She Did Do Those Things. vriska no!!!!!!

[lethal-liability]

I went to a gay art market in the city today and my only pride shirt is a tank top and I have a bad sunburn from the beach last weekend so I didn't want to wear it

So I decided to wear my Lost Boys shirt instead and I told my mom before we left that it's pretty much the same as wearing a pride shirt and she didn't believe me

Sure enough, literally every booth we stopped at I was complimented on it

Gay people fucking love The Lost Boys

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

well hes gay but he has a special connection with epeés. there’s many things that are interesting about him

[dad-fucky]

Thinking about meeting with my tutor after their class to talk about my performance, my direction in life and my aspirations and goals. Only taking it half seriously as i take everything, their genuine concern and guidance met with avoidance more than dismissal, but still frustrating for them. They tell me im a smart man, with a potential they would hate to see me waste because of apathy. I listen to placate them more than anything else. When they say that it would benefit me to plan for my future, to find my passion and dedicate myself to it, i scoff lightly, breaking eye contact and smiling a little as i brush off their earnest pleading with a teasing "yeah, whatever dad." When i look back after a beat, their face has changed. The stillness and silence in the room suddenly tight with tension as i realise they didn't brush that one off. They look me up and down with a casual sort of surveyance as i break eye contact again, swallowing thickly as i try and fail to keep my breathing steady. "Look at me." Their voice is smooth and even. My obedience is instant. They speak more concisely now, more deliberate. As they continue I'm hanging on their every word, as if under a spell, nodding gently in answer to any questions, otherwise still and rapt. We sit in silence for a few moments. "Sometimes," they begin, slow and calm, "a person will need more guidance than a classroom allows." My heart is beating so hard against my chest im sure they can hear it. "If you would let me, i want to give that to you." Im dizzy. I feel myself nodding quickly. "Speak up." Its a gentle correction, but i feel like i'm on fire. "Yes."

"Yes, Daddy." They correct.

"Y-yes. Yes, Daddy." We sit in the silence again, me firmly in their grip, waiting on their command.

[o-erastis-tou-apollona]

Casual: part one

relationship: homelander x black reader

Tags: angst

word count: 657

Authors note: this will have three parts I think dunno

She sits on top of the roof, the cool breeze brushing against her skin as she gazes out at the sprawling city below. The lights twinkle like stars, a vibrant backdrop to the chaotic life she lives.

This place has become her sanctuary, a rare moment of solitude amidst the noise of her everyday life. But tonight, even the beauty of the skyline feels overshadowed by the weight in her chest.

Her relationship with Homelander has always been casual—light, playful, and sometimes exhilarating. Their connection was built on late-night encounters and flirtatious banter, a thrilling escape from the pressures of being a supe.

But as she reflects, a sense of stagnation washes over her. She can’t shake the feeling that they’re treading water, neither of them willing to dive deeper into what lurks beneath the surface.What began as a fun distraction has morphed into something that feels incomplete.

She cares for him, yet each encounter leaves her craving more—more depth, more understanding, more realness. Homelander, with his charming smile and charismatic persona, hides behind layers of ego and sociopathic tendencies that make it impossible to connect with the man beneath the cape.

The laughter they share feels hollow at times, echoing in her mind like a distant memory. She thinks about the moments when he’s truly himself, those fleeting seconds when the mask slips and she catches a glimpse of vulnerability.

They’re rare, but they leave her yearning for more—more honesty, more authenticity, more heart. Yet every time she tries to peel back those layers, he deflects, retreating into the safety of his charm.

Sighing, she leans back on her hands, staring up at the stars. “What are we doing?” she murmurs to herself. The question hangs heavy in the air, a reflection of her inner turmoil.

She’s drawn to him in ways she can’t fully articulate, yet the superficiality of their arrangement gnaws at her. It’s like being in a beautiful dream that teeters on the edge of nightmare; exhilarating but unnerving.She knows he’s not like other guys. He doesn’t play by the same rules, and his unpredictability is part of what draws her in.

But it also terrifies her. She’s seen the way he handles those who cross him, the ruthlessness that lurks beneath that charming exterior. Can she truly open herself up to someone like him? Can she risk the emotional stakes of something real?

As the wind whips through her braids, she closes her eyes, imagining a different scenario—one where he isn’t just the famous hero, but a man willing to be vulnerable, to share his fears, his dreams, his true self.

The thought makes her heart ache, a bittersweet reminder of the gulf between them.Maybe she’s being foolish, hoping for something that may never come to fruition. But she can’t shake the feeling that she deserves more than this half-life, this casual dance around their emotions.

She deserves a partner who will see her for who she is, someone who will stand beside her, not just when it’s convenient but when it matters most.

With a determined exhale, she sits up, the stars shining brightly above her. “It’s time to have a talk,” she says aloud, her voice firm against the night. “No more playing around. I need to know what this is.” The thought sends a thrill of anxiety and anticipation coursing through her. The idea of confronting him, of pushing for the truth, fills her with both dread and excitement.

As she stands, the city lights twinkling like promises waiting to be fulfilled, she knows she can’t keep pretending everything is fine.

It’s time to face the truth about their relationship, to confront Homelander and challenge him to be more than just the image he projects to the world.With a final look over the skyline, she leaps from the rooftop, her heart racing as she heads toward the sky.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

just matt helders having to remind the lead singer of his own band how to use a mic

[beetlewine-art]

This Manhwa should be called "Sovieshu can't comunicate" because half of it wouldn't happend if Sovieshu told Navier and Rashta important stuff, this mf keeps everything to himself.

Here is the most recent example from the most recent chater:

And she is RIGHT, why the hell didn't he told Rashta that he couldn't find her transaction documents? Anyone could find that document and find out the truth about Rashta's origins and use it against both her and Sovieshu. His whole plan could be ruin because of this.

And you can't even said that he didn't told her because he couldn't give less of a sh*t about her and is going to leave her eventually, because he did this with Navier too. Sovieshu never told Navier that their fertility problems were because of a mistake he made when he was a kid and didn't told her their divorce was temporal either (even if i doubt that Navier would had waited for him anyways).

Side note: I LOVE Rashta's angry face here and how Sovieshu looks so surprised to see her angry, you wanted a woman who shows emotions Sovi? There you have her and i hope she screams at you with all the air she has in her lungs.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EPISODE 2 AND 3 HAVE BEEN SOOOO FUN im already so emotionally attached to each of these characters.. if anything bad ever happens to any of them im killing everyone and then everyone.

[darkwing-katy]

Did I spend about 20 minutes scrolling through the Ben Linus tags on tumblr in an attempt to find a picture or gif of him with his glasses on the Ajira flight because I suddenly realized he could have his glasses during the season five chunk of my fanfic?

Hell yeah, I did. And I have absolutely no regrets about it, either.

(I did find confirmation that yes, he has glasses, so it’s entirely plausible for my FMC to observe him reading with glasses a few more times and this DOES greatly please me)