#god poor soul

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[blueberry-obsessed]

I will never apologise for the person I've become ever since Charles saw a pregnant person with a baby and said "Yes. That. I want that."

[sereneabyyss]

I see so many things where like SY is the sweet innocent one who shows SJ how to love and be loved and fixes him blah blah blah. But oh come on now, this is Peerless Cucumber we're talking about. Number one hater extraordinaire. He is so bitchy. He would not fix SJ if anything he would make him worse.

I need more content that's just SY and SJ standing with their twin fans unfolded, viciously tearing their opponents (the other peak lords) apart with their barbed insults. I need them casting vicious mockery within every battle, whether it be against demon, peak lord, or random civilian who just happened to spill tea on them.

[felixsoup]

[feppepurin]

GRRRRAAHHHHHHH VIGI FUCKING LANTE

[groovygrub]

[kataraavatara]

now they want me to feel bad for clythia the notorious slave owner waaa waaa jurian led her on he tortured her ok whatever he should have done it more actually

[moraent-keys]

The amount of shit I will shove onto one canvas and then try to post the pictures as if they’re separate is ridiculous

[frugalkubal]

✨ Good luck post for the new season ✨

[mrsoharaa]

you didn't think too much into the simple graze of the newest spider-mans fingers gently brisking over yours as he takes his leave. the sweet, noble male that personally tended to you from your former strenuous, chaotic mission that led you to having a wounded leg. thus putting you right into the spider society's med bay.

you wave him off with a friendly smile, your eyes quickly sweeping over ever so attentively to the left to note Miguel's intent stare. pretty globes of soft cardinal leering behind the new, overly tending spider-man leaving the medical room you resided in. bearing directly into the back of the generous mans skull with such fueling rage and hatred.

his hardened glare sweeps back over to meet yours through the crystalline glass of the mirror into your medical room. thick brows that once tightened ever so firmly and searing wrath pooling into those glorious irises of pure ruby, immediately softening to your delicate gaze. a tinge of hurt and remorse instantly building up in the conflicted mans chest, immensely.

your heart flutters against your own, capturing the shorten, soften gaze of swarming distraught and longing clinging into those beautiful, intense eyes of his. your lush lips slowly part from each other, attempting to gather words to accumulate towards the man — but only failed, inescapably, when everything within you blared at you not to engage with him. not to engage with the very man that put you through with so much unbinding hurt and betrayal. the very same man that slowly, treacherously broke and tore you from piece by piece.

your pupils dilate, closing your agape lips promptly as your fingers crumble amongst the thin sheets of the medical beds bedding. you turn your head, shielding back the hot, thick tears swelling at the brims of your lashes. trying to not crumble before the very man that you inevitably fell in love with, during your previous time together (during your little "stress distressing" lascivious sessions).

the very same man that slowly, treacherously broke and tore you from piece by piece. promises of unfulfilled, unattainable pledges of comforting enlightenment and console, crumbling with the shattered fragments of your broken heart.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

IMAGINE. working at ur stupid uhhh job or whatever. pulling into your drive way and ready to work on some crazy project in your garage. opening the door to the most unfamiliar silence. did your wife and kid leave for something? could you imagine knocking on your kids door, hardly getting an answer, and opening it to find the splattered remains of your wife across his room your child is scared! hes hardly consolable, in a state of shock and terror. you are too, but youre the adult here. you need to take charge. you need to protect him. you need to do something. you need to do something.

[legobiwan]

My dude is in a CONSTANT state of existential crisis...

[magpod-confessions]

my phone has a thing on it where I can’t listen to any podcast episodes rated ‘explicit’ (I use Apple Podcasts which is a confession on its own) and it just skips that one and I learned about this bcs it skipped tims backstory so in one of the finales I just had no clue (I had to listen on the link on the fandom pages T-T)

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[neonhellscape]

new rt everyone shes a freak whos pretty sure shes been been given the role of rogue trader as an act of divine intervention to eventually replace the godemperor and bring new glory to the imperium which she thinks is dull and stagnant. dont worry about why she keeps marazhai caged in her trophy room like he's bait its not important and completely irrelevant to the fact ive joke nicknamed her simon thresh. has anyone noticed a lot of slaaneshi demons during warp jumps lately

[fairyroses]

— SMALLVILLE, "Accelerate" (2.21) & "Wrath" (7.07)

+ bonus:

[hannie-dul-set]

babe pls write anything for taehyun and my life will be yours 💞😠

[get your shit together]. kang taehyun has always been gifted with the sharpness to notice things first. thanks to this, he’s always been the one to swoop in at the last minute to save your group from trouble.

for example, in fourth grade, when you guys were fooling around in soobin’s living room a little too close to his mom’s favorite vase, taehyun noticed the old ceramic wobble before it could smash into the ground, right before his mom’s footsteps welcomed themselves in. another instance was during study hall in middle school, when you and beomgyu were playing connect four behind a stack of books, taehyun managed to kick your chairs from behind as a warning before your teacher could notice you two and send you to detention.

taehyun has always been pretty sharp. nothing goes under the radar. not even how kai lights up ever so subtly whenever you give him special attention. not even the shift in beomgyu’s gaze when you comforted him after his last breakup. not even how soobin keeps and keeps and keeps trying to flake out on hang-outs whenever you’re around. not even yeonjun’s half-assed attempts to stay in touch ever since he left for university.

“hey, get your fucking shit together.”

none of these things had gone unnoticed. he doesn’t understand why the other four are failing to notice things.

“do you think avoiding her is doing more good than harm? quit being selfish and think about just how much you’re hurting her by staying away and keeping your distance.”

because, really—

“why are you acting as if moving out of the neighborhood is such a big deal? so what if you’re in college now. soobin’s gonna follow you there next year anyway. you’re already far away as is and you’re making it even harder for us to reach you.”

it doesn’t take an untrained eye—

“can’t you see that unloading all your feelings for her is making her uncomfortable? burdensome? i get that you like her, but quit being caught up in your own emotions to the point where you’re failing to consider everyone else’s.”

nor does it take quick wits and sensibilities—

“seriously, what exactly do you want? you say one thing and do another. you swore to move on and get over it, but you’re still expecting things, you’re still latching onto the hope that something more could happen.”

to notice just how shitty you feel about all of this. 

“i feel like things have gotten awfully tangled lately,” you sigh. it’s the middle of the night, and you called taehyun over for a quick stroll around the neighborhood. obviously, that’s not the only reason why you called for his presence. “i miss the old days where we can all just hang out with no issues.”

when you look at taehyun with a somber smile, he feels something heavy press into his ribcage from the inside. it suffocates the life out of him. it clogs his throat, constricts his breathing. he gives your hand a squeeze as tight as how his lungs are feeling.

“don’t worry.”

once again, kang taehyun has to be the one to swoop in so that no one gets in trouble. so that no one gets uncomfortable. so that no one ruins the god damned ten years of friendship you guys have built just because of feelings they can’t keep under wraps. 

“i’ll fix it.”

but in order to do that—

your smile brightens. his chest feels tighter. 

—he needs to get his shit together.

“thank you.” 

he can’t let himself fall for you too.

send me a kpop boy (txt/enha/zb1/bnd/dream) to toss into reverse harem hell! [yeonjun] [beomgyu]