#gonna bash my head against the wall

[piastri]

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how it started

how it's going

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[clownbastard]

He promised himself that he would never be weak again, but most of the examples of bravery in his life were either thinly veiled cruelty or a complete lack of emotion... No wonder he turned out like this.

Sorry for the tiktok watermark, but for some reason, capcut didn't let me add music when I was editing this, so I had to improvise. Also had a different song in mind, but whatever.

[lucishell]

they are happy and healthy and nothing bad has ever happend to them ♡

(ref from Vbvs2V)

[im-fucking-baalin]

On Holyness and the blood you spilled to reach it

sooooo,,, spanish jumpscares you i guess!

that is a catholic prayer we say before communion if i remember correctly. it is meant to absolve you from any minor sin you may have commited in the time between last mass and the current one, yknow, things like lying or thinking "bad things" etc etc. It is half of it; the rest directly names virgin mary and such so i didnt find it necessary to add it, it would have killed the vibe imo.

I wish i could add a translation, but honestly im not sure wheter if it gets used in other countries and/or how many variations of it exists, and i dont want to mess anything up, sorry :(

on a second note, this was the "comic" i mentioned! halfway into rendering it, it just kind of didnt feel right anymore, so i reused a panel i liked a lot :] there are like two or three more of those, that of course will get their own full drawings!

now, lore!

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i love the idea if lambert just, fully losing themselves to the concepts of good and bad. they were raised a certain way, destined to guide and protect, to be compassionate, kind and understanding. but on their pure rage, having accepted towws deal without batting an eye, they are forced to destroy their morals, and the constant guilt that comes from that confuses them so much, for now toww praises them for the bloodshed, but the doctrine in which they were raised persists on their mind and hurts them like a bitch but their actual god is there and doesnt condemn anything but they are so sure they would be considered a monster by their past flock and dklnsfuenvm

ohhhh this bad boy can fit in so much trauma

[todayisafridaynight]

no ones ever gonna understand how much i love daigo doin this stupid shit after dissolving the tojo

[questerine]

CHAT. i just finished reading all the worlds a (alien) stage by @realfakedokja and it genuinely altered my brain chemistry. PLEASE GO READ IT AND SEND 8970 KUDOS IT IS SO GOOD IT MADE ME KICK MY FEET AND GIGGLE UNCONTROLLABLY.

[dejaroze]

last night I dreamt that somebody loved me

no hope, no harm

just another false alarm

[pizzajesus72]

ao3 please come back up the kids miss you

[hendolish]

ty @purple-afternoon for giving me inspo :)

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declan rice/anthony gordon - dazed (part 2!)

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The air at the England camp is alive with anticipation. The excitement of the previous match lingers, creating a charged atmosphere, and Anthony finds himself drawn to Declan more and more each day.

They haven’t labeled their relationship, but all Anthony knows is that he likes spending time with Dec, definitely loves kissing him, and he doesn’t want any of it to stop. He also appreciates their banter, a language of its own, filled with teasing, and the laughter that makes Declan's face light up in the most captivating way.

The morning sun filters through the training ground, casting a golden hue over everything. Anthony stretches on the pitch, his muscles relishing the warm-up, when Declan jogs over, a mischievous glint in his eyes after he catches Anthony tugging down the front of his top from where it's ridden upwards.

“Ready to get schooled, Gordon?” Declan teases, nudging Anthony with his shoulder.

Anthony grins and rolls his eyes, feeling that familiar light and easy flutter in his chest. “In your dreams.”

They share a laugh, the kind that feels easy and natural. As they move through drills, Anthony notices how Dec’s presence steadies him. The banter between them flows effortlessly, punctuated by moments of shared glances and inside jokes. Somehow it feels as though they've known each other forever.

During a break, they sit on the damp grass, catching their breath. Declan leans back, propping himself up on his elbows, looking out over the training ground. Anthony can’t help but steal glances at him, taking in the way the sunlight highlights the contours of his angular face.

“Dec,” Anthony starts, his voice soft, “d'you ever think about what happens after all this?”

Declan turns to him, eyebrows raised. “You mean after the tournament?”

“Yeah. Like, what happens with us?”

Declan’s smile is warm, reassuring. “I think we figure it out as we go, mate. I like this,” he gestures between them, “and I don’t see why it has to stop.”

Anthony nods, feeling a surge of affection and a wash of relief he wasn't aware he was witholding. “Me too.”

Their moment is interrupted by Stonesy, who plops down next to them with a wide grin. “You two look cozy. What’s the goss?”

Anthony feels his cheeks heat up. He opens his mouth to respond, but the words get stuck. “Uh, nothing much, just… talking.”

Declan, ever the quick thinker, jumps in. “We were just discussing who’s got the best moves on the team. Obviously, I said you've got nothing on me.”

John laughs, clearly delighted by the deflection. “You wish, Dec. Everyone saw those moves after the quarters.”

The banter continues, and Anthony is grateful for the distraction. He admires how easily Declan shifts the focus, making everyone laugh and feel at ease. It’s one of the things he loves and admires about him.

Later, as they head back to their rooms, Declan wraps an arm around Anthony’s shoulders, pulling him close. “You alright? Looked like you were about to combust back there.”

Anthony chuckles, leaning into Declan’s side. “Yeah, thanks for that. I’m still getting used to… this.”

Declan’s grip tightens slightly. “Me too. But we’ve got this, Ant. No need to rush anything.”

That night, they find themselves in Declan’s room, the TV playing highlights from the previous matches. Declan lies back on the bed, and Anthony joins him, resting his head on Dec’s chest. The steady rise and fall of his breathing is soothing, and Anthony feels content in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“Didn’t expect you to be such a cuddler,” Anthony murmurs, a smile tugging at his lips.

Declan chuckles, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Anthony’s back. “Guess you bring it out in me.”

Anthony’s heart swells at the admission. He lifts his head slightly to look at Declan. “I like it. I like being here with you.”

Declan’s eyes soften, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to Anthony’s lips. “Good, because I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

The next day, during training, the mood is good. The team is a well-oiled machine, working together seamlessly, and Declan and Anthony’s connection on the field seems to have bloomed alongside their off-field relationship. They move in sync, anticipating each other’s moves, creating opportunities that leave their teammates impressed.

As they head back to the dressing room, Harry Kane comments, “You two have gotten pretty close lately, haven’t you?”

Anthony feels the blush creeping up his neck. “Uh, yeah, we’ve just been… spending more time together.”

Declan, sensing Anthony’s discomfort, jumps in with a grin. “Can you blame him, mate? I’m irresistible.” He winks, making everyone laugh, effectively diverting the attention.

In the quieter moments, Anthony reflects on how much has changed in such a short time. He’s never felt this kind of connection with anyone before, and it’s both exhilarating and terrifying. But with Declan by his side, he feels ready to face whatever comes next.

As they lie in bed that night, Declan pulls Anthony close, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You know, I’m glad we have this time together.”

“Me too,” Anthony whispers, feeling the truth of those words deep in his bones. He looks up at Declan, their faces inches apart. “I don’t want this to end.”

Declan smiles, a soft, genuine smile that makes Anthony’s heart skip a beat. “It won’t. We’ll make sure of it.”

Anthony closes his eyes, letting the warmth of Declan’s embrace wash over him. In this moment, everything feels right. The future may be uncertain, but with Declan, he knows they’ll face it together. And that’s all that matters.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Declan breaks it with a question that catches Anthony off guard. “How long is a flight to Newcastle d’you reckon then?”

Anthony enjoys the way the syllables trip off Declan’s Cockney tongue. “About an hour, I think.”

Declan’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wait, have you even got an airport up there? I ain't gotta buy a private jet or something?”

Anthony laughs and hits him lightly on the chest. “'Course we’ve got an airport, you div. It’s the north of England, not the third world.”

He can feel the rumble of Declan’s laughter in his chest as he argues, “Same thing.”

Anthony rolls his eyes but smiles. “Like I said, about an hour. Not... not that I’ve, like… looked it up already or anything…”

Declan’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “Oh, so you have been planning my visits, huh?”

Anthony’s blush deepens, and he sputters, “N-No! I just… I was curious, alright?”

Dec’s laughter is infectious, and before Anthony knows it, they’re rolling around on the bed, playfighting until Declan pins him down, swooping down to steal his lips in a kiss.

The kiss is warm and sweet, filled with the promise of more moments like this. As they pull apart, Anthony gazes up at Declan, his heart full. Whatever the future holds, he knows they’ll face it together, and that’s all he needs.

♡

[amys-love-potion]

HI GUYS 😋😋😋😋 I haven't been active (when it comes to posting) but but but I finished moriarty the patriot and and and ahehabwuabwhahsuqhwuwwhwhwhw I love him sososo dearly I'm gonna go insane.... louis my beloved <33

[2a-void]

Look... I can explain... (;● ﹏ ●)

Commission I requested from Cereal on Twitter :)

[bat-luun]

woag i feel so sigma! ←on the verge of a panic attack

[capybapybara]

group projects are insane because tell me how we present in 11 hours and you haven’t even added your powerpoint slides…

[inkykeiji]

(ー_ーゞ

[serraturt]

my anxiety might actually kill me one of these days