#here we gooooo

[thewalrusespublicist]

John and Paul: A Love Story in Songs is on the GQ list lmaooooo.

The description:

Surely, you might think, everything good that can be written about the Beatles has been written already. You might think that, but it looks like Ian Leslie has done the impossible, and breathed new life into one of the world’s most studied bands. Specifically, he’s looking at John Lennon and Paul McCartney, and how – in an inspired bit of framing – their sublimely successful creative partnership in songwriting wasn’t all that different to a romance.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Guys. 😭

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[lemmeaskthedevil]

👨‍👨‍👦👨🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 🔫 season 4/post shooting fic rec 👨‍👨‍👦👨🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 🔫

for @lesbiankinard ❤️

moonlight, nightmares, and tearful confessions by @gayhoediaz

just to be with you series by @woodchoc-magnum

i kinda fell half in love (and you're to blame) by orphan_account

i don't swim and you're not in love by @hattalove

lead me back (from the darkness) by @cinematicnomad

when the walls close in by @tawaifeddiediaz

It gets better in the dark (i feel closer to your heart) by @mellaithwen

if you love me, say it first by @lesbiankinard

I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by morganofthefairies

The Scroll of Saint Barnabas by @runawaymarbles

this must be the place by euadnes

The Song of Orpheus and Eurydice series by @elvensorceress

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard? by @hoediaz

waiting for the hint of a spark by @fallingthorns

[lilbeanz]

Oops, my finger slipped...

[rebeccapearson]

the musketeers rewatch » 1x01 friends and enemies

If only men would think instead of fight, there might be more good ones left.

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MOST [REDACTED] BRACKET FINAL ROUND!

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

The Skeleton on Horseback

Pictured on the Death tarot card is always a skeleton riding a horse, carrying a black flag with a white flower on it. Sometimes, there is a rising sun and/or sad people (including a child) in the background.

Death is indeed one of the more melancholy cards of the deck, as it resembles an end. But the rising sun offers hope for a new tomorrow, a new beginning.

based on this tweet

[dindjarindiaries]

We’re officially in the single digit day countdown for season 3

[thaltro]

In the mood to do some of your guyses shitty doodle ship art requests- sorry I haven’t been doing them much. The old host would typically do those but I can take up the tradition💙🫡

[zantedeschia-praesul]

Come Right In, @kowaindar0u

"Yuichi? You doing okay? You barely touched your plate at all since you came home."

Despite his housemate's rather odd behavior at the best of times, Saseki had learned to pick up just a few things about Yuichi. Of course things that, most of the time, he only chucks it up as probably something health-related (he learned the hard way how his housemate is NOT fond of being outside in the sun), but he's more concerned in a way that he barely sees him eat, well, something.

And he's not about to ask his entire appearance; of course there are people who are naturally pale. But tonight Yuichi seems even paler than usual, like... Worrying level, at least to Saseki.

So he thought maybe, since he has no classes running, he could fix them both breakfast, just in time for Yuichi's shift to end that morning. But seeing his housemate in a concerned state made him more worried, if ever.

The man then realizes that sounded a little, well, patronizing on his half, if ever.

"Sorry, I thought maybe I could cheer you up with something you might like since, well, it's been a long shift for you and all last night..."

[radaverse]

wholesome sj pom comic wip

who wants wholesome sj pom comic

Next

[kleinstar]

@sunliteve

Sure it was a shocker to wake up in yet another new body but receiving the message it was clear it was no time for such things. These things only lasted limited time anyway (it seemed).

Eiden would like to make a dramatic entrance to maybe lighten mood up just in case but alas he lacks the key to do so. And unlike some of his friends he's not about to break in either. So instead, he appears behind his own door, holding little friend in his arms.

As soon as the door opens Eiden winks and poses expectantly, still firmly holding to Bloody Mary as he throws a finger greeting with a free hand.

" I received your message groom and so I'm here for your rescue! "

Boy is it weird to see yourself from a third view perspective like this....

[angie-long-legs-moved]

"No one touches what's mine."

prompt from @hazbinned

cont. from here

Of course it wouldn't last.

That was the first thought to cross Angel's mind as he was confronted by his owner, seething with fury as the truth lay bare before them.

Of course it wouldn't last. Of course it had to be ruthlessly shattered in front of him, just like every other beautiful thing he'd ever had the privilege of calling his own.

Had he been an idiot to hope that maybe it would? To wish that somehow, through some Heavenly miracle, the pure bliss of falling in love would fill the rest of his eternity? Perhaps he was an idiot. In the cold light of day, he had to be. This was Hell. And since he had first set foot down here, every hope he had known had come crashing down around him as that gloating inner voice told him he was stupid for expecting anything else.

But he had been so, so careful. He was well aware of how dangerous it would be for Valentino to find out about his relationship with Husk, and he did his damndest to hide it. But Val knew Angel. He could tell something had shifted, that this wasn't the same Angel Dust whose strings he could so easily pull to get exactly what he wanted. So, when Angel had been called into his dressing room unexpectedly, the dread that washed over him was a mere omen of the misery to come.

The room was completely ransacked. Every drawer upturned, clothes strewn everywhere, makeup spilling over the lurid flooring to form ugly stains the colour of bruises. The moth demon was calm, statuesque even - utterly juxtaposed against the chaos of his surroundings. He did not so much as look up from his phone as Angel entered the room - he simply began reading aloud from it. And then Angel's heart dropped.

That was his phone.

They were texts between him and Husk.

In that moment, Angel conceded that he was fucked. He had lost the fight before it had even started. He was used to Valentino's anger, his spontaneous temper tantrums, and petty fury. But this was no such rage. This meant something. This was harrowing.

"Val, it ain't how it looks," Angel started, quiet with fear and instinctively backing away. Yeah, that old cliché, he thought, furious at his own mind as it short-circuited from sheer blind panic, utterly useless in thinking of a single believeable lie. He smiled benignly - his only weapon in this battle. A wooden sword against a rhinestoned revolver.

"It was just a- a fling! It ain't serious, ya gotta believe me!"

[heavycrwns]

imessage >> lottie & camp.

campbell: sooooo you n dany hmm? campbell: i hope ur dad didn t see @quccnbees

[cao-the-dreamer]

Rules: Post a 24-hour poll containing two truths and one lie about your oc. Have your followers try to guess

Got tagged by @greypetrel and Sotos immediately sprung to mind so thank you hehehehe, get to share more lore this way

Tagging @dungeons-and-dragon-age @camelliagwerm @palipunk @razumairon @a-drama-addict @vigilskeep and whoever wants to play

[sinnabee]

oh...? looks like someone's up past their bedtime