#hes so real for that i fear

[sophaeros]

hi everyone did you know that um. 😊when julian went over to albert's house in 2013 to listen to st justice he asked if it was about him. 😊 yes the song that is a love song to albert's then-girlfriend justyna. haha. just letting you know 😊

albert hammond jr for the talk, 2013 (x)

[edenvinity]

valterri making sure he is on the furthest part of the track from the lando/max battle … he does not want to be the next nicholas latifi

[vaguely-concerned]

can you even imagine what a fucking horror show the early game is from spite's perspective, though. not only is this funky forcibly severed little slip of the fade having to deal with the reverse cosmic horror of physical reality as perceived by a spirit and being trapped in it against its will -- existentially confused and disoriented and hurting and nothing makes any kind of sense, at the mercy of human cruelty at its most deliberately sadistic. and then the one source of comfort and compassion and some kind of safety and clarity that lucanis surely must have been to him in the ossuary despite everything just goes and shuts himself in his room inside with a seemingly passive aggressive number of locks between them and no explanation and won't speak to him and they're STILL in the fucking ossuary. rook came and found them and they could be free now (rook is here!) and still lucanis keeps them in the ossuary even though he PROMISED he promised they'd get out of there together!!! what the fuck DO you think at that point? like did he trick me that whole time??? he wasn't like zara before, so why is he doing this to me now? why isn't he saying anything? 'he won't move. I can't reach him'. at least in the ossuary they had a deal, a goal, a hope -- each other. at least he wasn't entirely alone, before.

this poor poor poor little spite spirit really was ferried into the real world like 'hey welcome to reality! as your first introduction to it you're first getting horrifically tortured and then getting to vicariously experience one of THE most distressing and harrowing psychological conditions the human brain can cook up for itself (a fully fledged and deeply entrenched freeze response flaring up with catastrophic severity due to an unbroken ongoing and unlikely to let up any time soon chain of Unfortunately... Recent Events). I think spite is being extremely reasonable and patient about the whole thing, when you put it into perspective. I'm not saying let him eat the self-lighting candles or anything, but he's got some extremely valid points along the way lol. spite is not only child-like, the metaphor work going on is a lot more pleasingly flexible and complex than that, but he is also helplessly existentially dependent on lucanis in a way that, if anything, is a heightened version of the way a child (or child part) has to depend on a parent to navigate the world and survive.

tl;dr: we truly don't give enough sympathy to spite for having to live in the head of lucanis dellamorte. a place even lucanis dellamorte would prefer not to be. to be fair to him I think lucanis would be the first person to agree with this lol

[benevolenterrancy]

Scholarly peak is catching up on recent literature

[scholliski]

“we’re finally going to get biblically accurate Kevin Day”

nvm that mf was just as in love with him as Neil is

[z0mbatz]

facecards so lethal im posting this from hell… died instantly i fear

[lxclerc]

max really said that if he were in logan’s position, he’d already be on the plane home but would crash his car first so no one can drive it if he cant 😭😭

​hes a hater at his core and i truly respect that

[lucabyte]

A belief in Nominative Determinsim

[oneofthedrunksattheoverpass]

season 7 eddie feels like the feelings realization and gay panic freak out and season 8 eddie feels like quiet acceptance and pining over buck

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: nightmares / trauma / ]

Post-invasion, Mikey sneaks into Leo’s room and when asked by Leo what the problem was, Mikey just smiles and says since he’s awake and knew Leo would be too, he didn’t want either of them alone. Leo laughs and lets Mikey stick around, both of them clumped together on Leo’s bed, watching grainy compilations of old Lou Jitsu commercials on Leo’s phone.

Technically, Mikey didn’t lie. He just didn’t explain everything that led him to Leo’s room. He didn’t explain the nightmare of his arms burning up too bright, too fast, destroyed before Raph and Donnie have a chance to help. He didn’t explain how he woke up with a wail caught in his throat, phantom pain in his arms and chest alike chasing away any semblance of exhaustion. He didn’t explain how his mind made sure he knew, vividly, that if one thing went wrong with his portal, then he would have never seen Leo again.

He didn’t explain, and he didn’t have to. Leo knows his brothers better than he knows himself, and Mikey has always been easy to read. So it’s no trouble to let Mikey know that he’s still with them, that Leo is here and alive with everyone else. And when Mikey finally regains his exhaustion and falls asleep leaning against Leo, Leo simply maneuvers him into a more comfortable position and stays by his side.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t go to sleep - not that he could, anyway. He just mindlessly scrolls on his phone, the soft snores of his little brother filling the room. He stays in place, awake, because he wants to be sure that when Mikey wakes up again it’s to the immediate sight that Leo is alive and well and home.

And, if Leo’s bring honest, that’s a reminder not just for Mikey’s sake.

[mochinomnoms]

Cling azul clingy azul clingy azul. Kisses for azulito. Azulito deserves many kisses

BESITOS! MUCHÍSIMOS BESITOS, MUCHÍSIMOS PARA EL AZULITO MI AZULITO AZULITO AZULITO AAAAAAAAAAAAAA BESITOS BESOSBESOSBESO!!!!!!!! EL MERECE MI AMOR, MI CARIÑO, MI TODO LOS BESOS NO SON SUFICIENTE—

*ahem*

If you're like me, and insist on showering Azulito (he begs that you don't call him that in front of others, especially the twins) with kisses and kisses galore, you better commit to it!!

You better let him cling to you as you cuddle and smooch in his large bed, he's exhausted after a long day's work. He needs this, he needs to wrap his arms (just the two never seems enough sometimes) around you as you lay on his chest with his weighted blanked on top of you both.

Complain that it's heavy, but he insists if he's to take you back home that you start becoming accustomed to the pressure of the ocean and his 8 tentacles around you. No, you are legally obligated to spend at least one hour with him every day after 5pm per your relationship contact.

(Note that, it's not an actual contract. He's made very few since Leona destroyed his collection, saving them for emergencies and things of personal importance. He has one waiting for you to sign in the future, glittering gold with the words ENGAGEMENT CONTRACT on the top.)

For now, though, he demands that you let him indulge in your affections, exclusive to him (and maybe Grim). Leave lipstick marks on him, one specifically on his collar, Why are you so surprised? It's so that he can brag about getting such a wonderful, beautiful, enchanting, loving partner. Azul's so surprisingly affectionate in public, an arm wrapped around your waist so that his hand rests on your hip, rubbing any exposed skin there. He's bringing you closer, preening when you place a hand on his chest for stability. That's right, he's YOUR stability in this crazy world. He's delighted that everyone else can mope and stomp around, jealous as you place another kiss on his cheek. All these single-fucks can seethe and cry about how he, the Azul Ashengrotto, can show off his pretty eye-candy of his arm with a self-satisfied smirk.

You're his partner, his beloved, his his his! You, to be frank, had the opportunity to choose celebrities, princes, heirs, future kings. You had the cream of the crop, really. But none of them met your standards, only him! He wins! Ha! Ha ha ha! Now, let's go back to the bedroom, he's in need of your sweet embrace and would like to make out with his partner! HIS!!!

Ha, ha, HA!

[tropicalcontinental]

Human fear is the window to the soul or whatever ://

[daftmooncretin]

big bummer that lestat slept through the 60s… like rip king you should have fucked simon and garfunkel

[yuwuta]

tennis/fencing player yuuta what if i kms he wouldnt be getting any practice done if i was around

so real…. whenever tennis is involved, it has his attention, almost completely undivided. so even though you’re flirting with him, and keep pretending to flip your skirt up, and keep pouting, the only thing on his mind on the court is helping you LOLLL he’s in coach mode fr and it’s cute because even when you’re whining, “yuutaaaaa it’s hard when they’re coming this fast! why don’t you come show me again how you do it,” in such an obvious attempt to get him close to you, but yuuta just shakes his head from across the court and tells you, “i’m sorry, i’ll go easier. you can do it, honey, i believe in you.” he’s so genuine—you’re trying to get in his pants, and here he is putting his full faith in you :((

it doesn’t stop you, though. momentarily, maybe, he tugs on your heart strings, so put some actual effort into practicing, but there’s always a tipping point when the court is littered with loose tennis balls, and you’re frustrated because this is way harder than it looks and because yuuta looks way too good in his practice clothes, and it doesn’t help that he finds any excuse to praise you, no matter how small your progress might be, and now it’s getting hotter outside and he’s sweating a little bit and you need this to be over now, but yuuta’s already going on about whatever exercise you two can try next. you need to take matters into your own hands, because clearly your flirting isn’t getting you what you want from this far, so you sigh, and skip your way over to half-court, reach over the net, and pull him by his collar for a kiss.

you can literally hear him squeak and then get himself together, put a hand on your waist and kiss you back. he’s red in the face now, and it’s not from practice, and you always find it endearing that no matter how long you’ve been together, yuuta hardly ever seems to know when you’re coming on to him; and when you he does get it, he’s still as flustered as when you first met. you find his blush so cute, you have to kiss him again, and again, and again until he’s pulling back, and stuttering, “okay, okay—we just, let me pick up the balls real quick—” to which you groan and grab him by the collar again, arching your foot to step on a rolling ball, squishing it with more force than necessary, and warning him, “that will be you if we don’t go now,” which makes him squeak in a completely different way, nervously nodding his head, “r-right, yeah, okay—i’m sorry, come on let’s—” he pauses to jumping over the net to your side, bends down to secure one arm under your knees and lift you up bridal style, “we can clean up later.” 

[darcyolsson]

unfortunately do i think kit herondale would vape if he were a teenager in 2025. but thankfully his story is a period piece set in 2015 so we don't have to worry about any of that

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

The time I spent spinning on the merry-go-round of emotion…was all an illusion

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