#him reflecting on everything..

[mobius-m-mobius]

#there are two types of actors 😂💖

[rika-mortis]

Headcanon: Deep down they both want to be their fairy godparent/godkid again after losing them, but don't believe they deserve each other and feel like they aren't worthy to be their companion anymore

They both need counseling and therapy as a whole package

[formulaonedirection]

and when I hurt / hurtin' runs off my shoulder / how can I hurt when holding you 💕

[lovetique]

"no, no," dismissive hand waved him off, "albert einstein is your signature look. i wouldn't even know who you are if you weren't giving albert." hard getting the joking words out from the giggles choking her up, gasping for air at this point and small hand clutching her stomach like it might help.

"besides my mom, you're my favorite person. that's gonna never change. no one else is funny and smart at the same time like you." finger gently pressed into his cheek, next to the corner of his mouth. voice sweet and kind, mirroring in her gaze as well as their eyes locked. and elena could see how he was searching for something in hers... probably any clue of her lying when there was zero. it only made sense to dish her honest compliments, things she admires a lot about him after poking fun at him. even if she never got to see him again, he'd always be her favorite human. "only one? well, i wonder how i got so lucky to feel so special." it automatically made her smaller frame cling to his bigger one, arms squeezing him as cheek nuzzled into his cheek like an affectionate cat despite the stubble on his face scratching her skin.

she jumped in an amusing way when marcus responded right away to her fingers dancing aimlessly against his sides and stomach, causing her warm eyes to brighten in wild excitement at his laughs, even content at the answer... he's in fact ticklish. then it causes her to laugh along with him asking if she tickled him. "it was about time you had an updated tickle visit. i got curious." elena admits, puppy dog brown eyes blinking innocently despite the grin curving her lips saying otherwise.

"and it was s–" words getting cut off, her body immediately responding, causing her to squirm and kick at the sheets. head immediately thrown back in the pillow behind her, she squeaked with laughter, eyes squeezing shut at how easily painfully ticklish she most certainly is. "noo! NOT tickle revenge!" she grabbed his hands as she writhed, squirming around like a squiggly snake, attempting to peel them off her sides.

"but it sucks dealing with the day with little sleep, feeling grumpy like oscar the grouch." she breathed, feeling like she'd ran a marathon from his tickle revenge, "you know, from sesame street. the one who likes living in a trash can." she rambled on, amuse smile temporarily lacing her voice. "and i worry about you." the biggest factor. brunette frowns, despite the smile that fluctuates in between at how thinking about her is informed. sweetness to her heart that painfully makes it swell into a pang of huge guilt. starting to feel like she doesn't deserve someone like him. "we'll go to sleep now, even if we don't want to. and you'll see me again quicker than you think." it was excruciating to say that, when she was contemplating on distancing. she pecked his cheek while cupping the other with her hand, then moved to hug his torso, treating him as her human teddy bear –– and settle her head back on his chest as a pillow. calming down after a chaotic night, that turned into safety, comfort and the feeling of home. .. if this is home, why would she run away from it? the question that'll keep her up all night.

the silence he used to be comfortable with now eats him alive because this is the only sound he wants to hear — elena’s laughter. the sound bouncing off of his blank walls and empty decor, save for a photo of his mother and little sister on his dresser, forced marcus to realize how vacant this place felt. nothing else in his apartment felt distinctly personal, as if he could be plucked out of it without a thought. but her laugh is a living thing all on its own, and it feels like the sun on his face, so it predictably warms the frigid bones of his home. “alright, alright, i’ll make sure my hair is perfectly coiffed the next time i see you,” laughter leaks through each syllable, but the promise is weak. he would look like a fool anywhere, any time, just to pull this reaction from her. her head is perfectly positioned on his chest, eyes sparkling with confusion and tone bearing the slightest bit of defense. the certainty in her voice displayed a sort of conviction that was rare from her, but marcus couldn’t allow himself to believe it to be true. beyond all of the concrete facts that he couldn’t ignore or displace from his mind long enough to dive into that daydream, it would hurt too much. marcus holds her gaze for a long moment, searching her eyes for the tiniest scrap of dishonesty or placation, but he comes up empty. he can feel his heart quicken in pace. “okay then, i’m your favorite person,” he softly concedes, expression twisted in emotion. “it’s mutual, then. you’re the only person i think about.” words fall from his mouth too quickly, but he’s sure she knows, and there’s no use in futile backtracking. “and there’s the position title for my new business cards - mr. proper,” he grins toward the ceiling, shaking his head. marcus had worked toward that adjective his entire life – proper; put together, disciplined, gentlemanly. he had adult responsibility thrust on his shoulders since his teens, and maintaining a semblance of composure was sometimes the only thing that held him together. but, still, he had his many cracks, and although they were well tended to, elena still took the time to notice them. the unrelenting jabs in his sides and stomach startle him, bringing about an eruption of laughter and wild movement. for once, he’s scrambling out of her grasp. “did you just tickle me?” he asks astonishedly once the attack is over. “i haven’t been tickled in — god, 10 years?” blows a sigh out of his lips, feigning exhaustion, until he’s quickly returning the favor as he’s turned to face her, hands latched to her sides, touch light and incessant. “already am,” he answers quickly and assuredly, fingers still aimlessly threading through her hair. free hand comes to rest underneath his head, eyes feeling heavier and heavier with each passing moment. whatever exhaustion he felt was outweighed by the sound of her voice, pulling him out of sleep’s comfortable embrace. he wished they had more time, that they could take a vacation from their own lives. before he met elena, it had never occurred to marcus how much of a privilege it could be to just sleep next to someone. “i’ll do what i always do – go to work, i’ll drink my coffee, think about you,” the answer is as simple & mundane as the description of the weather, as if it were so glaringly obvious. “it’ll be just like any other day,” he hums.

his mind flickers back through the night; the kiss that still burned his lips (that was so different from all the others), the flinch at his touch, the promise of seeing her outside of this bubble they’ve so carefully cultivated, being deemed her ‘favorite person’. it proved something that he already knew to be true: nothing about this affair was sought out of convenience or insignificance for him. the pull of her was not from this game of cat and mouse; this wasn’t about victory or wanting what he couldn’t have — he was falling in love with her, if he wasn’t head over heels already. his feelings for elena were as real and tangible as anything else in this world. anything that she wanted from him was hers to keep, even if it ruined him.

[stemiwithme]

langdon and santos are both right about each other. langdon is right when he calls santos out for her mean streak while speaking to robby and santos is right when she brings her own concerns abt langdon’s suspected drug abuse to robby. like they’re both 100% right and valid in those moments. and i think it gives them this rly interesting dynamic where they’re just…transparent to each other. not WITH but to. as in they see right through the other’s mask even when other people don’t. and they mirror each other like crazy!!! they’re both extremely ambitious, cocky, restless, full of false bravado. but they’re also kind and gentle and sensitive and funny. they’re so alike but they also HATE each other and it is SO fun and entertaining while also speaking to a deeper level of their characters. something something self hatred subconsciously projected outward something something. idk i just think they’re neat and it’d be cool to see an enemies to coworkers who can actually tolerate being in the same room together arc. i need santos to be mean to him and for him to laugh and say something stupid and it’s all good bc the beef has been squashed and santos just shakes her head and walks away

[rowanisawriter]

fic is a safe space, probably one of the last safe spaces. by safe i mean safe from the pressure of caving to advertisers. you can write fic about anything and not worry (shouldn’t worry) about what’s popular or what an advertiser oriented algorithm will pick up. what i mean by this is that you don’t have to bring this advertiser friendly behavior into fic. heroes can make bad decisions, people can fall out of love, villains can win, villainous organizations can win, redemption doesn’t have to happen, etc. make things a little messy if you want to, because life can be messy and art is a reflection of life. not what the advertisers have decided for us life is like, real life. this is one of the last places where this is still possible

[bobosbillionsknives]

"wouldn't you agree?" is bait btw. He wants you to say yes so he can have a reason to be mad at you (even though he believes this about himself. He just doesn't want you to agree ..😁)

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

the luca guadagnino reflection on repression and love got to me. alright

[peppysinc]

Feral again about

I-am-not-perfect-but-I-try-hard-to-be-my-best-self-to-you Norris

and

I-notice-every-gesture-of-kindness-and-I-don’t-take-it-for-granted Piastri

[mamawasatesttube]

tim kon cassie trio on the mind today. not a love triangle, not a polycule, but a secret third thing (when a gay man, a lesbian, and their pet bisexual freak love each other very much...)

[vaggieslefteye]

ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ↳ anonymous asked: HUSK and ALASTOR or angel and valentino?

[puppppppppy]

personal character design headcanons + brainrot

Note: the re-bound!au does NOT belong to me, it belongs to @chipper-smol I’m just not normal about it lol

[appropriatelystupid]

Dracula + his crows - his reflection

[thedarknesseater]

I think it's more interesting that there is no lingering consciousness of suguru in his body. It's all just kenjaku, like literally that mf implants their brain in whatever body they're inhabiting. There is no trace of suguru in there anymore.

It's not a mind that tries to stop kenjaku in shibuya. There is nothing left of "him" that tries to protect satoru, but only a physical reflex. Muscle memory.

It's more interesting when even in death, suguru's body is hardwired to protect satoru. Every fibre of his being is attuned to keeping satoru safe. Huh.

[akiacia]

the things that come back

[s0fter-sin]

(cw non-sexual kink, cis male tiddy sucking)

nikolai takes one look at ghost - at the stiffness he holds himself with, arms held rigidly at his sides as he glares ahead, each breath carefully measured to make himself unnoticed - and knows it’s been too long since he’s checked on his boy

all it takes is a single look, catching his bruised and tired eyes, and ghost all but slumps. nikolai turns, heading towards the 141’s private rec room and he doesn’t need to hear the near-silent footsteps to know ghost’s following. he pulls him down onto the couch, bringing him into the circle of his arms even as he weakly tries to pull away

“don’t need it, nik; don’t have time…” ghost argues but it’s hollow at best

“hush, sweet one,” he soothes his halfhearted protests and thumbs his mask up above his lips. “always so nervous; so lost...”

he tugs his shirt up, showing off his belly and the heavy swell of his hairy pecs; nipples already pebbled. he cups the back of ghost’s head, his thumb brushing over his exposed jaw and ghost is helpless to follow as he gently leads him to latch onto his breast

“i have you,” he promises

no matter how big he is, in presence or in stature, nikolai is bigger; encompassing his whole body in warmth and safety, the familiar scent of cologne and motor oil filling his senses just as the heat of his tit fills his mouth

ghost’s eyes roll back and he nuzzles deeper into his chest, sinking into him and lets his mind empty as he suckles

-

soap didn’t mean to. he didn’t mean to walk in on something not meant for his eyes. he just wanted to check on ghost; he’s been so distant lately, different from his usual bad days and he doesn’t know how to help him but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to try

but he didn’t mean for this; for guilt and a heated, confused want to chase through him as he enters the rec room and realises nikolai got to ghost first

realises they’re not just necking on the couch; that ghost’s lips are pressed tight to nikolai’s furred breast and not moving away, a gentle hollow thinning his exposed cheeks as he sucks, his throat softly bobbing as he swallows

nikolai’s cupping the back of his head, fingers drifting through the blonde hair at the nape of his neck and he looks so fond; like there’s nowhere he’d rather be than on their broken in couch with ghost curled around his body, sucking what must be a deep ache into his tit.

then nikolai looks up at him, frozen in the doorway and soap-

soap runs

-

nikolai gives soap a few days before he tries to talk about it; gives him a chance to come to terms with what he's seen. it's almost adorable; how deep soap’s flush grows when he sees him, how he stumbles over his words and can’t quite make eye contact

but it also tugs at him that he feels the need to shrink, to brace himself from whatever punishment he thinks is headed his way; shoulders hunching in, arms wrapped almost defensively around his body before finding whatever excuse he can to run from him

run from himself

he wishes he could wait for soap to come to him but he knows lost boys and their fear of coming in from the cold

nikolai keeps himself gentle as he uses his bulk to corner soap; stopping him from running but also using it to show how easily he could hide in him if he just let himself give in. if he let him take care of him the same way he takes care of ghost

"but... but it's wrong," soap whispers, fingers tangling with a gold cross at the hollow of his throat (a cross so similar to one he’d melted down all those years ago), but he speaks with such clear longing; eyes wide where he stares up at him, all but begging to be told otherwise and it almost breaks nikolai's heart

"no, lovely boy," he denies softly and soap shudders as he cups his face and backs him up against the corner; hugged by both walls and nikolai himself. "there is nothing more natural."

he caresses soap's cheek. he feels him shake under his touch, his eyes already growing dewy, and chances drifting his fingers over his bottom lip. soap's breath hitches and he looks up at him with so much fear - so much trust - and hesitantly opens his mouth to let them sink inside

nikolai doesn't press them too deep, doesn't threaten his throat, but they are thick and wide; filling his mouth and comfortably weighing down his tongue

with a small, involuntary moan, soap closes his lips around his fingers and nikolai catches him with his body as he goes limp. he coos as he starts sucking; wrapping his other arm around his head and brings him into his body, hidden and safe and small

"my good, lovely boy," he whispers and soap lets out a cracked whimper. "you are not wrong."

he isn't ready yet, much the same way ghost wasn't ready at first. but feeling soap tremble and suckle at his fingers, nikolai knows he'll soon have another boy tucked safe to his breast