#i am...a puddle

[lizardkingeliot]

louis whispering in lestat's ear and kissing his face gently is all i care about this is all i'm talking about until season 3 goodbye

[tooruuwuu]

mind you this is the same woman who called nami a naughty girl does she know the power she holds

[pikaberi]

This thing that he does with his eyebrow while looking down makes me weak... 🫠

[suntails]

destiny

[buckevantommy]

picture this: it's early morning, bucktommy tangled together in bed but awake and chatting softly. buck shifts and accidentally gets tommy in a spot he didn't know was ticklish; tommy can't help a little giggle, but tries to regain composure, and then catches buck's devilish grin and the glint in his eye; tommy warns him: evan, don't you dare— but it's no use and he is suddenly accosted with tickles and a wrestling match of giggles ensues! and they actually both love this - being able to mess around like this without worrying about hurting their partner, and they have matching levels of humour with this sort of thing.

anyway: tommy manages to get the upperhand and rolls evan onto his back, pinning his wrists above him. buck pretends to struggle but ultimately settles, opening his hips to let tommy better settle between his thighs. tommy knows what he's doing - he's trying to distract him. but tommy won't be distracted bc he knows as soon as he is that evan will seize the opportunity to gain the upperhand - unless of course: tommy so thoroughly distracts evan that he can't process any such thought.

tommy drops his voice to that low register he knows drives evan crazy and nudges in for a slow teasing kiss— then his phone starts ringing on the nightstand. buck throws his head back against the pillow with an aggrieved sigh bc how dare the world interrupt them right now when they're having all kinds of fun. tommy releases one of buck's wrists to reach for his phone and buck's free hand moves to grip tommy's shirt at his torso trying to keep him in place, this deliciously solid, heavy warm weight pressing him into the mattress.

it's a work thing, someone asking tommy if he can cover their shift or do them a favor today or tomorrow. and.. here's the thing: before he met evan he would've agreed no question. but now he has evan, and two shiftworkers trying to match their schedules to get time off together is tough, and this is their first few days off together in weeks. so he tells his friend to ask suchnsuch if they can cover, and if not then tommy will do it but they'll owe him - bc giving up his evan time at least deserves a favor he can call in for more evan time, or something equally as important.

tommy tells buck this, more or less, and buck is kind of.. speechless. tommy is choosing to put him first - not bc of any dire cicumstances but bc he just wants to spend time together. not for anything remarkable, not bc they have plans they can't change, but bc when it's a choice between work and buck he chooses buck. he knows they'd both choose work if it was really important, but this wasn't that. this is tommy proving ohsocasually that he values his everyday time with buck. and that's.. buck has never had that in a relationship before.

buck regains the upperhand and flips them over and tommy braces for the tickle onslaught, fighting a smile, but what he gets instead is evan looking at him with wonder and adoration and love. tommy loves him too, and says it, palming his cheek. buck pushes into his touch, presses a kiss there, and says he loves tommy too. what started out as a fun tussle is now something softer, tender, and they spend the rest of their morning showing how well they know each other and the love they share.

[shadowsofcolour]

Recieved this commission from Pm Seymour, through vgen (link below), and I'm so happy with it. Makadré looks gorgeous and huggable and aaaaa, I can't word :3

Ty very much

https://vgen.co/Pmseymourart

[foxstens]

'Kevin tried refilling his mug, but he'd drunk enough by now to be clumsy with it. Half of what he poured ended up on the coffee table, and Kevin swore in a quick handful of languages. He set the bottle down, looked around for something to clean his mess with, and ended up patting at the puddle with his hand.'

does he know i love him

[courfee]

» I love you. That's all.

– Art Heist, Baby! @otrtbs

paintings I referenced here:

Gustav Klimt, Death and Life, 1908-1915 – Regulus' shirt has the same pattern as Death's cloak, James' shirt is patterned like the background of 'Life'

It was life and death, and death was there, on the left side of the canvas, waiting eagerly to pluck any one person from the conglomeration of life and claim them as its own. – chapter 28

Mark Rothko, Untitled (Seagram Murals), 1958 – Regulus bleeding out into the background

And he remembers looking out at the thick red blood on the marble floors and nonsensically, being reminded yet again, of Rothko. – chapter 34

Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky, Gathering Storm, 1899 – Regulus' socks have this pattern

'Hang painting here?' – chapter 37

and here some little details and an alternative bloody version :) look at that snake ring being handed over <33

[polinsated]

mister colin bridgerton.. getting on his knees.. for science

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

PATCH 7 MINOR SPOILERS. "You can feed on me tonight" Oh shit oh fuck they changed it and I AM FLUSTERED.

[boojangs]

Other people introducing Wednesday: This is the Slayer of Evil, a true freak amongst outcasts, the ruthless deviant who strikes fear into the devil himself, Wednesday Addams.

Wednesday introducing herself: I am Enid's wife, unhappy to meet you.

[averycutesalamander]

it's yearning for boothill hours apparently bc dear god do i have a special kind of craving right now. i wanna cuddle that man so fucking hard. like AGGRESSIVELY. clinging to him like a koala kinda cuddles. crushing him in my arms kinda cuddles. laying my whole body on top of him kinda cuddles.

i think he'd absolutely lean big spoon btw. he loves making you feel protected, and he loves the security of it; there's no place in the world that's safer for you than in his arms. he can lean over and press a lil kiss to your temple. he can squeeze you just a little and feel you snuggle back against him. there's also something about it that's like... there's nothing more important to him than you. he has the whole world cradled against his chest and it's warm and beautiful and loving and maybe everything will be okay actually.

simultaneously i also think he looooves being the little spoon sometimes. something about the intimacy of it.. about the way you hold him like a precious treasure that deserves to be guarded.. about the heat of you sinking into his back.... your breathing between his shoulder blades... the weight of your arm slung over his waist.. puggghhgjhhoiyhghhg i neeeeeeeed him.....

[pedgito]

#no thoughts, no words, head so fucking empty

[fridayyy-13th]

relistening to MAG 092 - Nothing Beside Remains and going a little bit insane over the fact that this is a Lonely statement about Barnabas Bennett’s lifelong solitude, with no background sound but a ticking clock, just like MAG 170 is a Lonely statement about Martin’s lifelong solitude, with no background sound but a ticking clock

but the difference between them lies in that when Barnabas and Martin each call out for help, to Jonah and Jon respectively, Jonah purposefully leaves Barnabas to die, while Jon finds Martin again (and has been searching for him since he realized their separation), reassuring him that he will stay by his side.

and at the end of 092 Elias tells Jon that his assistants are nothing more than things to discard……but Jon refuses to see them that way, even going so far as to promise Martin “where you go, i go”…………Jon is fully an avatar, he is wholly the Archivist, but he is still so painfully, utterly human despite it all.

idk. something about victims of the Lonely and the Eye avatars they placed their trust in, for better or for worse.

[quenepacrossing]

Puddle’s Salon

[fandomfairyuniverse]

It started snowing and dohoe couldn’t hold it in anymore. It started snowing and he remembered how happy he was when Juyeong made him snow all those years ago. It started snowing and he remembered just how happy he was when he had Juyeong and Juyeong had him. It started snowing and he kissed Juyeong. Because it was snowing. Because it’s Juyeong. I’m going to jump off a bridge