#i went breathless

[littlegildedswallow]

oh OH OOOHhh the intensity in hannibal's eyes and voice when he stares into will's beautiful traumatized face and whispers "This killer wrote you a poem. Are you going to let his love go to waste?"

[egophiliac]

Your first initial impressions of any Twst character vs your current feelings about them?

honestly, my perception of pretty much every character went through some metamorphosis of "this guy looks like a jerk" to "oh, he's a stupid jerk? now hold on." it's all about that balancing act between a dark brooding asshole and a dark brooding asshole who is also totally ridiculous, and it really does make ALL the difference.

perhaps most ironically, I've mentioned before that I was absolutely not into the Diasomnias at first, because the impression the website gave pre-release was somehow even less favorable than for everyone else and I was mad at Lilia for getting my hopes up for a token girl). and then we got their stories and, well, I kind of just haven't stopped thinking about them since. 🤷

also, I went in thinking that Crowley was going to be. y'know. competent at his job. a helpful guide. a mysterious yet caring mentor figure, a fitting leader for this band of delicate young magic waifs with their fancy little magic outfits and their perfect, perfect hair. I've never been so glad to be wrong.

[akkivee]

ALSO!!!!!! HAPPY FIVE YEARS ANNIVERSARY TO THIS ICONIC INTRO!!!!!!!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[electroniccollectiondonut]

I just think Clark Kent, born and raised (...well you know what I mean) in Smallville Kansas, comes to Metropolis and experiences for the first time, all at once, multi-lane traffic, real crowds, buildings taller than two storeys, city lights, and the fucking ocean, and spends the first six months feeling totally floored every time he looks out the window.

[queerplatonicdiaries]

we talk softly in the kitchen and, in a way, it's everything I've ever wanted.

it's been a bad day. I'm reheating dinner when you walk in, not to grab anything, but just to talk to me because we haven't seen each other in a while.

you know things aren't going well but you don't immediately ask why I've been distant (i'm silently grateful for this small grace). instead we talk about this and that, and the microwave pings distantly in the background but I couldn't care less. you show me the tattoo that you got today, and I can't help but be excited at your excitement despite despite despite the raging black hole inside of me. I can't help but smile at your easy radiance.

I wasn't planning on it, but I make myself a cup of tea, just to have an excuse to stay here a little longer. to bathe in the fragile peace and bask in your presence.

I always did ache for your company.

you ask me how my day's been, eventually, and whether I want to talk about it. I laugh and say it wasn't great, and the light admission balks in comparison to the storm of the last week, but its an admission nonetheless. it's more than i thought i'd be able to give. its nothing compared to what i want to say but can't.

you see it anyway. in the way my hands shake and my smile is brittle around the edges, I meet your eyes and I know that you know.

and so we stand there, in the warm light of the kitchen nestled in a long, tight hug, and in a way, it's everything I ever wanted. there are a million battles raging in my heart and maybe nothing's okay at the moment, but you hold me close and tell me to take care of myself and for a moment I can breathe again, I can remember my own name.

there's a long way to go to get out of this mess, but when we softly say goodnight I carry the memory of your gentle smiles and warm embrace all the way to my bedroom and think maybe, just maybe, things will be okay.

in a way, it's everything I've ever wanted.

(you always were gentle with my heart.)

[littlespoonevan]

i will truly never Ever be able to put into words how i feel watching the s5 finale of schitt’s creek when stevie admits she feels like life is just passing her by while everyone moves on around her and moira says “what the hell is your secret, stevie? you just stand your solid ground refusing to be anything but you. never thought i’d say this about anyone in this town but you’re very very cool. and whether you set sail or stay put that’s not going to change. so why don’t we take our sally by the hand and go out there and show these people everything she can be...if she were only more like you” and it’s like this remarkable kind of role reversal where instead of stevie hiding behind her character moira is telling her sally bowles is striving to be like her and then stevie sings maybe this time with this shaky determination to stand her solid ground just like moira said and there’s so much triumph in that final ‘maybe this time i’ll win’ that she almost shocks herself like she can’t believe she could ever be capable of that, making her realise there are so many more things she’s capable of and it’s literally the most inspiring thing i’ve ever watched to be honest i’m not okay

[theloveinc]

trying so hard not to take a nap

[ghxstkn1fe]

i have no words,,, just,,, woah.

[spaceoutdreamer]

My therapist told me I had a love deficiency due to my mother essentially being emotionally constipated and that it's the reason I can't handle compliments

[neurodivenport]

got catcalled by a dude who looked just like jesse pinkman today and it was so funny solely because he sounded like i had bewitched him body and soul

[eternal-carat]

Well this one fucking hurts.

[excelsior9173]

having asthma in a post-covid world truly makes me feel like a plague rat or a leper lmao

like sorry my lungs are shit but i don’t deserve to be glared at because i’m having an episode. fuck off i’m not contagious just chronically ill

and i get that the people around me don’t know that but fuck. it’s hard enough feeling intensely embarrassed by having an attack in public in any capacity, but now?? it’s worse because people treat you like you are the worst human ever for daring to go out with a cough

[compulsiveobsessing]

trying to remember what my back pain felt like before i (likely) slipped a disc in 2020 in case it happens again

[jupitercl0uds]

i think im athsmatic again

[tarraxahum]

I may also be living vicariously through Valerian doing his best to fluster a cute girl with compliments as often as he can.

[stargirlrchive]

simon’s work wife

one — two — three — four

the transition in your relationship—if you could call it that—with simon was easier than you anticipated. he practically herded you into his apartment.

helping you pack, doing all the heavy lifting, and grunting softly when you’d ask if some of your decor would clash with his. “wh’tver you want in our house will go, doll.”

our house. our.

shivers ran down your spine when you’d hear him refer to your things as our. you didn’t mind it—albeit it did confuse you a bit because just two weeks ago you were single, and now you were living with your lieutenant, and sleeping in his bed, and he’d cook for you—even knew how you liked your coffee in the morning.

the only weird thing was that he didn’t touch you.

well he did, like placing a heavy hand on your lower back to guide you, or pressing up against you to grab a cup from the shelves because you couldn’t reach it, or letting his thumb trail down your throat as you spoke to him.

but he didn’t touch you.

that plagued your thoughts all day, even as you slipped into bed with him. letting out a small huff as he turned to face you in the dim light of the room.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing.”

you could tell his brows pinched together but you didn’t mention it. picking at your cuticles to stop yourself from looking at him.

you were still so confused; he clearly wanted you if his actions meant anything. and you couldn’t deny that anytime he’d refer to you as his ‘missus’ that warmth curled in your belly and left you a mess.

a needy, horny mess. it was his fault really.

he grunted, thick fingers wrapping around your soft thigh to pull you closer to him, “we ain’t supposed to go to sleep mad at each other.”

your nose scrunched up at him as you somehow found yourself under him, “and who sets these rules?”

he stared at you for a second before that same hand that was curled around your thigh now moved to curl around your throat gently, his eyes glued to your lips.

“me.”

you huff again, but make no move to move from under him—a move simon doesn’t miss. “what’s go ya’ so worked up, sweetheart?”

the gravel in his voice had your skin heating up, nipples pebbling as you met his gaze, “you.”

“me?”

“mhm.”

the amusement was clear in his eyes, staring down at you as he let his weight sink into you and you had to bite back the moan that threatened to leave your lips.

god, you felt pathetic. just the feeling of his cock on your belly, the scent of him, had you reeling.

“tell me what you need.”

one of his hands trailed lower, thumb barely ghosting over your nipple and a breathless whine left your mouth. “well—i-i need you to perform your duties-”

a rumbly laugh left his mouth as his nose dipped down to your throat, licking up your neck and nipping softly, “my duties?”

heat coiled in your belly, arousal pulling between your thighs as you tried to control your breathing. “and what duties have i been falling short on?”

your mind went hazy as he cupped your breast, lowering his hips to press his cock against your cunt, heavy and thick and just there. teasing you further by not moving.

“have i been neglecting my missus?”

that pulled a moan straight from your parted lips, hips bucking upwards to grind against his cock as he grunted lowly. “y-yes, been neglecting me.”

he nipped at your neck, thick fingers easily snapping away that lacy fabric that sat on your hips as he growled out softly, “m’sorry, baby. i’ll make it up to you.”