#kiss kiss fall in blood

[drivemysoul]

of course i giffed that one brief moment snk became a romance anime

[pixiesnooze]

[toomuchbloodinmyalcoholsystem]

I went a little crazy with the gifs because. This whole fucking scene.

Toki thinking the world of that little snow globe that they probably sell millions of to fans, because it was a gift from Nathan. The Angry Dad Gang™ showing up with the squeal of tires. The way Nathan's eyes flick from the bully to the busted snow globe as he puts together instantly what's going on. The fact that he immediately gives chase after the asshole and nobody—not a single fucking soul—dares try to stop him. Pickles and Magnus exchanging that cautious 'hello.' And Nathan keeping pace with the much younger "little kid" and knowing just where to fuck him up the best, and doing so because you do not fuck with his bandmates.

[nateezfics]

does anyone else constantly think about smeared lipstick paradigm hongjoong or is it just me.

[the-kreechur-featurr]

Close to the heart, resting in your internals

Let me live here, Let me die here

Close to you from now

till dreams end

[sttinkky]

Kiss me until I start to rot ུ۪ 𓆸

[nyx-thedragon]

finished watching Newsies with my brother. here’s what he had to say when i asked him his thoughts about it:

“it was pretty good. i still prefer Jeremy Jordan…”

he thought it dragged a bit too long and prefers the stage production bc it’s shorter and has more songs

[tatesprncess]

the only thing keeping me alive is my mission to achieve my most bedrotting, violet harmon, dark, bloody, gory, aesthetic, tumblry, grotesque, girl interrupted, violent, girl blogging, life <3

[perilegs]

my sweet little baby man is no longer with us

[battry-acid]

i listen to these two songs like every day and i was like what if they were boyfriends. what if they kissed even though one of them literally doesn't have a head

songs are "1989" by mindless self indulgence and "roland the headless thompson gunner" by warren zevon

[sorriikarii]

Are they.... yknow?

[snakestry]

you can tell where in the story each of these takes place based on how long Mikael's hair is lol.

[icyfox17]

💛 4 the ask game bc its a fun 1!

💛 - What is your favourite trope to write? Is it also your favourite to read?

OOOHHH hmmm i have so many favourites... u give me fluff vibes so i'll give u one of my fav fluff tropes!! couch scenes :)) like when it's movie night and two characters are on the couch and one falls asleep on the other... ough... i LOVE that trope so much. more specifically i just love the. trust that comes with feeling safe enough around another person that one can fall asleep around them. so yeah i love the specific flavour of it being a couch scene but tbh it's more just about the trope of a character falling asleep around another character. and yes :)) this is def one of my fav tropes to read omfg

[wangxianficrecs]

Three changes. by orange_crushed

Three changes.

by orange_crushed

M, 18k, wangxian

Summary: Wangji risks a glance across the aisle; Wei Ying’s gaze is tilted down to his book, a model of diligence. But he’s smiling as he writes, and when his eyes flick over to Wangji’s, just for a second, they’re alight with something beautiful. This is love, Wangji realizes, right then. This is what it feels like. It's happening afresh even as it dawns on him. He copies the next line wrong, and the next.

Mojo's comments: Ah, this was so sweet and tender and fluffy. Lan Wangji slowly realizes that wwx isn't teasing him to be mean, and his feelings unfurl and blossom as wwx steadfastly includes him in his friendships and adventures and thoughts and feelings. The summer is hot and so is lwj, struggling to adapt himself to this new yearning and these powerful new desires.

canon-divergence, cloud recesses shenanigans, friends to lovers, romantic comedy, kissing, mild sexual content, falling in love, no sunshot no war au, everyone lives/nobody dies, sparring, harm to animals, developing friendships, lan wangji makes friends, teenagers in love, hurt/comfort, mild blood, first time, pov lan wangji, sexual awakening, getting to know each other, @robotmango

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[finleycannotdraw]

pick up the vampire!! (or let the vampire pick you up. a win either way I think)

favorite part of drawing tw3 stuff is bullshitting geralt’s armor. “but finley that’s not an armor in the game!” I don’t care. it is now.

I restarted the game but I miss regis so I’ve been drawing a bunch of him to curb my yearning and I just finished up several pieces

[lunaetis]

@apocryphis asked :

do you feel anything when you look at me? (oho some pain from wriothesley to arle)

I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU. || accepting

─「アルレッキーノ」─  if anyone asked, if anyone questioned, if anyone ever felt the need to get suspicious about the constant visit the KNAVE spent underneath the water of fontaine and upon the ground outside the ruling of THE IUDEX and within the grasp of the hound, then the answer was it's business. that was all it was, that was all it could be, all it should be. a simple business visit, a negotiation offered by the FOURTH HARBINGER to the duke.

                then why was it that their eyes could never leave one another whenever they happened to be in the same room ? whether it was within his office that she had found her way inside more times than he could count, or the rarer times they caught each other upon the street of fontaine and barely a glance was exchanged. never words. never acknowledgement. never more than a split second attention.

                they weren't supposed to meet, they weren't supposed to get close, they weren't supposed to feel anything.

                then why was it that her GAZE remained locked to his now that they were behind closed doors ? why was it that she found herself towering over the man upon his desk when the conversation could've been conducted with respectable distance between them. why was it that her clawed digits remained on his face, grasping the shape of his jaw and traced them oh-so-carefully when she should've driven them right through his chest ?

                it was QUIET, her mind. her very consciousness that was always humming, always noisy, always so loud from whispers of the days long gone. countless whispers haunting her every waking moment and even in her sleep. THE CURSE, THE ENTITY wrapping its claws around her throat, preventing her from achieving even something as human as death. it was a proof that THE KNAVE was no longer mortal. she was no longer HUMAN. those eyes bearing the power and curse of immortality, the hands and body that was possessed and morphed beyond limit, and the voice ...

                the voice in her head refusing to let her rest ...

                how it went silent the moment their eyes locked. so quiet. so peaceful. only when these eyes met hers.

                did she still have a HEART, she wondered ? or had it been lost the moment the curse took shape and the entity took over. maybe it was lost the moment she cut all of them free of MOTHER, when the warmth of blood soak her hands and fingers, tainting them crimson and marked her as the successor. father ... mother no more. human no more. duties. responsibilities. titles. she was to live in place of those who died. live. live. live. live until no one was left.

                do you feel anything when you look at me ?

                this feeling within her hollowed chest, this TIGHTNESS forming a knot in the deepest part of her, the fire ( or was it warmth ? ) burning whenever they danced on the battlefield, when her weapon clashed with his, when his hands caged her against the wall, when hers held his own. when silvery blue contrasted with crimson crosses.

                the entity was still. wordless. silent.

                " how could a monster be capable of feeling anything, dear warden ? "

                how could i ever loved like human if i'm not one ? it can't be love if i don't know what it is or how it's supposed to be. it can't be love if i don't have a heart to feel it. it can't be love. it cannot be.

                and she pulled him in, diminishing the gap between their lips with a kiss.

                whatever this is, it's yours. only yours.