#literal tears streaming down my face

[theyaremycrocsyoudonut]

A CRIMINALLY underrated Gallavich scene is the one where Ian is admitted to the mental hospital. Holy fuck. I am not normal about it. Everything was executed to perfection. How Ian didn't sign the form until Mickey gave him a little head nod and Ian realized that this is what's best for him and everyone around him. How Ian said goodbye to everyone else, including Yevgeny, and left Mickey for last because he quite literally couldn't face him due to the guilt. How even then he couldn't get the words out without drowning a wave tears. How Mickey couldn't let him go without a hug, and not just any hug, THE hug, the mother of all hugs. And most importantly that question, THAT GODDAMNED QUESTION. "Can I go in with him?". Mickey didn't care about anything else. The world could be on fire and he wouldn't notice. It gives me chills.

[emmyrosee]

Why don’t you just kill me now

Dangle

[rabbitmotifs]

the casualties of 2x07 iwtv

[ef-1]

You're laughing, they're making Max Verstappen do community service for saying a fucky wucky in the racist, anti-lgbtq+, oil money, ableist, classist, sexist sport and you're LAUGHING?

[joeyclaire]

[ssongsboo]

steve x reader x hyungseok???? steve?????

i have been summoned sierra....... these are insane i love your works i love your writing i love you i am so CRAZY!!!!!!

and if u make a darkfic blog i will be following

also an euijoo thought... making him jealous and he does a complete 180 in bed.... fucking u harder than he has b4.... marking..... i've also thought abt knife stuff w joojoo but i will save that... my god i need this man desperately i would be on my knees in a SECOND if he got the slightest bit mad at me literally would let him slap me silly then kiss it better and fuck me dumb

ANYWAYS euijoo is so fine need him to eat me out w his glasses on,,, and bonus points if we Both have our glasses on and they kinda clink together ksjsj i want him BAD.

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the door slammed shut behind you, and before you could even turn, euijoo was on you. his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you against his chest so quickly it stole your breath. his glasses glinted dangerously, but it was the heat in his eyes that made your stomach flip.

"you've got some nerve," he hissed, his voice dangerously low, his lips curling into a humorless smile. "looking at him like that, touching him like that- do you like making me mad? like seeing what it does to me?"

before you could reply, his hand tilted your chin up sharply, forcing you to look at him. his thumb brushed over your lip, deceptively soft, before his palm met your cheek in a sharp slap. the sting sent a shock through your system, and the ache between your thighs flared to life.

his lips were on you instantly, kissing the exact spot he'd struck, whispering against your skin, "that hurt, baby?" he asked with faux concern, though he didn't wait for an answer, dragging his tongue over the sting as if soothing it. "good. maybe now you'll think twice before pulling that little stunt again."

before you could process his words, his lips crashed against yours. the kiss was harsh, all teeth and tongue, a mess of frustration and desire that had you gasping for air. his glasses clinked against yours, but he didn't pull back- instead, it made him smirk against your mouth before biting down on your bottom lip.

"you're mine," he growled, lips trailing down your neck. his teeth grazed your skin before sinking in just enough to make you whimper. he sucked harshly, his tongue soothing over the mark as his hand pushed your head to the side, forcing you to bare more of your neck to him. "i want everyone to see it- every mark, every bruise. i want them to know exactly who you belong to."

he didn't stop at one. his mouth was relentless, leaving deep, blossoming marks along your neck and collarbone, each one more possessive than the last.

the sting mixed with the heat pooling in your core, and you could do nothing but submit, letting him claim you however he pleased.

he pulled back after a moment, admiring his work with a satisfied smirk. "perfect," he muttered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "you look so pretty like this- completely marked as mine."

he spun you around, shoving you onto the couch, your back hitting the cushions as he stared down at you with dark, hungry eyes, his hands tugging at your clothes like they offended him.

"you belong to me," he growled, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose as he yanked your panties to the side. "don't you ever forget that."

"but you don't get to have me just yet," he said, voice low and commanding. "you made me mad, darling. you're gonna have to earn it."

he pushed your legs apart with an almost careless strength, the cool air brushing over your bare skin making you shiver. you barely had time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you, hot and relentless. the sight of him between your thighs, his glasses slipping slightly as he worked, was almost too much to handle.

you felt his tongue drag slowly, almost teasingly, before he delved deeper, groaning at the taste of you. his glasses pushed against your thigh as he tilted his head to get a better angle, his hands gripping your hips tightly to hold you in place. the tension in the air was electric, and every stroke of his tongue sent you spiraling closer to the edge.

he pulled back just as your legs started to shake, his lips and chin glistening, a smug smirk playing on his face. "not yet," he murmured, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "you'll cum when i let you, got it?"

you nodded weakly, and he leaned forward to kiss you, his glasses clinking against yours again. the gesture was almost playful, but the fire in his eyes told you he wasn't done with you.

"good girl," he praised, pulling away and flipping you over effortlessly. "now, let me remind you who you belong to."

and when he finally entered you, his thrusts were harder than they'd ever been, his grip on your hips was bruising. every kiss, every bite, every slap of his hips against yours was a lesson, a declaration of ownership. your mind was spinning, each movement making your body arch toward the couch. the jealousy that had simmered beneath his usual playful demeanor exploded into raw, possessive energy.

when you whimpered his name, he leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. "say it again," he demanded, his hand slipping under you to toy with your clit. "say who you belong to."

"you-" you choked out, your voice trembling. "i belong to you, euijoo." his lips curled into a smug smile as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. "that's my girl."

he pushed you even further, driving you to the edge with a mixture of roughness and care that left your mind spinning. by the time he was finished with you, you were a trembling mess, barely able to form a coherent thought.

as you caught your breath, still draped over the couch, euijoo crouched beside you, his hand gently brushing your hair out of your face. his glasses were slightly askew, but the soft, caring glint in his eyes was back. he cupped your cheek- this time with nothing but tenderness- and kissed you sweetly.

"next time you want my attention, baby, just ask," he murmured, his thumb tracing your swollen lips. "no need to make me jealous- you know i'd give you the world if you wanted it."

[fanofcas]

i haven’t cried that hard at a character death in years holy shit what a beautiful scene

[wikitpowers]

anybody remember this? because i do :’(

(my heart is breaking just a little… okay a lot)

[xoxochb]

I’m literally sobbing my eyes out I miss jason grace

[half-shadowgalra]

crying rn

Lance would relate to this song so hard myan.

it’s not even funny

[figsbass]

it's not that the first ep was bad by any means but THIS EP? holy shit

[vyunok-obyknovenniy]

help

[dynamitekansai]

Solo Sikoa reassures an uneasy Wiseman and someone fed Tama Tonga after midnight.

[fooltofancy]

sketched six lines today, everybody clap and cheer.

[ssongsboo]

was rewatching my concert vids n omg i miss him sb

[cressthebest]

Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 14

we’re nearing the end yall and i’m getting HELLA nervous. five chapters left. and reg is gonna die. i’m not ready

chapter 34:

1. the mulciber swap went perfect. still nervous though

2. the heist is almost over. and they’re all splitting up to go places. i don’t think i can handle this

3. god, it’s the lucius swap. i don’t think it’s gonna go well. i’m so worried

4. “Regulus cleared his throat. “I just want to say that it had been a privilege and an honour to conduct this heist with all of you. Each of you are brilliant individuals and I couldn’t have asked for a better team.”” sobbing so badly rn. horrifically sobbing. oh my god. the death must be this chapter. it feels all like a final goodbye, and it probably is for reg

5. reg wants to fix his relationship with sirius over a hundred cups of coffee. that sounds so nice

6. reg is looking forward to attending sirius and remus’ wedding! and he’s surprised that sirius wants him there. this. this all feels so foreboding

7. god. they’re face to face with tom riddle. this isn’t gonna end well. i can feel it

8. it was a set up. all reg gets to say is “james run” and then there’s bullets. i almost don’t want to read the rest of the chapter. i don’t even think i’m gonna cry. just quiet resignation. i will be fine. i fucking called it last post tho, saying it would be tom riddles fault.

9. oh gosh. reg is dying right there on the floor, blood pooling in his lungs and he’s telling james not to be scared

10. i was a fool. of course i’m sobbing. i sent my freind a two minute long voice recording while sobbing about how sad i was over the death. they can confirm, though i’m not asking them to

11. reg gives james his ring. oh fuck

12. dying by tom riddles’ hands. drowning in his own blood. of course he dies by drowning

13. on another note, i’m sure that james’ gun kink is very much gone

14. “It wasn’t the amount of blood that had accumulated all over the floor that convinced James that Regulus was dead.

Or the fact that Regulus had stopped the gurgling and wheezing noises several minutes ago as he drifted into cruel stillness.

It wasn’t Barty’s tear stained and blood splattered face. Or Evan’s desperate attempts to shake Regulus awake. It wasn’t even Peter’s sorrowful look upon checking for a pulse. Or his frantic attempts to do CPR anyway.

It was Sirius’ agonised wails as he pleaded and called out to a God he never believed in to spare his brother. To bring him back. “I just got him back,” Sirius screamed. “I just got him back. Please. Don’t do this. Please bring him back. I just got him back.””

this fucking fic i swear to god

15. everyone else is dead, thanks to evan and barty. for once, i agree with their unhinged. it was a slaughter of men on the other side, and i am glad. they are dead, and they don’t even deserve it. they deserve a life of torture for what they did. thank fucking god they’re dead tho. it makes me rest easy

they were supposed to get a house with green or red shutters and get married and travel the world and make tea and orange muffins and snog in art museums and visit their freinds and be happy and in love and never live a mundane life cause they’re rich and together. but NO. it has to all get ruined

im not okay, thank you for asking. i will never be okay, thank you for asking. i never want to be okay again, stop asking.