#lover's gaze

[inmybook]

Every person I knew were like stars in the sky. They existed without the knowledge of others, shining their brightest until I saw her. Somehow she made a background out of all the people I've ever known. She became my sun and I've never been able to look her in the eye ever since.

-inmybook

[dramatic-long-coats]

Phir le aaya dil majboor kya kijiye

Raas na aaya rehna door kya kijiye

~Sayeed Quadri, Phir le aaya dil, Barfi! (2012)

Vague translation -

What should I do? My heart's brought me here, again

He (my heart) did not like being apart, what should I do?

[namedvesta]

“𝐼𝑣𝑦﹠𝐺𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙”, 𝐵𝑦 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑎 𝐻𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠.

[iinevitable]

🍓

[inmyperfectworld]

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦/𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘴. ♥️

[tarttykent]

Does anybody have a remotely heterosexual explanation for this?

This is how close we got. Also, why are his fingers INSIDE Roy’s mouth?

[liexpressway]

[valtsv]

absolutely love telling people who are only starting to get into silt verses that episode titles creat a poem

and the poem fucks hard

[ingravinoveritas]

I know most folks have probably seen this already, but I really need to talk about how insane it is that David mentioned Michael as a possible Doctor on an episode of DW Confidential in 2007.

This was ten years before filming GO season 1, and there was absolutely no reason for David to be saying Michael's name. Julie and Jane did not bring Michael up in any capacity, nor was he specifically relevant to the conversation. Yet of all the names David could have said, out of all the countless UK actors in the business...he said "Michael Sheen."

There is this idea that soulmates are "loud." That it means seeing someone from across a crowded room as music swells dramatically in the background. But soulmates are also quiet. A soulmate can be someone you talk about when no one is listening. Someone you think about and who makes you blush for no real reason at all. Someone who lives in the back of your mind, vibrating at a steady hum that you don't even hear at first.

Until it gets louder.

Until they're suddenly a part of your life in a way you never expected.

Until you can't remember anymore what life was like without them.

From BYT in 2003 to this DW Confidential in 2007 to Good Omens in 2017 on into the present. Call it the invisible red string. Call it Fate. Whatever it is that's between them, I am and will forever be in awe at Michael always being on David's mind (and vice-versa), and how they finally found each other...

[bikinigoldbaby]

[hypnoticnoir222]

While messaging with him my stomatch hurts so bad and I cant stop it but I like him

[peceraynadamas]

These losers were sooo in love. They kissed soooo much. And held hands in the exorcist barracks soooo often.

I like to think being doomed by the narrative made them look at each other with such adoration.

New fallenwings drawing featuring my new outfit redesigns :). Working on it for a bit reignited my love for this ship so expect some more soon.

[dramatic-long-coats]

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me

The first time that you touched me

Oh, will wonders ever cease?

Blessed be the mystery of love

~Mystery of Love, Sufjan Stevens

[lunarharp]

hehe. almost christmas!

[lunafeatherart]

Varric lifted his hand to her face and cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb along the sharp jut of her jaw. “Be safe out there, alright?” His words were as soft as his caress, and full of meaning.

Cassandra’s mouth fell slightly open, and the blush that now spread from nose to cheeks to ears to neck was irrefutable. They hung there for a moment, still and breathless, the unlikely pair locked in their dance.

Varric began to pull his hand away when Cassandra suddenly lurched forward, twisting her fingers into the front of his half open tunic and hauling him up onto his toes. The crush of her lips against his swallowed the sound of his surprise. He remained frozen for a split second before he kissed her back, the hand on her jaw sliding up into her hair, his other wrapping firmly around her hip.

(Read the rest of this micro fic here)

[menagerie-of-monsters]

With my panties in his mouth and his hair disheveled from sleep, he looked every inch the sort of man fathers despair of their daughters meeting:

wicked, carnal, and utterly unrepentant of all his sins.

(character is Vaduin Khessain, the male lead from "Caught in the Basilisk's Gaze" by Mallory Dunlin. Art is by Orangewatermelon93)