#or kiss his wrist

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

Agust D 'Haegeum' MV

[wanderingblindly]

beloved liquid!! how about 19. for luck + 814?

ooooh what if it was established relationship and lando's gonna go Tell The Team? What then???? Click here to send me more prompts :)

On Risks in Love

Lando throws the car in park, letting his hands fall into his lap, leaning back against the headrest with closed eyes and a deep breath.

"It'll be fine," Oscar says from the passenger seat, but Lando can't bring himself to look. It feels like his stomach is about to churn itself inside out, and he's focused on breathing through it. "Lando, really –"

Sharper than he means it, "I'm fine, seriously."

Silence washes over them, not a soul wandering the MTC at this hour. They'd scheduled it this way on purpose – early Sunday morning, mid-summer break. The socials teams had done their bit, any admin employees are home for the week. It's just them, sat in Lando's car, and the slowly rising sun along the horizon.

"Sure you don't want me to come?" Oscar asks, voice softer this time. It makes Lando finally open his eyes, braving a glance; his brows are furrowed slightly, the way he gets when he doesn't know what to do.

In the flurry of emotions coursing through Lando's veins, it breaks him.

"Yeah," He says, but it's not convincing, even to him. Rather than attempt to continue, he scrunches his eyes back closed, resuming his deep breaths.

He has to do this alone. He knows that he does. He started this, he's the one that made the first move, he's the one that dragged Oscar into it. He's older, he's the… it's his team to lose, if all this goes –

Careful fingers ghost over his, Oscar's hand gently covering Lando's.

If it all goes –

"It's your team," Oscar whispers, like that solves everything. He says it like that's not the exact reason Lando's hands are clammy. It's his team, so where will he go, he wants to bite back, if this doesn't work?

Where would be go if he had to lose either of them?

His chest shakes on the inhale, but he doesn't try to hide it. There's no commentators dissecting him, no fans analyzing his posture. It's just Oscar, just Oscar waiting for Lando to get through it like he always gets through it.

"I'll be here the whole time," Oscar starts, comfortingly but firmly. His fingers try to slide between Lando's – working open the tight fist he'd formed. "Waiting for you." Lando opens his eyes as Oscar pries his fingers apart, too frozen to do anything but watch it happen. "And when you're done, once it goes well," He continues, lifting Lando's away from his lap, up into the space between them. "You'll come tell me about it, ok?"

Their eyes meet at Oscar's question.

"But what if it doesn't?" Lando's voice cracks, fragile as the morning-quiet.

He lifts Lando's hand closer to his face, like he's inspecting it; his fingers graze over Lando's nails, bitten raw and reddened. "When have you ever taken no for an answer?"

He'd laugh, maybe, in another situation.

"I'm –"

Oscar interrupts him silently, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of Lando's hand – holding Lando's eyes as he does. "For good luck," He murmurs against his skin, warm breath sinking into his bones, vibrations shooting up his arm. It's like that's all that exists, Oscar's lips grazing his hand; his mind stops, if not only for a moment.

He flips Lando's hand over and presses another, just as delicately, to the inside of his wrist.

"I –" Lando starts, words sticking in his chest as Oscar's eyes flutter closed, as he moves to press another kiss to Lando's rapidly heating skin. "I love you."

Oscar chuckles.

"Now go tell them that so we can go home, yeah?"

Lando can't help but smile, a little shell-shocked. "Yeah. Yeah, ok."

[indimiart]

nothing gay here. Nope. Nothing at all

[s0lairee]

that one olympics clip of armand duplantis running over to his girlfriend after setting a world record is SOO damihux.

[coldshrugs]

countdown to dawntrail - stormblood

hear me, hero. endure. survive. live. for the rush of blood, for the time between the seconds─live.

[alternate shot below the cut. i liked both]

[emblazons]

Week 5-6 // ST5 BTS || Ross Duffer on Instagram

[wildsaltair]

on my knees begging this man to save me from the clutches of desire

[robertphilip]

"Please. Don't leave me." he whispered desperately. Then he pressed his lips against Giselle's and kissed her softly. It was a kiss full of hope and love.

[bunsofhoney]

Logan doing any kind of "bondage" to Wade with his claws just. It shuts my brain off, ok

[stormbreaker-290]

M y

Bel oved

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Sobbing in bed because I'm writing a Ulysses fic and I'm caught between him killing the Courier because they are willfully giving up all the people they love and all the good they've done in the Mojave and he wanted them dead and gone-

And him just telling them they don't belong in the Divide with him. Not them, not their soft heart.

"You need to go home," Ulysses would say.

The courier would just laugh.

"Go home, Courier," they mumble. "Your signs. I have them all marked on my Pip-Boy. I don't even know why, but I mark all of the ones I find."

They traverse the Divide KNOWING Ulysses will kill them.

They take off their armour and keep only their finest, best combat knife and a gun on them with enough ammo to get them to Ulysses and to give him a third bullet to put in their skull alongside the two from Benny.

They offer him their knife, their gun, and the option for him to kill them with his bare hands.

Willingly. Selflessly. Painfully.

"I could never hate you, Ulysses. Not for this, never for this. I will never be mad at you for this."

And he's caught.

They're a godsend to this place, so much good they've done.

Does he kill them? Or does he bridge the Divide?

Maybe they go home. Maybe he kills them.

And maybe, after everyone back home knows they're okay... Maybe they do belong here, in the Divide, with Ulysses.

[tirasamu]

thinking ab fyodor tilting ur face up towards his with a finger under ur chin

[elvishdemigod]

Welp, I busted my ass making this art for over 3 days, only for it to be too big to share. So the quality you're seeing the full image in isn't it's full quality. But oh well! I used an image I found from I think a "Draw your OTP" thing? Maybe on here? I forget.

Anygays, here's MacCready and David.

[thatbuddie]

I still can't get over how close they were sitting during the bachelor party. It's insane they really have no concept of personal space.

at the rate they’re going the s8 premiere is gonna have eddie sitting on buck’s lap and buck coming up behind eddie and wrapping his arms around his waist and no one in the 118 is gonna blink an eye.

[astrobei]

oh boy do i have some news for you

[sommerregenjuniluft]

Lovely Lune <3 I haven't been around a lot the last few days, but in case someone hasn't asked after your epic Sirius post...how do you picture Remus physically?