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[thr0whands]

@l-egendaery

[kyouka-supremacy]

*Takes you by the shoulders* I ADORE character profiles and character trivia and likes and dislikes sections. I love knowing this ruthless, heartless, cruel man of a character has a childish dislike for mandarin oranges. I believe in the inherent beauty of all characters, no matter the background or moral stance, being made fundamentally human by assigning them insignificant culinary preferences. I stand by the supremacy of humanizing villains by giving them relatable tastes and trivial interests and ordinary hobbies. I treasure the hidden reminders that everyone is inherently human even when everything else we know about a character might suggest the contrary.

[deadrlngers]

Separation can be a...terrifying thing.

Dead Ringers (1988) | dir. David Cronenberg

[4lexnilsen]

each stroke of the needle has alex grimacing,  like a burn being repeatedly pressed.   he grits his teeth,  trying to make no sound and appear tougher than he really is but every second feels like a battle,  his ribs throbbing with each line.   and the wiping!   the tattoo artist is using a balled up tissue to clean off excess ink and blood,  but it’s almost more painful than anything else —   his skin raw and nerve endings already on fire,  it seems she’s rubbing him with sand paper.   “’s like a…   wah in a park,”   he mumbles,  hoping to sound somewhat reassuring.   “old grouchy married couple.   thass us!”   laughing only makes this form of torture seem worse and he has to sold himself for chuckling.   luckily,  it’s over in five minutes.   the tattoo artist’s handing alex a mirror and encouraging him to check out her work,  inviting helena closer as well so that they can both take a look.   alex ends up whistling in approval,  pale blue eyes gazing at helena and musing,   “see?   now you’ll always be with me no matter where i go!   you and me forever.”

watching alex, it didn't seem to be going so well. features contorted in concern, giving his hand a pat but again. . . he deserves it. feeling tied between feeling bad and feeling overloaded in AMUSED emotions. covering her mouth with her free hand in case she laughs. "come on tough guy, you can do it!" helena pats his head with the hand that flies off her mouth. "oooh, us?" doe eyes flicker back on the artist, "nooo, not really. he's too mean to me. if so though. . . deem us as the oldd grouchy married couple." she amusingly adds, THAT is the only couple title they could possibly receive.

[jennasommers]

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, S7E4 — I Carry Your Heart With Me

[ninthriven]

Destiny Field Guides [04-06/24]

[babibread]

the many faces of hwang hyunjin.

[thefvrious]

Sammy was a sucker for kissing but also knew that it wasn't Louis thing so he soaked up what he could but wasn't too stingy or selfish with it. When it ended, he wasn't going to pitch a fit. He was grateful for what he got, would analyze it later. His head got wet under the stream of water and he allowed himself to be pushed back, would submit to Louis' will if that's what the other young man wanted. He did as he was told, trusting Louis and finding himself in the other's grasp as Louis caught him. A grin took over Sammy's features and he leaned in, nibbling at the lobe of the other man's ear, one hand trailing down over his chest, touching him gently. "I want you so bad..."

Louis reciprocated the kiss for only a moment. The fighter really wasn't one for kissing, although he did make exceptions on occasion and with Sammy's little meltdown earlier he wasn't about to chance it happening again, not when he was this close to getting some action. The hot water felt good cascading off of his shoulders, the room around them steaming up much like the situation between the both of them was. He pushed Samuel back lightly, so that his back was rested against the wall, the water positioned so that they were still in the spray from it. "Jump up." he murmured, lips trailing down the other males neck, hands encasing his hips ready to catch him mid air.

[drolta]

Castlevania + text posts part 2

[batfleckgifs]

Batman v Superman : Dawn of Justice (2016) | Dir. Zack Snyder

[obscure-imaginations]

Homelander: Not evil anymore, I want to be loved now

Homelander, 5 minutes later: Evil again

[feyrevelry]

Even if the subtle tightening of Nil’s grasp was hardly noticeable, Sylverian tensed, a flash of fear crossing his mind that he might have said something to provoke Nil's anger.

Thankfully, that didn’t seem to be the case. ❝Then I choose to trust you.❞ What choice did he have? The noble was at Nil’s mercy, so he could only hope Kaanti was right about him.

Sylverian sat quietly, and as he gradually allowed his body to relax (though “relax” was hardly the right word), he became painfully aware of just how exhausted he was.

He didn’t want to sleep. And yet, the weight of his exhaustion took over, pulling him under, and soon his head found its way to Nil’s arm as he drifted into sleep.

When their eyes met again, Nil saw the other's surprise melt into hesitation. Was it that noble reluctance rearing its head again, balking at the thought of sharing close quarters with someone of 'common' lineage?

Or, was it more personal? Prides had flared too high earlier for him to consider it, but Nil supposed it was just as possible. Maybe that comment about him being too forward with the itch balm was sincerely meant, and Sylverian didn't often let anyone close. More reason to wait.

When he saw that nod - and both saw and felt that shuffle closer to him - Nil then wrapped his arm around Sylverian. His hand rested on the noble's shoulder, only firm enough to press their sides together. He could already feel the chill begin to ebb where they met.

"Alright?" Nil murmured, still watching Sylverian's face.

[dirbenaffleck]

ADAM DRIVER as BEN SOLO Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker ‧ 2019

[kyouka-supremacy]

I love you translator notes I love you translators caring that I fully grasp the meaning of the original text I love you translators adding cultural context and specifics so I can better understand what's going on I love you long rants on why a joke is impossible to translate I love you translators adding their little comments to the scene I love you translators feeling human and involved in the material I love you translating as a form of art I love you little t/n abbreviation

[molinxsdeviento]

Cristobal was concerned for Dante. He half expected Fernand to volunteer Dante to court Haydee but he didn't think he'd be so callous and crass about it. Fernand was not only a fool in his adulthood but also sloppy. Sloppy he could work with.

"There's nothing to forgive milady, we've all been hot blooded and young not that long ago," he smiled at her and shook his head, attempting to pretend he didn't care about his son or her. He certainly hoped his Count mask was in place--it had been for so long it was odd to think himself as anything but, and yet having claudia near was not helping him keep up with appearances. Neither was his need to storm out of the room after his son. But he couldn't do such a thing, not without giving himself away--not that Fernand was smart enough to realize he was back from the dead. Who would believe that? Still, Claudia had figured him out in a moment's notice, maybe his old mate could too. Cristobal had to be far more careful than what he was being. This dinner was a disaster.

He had to snap out of it and return to be the Count. After eating a few more bites of food he continued to speak. "She is lovely and quite easy on the eyes as I've been told by many but... I'm afraid of that too to be honest. I wouldn't want men thinking she is a prize to catch," he sighed and took another small bite of his food. Even though that was exactly what they had planned and aimed to do-- he did fear for Haydee, though the young woman had proved time and time again she could take care of herself. "I'm a romantic at heart. I want her to find love," Cristobal teased taking his hand to his chest.

"Countess, could I trouble you with a recommendation for my sister? The poor girl has only me and my poor taste. Would I be imposing on you if I requested your asistance the next time she visits the modiste?"

It was strange, hearing about yourself from another person, as if though you were long gone. "We're sorry for your loss." Claudia spoke, keeping her composure in light of these heart wrenching words. Dante seconded the sentiment, Fernand followed with his own sympathies. Though, Claudia knew Fernand would simply move on to the next woman had that happened to her. It was the kind of person he was. Fernand was quick to change the subject. "Not out yet, you say? Well, she's in for a season. That's for certain." Claudia smiled. "What my husband means to say, is that the royal family is being extra strict with who they deem the best this year. Many mothers have been hounding the seamstress I go to, demanding the best dresses." Claudia tried to sound excited about the prospect.

"There's plenty of young gentlemen here, good man. Dante here, for example." Dante choked on the water he was drinking, an embarrassed flush now on his cheeks. "Father." The young man said. "What? I'm helping you. You need to consider your future now-" Dante rose swiftly from his seat, the chair screeching against the floor. The young man stormed off in a rage, leaving a shocked Fernand and Claudia.

"You've upset him." Claudia said. Before Fernand could object, Claudia gave him a pointed look. When she wanted to, Claudia could manipulate Fernand. She turned to Cristobal. "Please, forgive my son. He's very stressed." She said. "I'm sure your sister is a lovely girl, she will have no trouble catching society's attention."