#so moody !!

[syvrae]

[astro-gnome]

michele alboreto ca. mid 80s

[noirleo]

leo spends like half of his screentime in oots rolling his eyes and thats why i love him actually

[nonchalante]

Rain, air. Cry and exhale.

Remain grounded, with humility - gratitude.

With the despair, the rain, feel the air.

Cry and exhale

الحمدلله.

[abnormallyadamant]

I hate when I’m about to start my period and everything is just making me so damn emotional. I don’t want to cry but I do want to cry.

[itsjulesharper]

My current work-in-progress

So here's the face for the angry, moody seme I’m currently writing 🫠 🫠 🫠  Bright Vachirawit, you are one smexy boy.

[blee-bleep]

took time out of this finals week to redraw this precious frame. i love marcille and izutsumi's big-sister, little sister dynamic, so precious

[mischievous-thunder]

Meanwhile Wade:

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton knows the FNAF Mimic’s secret..

[lazylittledragon]

starting a bg3 tarot set!! this will be a print in my shop next month :3

[3twindragons]

[t00thpasteface]

tone deaf

[bigfatbreak]

dad villain au: did emilie just. not consider at all that adrien was literally dying at the time. wow

she's in the habit of deciding when Adrien's suffering is acceptable, and if it is, she'll just fix it later.

[gessorosso]

@inception30daychallenge day 13: A fanart rec!

siren arthur unfazed eames again cause why the hell not

[irisintheafterglow]

when touya's comfortable with you, i think he will just....lay his entire body weight on you at any given moment.

it doesn't matter if you're lying down (though he does prefer it so he can just trap you against the couch or bed), nor does it matter if you're anticipating it or not. he likes to transfer all of his weight from his feet to you, becoming a human weighted blanket that also comes with a certain degree of attitude. when you're standing? it's a bit of a nuisance.

touya, i'm making dinner.

i don't see how i'm stopping you from doing that.

wanna grab me the salt and pepper from the high cabinet?

'm busy. lemme bother you for a while.

his arms are lanky and it became too awkward to drape them over your shoulders, so he settled with securing them around your torso and resting his head next to your neck instead. it's a tossup if he's looking up or not; he'd never admit that his favorite past time is hiding in the space where your neck meets your shoulder and letting you drag him from place to place. you're used to the way his hair tickles the side of your cheek and carefully steer him around any countertop corners or protruding pan handles on the stove.

you're like a cat, you know that?

what, dark and mysterious and graceful?

no, clingy and moody.

it's worse when missions go wrong or someone gives him a tough time, to the point where he needs you to lay on him rather than the other way around.

touya?

here, babe. he's hiding his face and sprawled out on the living room couch, an arm draped over his eyes while his brain tries to recount whatever the hell just happened. hey, baby.

bad mission?

don't wanna talk about it. any other member of the team would leave him to his suffering, but you know him better than that. right now, he needs someone to pull him out of the dark. c'mere, please.

what do you need me to do?

jus' need you.

okay.

you become his weighted blanket and physically push him into the ground, reassuring him that this is the reality he exists in and not wherever his mind wants him to wander. his heartbeat races under your ear and his breath hitches in his throat when your thumb absentmindedly grazes his pulse point right below his chin. lifeline. the inevitable slowing of your breathing as you drift off to sleep forces his own chest to match the fall and rise of your rhythm, never too fast or too slow.

you assume touya moved you to his bed after you'd slipped into unconsciousness, depositing you gently onto the sheets that smelled like him and faintly like your body wash. you don't remember how you ended up in a different location, but your position against his body remains the same.

snug like puzzle pieces, fit together like two halves of the same soul.

[heliomanteia]

Pretty privilege is real and Apollo being included in God Games while not really having any particular intense feelings against Odysseus is the proof of that.