#steady fingers

[bookrat]

Little guy is sold, thanks~

[wildsaltair]

okay Mr. Crowe I see how it is

[askarsjustsoswedish]

Flashing gifs // Alexander Skarsgård - The Berlinale ‘23, 22 February 2023 - Infinity Pool ‘23 Promotion. Thanks to Valentina Ariete Facebook (x) and justjody tumblr (x)

#AlexanderSkarsgard indossa il collare della #PalmDog alla conferenza stampa di #InfinityPool alla #Berlinale.

#AlexanderSkarsgard wearing the #PalmDog collar at the #InfinityPool press conference at the #Berlinale.

[Not the best gifs, but I had to, this man is a delight, and pure p*rn!]

[luvrodite]

sorry for finding the idea of an f/o getting pissed off about how naive you are and begrudgingly appointing themselves as your caretaker while you’re drunk hot it has nothing to do with my upbringing i prommy 🤞🏾

[volivolition]

hhello mr volivolition. volta is such a based name actually. might yoink that

!! HELLO!! :] oh shit hell YES, we can be volta together!! its mostly because i love Volta Do Mar as a kim skill (and because im volta do mar for the skillsposters lmao), i love them... they're a method for grounding, for bringing you back home, for remembering who you are so you don't lose yourself in the pale...

since she's not a canon skill, i had to just like. make up an entire design for them and because character design is NOT my forte, they look WEIRD and not like skills normally do but!! i like him nonetheless <3 puts her in kim's clothes because i can. gives them wings because i can. assigns them she/they/he pronouns BECAUSE I CAN. we get no info so i make the rules now lmao <3

as a choir/poetry/neurodivergent guy, i adore volta do mar, my darling grounding technique who wants you to come home <3

[rimouskis]

for the record MY votes were for singer EK, guitarist Tanger, bassist Geno, and drummer Sid

[transmechanicus]

I figured out what’s been fucking slicing my finger every time i cook and wouldn’t you know it it’s the flat of the blade of my chefs knife goddamn it

[s1llydr3amscape]

Being a finger artist on ur phone is so funny because I'd look at my 2nd and 3rd finger at random intervals and go

Why are you flat

[pallabsofficial]

Who's answering these questions?

[poppurini]

millie i cant get this out of my head but since we now know that leona can drive do hypu think he. He does THAT THING. when one hand is steering the wheel and the other is

HE DOES.

[the-winters-prince]

This trip is gonna end up with us sleeping in the same bed together because you insist I am as fragile as a baby apple blossom and will die if the cabin temperature raises by 2 degrees

I need to feel your breath on my skin or I worry that your lungs have stopped working and I have to do mouth to mouth

[sunlessea]

do u think tumblr could put the block option any closer to the follow one on mobile. Perhaps right on top of it so i play gacha any time i do one or the other not knowing which one I’ll pull

[cosmobrain00]

if will were to play an instrument wht would he play I wonder

[juliamccartney]

i've just taken some lovely photos of the moon using my phone, in some of them you can even make out the smaller craters, like in 3D!

this one is probably my favourite, i only cropped and sharpened it a bit:

[julictcapulet]

LUCIANNA ‘LUCILLE’ HOWARD &. EMMETT ‘MONTY’ MONTGOMERY — “please...you’re so beautiful. you may eat me if you like. i’d sooner be eaten by you than fed by anyone else.” for @asystcle

louise glück, poems 1962-2012; “marathon” // elvira madigan (1967) dir. bo widerberg // salma deera, letters from medea // richard siken, crush // dara scully, the caress // margaret atwood, power politics // susan sontag, as consciousness is harnessed to flesh: journals & notebooks, 1964 – 1980 // atonement (2007) dir. joe wright // charles dickens, great expectations // antonio canova, psyche revived by cupid’s kiss (1787)

[cagesings]

@heygutlcss / riff sent: “ i love you. i’m sorry. ”

she doesn't want to talk to him. it seems whenever they fight, everyone else on the farm picks up on it. people noticed when riff didn't show up for any of the meals for three days straight, even though she avoided any and all questions about it ( it was rare to see the two of them separated; even rarer for mrs. mclellan not to be seen sitting next to her husband during meals, knees brushing under the table or gripping at his hands on the days she looked paler ). earlier, johanna went as far as to snap at lucille for not keeping up with her. if there was one person she never tried to get irritated with, it was lucille who was hardly more than a child. whatever happened, it was worse than the previous times. it was worse than the morning after their wedding night.

avoiding her husband was more difficult than she thought it would be. when he disappeared for those three days, it was him avoiding her. johanna doesn't know going into town alone and despite being the main caretaker of their finances, couldn't bare to spend any of it on an inn. not when they were saving up for a house. both of them are stubborn people. trying to out stubborn the other was like a dog trying to chase it's tail. unlike that dog, they caught up to each other eventually. johanna made him talk about what happened with uncle at some point. riff brought her to a hospital at some point. but they never had an argument like that before. johanna can't remember a single time where she had raised her voice before that. they fought before. over her desire to get a job, over each other's respective health, over the morning after a night that was soft and sweet and the sudden swift in tone afterwards. never a fight like that.

they knew exactly how to hurt each other. they've lived with each other long enough and their names have been on that marriage certificate for enough time that they know exactly what's considered off limits and what's eating the other alive. part of this aching, johanna thinks to herself, is exactly how they've stung each other. she never meant to bring up the judge in comparison to him. she never wanted to confront the ways she's broken so verbally. despite all of the wedding anniversaries that they've celebrated together, the memories associated with being called mine blocked out everything else. johanna didn't want to try to explain herself in words they both understood. she yelled and she hurt him.

he hurt her, too.

she wants to stay hidden where she is. cheek pressed against the wood of the barn. wedding ring ( the one he made from his spoon when they were at the church ), in her lap, two fingers preventing it from falling onto the dirt floor. head swirling with thoughts of how possessive her husband could be and how much she misses him. at the sound of his voice, johanna forces herself not to look at him. she can see riff out of the corner of her eye; not nearly well enough to read his expression, only to tense as if he's come back just to throw another hurtful thing in her face and leave.

he doesn't.

johanna lifts a hand to wipe away a tear.

❝ can you say that? ❞ how else am i supposed to say i love you? what she called possessiveness, he called love. she takes a quivering breath. ❝ can you say that instead of . . . ❞ they both know what she's talking about. instead of calling me "mine." ❝ can we just tell each other that we love them? ❞ as if they were a more normal couple. as if they haven't been through everything that they have. ❝ i love you. i couldn't even go that far from you. i've just been waiting . . . ❞ she doesn't bother to wipe away any more of her tears as she looks back at him. to see the hurt in his expression. ❝ i'm sorry. i said horrible things. i'm sorry. ❞