#the bayangs

[vettelbee]

the fluffiest angel

[renrapp]

BIANCA BUSTAMANTE on the podium after winning Race 2 of Valencia in F1 Academy 📸 Eric Alonso

[generisydtoo]

The ‘Rents

[tani-b-art]

A’ja Wilson

[diiwata]

finding more filipinos tbosas moots makes me wanna extend on marcus' family....... I'm like a sleeper agent that awakens at the mention of my motherland...... expect to see the batungbakals soon......

[itsnotira]

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Sorry itoshii, nothin' here, mb

[blueribbonbaby]

[oedipusrexs]

for: @graeclandtoo

location: banquet hall 

 The students of Daskalos were in a stir; Professor Avila glided amongst them, giving to each in his turn about, some token of his good will. Samson mused on what it would be like to have his presence be coveted -- when he vouchsafed his own sentiments, he met only silence. But here, standing in Priscilla's charming airs, Samson was welcome in her presence. He knew their bond was strange, that an auspicious air marked each hell bent night they shared. And whatever misfortunes and depressions befell Priscilla held a strong claim on his forbearance; Samson did not ask where her paramour stood. He did not want to hear the answer -- he could not have mustered a reply with calm or dignity.        Their summer break had agreed with Priscilla mightily -- her dress was immaculate, but even the simplest draping would be a triumph to her charms. She existed in a class of her own; you did not need to be in love, to concede this truth. Her eyes were fixed upon him now, twinkling -- the softness she had shown him in greeting had been insinuating, but it was more acceptable than others curiosity. "There is nothing is so necessary for a young man as the company of intelligent women -- I'm here to let you lecture me on anything, but that guy over there? Black suit with the weird stains? He's on the war path." Samson smiled, his cheeks were half-colored. He did not envy his most secure of classmates in this moment -- he was content with his voluntary friend now. Was this friendship? Proximity to him was a wavering sentiment, brittle and threatening to revoke support. "I saw another painting of Judith slaying  Holofernes this summer - I thought of you." 

[upstartgeek]

y'all: squidrick flag isnt real he cant hurt you

squidrick flag:

[msculper]

okay…. i fully did not thirst over selah enough the first time around…

[kalauada]

Terj. Surah Al Furqan (25, 45-55)*

Apakah kamu tidak memperhatikan (penciptaan) Tuhanmu, bagaimana Dia memanjangkan (dan memendekkan) bayang-bayang dan kalau Dia menghendaki niscaya Dia menjadikan tetap bayang-bayang itu, (45) kemudian Kami jadikan matahari sebagai petunjuk atas bayang-bayang itu, kemudian Kami menarik bayang-bayang itu kepada kami dengan tarikan yang perlahan-lahan.(46) Dialah yang menjadikan untukmu malam…

[ishizizzle]

Hyuga Heiress rkgk

[lilyarchived]

filipino fans i want u to imagine simon saying mahal kita in his gruff ass voice

Reader, whose second language is English: we need to get a baby car.

Simon, holding the literal four month old: ….no. He doesn’t need a scooter yet.

reader: ??? Yes!! Unless you want to carry him everywhere.

Simon:

reader:

Simon: Stroller. And yes. We do.

[patadela]

[blueribbonbaby]

[oedipusrexs]

for: @fvlsegcd 

location: the beach 

  Samson was detained by converging twilight on the beach -- breathing in the deepening calm, the coolness of departing light mellowing him. There rankled a suspicion in his heart he was not alone; and of course, it was him there. Fitz's feet were firmly planted against alabaster sand, a force of nature sunshine now could not win over with simmering heat. Again and again and again, those eyes met his -- but offering nothing, they withdrew. Samson wished he could have dared to be near him; but he lived in perpetual fear his presence would evince indignation from Fitz. He longed to speak now -- he dared not whisper. Degrees of separation that summer had changed their relationship, but not in the manner he had painfully anticipated. Those warm words, though only warm in estrangement, breathed life on the frail frost-work of Samson's being. Fitz seemed to know that even if he only deigned to speak of himself, Samson's wish would always be satisfied.     For Samson's part, there was only one avenue of recourse now; he had to expiate his palpable feelings or he would not sleep that night. In a poorly executed attempt at indifference, Samson approached Fitz with his eyes upon the foaming waves; only until they stood within arms reach, did he meet the heat of his gaze.. He was powerless to deny himself the delight of indulging Fitz's most vicious moods, and being a pliant thing, to his will. Sometimes Fitz was prone to vindictive pleasures and harassed him; in-spite of Samson's desire to only hear and bear all, Fitz struck so expertly against the flint of whatever stamina Samson owned. In a strange and new phase, an utterly selfish one, Samson coveted this, too. He had lived in perpetual fear of a singular thing that would change him, an angst engrained in his nature. Fitz bore something in him -- but he did not know if he yielded himself to this singular path, if he would be asked to parted with his identity. "You always feel taller when your shoes are off -- is it an American thing, or is it just a party trick to spite me?" Samson did not wish to reflect much on the tenderness that marked his tone; he would rather invest in dissecting Fitz's reply, something he felt he knew by heart. Fitz would first offer a spare, but expressive answer -- and if Samson was lucky, a smile would wander around his lips, an expression that felt either blithe or critical. "I heard a girl at dinner speaking about some whirlwind love affair that's left her anchor-less; seemed like your type of scene -- but we've never discussed, whether you're infatuated with gingers or not. It'll be another thing to add to my list of shortcomings, if you are."