#this IS canon guys

[tagerrkix]

1 demon vs 7 baby aardvarks

[house-md-imagines]

I am begging you do something where y/n has lupus

hope you feel better anon

[lunaxx08]

varadha : *upset*

deva : i will destroy every aspect of the known universe and burn whatever remains to ash in order to be sure i eradicated whatever hurt you.

varadha : i'd rather have a hug.

deva : okay.

[whenthedeeppurplefalls]

How to get the good ending of Who’s Lila: play the tower ending, turn the game off as soon as William throws her reel away, and don’t touch it ever again ❤️

[ohagiwrites]

₊✩‧₊˚౨ A Quiet Melody ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Note: for your reading experience, I cite these songs in order of their appearance.

1. Ballerina — Yehezkel Raz

2. Gentle Adieu — Joshua Kyan Aalampour

3. Letters Never Sent — Million Eyes

Alastair wipes his eyes and sniffs one last time, pushing his shoulders back.

“Sorry,” he says to Kokoa, who stands beside him, one hand on the handle of the closed door before them, the other firmly squeezing Alastair’s shoulder. “I’m ready now.”

Kokoa nods and twists the handle, pushing the door open. Alastair murmurs a thank you and steps inside, knowing Kokoa will be waiting on the other side of the door as it shuts.

Alastair sighs and his eyes immediately find Atlas sitting in his chair in the corner of the room. His head is ducked down, hands fiddling with his clothing. Alastair allows himself a moment to admire him. His hair is growing out again, there’s more color to his skin than there was when they’d found him, and when he looks up at Alastair, he doesn’t growl or snarl but rather shifts slightly towards Alastair as a silent acknowledgment of his presence.

“Hello, Atlas,” Alastair breathes out. Seeing him still makes his chest tight because even after however long it’s been that he’s been back with them, it feels surreal to have Atlas in front of him and for the boy to not be trying to kill him.

Atlas, of course, does not respond. He never does in the beginning. He didn’t yesterday, or the day before, so it’s no surprise really. It always takes him a while to warm up to Alastair’s reappearance.

However, flow of conversation is not at the forefront of Alastair’s mind today. With a quiet hum, he shuffles to sit in the chair across from Atlas’s, their knees close, Atlas’s body heat settling between them and making Alastair all warm inside.

“I thought maybe we could try something new today? If that’s all right with you.”

Atlas pauses his fidgeting and looks up, brows scrunched, eyes narrowed.

“It’s nothing dangerous. Kokoa will escort us to the room and wait outside the door like always,” Alastair adds calmly.

In truth it had taken quite some effort to convince the twins to even think about letting Alastair take Atlas somewhere else, even if it was on the same floor. And still, there were quite a few restrictions. Alastair was not to bring Atlas to see anyone else, Wren included, the twins had stressed.

After a long pause, Atlas nods hesitantly. “Okay,” he mutters.

Alastair’s chest swells up and he flushes, fighting back a smile. “Okay. Perfect. Um, you can just come with me then,” he says, standing and making his way to the door. He glances behind him to ensure Atlas is with him before knocking to let Kokoa know he’s going to open the door and then slowly pulling it open.

“Hi, Kokoa,” Alastair greets with a small smile which the man returns with a wide grin of his own.

“Didn’t take much convincing I see,” he notes before turning to Atlas. “Hey dude, looking good. I think you’ll like what Alastair has planned.” He doesn’t say anymore as he leads the two down the hall.

Alastair knows Kokoa stays quiet because it’s Alastair’s time with Atlas. The twins are always very mindful of not being intrusive of Alastair and Atlas’s time together. Alastair is grateful for this. It’s the only time he gets with Atlas after all.

Kokoa stops at a door at the end of the hallway. “I’ll be out here if you guys need me,” he says, pushing the door open for them and stepping aside.

Alastair smiles softly at Atlas over his shoulder before stepping into the room. Atlas follows and the door clicks shut behind him.

The unused bedroom has been converted, now a neat, relatively empty yet still cozy room with lavender walls and a little bookshelf and an armchair by the window. The centerpiece of the room is a grand piano. It’s not new, the paint is black but worn and chipping in some areas. Yet it’s perfectly tuned.

“Here. You can have a seat if you’d like,” Alastair offers, turning to Atlas. Atlas crosses his arms over his chest and stays standing by the door.

Alastair sighs and crosses the room to sit at the piano bench. “You don’t like it?”

Atlas glares. “What are you trying to do?” he asks, voice tight, eyes narrowed into slits.

“Nothing,” Alastair answers calmly.

Atlas snarls and storms up to Alastair, grabbing him by the collar. “Don’t lie to me,” he snaps. “You can’t keep me in here. Kokoa will let me out.” Atlas’s voice is sharp and angry but panic laces his tone.

Alastair stares up at Atlas, eyes soft with adoration. He very slowly reaches up to touch Atlas’s wrist. The boy flinched and his grip around the front of Alastair’s shirt tightens. “You don’t have to stay Atlas,” Alastair says softly, rubbing small lines along the inside of Atlas’s wrist with his thumb. “I won’t make you.”

Even when his face is scrunched up in a glare, distrusting and wary, Alastair thinks he’s beautiful.

Those eyes. There’s a haunting radiance in the violet that pools, deep and consuming, pulling Alastair in.

“But I would like you to listen, if you’re willing.”

Atlas grinds his teeth together before releasing Alastair with a shove, jerking his arm away from Alastair’s hand.

He pivots and marches towards the door.

Alastair begins to play. He can sense the way Atlas stills behind him as he plucks delicately at ivory keys.

He doesn’t stop to look behind him as Atlas slowly approaches. Alastair spares him only a short glance, warm and inviting, before turning his attention to his song in an instant.

The song is light, peaceful, almost playful. It fills the air around them, a tune only for their ears — and perhaps Kokoa’s but Alastair can’t give him a moment’s thought when Atlas stands beside him, breathing evening out.

When Atlas slowly lowers himself onto the bench beside him, Alastair feels his lips curl up in a soft smile. Atlas is warm against his side, their thighs pressing against each other on the short slab of wood.

Alastair fell the way Atlas’s shoulders sink, his posture going lax. The next time he looks over, Atlas eyes are closed and his head is swaying slightly in tune.

However, the song is a rather short one, and comes to an end only seconds later.

Atlas’s eyes shoot open and he fixes Alastair with an accusing look. “Why did you stop?” he grumbles.

Alastair, amused, tilts his head and hums. “Are you asking me to continue?”

Atlas mumbles something incoherently before sheepishly — and rather adorably, Alastair privately thinks — saying “Yes. Play another.”

Alastair smiles, his expression practically melting as he nods, turning to the keys again. His fingers dance over white and black, slower this time. The song this time, is calming and sweet — if not melancholic. Bittersweet, one might say.

Alastair can see Atlas in his peripheral, swaying slightly. His eyes are probably closed again as well. Alastair allows himself to look again and confirms his suspicion.

Though distracted, he still plays beautifully, cheeks warm as he takes Atlas in. His face is free of creases and furrows, his posture is almost completely relaxed, Alastair swears his lips quirk up a little in the corners too. He looks more at peace than Alastair has seen him in a long time. Alastair is brought a soothing warmth to know that this is his doing.

He turns his attention to the piano again and as the song continues, Alastair feels a gentle thunk on his shoulder as a small weight settles upon it. He looks down, his playing not faltering a second but his heart lurching. Atlas’s temple rests against his shoulder, his eyes still closed. Now, he’s smiling a proper smile. Soft and reserved, but a smile nonetheless.

‘Every song I play is for you,’ Alastair thinks as if Atlas will hear him.

Alastair, trying to keep his shoulder as still as possible, continues his playing.

When the song comes to a quiet end, Alastair doesn’t wait for Atlas to ask this time before leading into another gentle melody as the light outside descends, painting the room in lovely oranges and pinks.

Alastair doesn’t care how long he has to sit perfectly still like this because Atlas enjoys his playing and is resting against him and the two of them are alone and at peace together, soaking in the warmth of the dying sun.

Atlas and Kokoa are owned by @oros-ash3s

[tenants-yuri-enjoyer]

"Be brave, be gay." - Umi Sonoda, the first ever homosexual in the Sonoda bloodline.

[soarstar]

pinkie pie only had straight hair as a kid due to her mother putting relaxer into it. that’s why she’s so happy when she has curls…she has learnt true joy

[connectionterminated13]

This true ending to inferno AU is Gregory and all of his friends coming to get there to beat the shit out of William

[askthe-littlepoet]

what does that thing about the oral fixation mean poet?

poet what does this mean?

"Don't worry about it!"

"...if liking 'things in my mouth' isn't enough for you to understand, it's best I don't tell you."

[taol-incorrect-quotes]

Green: Ugh, crushes are so dumb. Mask: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid. Green: But you’re always acting stupid? Mask: … Mask: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

[yuquinzel]

credits to our sleep-deprived sunshine and the bane of my existence lesstie who’s unfortunately not on tumblr but made this specifically to be posted here

[paintedcrows]

Whenever Bill sees KingOfNJ's fics through Stan's eyes he just thinks they have the same taste in fanfiction (disgusting. unthinkable) continued

[qiinamii]

one braincell transfer (divided by four)

[soaked-doors]

old man luzo yaoi posting

[bearloonz]

I think we as a society should bring back brotps. I think we should be weirder about characters being friends the same way people are weird about ships. Make those two characters who interacted once or twice besties. Make it difficult for them to get rid of each other even if they want to. Go nuts