#this is so fucking hot i'm losing my mind

[linddzz]

If you think about the actual timeline for the Jayvik divorce arc it is so. fucking. funny. Guys that was like...five months?? Maybe a year?? And most of that was because Jayce got stuck going crazy getting his ass kicked by the bisexuality demons in a pit in the torment nexus.

Really, within the course of a few days all counted, these insane and enmeshed dipshits went through

-Frankenstein's Monster/Frankenstein Allegory Divorce. Came Back Wrong Event. "Can't Let You Go" as an act of betrayal. Sleeping alone in the lab crying listening to Coldplay's "The Scientist" after divorce vs divorcing your situationship to go become Jesus

-"We're Separated." Jayce doing Hellfire from Hunchback but make it bisexual. losing his mind in The Pit. symbolically recreating his ex's life journey. Viktor going through his "starting a cult and taking psychedelics in a hippy commune. getting a balayage bc I'm so over him while wearing the blanket he put on me as a wrap dress" era.

-Divorce 2.0 now with Judas/Jesus Allegory!! The "I love you and will scream as I kill you for all our sakes" ass trope. Hexcore, play "Judas" by Lady Gaga. play "Mary On A Cross."

-Separated era 2.0. Sexy Gay Villain. Im Evil and Gay and Here to Serve Exactly What you Are. Cunt. engaging in horny homoerotic fights with your rival/ex. The Magneto/Xavier era. "My ex came back and he's so much hotter now." Dom!Viktor truthers get our validation and get fed.

- Viktor getting turned down by his hot ex and taking it so bad he becomes Bodyhorror Evil Robot Wizard God. take a shot every time Viktor pins or lifts Jayce by the throat.

-brief cameo flashback of Jayce being haunted by Viktor smiling before getting blasted, just to sprinkle some "dead wife in an action movie" trope to the arc. as a treat.

- Madoka Magika Cosmic God Doomed Gays Era. The small devotee standing in awe before the Beloved God imagery.

-"You were always perfect to me. Your flaws are beautiful. I always loved you for everything you are. All I want is you." Piltover's Ultimate Dumbass Loverboy commits to the power of love except it isn't working. Jayce's voice cracking as he says how much he's always adored Viktor.

(Sidenote can you imagine Mel Medarda in the hive mind collective feeling so fucking tired seeing Jayce immediately confessing his endless devotion and adoration to the Evil Robot God Viktor? She's probably dealt with these two being unhinged and enmeshed for years. she's so fucking sick of them. she is so out of the polycule.)

- IN EVERY REALITY IN ALL POSSIBILITIES. "But babe our fates are inextricably enmeshed throughout realities and throughout universes." Life Without You Is Fields of Dreamless Solitude.

-We Go Into the Darkness Together. Fuck Orpheus I'm Built Different. Category 1000 Forehead Touch. clutching hands and each other as we enmesh our souls for eternity and explode into a butterfly launching into the cosmos. Undoomed Him From The Narrative The Wedding is Back On.

ALL OF THAT IN. HONESTLY. A SPAN OF DAYS. (jayce stuck in the pit barely counts ok). the last four points alone were in a fraction of a frozen second. unhinged. deranged. they're insane. your honor what the fuck is wrong with them???

[cervinelich]

Sevika is the hottest character I have ever seen when she's on screen I'm just BARKBARKBARKRRRRARF

I'm losing my mind not only is she GORGEOUS, but she organized the revolution??? Who rallied people? Who kicked the hero into gear to rescue rebels from prison?? WHOMST???

The most loyal bitch you ever met. I fucking love her godDAMN and she is so fucking hot have I mentioned how hot she is??? what thefuck Im sweating

[alexturntable]

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[feralghxuls]

this new ghoul has SUCH a stage presence like FUCK

look at this i'm losing my MIND

(source)

[raiiny-bay]

cursed to draw only one (1) character forever

[kazumahashimoto]

biggest plot twist in this game is that sidon is really messy

[maxfieldparrishes]

caitlyn kiramman you're so hot when you're in your unhinged villain flop era

[fantasy-dating-sim-trash]

SATAN BEACH UR CARD VIDEO IS UNDER THE READ MORE

Listen I am absolutely not losing my fucking mind over the new SATAN BEACH CARD

Like HOLY SHIT he's so fucking hot and they've never given him a beach UR+ card before and I'm like frothing at the mouth because I need it

LIKE look at HIMMMMMM

HES SO FUCKING SEXY AND HOT

HES NOT JUST A SNACK

HE IS THE WHOLE GOD DAMN MEAL

I'd LET THAT MAN DO SO MANY THINGS TO ME

Like LISTEN THATS MY MANS RIGHT THERE

Kgzyskkdylxhkgzzgmzkh

LIKE THIS IS me RN HOLY FUCKKKKK

So in honor of his new beach card I made a video

As UR Local SATAN OBSESSED BLOG

So enjoy me being a simp lol

[lupaeusmoved]

𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 : 123 / ∞ featuring steve harrington ( @stopthecarrrr liked for a manip )

— 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪��𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 —

[femboty2k]

man I'm so sick of this shit just be nice to fat women (especially trans ones!) or kill yourself idc

[thistableforone]

SARA DRAGO as LEA MARTELLI in Call My Agent - Italia 1.01

[talentforlying]

need to inform everyone that i am newly up to date on dead in america and bawling my EYES out, what do you MEAN i have to wait until april for the next one!! what the fuck do you mean!!!!!!!!

[aromanticannibal]

guys you don't get it this is the greatest fucking soundtrack ever

[hellsdogs]

The sound of the camera, clicking, capturing, it echoes together with this hammer banging, wrecking inside his chest, inside his mind, under his skin, through his guts. Fever, Madness, Desire - it feeds his art the same way it feeds his damaged soul, igniting every single one of his senses. His eyes, they never blink, never look away, intense, dark, captiivated as his breath keeps on getting short, shorter, his lungs filled with nothing but her perfume, her scent, Her. ( @wellfell ) More. More of Her. This edible blood is cascading down her neck, a neck he watches through his lens - it is made of the purest, the rawest porcelain he just dreams to seize, devour, own, crush. He moves like a sculptor, devoted to the statue of her, to every single frame he takes of her : on that screen, she is his creation, his masterpiece. One knee down the bed, he is bent over her as she lays down, like immortalized on the canvas of these tainted, wrinkled, messy and ruined sheets, a ruby of erotic violence, she becomes the allegory of his darkest and deepest desires. The palm of his hand lands down the mattress, close to her head, careful. He is oh so careful not to touch her, not to damage her, his precious little fantasy. His breath is irregular when she does that : touching him, grabbing his arm to get him closer and she's moaning, arching her back for him to admire, to contemplate as if she visited every single one of these obsene dreams he has about her, only to give them to him, right here, right now. The camera clicks and clicks as he moves, hover over her to capture every single moment, every single moan. Fuck. Her moans, the only music he wishes to listen to for the rest of his pathetic littles days. He can feel the warmth emanating from her body, like a magnet, like a trap as the camera clicking closer and closer, his face now pressed against her temple. He closes his eyes, focusing on his own respiration, inhaling, exhaling as the frustration is so insufferable it almost hurts. He would kill, to be allowed to touch her, to ruin her, to take her whole, to be inside of her, for the blood to spread from her skin to his, for his mouth to taste her core, for his hunger to consume her in all the disgusting ways he wishes to. She knows, Oh she knows, this forbidden crave he only allows his dirty little camera to see.

"You're the prettiest thing I"ve ever seen." His voice is low, deep, his lips against her ear, he is Mad for her. Her hand seizing his electrifies him again. His eyes never leave her and she does just that : this time, it' his name she is moaning. Dear fucking God. Every single drop of saliva he swallows feels like blades, his fingers frozen on the button. She pushes him then, swattng his hand away, he actually looses balance and falls, on the low of his back out of bed, while she stands up above him. Pathetic little dog on the carpet he now is, well that's what he wants to be, that's what he makes of himself. It is Art, she Is Art, the Art that puts you down your knees, that makes you beg like you would to God. The balcony is just a few meters away, it only takes a few steps for them to reach the spot just like she demands. There is an unspoken rule between them, he never touches her, never unless she allows him to, asks him to. The cold of the balcony railing is pressed against her loins, the wind playing with the light fabric of her dress, revealing pieces of her. The night is dark and the city lights seem far away, and she is here, at his mercy, 10 floors above the ground. His fingers travel up her collarbones, slowly, like every single centimeter of skin they gain must be worshipped. Is he tainting her? By shivering when he's touching her like this, aroused. His long fingers reach her neck, steady, firm, the type of grip that does not pressure on her veins just yet, but the type of possessive grip that says he never ever wants to let her go. A step is made, closer, their bodies one against the other against that railing in a perfect silence only the wind fills, cold. His eyes are melting when he looks at her right here, right now, completely enamored of this vision of her. It's Adoration. He. Adores. Her. The camera is forgotten , hanging on his shoulder but not in his other hand no as this one crawls up her neck as well. A slow smile is now on his lips, matching these eyes of a deranged man who would kill himself for the object of desire she is. "You are my masterpiece. The epitome of my Art, the Beauty I want to dive in and die for." He rests his forehead against hers, closing his eyes like a prayer while his fingers tightens his grip around her neck, a pressure against her carotids, the type that can make one suffocate. "Akina, Akina... Oh God, Akina. Is this the only way I could ever have you all for myself? Tell me. Tell me I'm a pathetic piece of shit that disgusts you. Tell me you will never be mine, tell me I will never get to taste you, tell me you will never allow me to own you." His eyes are linked with hers now. There are hells in his dilated pupils, the ones she feeds, the she ones she exists in, both of their hair wipping in the breeze, the goosebumps rising on his skin, his demons awakening. "Tell me the only way you could be mine is... if I kill you."

[boycum3000]

Brie Larson photographed by Collier Schorr for Harper’s Bazaar

[running-in-the-dark]

oh, I see. it's one of those nights.