#this is so sweet😍

[lifemod17]

Hozier Breaks Down His Perfect Playlist

🎥: theSKimm' | 04/23/2024

And some gifs 👀

[choccy-milky]

seb vs. clora's Childhood Friend™️ 😇🥰 ((from my new chap! ao3/wattpad))

[scrumptiousstuffs]

Q1 - The Heart Killers

Source: THK Twitter

18/07/2024

[nebula-remnants]

I think people should start drawing their favorite character as this dog 😍 /hj

I’ll go first (I’m so sorry in advance)

man what am I doing I should be writing

[mayasdeluca]

Maya being all heart eyes seeing Carina with Pru vs finally seeing her that way with their own baby

[loveintensely]

Jonathan Bailey and Matt Bomer on Buzzfeed with sweetly adorable puppies promoting Fellow Travelers, December 2023.😍🫠🐾🐶😍. BOTH SO HANDSOME!😍🔥

Watch Full YouTube Interview Below:⬇️

[sdrose93]

This man 🥰😍❤

[myokk]

Her whole body was on fire.

Not the pleasant, tingling sort of fire that had been consuming her as she kissed Sebastian just moments before.

These were terrible, burning flames that made her nerves scream in agony as her body tried to purge itself of the curse. Once her coughing stopped she tried her hardest to straighten her spine and pretend that it wasn't what they both knew it was. But everything hurt so badly, and she knew she wasn't fooling Sebastian.

Eloise was terrified. She had seen how Anne's body had wasted away due to the curse, and Eloise wasn't hopeful she would survive. Even if Sebastian hadn't given up hope when his sister was cursed, he had already been researching relentlessly for a cure for over a year without any breakthroughs - and his research was in addition to Nurse Blainey and St. Mungo's fruitless attempts to heal her.

But...she could take a small measure of comfort from the fact that she had managed to save Anne.

Even if it was at the expense of her own well-being.

"What did you do?" Sebastian whispered, voice raspy, eyes wide and horrified as he looked at her.

Her eyes darted away from his accusing glare, down to the white sleeve that was now peppered with tiny spots of the blood she had just coughed up. They were slowly growing, the tiny spatters expanding and mingling with each other. "I..."

Throat constricting, tears welling up in her eyes, a sob that she was trying to swallow back down.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Eloise shook her head helplessly. "I have no idea."

She wasn't lying. When she had run to help Anne in Feldcroft all those weeks ago, she had been acting on pure instinct. Just as she had when Leander had hit Sebastian with diffindo. It was the most natural thing in the world to dip into whatever ancient magic reserves she was privy to and just use them. Even if she didn't fully understand these instincts.

"What did you do?" Sebastian repeated, voice rising with every word. He started pacing in front of the fireplace, running an agitated hand through hair that Eloise had already messed up. "I...oh, god. This can't be happening again."

"I would do it again. I saved Anne." Eloise's voice sounded very small to her ears and she shrunk away at the expression on his face when he turned to look at her. It was incredulous and devastated and furious and she couldn't look at him any more. She turned her head to watch the flames. Out of the corner of her eye she could see his agitated, jerky movements.

"At the expense of your own health! Merlin, this is all my fault. I -"

Eloise couldn't hear whatever Sebastian was about to say as his words were lost to another fit of coughing. His anger slipped away and was immediately replaced with concern as he moved to stand in front of her, gently reaching out a hand to her shoulder.

She was lost to the pain and flames screaming - was she screaming? - their way up her throat, the hacking coughs so gratingly painful that it was all she could focus on.

"Fuck," she heard Sebastian say. "Wait..."

He put an arm around her waist and helped her move the short distance to the bed. As soon as he let go of his hold on her, she fell to her side. Her arms were useless at the moment, and the side of her face met the mattress as she fell without being able to catch herself. Tears were streaming down her face as she coughed and coughed and coughed and -

"Here. Please..." A reassuringly solid presence at her side, leaning her body against his chest, her head lying limply across his shoulder. A gentle hand grabbed her jaw and then forced a potion down her throat.

Eloise immediately started gagging and tried to wrest herself from his grasp. The potion was thick and viscous and tasted like mud, slowly sliding its way down her throat. If the curse had manifested itself in all-encompassing flames, this potion was its antidote in the form of shards of ice that burned in an entirely different way. Her ears were ringing and her head swam in pain as she whimpered.

But...

The coughing had stopped.

Her eyes slowly opened.

Sebastian's face swam in and out of her vision as she blinked away the tears. There was a sharp stab of pain through her head when she tried to focus her vision, so she just closed her eyes again and moved her face into the crook of his neck.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps, but at least she wasn't coughing anymore.

She felt his arms tighten around her, one of his hands starting to massage the base of her neck as he cradled her body to his. Sebastian was warm, reassuring, solid. That, she could focus on. Eloise breathed in deeply, and the faint smell of cinnamon mixed with what she was now recognizing as Sebastian filled her senses. She tried to move an arm so she could caress him the way he was, but her arms were numb and tingling and she was just so tired.

She felt herself drifting off to sleep in his arms, the overwhelming feeling of safety and comfort being her last fleeting thoughts before sleep overcame her.

the scene after their first kiss, that I drew a while ago😇😇😇

[satans-knitwear]

Cute 'fit featuring the skirt I made 😍

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[austinslounge]

💫 Austin with a fan in NYC 🥰❤️

[m333myselfandiii]

Genuinely tweaking tf out because last chapter dropped and I'm so soul-wrenched pulled apart at the seams and unraveling that I don't even have the energy to cry lmaoo. Tbh i never expected to get this attached to a character/s (all of them, really- Shingen, Somi, Shintaro) and it sounds kind of stupid when I write it down here but still.

My heart breaks for all of them; Shingen, who had to live his life burdened by his clan duties. Shintaro, who had to live his life never being the first choice, of always being tethered to the rules. Somi, who, I think (I hope) loved her child, but just a little too late, and for Gun, poor, sweet Gun, who had to see them all die before his eyes.

They weren't good- they were a terrible family by all means (talking about the adults here obv), but somehow I can't bring myself to hate them for it. It's hard to express what I'm really feeling lol but I just hope. I just hope they're all finally at peace, now. Somehow, somewhere.

I hope Shingen and Shintaro get to be the kids that their childhood never allowed them to be, I hope Somi gets to smile more freely, and I hope that Gun can be happy and unburdened by his past. I hope.

[thecoyotescry]

I need long hair Noah like a fish needs fucking water!!!

[metamorphesque]

💌 Kafka, the Wardrobe and the Sunday Dress 💌

But on a better subject: Do you know when you were most beautifully dressed in Vienna, absolutely, absurdly beautifully dressed? There can’t be any argument about it: on Sunday.

Tuesday, July 6

By the way, why am I a human being, with all the torments this extremely vague and horribly responsible condition entails? Why am I not, for example, the happy wardrobe in your room, which has you in full view whenever you’re sitting in your chair or at your desk or when you’re lying down or sleeping (all blessings upon your sleep!)? Why am I not that? Because I would break down with grief if I had seen your misery during these last days, or even if—you should leave Vienna.

Thursday, July 15

Milena, industrious one, your room is undergoing a change in my mind; the desk and the whole place really didn’t look much like work before, but now it does, and so convincingly that I can feel this work; in your room it must be magnificently hot and cool and happy. Only the wardrobe remains as ponderous as always and sometimes the lock is broken and it doesn’t yield a thing, desperately staying shut, and in particular it refuses to give up the dress you wore on “Sunday”; if you should ever set up house again we’ll throw it out.

Thursday, July 22

Yes, the wardrobe. It will probably be the object of our first and last fight. I’ll say: “We’re throwing it out.” You’ll say: “It’s staying.” I’ll say: “Choose between it and me.” You’ll say: “Just a second. Frank and Schrank, * they rhyme. I’ll take the Schrank.” “Fine,” I’ll say and slowly walk down the stairs (which?) and—if I still haven’t found the Danube Canal, I’ll be living happily ever after.

Tuesday, July 27

And incidentally I’m all in favor of the wardrobe—you just shouldn’t wear the dress. You’ll wear it out and what will be left for me then?

Tuesday, July 27

And I trust you didn’t read my dumb jokes aloud to your wardrobe? You know I love almost everything in your room to the point of swooning.

Tuesday, July 27

[hathay]

the idea of dancing with jamil viper makes me physically ill. fallen to my knees ill. like imagine telling him you don’t know how to dance a dance like the waltz. (yk like his halloween card where he literally teaches epel.) (i’m smitten.) him nonchalantly offering to teach you and obviously taking him up on the offer. him outstretching his hand and taking yours into it. your hands fitting so perfectly in the others. his hand on your upper back, the skin underneath burning because of his touch on you, as all he wishes to do is hid in his hood just in case his face takes on a mind of its own and reveals just how flustered it all makes him in the moment. he’d move his gaze to the ground and tell you to try to mimic his movements, once you get the footwork down (after quite a few stumbles and small laughter shared between the two of you), he’d twirl the two of you together, the wind it created lightly brushing against your faces and hair. the dim light creating such an intimate air, barely showing the stars in both of your eyes as you share a dance. him lightly giving small praises about how you’re doing so well and you blaming it all on having such a good teacher. his gaze now locked on yours as you both suppressing small smiles because you’re utter fools. both admiring the small details you can only see on one’s face when you are as close in proximity as you two are in the moment, taking in how much you wouldn’t rather have anyone else in your hold.

[pinkmirth]

he’s so ridiculously gorgeous oh my god

[zappedbyzabka]

Dotingly pouring him a glass