#this man has a choke hold on me

[syluslittlecr0w]

I’m so normal about this. Don’t mind me giggling and kicking my feet.

[fictional-apologistt]

season 4 didn’t serve BUT FIVES LOOKS SURE DID

[dreamingofep]

Mmm…that first one… we love when he sits like that🫣

My favorite 50s!Elvis photos, part 46 of ∞; Totally sitting on things like a normal person

[missblissy]

Little Things! Astarion x Reader HCs

A/n: 😤😤 I’m just gonna say it, ya’ll don’t have enough casual domestic relationship headcanons in these tags. To much smut. Y’all need some water, come up for air or something good god I love y’all but drink some fucking water 😂 So have some HCs of Tav and Astarion in Act 1. GN! Tav with no class/race as always UwU Also thank you so much for all the likes and kind words on my last post! I plan on opening my requests soon so be sure to follow to stay updated on when that happens. 💖☺️ Enjoy!

Was it even possible for someone to be annoyed… and pleased at the same time? Could a contradiction even exist? Yes. It could. And it baffled Astarion. Sure you had a pretty face, a nice laugh, a way with words… A shimmer in your eyes… a crooked grin that barely broke a smirk… The faint and unmissable sound of your heart beat… A smell so signature he could pick it up in the subtle breeze.

Just with the shift of wind and now he was tossing and turning in his tent. Huffing and throwing his blanket over half his face. Thoughts racing with you now, all the way on the other side of camp and no where near him. Not even in his sight. And still you were in his mind.

How annoying. This was just a misguided, maybe even a malicious attempt at forging an alliance. So why did he feel so… bad? His red eyes couldn’t close so he just stared at the fabric wall of his tent. A blank but also bitter stare on his face.

Out of all the books he read, and he read a lot, none of them actually showed him what real was. What was real passion? Not the mask he wore. What was real conviction and adoration? All he knew was what he’s done for centuries. And this was nothing but uncharted and unfamiliar territory.

So why was it your delightful and diluted scent in the wind alone just enough to send him reeling? He couldn’t know, or didn’t dare to wonder.

These little things didn’t stop there. During the day you’d bounce up to him with a skip in your step… that equally would send a skip right into his ribs and tore up his lungs. With big bright eyes you’d show him something random, something you found, something you made… it didn’t matter.

Just the way you beamed with a radiant smile the sun could be jealous of, it was enough for a snide back handed comment that could be confused for a flirt, “Oh darling, for me? You shouldn’t have, you might just be one of my most devoted fans,” Normally a line like this worked. Either it would send the conversation towards the bedroom or someone left standing alone.

Neither happened. You just rolled your eyes, gave a little laugh and said, “A fan? In your dreams,” And go on chatting like before, unfazed by his little remarks. You were an enigma to him.

Especially during times after a battle. It was always such a gentle touch, when you’d place a hand on his shoulder and praise him for his good work and efforts in the battle.

If vampires had blood to blush he would. He didn’t understand why he wanted to hear more of it, “That was a good job you did out there today,” or maybe it was the way you said, “You did amazing,” He could listen to praises all day. He never knew how much he enjoyed them before.

Let’s not forget, he could hear your heartbeat. Not yours alone. Everyone had a different rhythm and rhyme. For instants Shadowheart, her heart was slow, sad, faint but still beating away with life. Astarion could hear it, just the same as Lae’zel who seemingly had no heart beat at all until the surprising thumb of it came every hour or so. He could hear yours too. Rattle away within your bones. And he paid close attention.

Normally these ‘skills’ of listening to hearts were used to hunt out a target for his master. But with no master and a band of fools, he still used these skills unbeknownst to himself.

He’d listen with eyes glued to a book. You’re heart pitter pattered like any other. But sometimes it’d start racing, picking up speed. Not to long ago a racing heart was the first step into picking a target, since the heart never lies and when a fool looked Astarion’s way if their heart sang that song he knew who would be his unfortunate soul.

But no, this time he just peered from over his book and watched you stare off into the distance, into the darkness of the woods. To his surprise there wasn’t a glance his way or even at anyone. Your heart only raced for fear it seemed. Even when you looked at him or shared a conversation, the same steady beat flowed.

It was something little like this, these little things only he knew as they festered in his mind. They ached within him. He hid it well but it wretched at his organs and plucked at his fibers every time. It was annoying. It was… wonderful…

It was terrifying. The way his breathe would catch when you’d ask him to join you. The way he actually felt anger, as petty as it was, when you asked him to stay back at camp.

Or maybe when he’d hear just the sound of your voice, distant on the other side of camp, muffled, not even loud enough to hear what you were saying but just enough to hear your voice. How strange that something so little as that was enough to ease him into sleep.

[restlesskeychains]

“You don’t always have to be the hero.”

ANYWAYS I WATCHED LMK S5 AND NOW I AM GRIEVING AND SUFFERING EVEN MORE

[thecalvinistkat]

Me: I have self-imposed art projects with self-imposed deadlines that I need to have self-control and work on

Also me: Mega Man

[saraminia]

Noah Reid as Tommy Cummins in Murder in a Small Town (2024–) S1E08 "Sleep While I Sing"

[lemonlinelights]

Every friend group has the one always traveling, the one always stuck at work, the pool pee-er, and the one whose always crashing at the bestie’s place because they’ve fallen for the best friend’s mom.

[vexaris]

he's a good boy... sometimes...

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(posting two versions because i didn't know which one i liked more)

pose by @/jrrad_

[galaxylover06]

Shadikal posting real quick because this is so them

(edit of this tweet, shadow's username taken from)

[ratatatastic]

has it been more than a month since whatever happened at e11even happened? yeah. does that mean im over whatever the fuck lundy and sasha were up to that night? absolutely the fuck not what the fuck was that

WHAT THE FUCK WAS ANY OF THAT???

[bloos-bloo]

HIIII BLOOO

Have a sneak peak because I missed you :)

AAAAAAA- ZAGREUS YOURE TOO HARD IN YOURSELF- THE POOR BABYYYY :((

HELLO CAKE >:D JSBDKDBD I MISSED YOU TOO!! I hope you’ve been well- can’t wait to see what you got planned for this chapter! YIPPPEEE

[averagedaydreamer]

Saw Twisters yesterday and I fear it has only strengthened my crush on Glen Powell

[strayheartless]

Me: Genesis Rhapsodos is not real. He cannot actually bully you into including him in everything.

Genesis Rhapsodos: would you like to lay money on that one my flower?

[laugtherhyena]

Doodle him up

[luci-hemwin-evanson]

One of the most iconic Soy Luna scenes if not the very best is the scene where Luna's all nervous about to declare her feelings to Simón only for him to basically cut her off and tell her he's in love w Ámbar