#valentino darling

[carpe-astra]

The Eternal Companion

The recent explosion of his office coupled with the return of Dixie had brought a lot of things screaming back he'd thought well and put away.

War, in all its various forms, was an eternal companion of his.

Dirt splashed over his back like a crest of sea-spray against a coastal cliff as the ground behind him exploded with a shell, and shook violently. Heat lapped his spine, searing in through the threads of his uniform. Sweat dripped down his back and cheeks. He took Oliver's hand in his own, squeezing tightly as he gripped his brother's shoulder.

"Hang on Ollie. We'll get you to the med tent and get you patched up. Maybe that pretty nurse you've been mooning over will be there," Valentino spoke, managing a strained half grin that felt too wrong on his face. It was hard to keep his voice steady, feeling his throat constrict and burn. Stopping his words as he swallowed back sullen sorrow as Oliver's blood boiled from his mouth and down his chin.

Frankie's hand forced him to share a look with his best friend, cruel as it was. Valentino's head dropped, a bead of sweat dripping from his nose to soak into the ashy soil beneath his knees though he hardly saw it through the swimming shimmer. Then his throat bobbed forcefully and he slid a few inches closer to Oliver while jamming the heel of his palm against his helmet, like he wanted to rip at his hair.

After Frankie took Oliver's helmet off, Val was careful to avoid the large piece of shrapnel buried in Ollie's chest. Tightly gripping his big brother's hand, he spoke. "It's alright Oliver. I'm here..." His tone was deep and gruff with the emotion he couldn't let show.

It was the same nightmare he'd had for years. One that lingered even now, returned to him like a ghost he couldn't quite shake even with the soft glow of the lamps lighting the room.

Valentino lay on his back, his arm wrapped around Lulu, her head resting on his chest. The room smelled faintly of whiskey and ash, the kind of scent that had long since become part of his skin, a reminder of all the things he couldn’t wash away.

Lulu was silent for a while, tracing lazy circles on his chest, her breathing calm but heavy with unspoken thoughts. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. “Is Dixie doing any better?"

Valentino tensed, his jaw clenching as the weight of her words pressed down on him. “Some.”

Charlie, the godsblood child they were supposed to protect. The strange, otherworldly child. The one they’d lost. Taken. And Dixie, kidnapped with them. When she’d been returned, something in her had shattered. The loss was too much for her. It was more than just Charlie’s absence - it was the ghosts of the past stirring up old pain.

“She’s hurting, Val,” Lulu said softly, resting her hand over his heart.

“I thought we could have saved her back then,” Valentino muttered, his voice thick with old regret. “But we didn’t. I didn’t. I didn't even save her this time.”

Lulu tilted her head, her brow furrowing in concern. “Val… what are you talking about?”

“He couldn’t handle it,” Valentino whispered. “Frankie couldn’t handle the war, the memories. He didn’t even recognize her.”

Lulu’s expression softened, her hand sliding to his cheek. “Frankie… you don’t talk about him much.”

Valentino opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. The name was like a knife in his chest. “He was my best friend. We served together. The trenches, the mud, the blood… we saw everything. Did things I try not to remember. When we got back, neither of us was the same. But Frankie… he lost control.”

The night air was thick, humid, and heavy with the scent of wet earth. Frankie stumbled alongside Valentino, laughing louder than he had in years, the bottle in his hand sloshing whiskey over the rim. They’d been drinking for hours, retracing old haunts, smoke-filled pubs, dim alleys where they’d made their names with the Kingbreakers. It was almost like before, before the war.

Almost.

Frankie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shot Valentino a sideways grin, his eyes wild and bright beneath the moonlight. “You remember that time, Val? The one with Mickey and the safebox? Jesus, I swear that man never knew how to keep his head on straight.”

Valentino forced a smile, his heart a lead weight in his chest. "Yeah. He got us into that mess with the coppers, and we still came out clean. Dumb luck."

“Luck, yeah,” Frankie laughed, then tipped the bottle back for another swig. “Man, I miss those days. No worries. No fucking nightmares.” His voice trailed off, the laughter fading into something darker, something hollow.

Valentino kept his eyes forward, on the graveyard up ahead. He’d been dragging this moment out all night, savoring the last flickers of who Frankie used to be. The Frankie he remembered before the war shattered everything.

As the night wore on, the laughter had faded. Frankie knew. They both knew.

“You think we can go back?” Frankie had asked, his voice quieter, eyes glassy as he stared into the empty street ahead of them. “Back to before? Before the trenches. Before… all of it.”

Valentino had looked at him, at the shadow of the man he once was. “There’s no going back, Frankie. We’re not the same men anymore.”

Frankie’s jaw tightened. His eyes flickered with something... regret, maybe. Or anger. Valentino couldn’t tell anymore. “I miss it, Val. I miss feeling… normal. Like I had control. But it’s gone, isn’t it? I’ve lost everything, haven’t I?”

Valentino swallowed hard, the image of Dixie’s broken body flashing behind his eyes, the way she had looked at him when he found her. Her face bruised, her hands trembling, and the baby… gone. “You didn’t lose everything, Frankie,” he said quietly. "You threw it away."

Frankie stopped, blinking, the words sinking in like stones. He looked at Valentino, and for a moment, the rage flared. Just like it had the day he beat Dixie. The day he didn’t even know her face, didn’t even know what he was doing.

"I didn't... I didn’t mean it, Val," Frankie whispered, his voice shaking. “I love her. You know that. You know I didn’t mean to hurt her, don’t you?”

Valentino’s chest had tightened, anger and sorrow warring inside him. “I know, Frankie. But it doesn’t matter. The baby… she lost the baby.”

Frankie’s face had crumpled, his body sagging under the weight of the guilt. “I love her, Val. I really do. I’d never… I wouldn’t hurt her like that on purpose.”

But the damage was done. There was no forgiveness for what he had done, not in Valentino’s eyes. Not in Dixie’s. They had made the decision together. Frankie couldn’t be allowed to spiral further.

Frankie took a step back, staring down at the bottle in his hand like it held all the answers. “So, what now, Val? What happens to me?”

Valentino’s heart pounded in his chest, the weight of what he was about to do pressing down like a vice. “We say goodbye,” he said, his voice almost steady.

So, they had walked to the graveyard. Frankie had known. There were no words for it, just the silent understanding between them.

“Do it, Val,” Frankie had said, almost relieved. “I deserve it.”

Valentino had raised the gun, the weight of it heavier than it should’ve been. “I’m sorry, Frankie.”

Frankie closed his eyes, tilting his head back toward the sky. “I get it. I’ve been a danger to everyone. To Dixie… to you. To myself.” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "Should’ve died in the trenches. Should’ve gone with the others."

“You were supposed to make it out,” Valentino said, his voice rough. “We both were.”

Frankie looked at him then, his eyes softer, like he was seeing Valentino - the real him - for the first time in years. “You did right by me, Val. By the gang. Even when everything went to hell, you always stood tall.”

Valentino gritted his teeth, the gun feeling heavier in his hand with every passing second. "You weren’t weak, Frankie. The war took too much from us. Too damn much."

Frankie smiled, sad and broken. “Yeah. Maybe. But this is right. You’re doing me a favor.”

Valentino raised the gun, the barrel steady, aimed right at Frankie’s head. His best friend. A brother.

Frankie nodded, his face calm, like he was finally at peace. “Do it, Val. Make it quick.”

Valentino squeezed the trigger. The shot echoed through the graveyard, shattering the stillness. Frankie’s body crumpled to the ground in silence, his lifeless eyes staring up at the stars above.

Valentino stood there for a long time, the gun still in his hand, his heart pounding in his chest. He kneeled beside the body and closed Frankie’s eyes.

Frankie had gone into an unmarked grave.

Lulu stroked his cheek, bringing him back to the present. “You did what you had to, Val. You always do. You’ll find Charlie. And Dixie… she’ll heal.”

“I’ve failed her before, Elizabeth,” he whispered, calling her by that old name. “I don’t want to fail her again.”

"You won’t," Lulu whispered, her voice filled with a certainty that he didn’t feel.

Valentino didn’t answer. He just held her close, staring up at the ceiling as the ghosts of his past refused to let him go.

[bigheartlittlelies]

I have a type, I just don’t know what that type is

IK VALENTINO IS A HORRIBLE PERSON BUT IN MY AU THEY’RE ALL ACTORS AND HE ISNT ACTUALLY SCUM

[ray935sworld]

Franco Morbidelli is currently debating if having another one of the academy boys being teammates with a Marquez or him joining vr46 is more likely to give Vale a heart attack

[megarax-ponyo]

He only uses it for his own purposes

[peachi-blossom]

My list of Tumblr sexymen and sexyperson character(s) that I am not attracted to

So Tumblr has these sexymen, sexywomen, and sexyperson huh? Well I'ma gonna make a list of Tumblr sexymen and sexyperson (just one) that I am not attracted to. I'm just not into the Tumblr sexyman culture okay?

Here is a list of Tumblr sexyman characters that I am not attracted to regardless of what class they're in, their appearances, personalities, motivations, and backstories they have.

Let's start with Hazbin Hotel because they're all a bunch of Once-lers except for Adam and Zestial.

I am not going to add Sir Pentious onto my list because I only see him as DollCreep...

Now for the ones that I am NOT attracted to that a few or some people are attracted to...

Now for the ones that I can understand why some people are attracted to them, but I just find them cool.

Tomorrow, I'm going to create a list of Tumblr sexymen and sexyperson character(s) that I consider them memelords.

[snarkylinda]

I dunno how badly I have to yell that Spencer making up with Cat at Date Night wasn't consent, it was coercion. No matter how you want to interpret their dynamic, or that Spencer might had started to develop some weird feelings towards her at the end- he wouldn't be in this situation if she didn't had literal hostages. Spencer didn't want to be there, you can tell by his "I am dissociating here" stare. Anything and everything that woman did with his was harassment at least, full on assault at worst.

Also yes, what Diana, Maeve's killer did was also assault, tho I think that one was more obvious since she was literally pointing a gun at him while gropping him.

Anyways he should had killed Cat.

[ashmp3]

fashion moodboard for @kimsuyeon

[e-m-p-error]

You've written about Val being disabled, but how much does Vox know about it and is he protective of Val because of it?

In Reference To This

[ Vox ]

Vox knows that Valentino was hurt the day his antenna got stripped. He knows that he was aching and hurting for months after. It took a while before it was able to move freely again, and he remembers when Val recognized that it was going to scar. All of this was the physical pain that he was very aware of. He is also very aware that touching the stripped antenna really, really hurts, it's a very sensitive scar.

As far as the extent of Valentino's hearing loss, however, Vox isn't totally sure. He knows that Valentino complains of people talking on his left side because he can't hear them as well. He is completely deaf on that side, and Vox kind of understands that much, but he doesn't know how his hearing works now.

He is not aware of Valentino's tasting issues, though he is very acutely aware of how he smells. He likes to get his antenna right up in Vox's cologne and rubs his face in it whenever he smells it. It's the main/only reason Vox knows about this from Val and not just in theory.

Vox is most aware of Valentino's poor eyesight, and he monitors how it gets worse over time. He's working on solutions for it because he can't stand the thought of seeing Val go entirely blind. It is important to him to do what he can to help Val in the meantime.

Actually, yes. Vox is incredibly protective of Val, especially in a fight. He always makes sure that he's got Valentino's left side since he can't hear on that side and his sight is very poor. Val is a good shot despite his eyesight, but Vox knows there are still weak spots that can be exploited.

That said, he's still trying to figure out how to give Val his hearing back, but he's been playing with a few ideas that he hopes will help.

[carpe-astra]

Valentino Darling & Lulu "And after all this time, it's still you."

[traggalicious]

Teeheeheehee workin on a hazbin OC inspired by the Great Gatsby (the movies and part scenes specifically), the burlesque scene, magpies, and fashion shows (specifically the catwalks).

She’s unnamed atm and this design is first draft, but basically she was a pinup model, burlesque dancer, and sugar baby when she was alive, and was kind of a kleptomaniac, driven by dreams of luxury and wealth. She was a party girl, she loved the attention, the way everything felt so bright and so Much. Kinda went wild at the end there, died in an unfortunate situation involving bad decisions and horrible vetting. Also she was pretty genderqueer and that was an Interesting Thing.

She’d always lived her life knowing she’d burn out quick, but at least it would be personalized fireworks.

Anyway she ends up in hell, rip. She’s devastated and terrified bc all the stuff she had, the things she’d been through just. Meant nothing now? And she was worse off than she’d been even before she began her career. She hangs out in clubs n shit bc it’s familiar (and safer than the literally on fire streets) in a sense, easier to get into the party scene and pretend she was alive instead of accept her death. She gets into modelling with Velvette and then Valentino gets his grubby ass moth hands on her after she hangs around too much w/ Angel and starts doing burlesque again on the side b/n modelling gigs. Working with Valentino starts out like a paradise—once again she’s the life of the party, flirting and dancing and wearing beautiful outfits, bathing in the spotlight. She opens shows for Angel, does waitress work, the occasional private show; it’s not too bad, especially with the lowered inhibitions caused by prolonged proximity to his smoke, and lowered standards considering it’s fucken hell. She enters a contract with Valentino once people start getting too close—she’d never been the sort to really interact with anyone beyond teasing gestures and flirting, and she trusted him as an associate of Velvette’s and she only knew the side of Angel presented on stage. Her relationship with Val is not at all romantic, though she’s closest to him out of necessity. She’s kind of friends w/ Angel? It’s a bit tense.

In hell, she’s always flickering. She’d gone out with a bang, and down here she was constantly smouldering, her performances and appearance feeling more like a costume with each passing day she remains. She knows heaven won’t take her (she’d been told *that* enough times), but perhaps the hotel would at least be safer?

[oli-draw]

The Great adventures of Wally and his friends

The first part:

Act Two:

Wally and his friends had come a long way and were a little tired on the road, so they had to stop at a gas station to refuel the car and they had a little rest. But there was also a spy at the gas station who was hunting for someone-this is Oli.

Oli was looking through binoculars at a new copy for Valentino.

Visitors at the gas station were not suitable for Olya and she let them through until she attacked an antrophomort blue dog with colored spots - This is Barnaby.And Pom looked at Poppy, Heidi, and Sally. She is very happy about this and when she noticed that they began to gather, she began to chase them.When the guys arrived at their destination, namely the bay. They settled down for the night to rest for tomorrow. Oli took pictures of Wally and his friends from under her mother-in-law and sent these photos to Valentino via her phone.

Oli was already thinking about a plan for hunting and kidnapping.

First:Flush .

Oli dug a small hole and paved it with leaves and grass, hid in the bushes. When Eddie went to get firewood, he calmly passed her trap. The girl did not understand how he did it, because in fact the leaves and branches should crack from the heavy weight and in a place with Eddie he would crawl down into the pit.When she came to the trap and jumped on it, she fell into the pit with a crunch of branches.

- Here are the apple pancakes! Oli said angrily and came up with a new trap.

Second:Bowl

She called up a rope with a cup-shaped trap, and she wrapped the end around another tree and sealed it with a peg.

Her plan is as follows:The victim will touch the rope, the peg will come off and the Lapushka will fall on it.And voila!

That's how it turned out, someone got trapped. Oli, with joy on her face and a sense of victory, she ran up to the trap and opened it, she saw not what she wanted. A raccoon got trapped. She began to hiss at her and die a little closer. Oli began to move back and tripped over the root of a tree, she rolled head over heels back with screams, after which she fell off a cliff into the river.

A strong current began to carry the girl away.

"Save me! Somebody! I can't swim!"She screamed, floundering, swallowing and spitting. She did not notice how water was gradually getting into her mouth and she could barely breathe, after which she lost consciousness and strength, went down to the bottom.

She was completely unconscious, she did not see, hear or feel anything, only the pounding of her heart in her chest passed through her ears like the ticking of a clock counting the minutes of her life.

After a while, she woke up inside the van. She was lying on an unfolded bed. She is wearing a man's long T-shirt with four arms.

" Ugh... My head," she said, stroking her head, "Where am I?"

After looking around, she got out of bed and began to wander.Her clothes were drying, and her bag with her phone was on the table. When Oli turned on the phone, it started working completely. She let out a sigh of relief.

"Phew... Thank God," she replied and began to turn her head, looking around the place.- "Where am I? .."

Suddenly Wally enters the van, he decided to check on the well-being of the guest and when he saw that she was awake and in order, he smiled at her and said:

" Oh! Hi, honey, how are you feeling?"

Oli took two steps away and, taking a frying pan that came under her arm, she aimed it at him. As a weapon.

"Who are you?! What happened to me?" she asked in fright. "Where am I?"

"Hush, hush," he soothed her and immediately switched to her questions "I'm Wally and my friends and I were just relaxing on the beach. As soon as we saw you drowning, Barnaby and Eddie rushed to save you. They pulled you out of the water and we tried to bring you to your senses."

" Yes?"she asked and looked at her body, asked another question "How long was I unconscious?"

"3 hourBarnaby answered by opening the front door to the van. Looking at them, a smile appeared on his face "Wally, I see that she is fine.Okay. Let's go before we eat the fried sausages without you."

"Come on!" he replied and switched to Oli "Well... Will you come with us?We're frying marshmallows and sausages here."

Thinking about the answer, Oli agreed and soon she went after Wally.The others were waiting for them outside, Howdy was trying to play a tune on the banjo and choose a suitable one for the campfire. Frank, Julia, Eddie and Barnaby were gathering firewood, and Sally and Poppy were preparing the table.

"Hey, I see she's already awake," Howdy exclaimed when he saw Wally, followed by Oli. Oli was very worried and embarrassed to make contact"How do you feel, sugar?"

"Me?"Oli asked him, she doubted the answer, but soon she gave it away "Yes! I'm fine."

"That's nice," he answered her affectionately and continued to tune the banjo again.

Wally took her to a log and let her sit on it, and he sat down next to her.

"Well," he said to greet Oli and his friends." Oli, these are my friends:Barnaby, Howdy, Poppy, Julie, Sally, Eddie and Frank."

Everyone waved at her.

"Guys, this is Oli"Wally was introduced by her friends.

"Hi, I'm Oli" she said nervously and timidly"But to be more precise, my name is Olivia Flower"

"And what is Oli?"Julia asked.

"It's a pseudonym," Oli replied.

"You have a nice name," Eddie said with a chuckle, which embarrassed Oli. Soon the guys heard a strange sound like a mobile phone ringing.

"what is it?"Frank asked.

I have it!Oli replied and immediately rushed into the van. After closing herself in it, she picked up the phone and Valentino's angry voice was heard from there.

"Oli!"he shouted angrily into the phone "Where are you, you premature Clown?!"

"I am now with your goal, which I sent you."Oli replied nervously and tremulously.

"great!"He answered joyfully"And now, you need to change the route and after that you should come with them to the circus show in Cruelocity. Is it clear?"

"But.. But Sire I am."She tried to answer something, but Valentino immediately hung up the phone.

Olya was filled with fear in her veins and she was shaking, but there was nothing to do. She found a map and took a pencil with an eraser at the end, began to erase the lines and with sighs began to change the route.

After finishing her work, she sighed longingly, putting away the map.pencil and phone, got out of the van and went to the others.

"Oli, you're back!"Julia replied happily.

" yeah..."She replied through a smile, hiding her problem.

The guys had a great time together, including Oli, they sang songs to the guitar, ate fried sausages and marshmallows, told each other stories and watched the burning fireflies in the dark.It was a magical feeling that Oli had never felt anywhere, living under the wing and rod of her boss Valentino.

And when it was getting close to bedtime, the guys split up. The boys will spend the night in tents, and the girls will sleep in the van.

So they did. The guys took the tents out of the van and went to disassemble them and build them, while the girls stayed in the van overnight.

Frank was just unhappy and grumbled all the time, mumbled and muttered something under his breath, it was from the appearance of Oli.

"I don't like her," he snorted under his breath, hammering the speakers into the ground.

"What are you talking about?"Wally asked him.

"This Oli, she's kind of weird," he replied sullenly and suspiciously at her.

"Come on, have a nice day," Barnaby said amiably.

" Of course," Eddie intervened, " How can you not be nervous after she almost drowned."

"Whatever you think, but I don't like her," Frank replied angrily and sullenly.

Meanwhile, the girls were getting ready for bed. Poppy, Sally and Gilly discussed plans for tomorrow's trip, and Oli sat on the unfolded bed and thought about Valentino and how no one would suspect the boss's plan.

" Oli"Julia let her, seeing Oli's worried and even more nervous face, she asked"are you okay?"

"A... Me?" she asked Gilia and clearing her throat, she gave the answer- Yes, I'm just tired.

" Okay, good night,"Julia wished her and lay down with the others.

"Good night," Oli replied and with a sigh, wrapped herself in a blanket and began to sink into sleep.

A few minutes later, she found herself in a dark room, surrounded by darkness and only whispers complemented this environment. Bright scarlet smoke swirled and curled around the girl's half-naked body and it looked like smog from tobacco. Oli, hiding her body with her hands, trembled like a little puppy. The whisper grew stronger and the fear in the heart of a sixteen-year-old teenager overtook him to the very tip of his life, and then a voice was heard, Valentino's evil and rather demonic voice:

"Oli! You're a rotten rat!"

Turning around, Oli saw her boss's strength from a clot of alago and tobacco smoke. His eyes burned with bright bloody lights, wanting to torment the young lady.

"Why can't I ask you to do something normal?!" he shouted at her, coming closer to her.

Oli was about to run, but shackles and a chain abruptly appeared on her arms and neck. Valentino pulled them closer to him.

"You are a sweet-talking idiot!"he replied and pulled the chain with Olina's neck towards him." What did I ask you to do? Bring them here, but you disobeyed me, you bastard!"

Oli saw him shake his fist and point it sharply at her.

The girl woke up screaming, sweat and tears flowing down her body in the slightest trickle. The rest of the girls woke up from the scream.

"Oli! What in the name of the holy stars is going on?!" Sally asked sharply and angrily, but after looking at her, concern appeared on her face "Oh, dear, did you have a nightmare?"

Oli nodded and the others came up to her.

"Honey," Poppy said and sat down next to her, "I know how to deal with nightmares.

"How?"Oli asked through tears.

" Do your hair?"Julia asked.

"To remember poetry?"Sally asked.

"Can't sleep?" asked Oli.

"..No, no, no, silly," Poppy replied with a giggle, "My grandmother always sang this lullaby when I had nightmares.

Pressing Oli tightly and wrapping her in her wings, she began to sing her grandmother's lullaby:

(The song rises the moon-

Liana Flores)

days seem sometimes as if they'll never end

sun digs its heels to taunt you

but after sunlit days, one thing stays the same

rises the moon

days fade into a watercolour blur

memories swim and haunt you

but look into the lake, shimmering like smoke

rises the moon

oh close your weary eyes

I promise you that soon the autumn comes

to darken fading summer skies

breathe breathe breathe

days pull you down just like a sinking ship

floating is getting harder

but tread the water child, and know that meanwhile

rises the moon

days pull you up just like a daffodil

uprooted from its garden

they'll tell you what you owe, but know even so

rises the moon

you'll be visited by sleep

I promise you that soon the autumn comes

to steal away each dream you keep

breathe breathe breathe

[muxas-world]

PECCO

Idk im facinitme by him there are so many ways in his persona casue from the surface he really seems like the jurnos discrib him boring and cold im (which is so funny cause when jorge l. say to him you are a caculetor he sim kinda piss at him for callin him that; and when other jurnos say to him in his own face you dont think you dont have th many attetion cause you are seriues etc if you ever want to see a person go trught angry and sadnes in second wacht them cause if pisse hin off he does no like that poeple think that) but he cando nothing abaut it cause thar the peraona and narrative he chose for himself to no bet vale or marc

But his not boring or this calm cold person like his little screams when he fails? His biche as coments abaut marc or jorge last year ? Yup thats the girl i love who he will go and gaslisht the fans and media saying evryting is under control when clearly he's not doing fine, love when hi is over dramatic abut the bike not working , him wanting to quit after a bad season so relatble also funny cause hi trys hard to never being an agresive rider he claims he wants to be a diferent kind of champion an then does battles whit marc or whit jorge last year th are agresive, where hi is punching them to make mistakes and the starts he does which is other thing I love abaut him

He is really that bicht 🤭 honestly he can say warever he want abaut another rider (he can be worng but I thing he is ern that right to have an opinion like the rest of the chamipns) hi has 3 or 4 more wins and will alredy be at the top 10 riders wit the most wins, hi is aoutise of the fanstic4+marc whit the most wins, two time consecutive word chamipn and his stat kepp going and is not only the bike but that's his narrative that he has to carry and he hates that cause poeple dont go and look that in moto3 he won whit a fukin maindra one of the wors bikes, in moto2 h3 did a perfect championship and now in motogp ? A complet package of a rider but hi makes all of thar seem so easy so poeple undertimet who good he is and he hates it's vale has to go and defend him, he has to enfrent jurnos sugesting is the bike etc and he has to endure all of that whit tha good guy persona he creat it

[megarax-ponyo]

Many times you can deceive with kisses... .....and he never plays fair

[ixchelservinn]

THIS WOMAN

[rhaaclaws]

Doodles from call today!! mostly my love Nikki, but also Valentino <3

[onamentalone]

Ahs boys as Ldr songs ✧

Tate Langdon:

Pretty when you cry

“All the pretty stars shine for you, my love

Am I the girl that you dream of?”

“Don't say you need me when. You leave and you leave again.

I'm stronger than all my men. Except for you.”

Kit Walker: Ride

“I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast. I am alone at midnight.

Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble,

but I, I've got a war in my mind”

Kyle Spencer: Blue Jeans

“But you fit me better. Than my favorite sweater and I know.

That love is mean (uh oh),

And love hurts (uh oh)”

“I will love you 'til the end of time

I would wait a million years

Promise you'll remember that you're mine

Baby, can you see through the tears?”

Jimmy Darling:

Gods and Monsters

“In the land of Gods and Monsters.

I was an angel living in the garden of evil”

Dandy Mott: Million Dollar Man

“And I don't know how you get over, get over.

Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you”

“You're screwed up and brilliant.

Look like a million dollar man”

James Patrick March:

Off to the Races

“My old man is a tough man, but.

He got a soul as sweet as blood-red jam.

And he shows me, he knows me

Every inch of my tar-black soul.”

Tristan Duffy: Florida Kilos

“White lines, pretty baby, tattoos.

Don't know what they mean, they're special, just for you”

“White lines, pretty daddy, go skiing.

You snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in.”

Rudolph Valentino: Salvatore

“I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me?

Summer's hot but I've been cold without you.”

“Dying by the hand, of a foreign man. Happily”

Kai Anderson: Ultraviolence

“can hear sirens, sirens.

He hit me and it felt like a kiss.”

“'Cause I'm your jazz singer.

And you're my cult leader.

I love you forever, I love you forever.”

Michael Langdon: Religion

“'Cause you're my religion.

You're how I'm living.”

“When I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray.

Hallelujah I need your love”