#we are back

[fyeahbangtaned]

Welcome home, Namjoon and Taehyung 💜 4/7

[birf]

ventrue moodboard

[talesfromthecrypts]

Well... some of you may have figured out we're not home yet, we're only half way there.

Alien (1979) dir. Ridley Scott

[andy-wm]

"They stayed"

Yes, we stayed.

Thank you @slaaverin for posting a link to the Jikook military discharge Wlive with English subs

So many little things caught my eye but this moment right here stopped me in my tracks:

Yes, we stayed.

Here it is in context:

I guess i can only speak for myself but I'm certain there are millions of ARMYs who feel the way I do.

BTS is where I belong. I'm not going anywhere. I can't imagine my life without them. I haven't even tried to imagine my life without them.

I don't want to.

And within BTS, Jimin and Jungkook bring me a joy that i don't think I could find anywhere else.

For many reasons - some of them altruistic and some completely selfish - cheering on these two young men who obviously mean so much to each other is something I cherish. I delight in the bond they share.

The way they are together is redemptive.

They give me just a little more faith in humanity.

It's not something I'd ever want them to know because it would add to the huge burden they already carry, but they have brought a glow of warmth to my life that i didnt know was missing. They heal an invisible hurt. I'm sure this is true for many of us.

I'm not under any illusion that their relationship is perfect. What does perfect even look like? The idea is so subjective.

We only see what they show us but what they have looks pretty damn good from the outside.

They hold space for one another, and support each other in hard times. They celebrate their achievements and take responsibility for their shortcomings, both individual and collective. They are unreserved with their affection and admiration.

I stayed for BTS - for their music and performance and artistry. I stayed for these seven amazing humans who I admire so much, and I stayed for my ARMY community.

But what a bonus Jikook are! They're a whole extra serving of dessert in an already delicious meal.

I have no expectations that they will always be together because life has a way of making fools of people who have expectations.

But i have a whole separate dessert stomach for jikook ...

and I'm going to feast on everything they serve up, with a double helping of honey-oh-honey and all the gooey sweetness I can bear.

[jeena-says-hi]

THEY MAKE ME UNWELL

[r3al-b1n4ry]

Get your tickets here

[actual-changeling]

i am having a time y'all, my brain is chewing on that one fucking sentence like a dog on a bone, so have some hurt/comfort with a nice dose of angst.

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They aren't talking.

It isn't impossible, even with Aziraphale back in heaven and Crowley in his lonely flat in Mayfair—nothing is impossible, not when they're together—and yet that is the problem, isn't it?

They aren't together. They aren't talking. They could.

Crowley thought about it, although there is little else he thinks about these days. Maybe if he had said more, chosen better words, kissed him earlier, run after him, pulled him back—

Maybe then he'd still be here. Maybe then he wouldn't be alone.

It is the emptiness weighing him down, the silence ringing in his ears, and how does he admit to himself that he misses his voice? His soft words, the stretch of his smile, the speeches about Hamlet and book restoration, about newly discovered cafés and ancient dishes long gone.

Aziraphale had lulled him to sleep more times than Crowley could count, a warm blanket wrapping around his curled-up body on the sofa, sprawling and moving, then calmed by his voice.

They aren't talking, and Crowley can't sleep.

He hears him in his dreams whenever he does, but it isn't his voice. It is twisted, warped, wrong, tainted by the acrid burn of bleach on his tongue, the meaning lost in the hollows where emotions should sit.

Days blur into each other, viscous and opaque, molasses trickling through an hourglass.

Sometimes he is scared he will forget how he sounds.

Sometimes he begs and pleads with his own mind to erase every memory of it, every 'I forgive you', every 'we're not friends', every endearment, every single time he said his name.

They aren't talking, and maybe that's for the better.

He said too much again, didn't he? Always talking too much, spilling the wrong secrets held tight to his chest, asking questions no one wants to answer.

So, after weeks of uninterrupted quiet, he simply stops. Crowley's mouth stays shut, his words chewed up and swallowed, and—on unpleasant occasions—thrown up. There are a myriad of things he wants to say, but there is no one left who might be willing to listen, not anymore.

Maybe there had never been someone to begin with.

They aren't talking. The world is about to end.

Aziraphale reaches for his hand, and he lets him, his fingertips cold, his pulse too quick.

"Crowley," he breathes, tender, reverent, a name said simply so it has been spoken, so it is real.

Crowley does not want to talk—not now, not yet, not when he can practically taste blood and ash on his tongue. With a gentle tug, he frees his hand from his grasp and pulls him into a hug instead.

They aren't talking, so he buries his face in the crook of his neck and breathes, holding and being held, and the haunting silence dissipates. Words are superfluous when there is the sound of his heartbeat, his trembling breaths, their clothes rustling as the embrace grows tighter and tighter.

They aren't talking, but they don't need to, not when Aziraphale cups his face and presses their foreheads together, not when Crowley slides his palm around the back of his neck and nudges their lips together just so.

They are talking—every gasp a word, every touch a phrase, every tear an apology and a promise at once.

They are talking, they aren't talking, they still love—violently, desperately—and the world does not end.

[thefaultinourforcebond]

Coming back after nearly years of tumblr hiatus to fucking defend rose tyler in year two thousand fucking twenty five

[acrosstobear]

LANDO NORRIS arrives at the track in Jeddah on Thursday ahead of the 2025 Saudi Arabian GP (by Clive Mason / Steven Tee / Clive Rose)

[fyeahbangtaned]

Welcome home, Jimin and Jungkook 💜 6/7

[dr-spectre]

Look!!!!! She’s greeting her friend :D

New official art goes so hard,,,, here’s the full piece!

Finally, a transparent image of the best part of the artwork. Something that supports my viewpoint nehehehehe.

Thank you for this.

[7nsomnia]

Dreamcatcher 'JUSTICE'

[talesfromthecrypts]

What's worse than a nightmare? If your soul's projecting out its fears, at least it's up and running. But the absence of anything? The void. The nothing.

Interview With the Vampire (2022- ) 2.01 "What Can the Damned Really Say to the Damned"

[rainyfroggy]

things are going better

[startedwellthatsentence]

They very deliberately put Tristan in the middle and made sure he, Max, and Avery were all touching. There is no other excuse for that camera angle or framing.