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@iagos
foreshadowing in the mess you leave behind.
The Cast of Elite Plays Never Have I Ever | Netflix
Aron Piper as Iago Nogeuira, The Mess You Leave Behind. psd ©
director: do u want this part? aron: can i wear my single hoop, that one ring, and my chain? director: yes aron: deal
diegobetancor: The filming of the fourth season of @elitenetflix It could perfectly be entitled “Living without sleep.” And how wonderful to not sleep when surrounded by people you love, with whom hardly any words are needed to understand you, and with whom, above all, you have fun 💙
Black Swan (2010) dir. Darren Aronofsky
Iago takes away my misery.
Look at this. What do you see? A monster. I see power. Beauty. Ugliness. Gods and mothers. Virgins. I see the monsters too. And I love them, fiercely.
Little Fires Everywhere | 1.06 “The Uncanny”
building off this headcanon, viruca was also kind of a conquest to iago. in the beginning of the series, it’s pointed out that he is the type of guy who is used to getting what he wants. then viruca comes in and proves that to be invalid, and/or difficult. not only does she say no, multiple times, but his father says no. everyone around him says no. and yeah, she was right when she said that is used to getting his way so now he sees this as a challenge. and then there is also the fact that she was with his father, and that built a whole new need to conquer (that’s a terrible word in regards to a person but synonyms are escaping me). he had something to prove there, getting with viruca just to piss off his father.
basically, none of the feelings for viruca were sincere, or honest, or pretty. they were twisted and dark, but then most emotions and sentiments are pretty messy and jumbled for iago.
in case it hasn't been said yet today, fuck viruca martínez
IAGO NOGUEIRA edits , 1 / ∞
chmpgneflwrs.
“…hey.” the soft, slightly ragged breath that falls from roi’s lips at the sight of iago is unexpected, though it’s not the first time the other boy has taken his breath away. an awkward tension fills the room, one that’s never been there before, but is suddenly incredibly powerful. should he address the stampede of elephants of the room? iago had never really been one to open up before, even when questioned, and it’s not like any of the things his best friend was currently feeling would be easy to discuss. maybe what he needed right now was just some normalcy, some companionship. which… was maybe the one thing roi could actually provide for him. “is it just me, or is the pudding here disgusting?”
there is a breath of relief that comes with seeing roi , then it seems to choke on the bruises littering his skin and knowing he is the author of them . somewhere , somehow he tries reaching to hold onto the solace his best friend brings rather than the rough reality lingering between them . a smile , feeling foreign on his face , ghosts across his lips at the question . “ almost everything is disgusting here , roi . “ there was not much beauty that iago could find within the sterile , white walls of the hospital ; he lost a lot here . “ and this is the only place you’ll ever see me in a dress, so take it in now. “ hands gesture to the stale, and stiff gown that is loose on his lanky form . his smile slips into something more comfortable , a smirk lacing over .
chmpgneflwrs·.
the past few days had been a whirlwind, to say the least. secrets coming to light, an attempt at being silenced that had landed him in the hospital with some pretty awful injuries, and the truth all coming out regardless. he knew he should hate iago for how things had gone down, and yet… rage was no where to be found inside him. iago had been in a position that roi couldn’t even imagine having to be in, and he’d been enduring it for years. sure, he was in the hospital and in a lot of pain - though the medicine helped that out a good deal, but he wasn’t the only one who was hurting. his best friend needed him now, maybe more than ever, and he needed to push his anger at the situation aside, at least temporarily, to be the support system that he knew the other boy so desperately needed. maybe if he’d been better at that for the past few years of their friendship, if he’d paid more attention to the signs… well… maybe this all could have ended much sooner. with a slightly shaky hand - more from nerves than anything else, roi retrieved his phone from the small table beside his hospital bed, shooting off a quick text to iago before he could change his mind. room 209. come see me. please. @iagos·
someone had ripped his life to shreds while glueing it all back together , but everything is jagged now . his secrets , the wall he had built , he once wore it like a second skin ; protectively and not so easily shed . now , it all hangs in the tension around him , like air dirty laundry . that skin , the shield is gone . it’s been ripped from his white knuckle grip , which held onto it for dear life for so long . he feels exposed , and naked , and there’s been salt poured into every wound with every passing second that his hospital room remains empty . no one is there . she is dead , the monster is in jail . everyone else hates him ( with reason , he’ll admit ) . he is alone ; his safety granted and it’s everything he wanted but it came at a cost . until there is a ping that rings through the thick silence . roi . roi . there is little to no contemplation nor hesitation as he crawls out of bed . treading carefully on the cold tile until he reaches 209, there is no knocking . he never has . “ hey . “
Why’d you never say any of this to me before? The whole time we were together, why did you never tell me any of this? I don’t know.