𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 *

𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 [ . . . ] 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝 .

[rlyprettyarchived]

foreshadowing in the mess you leave behind.

[masonsgooding]

The Cast of Elite Plays Never Have I Ever | Netflix

[iagos]

Aron Piper as Iago Nogeuira, The Mess You Leave Behind.  psd ©

[iagos]

director: do u want this part? aron: can i wear my single hoop, that one ring, and my chain? director: yes aron: deal

[shanehollanderilyarozanov]

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 💙

[filmgifs]

Black Swan (2010) dir.  Darren Aronofsky

[shanehollanderilyarozanov]

Iago takes away my misery.

[shanehollanderilyarozanov]

[shanehollanderilyarozanov]

[polniaczek]

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”

[iagos]

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.

[iagos]

in case it hasn't been said yet today, fuck viruca martínez

[shanehollanderilyarozanov]

[iagos]

IAGO  NOGUEIRA   edits   ,    1  /  ∞

[iagos]

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 .

[iagos]

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 .  “  

[maggieoconnell]

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.