gazing into the void

[Semi-hiatus] Hi, I'm Gigi. Welcome to the home of my current obsessions and my questionable taste in media. Gif and occasional graphics maker, because I can't write.

[pedroispunk]

i’m sorry i just had to gif the belly breathing

[wormwoodandhoney]

modern heroes >>>  milo & kido from atlantis the lost empire

[mxndoscyarika]

Current status: crying over Pedro Pascal

[pedroispunk]

Pedro Pascal explaining how he got seven stitches on his nose on the set of "The Mandalorian"

"He was made up because it was the scene after the explosion, and he's bleeding out of his ears, he's covered with blood. So he goes to the emergency room, they're like, "Let him in!" - Jon Favreau

"I was sitting next to him in the makeup trailer and they're adding blood, adding blood. And then they call me for rehearsal, I come out and I'm like, damn, they did a really good job. Like, this is so real. And he was holding his nose. It was so cool, and this is, I think, pride points, you went to the hospital and came back." - Gina Carano

[fancyeliza-deactivated20200804]

that painting of dante and virgil where they look like they’ve accidentally walked into a gay bath house

[fancyeliza-deactivated20200804]

“YOU SAID THIS WAS A GYM”

[skyeventide]

Everytime I look at the devil in the background I fucking laugh.

[ohhihandsome]

[just-call-me-ella]

so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.

And its not really like that, at least not to me.

You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.

Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.

 In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep. 

Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.

There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together. 

You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one. 

Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.

But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.

And I love that.

[yoongifilm-deactivated20210911]

Disney Gallery - Star Wars: The Mandalorian

Pedro Pascal in Episode Three - Cast

[dahliaborne]

tag yourself!!!

red wine - desperately trying to study french in your spare time, reading poetry by the candlelight, coffee shops, silk bed sheets, smeared lipstick, having a passion towards everything

white wine - reading two books at the same time, niche humour, dried flowers, french pastry, flower scented hand creams, feeling your mascara on your cheeks after crying

vodka - angry logic, forgetting to go to bed because you were too busy thinking, short hair, reading dostoyevsky, trees covered in snow, cold hands, bruises appearing out of nowhere, smeared mascara

whiskey - leather jacket, falling asleep on the couch, under eye circles, vintage crime films, messy hand writing, has no mental stability, eye contact, unfinished letters, modernist books on bedroom floors

beer - night outs with your friends, old jean jackets, eating fast food instead of a healthy dinner, road trips, falling asleep on the backseats of your car

brandy - chocolate cake, keeping a diary, the feeling of velvet on bare skin, lace lingerie, antique shops, hollywood classics, wavy hair, browsing through fashion shows instead of sleeping

cognac - blonde hair, watching french new wave films, black coffee, rose pink blushes, pearl necklaces, daydreaming about being in love in a foreign country, choppy bangs

rum - tousled hair, talking about greek mythology, sound of ocean waves, echoing laughter, messy ponytails, hawaiian shirts over black bikinis, dancing alone in your room

gin - empty perfume bottles, watching the sunset in your balcony, vintage lace shirts, petting street cats, jazz music playing from a distance, playing poker with your friends

scotch - quoting your favourite authors, midnight confessions, admiring good architecture, reading classics in rainy days, silver necklaces, stargazing from your window

[joelxmiller]

din, who lives bounty paycheck to paycheck: kuiil, i could use a crew member of your skill, and i can pay you handsomely

me, who knows thats a fucking lie: boi, your broke ass was complaining about your day job not even paying enough to cover fuel like an episode ago. who you tryna fool? look at you, your cape has holes in it and you probably haven’t changed your clothes for 3 whole years

[evermore-fashion]

Heaven Gaia Spring 2019 Haute Couture Collection

[pedro-pscal]

favorite pedro pascal pics (1/∞)

[shiiimmer]

a y a h u a s c a –– for over 5.000 years, indigenous tribes in south america have been brewing and using ayahuasca for rituals. according to mythology, the ayahuasca plant has its origin in the mystical beginning of time, and is sometimes interpreted as the result of the incestuous union between the Sun and his daughter, the first woman. no matter the origin myth, ayahuasca is seen as a vehicle which transports humans to primordial visions and knowledge. in fact, the active hallucinogen in ayahuasca is DMT, the most powerful hallucinogen known to humans, which is released in large amounts at both birth and death.

[pedro-pscal]

“Razor Crest, am I right? She’s a classic.”

[keethus-arts]

Vacation in the desert

no water doesn’t mean they can’t pretend being on the beach

[multishipperpirateking]

Does anyone else ever think about how traditional fiction is categorised by plot/setting (romance, crime, thriller, fantasy) but fanfiction is categorised by the emotions it’s meant to give you (hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut)?

[ladyjanelly]

Never thought of it this way, but that’s fascinatingly true.

[nobiliorpomis]

#smut: the fifth emotion

[jemmasimmons]

goodness is not goodness that seeks advantage. [x]