#but lets go

[bringerofrains]

First look at Spartacus: House of Ashur [x]

[lauda4theback]

Poll Time! How long do we reckon Liam Lawson will be in that Red Bull seat?

0 - some scandal will happen in winter break/testing

Mid-season swap

End of 2025 - dropped for performance

End of 2025 - dropped for a Ford related pick

2026

Mid 2026 - doesn't take to the new car style

2027

2028

Beyond?????

Voting ended onDec 26, 2024

[rhaigal]

@eladead continued from 🐉

Rhaegal smirked at Lestat's laugh before he glanced down at the corpse. ''Hmm, at least this was quick,'' he said thoughtfully.

''Medieval,'' Rhaegal repeated before reaching into his chest pocket for a handkerchief. ''Is that so?'' His eyes flick to the corpse once again then back to Lestat, this time his gaze is softer.

''If you believe so... then maybe -'' his head inclined, followed by nonchalant shrug, ''- show me what the new world has taught you?''

[0multifandomweirdo0]

Guys, I'm not sure if I'm ready. I'm kinda terrified, actually, to be honest

[ri4naaa]

X-X-X TRIPLE I PRETTY BITCHES NEVA DIE 🗣️‼️💯🔥🤑🙏

[julieandthemothman1]

sketches i did instead of work

[exousiate-archive]

searching around the beach had been an exercise in patience, he had tried to maintain a calm head but the longer his eyes turned around and did not find her, the more he had begun to hear the whisper to turn back and wait for her — it would be the rational choice. however, if he did that, it would make him no different from the past.

over the years, he had learned what it was like to expect nothing, whether it brought satisfaction or simple disgust. this was the way of the world, and he had nothing if eons but to watch over everything. closing his eyes could never stop the horrors from behind the curtain, but Marie. Marie had always worn her heart on her sleeve, and learning to read her cues had made him understand more than anything this: she did not want to be alone.

how could he live with himself if he did not look for her?

relief is a privilege he rarely allows himself, but as the seasons have changed, he finds the air inside his lungs being punched out of him. it is not that kind, it could never be kind; instead it is visceral and raw and familiar, and he does not fight it. he feels his mouth open, and ridiculous as it for someone that has no need for it, he takes a deep breath. he had been worried when he had arrived at their home, concern turning into fear when her absence told him nothing.

“Marie.” her name is the only sound that leaves him, eyes wide in palpable relief, as his tongue stays tied in knots. he does not want to ask how long it has been since she saw him; she has always been strong, and people could confuse that with coldness. that could not be any further from the truth, she was more than anything that what she showed to the world. “... Were you waiting here?”

@animasend