#fttt

[longinglook]

best of bl 2020 challenge, day 28: favorite kiss [1/1]

↳ fightertutor (why r u)

[multilingual99]

@torfight on twitter said FTTT: 1st lockdown and MarkKit: Second lockdown and I agree on a painful level.

[my-ships-will-never-be-sank]

FIGHTER AND TUTOR FUCKING KILLED ME AND THERE IS MORE TO COME NEXT WEEK- I'M NOT READY

ZaintSee: thank you for this masterpiece buy I'm gonna die in a hole right now

[sparrowsandtears]

Saifah: distinguished gay

Tutor: Confused gay

Zon and Fighter: Chaotic gay

[mdzs-bunny]

@graveformydarling May I please offer these photos for your Trophy Husband Fighter au:

They made me think of your AU so much!!

[ribellione-e-fragilita]

Watch me as my world burns down

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i made a FighterTutor edit. please help me spread angsty love

all the necessary info in the description below the video 

please do not reupload

[eunhyuklover]

(vía ความรู้สึกที่เปลี่ยน | Saintsup【OFFICIAL MV】| WHY R U The Series - YouTube)

[k-l-s-h]

They sang that night.

They sang and played with broken but strong voices and soft but steady fingers.

The living room and their forms only lit by the burnt street lamps and the headlights of the cars that passed by.

Lulling with every breath they drew and words they spoke, their sisters that were both smocking on the balcony.

One looking with her navy eyes over her shoulder at the other sitting at the doorway, holding an ashtray. Her back turned and the smoke she exhaled dancing in the air they shared.

Her long black locks were hanging lazily on her shoulders and back while she hummed the melody of the song that the men were singing. Eyes probably half-lidded like hers.

She and her both remembered. They remembered how the scene that they were all living, playing, wasn’t their first. They remembered how it had been part of their nights and routine, a few years ago. But the other two didn’t.

And the nostalgia they managed to gave life to on the other hand, was new.

Hitting them strongly with a gentle blow that rendered them speechless with feelings and emotions they thought they had forgotten. That they should have forget. Affecting the photographer and songwriter too without them knowing why. They could all sense it.

And it was a peculiar thing really, to see how after four years appart from each other, it only took a few weeks for their brothers to drag them in what was supposed to be part of their past again.

All of that while they sang their cold and broken Hallelujahs to each other and to the ones that didn’t love or care any longer.

Or maybe they did, now that their light and dark eyes were linked again, as the one sitting finally turned her head and sang.