#im crying........

[holyscorch]

of course The blonde man thing (taiyou) has gotta be at the top

[kagoshou]

❛❛ C’mon, Diego... Just a little. ❜❜  He grinds his hips down, enough to make his need known.  ❛❛ We didn’t all month. ❜❜

"wh ... !" tousled hair tangles further in the pillow's embrace as he attempts to bargain with his partner's weight first thing in the morning. he's grown accustomed to it. used to it, even—if the sleepless nights caused by its gaping absence ( and resulting attempts to remedy it with heavy leather jackets ) were any indication at all. the fervor contributed by the man's lower regions is a variable that exceeds his expectations, though. a shiver seizes his spine and ends with a light tremor in his fingertips just as he manages to free the latter from soft sheets and dispatch them from there. "——this early?!" drowsy palms latch onto his partner's hips in a futile endeavor to stifle future motions in-the-making. time isn't the only issue here; what with the vague memories that begin stirring in his mind the longer he's exposed to this familiar, hungry body heat? a month is a stretch. hell. even a week might be. there's nothing 'little' about this proposal either. there never is.

"what on earth are you—" he pauses right on cue to the distant radio jingle that currently entertains an audience of none in the kitchen. a perky announcer is lamenting an array of bygone bad weather fronts and ushering in the new month with a more optimistic forecast. he blinks, mouth left half-agape as his mind races to reprocess the initial request while his hold on the other man steadily loosens ... ... ... ... ... perhaps solely so that his strength could be gathered into a single, exasperated sigh. "oh. you must be JOKING."

[fuckindiva]

Anne Sexton, Letters To Dr. Y.

[chiveburger]

jinho called hui in the middle of their live right now... I’m straight up bawling my eyes out. literally this is so fucked up. this isn’t right. I haven’t heard jinho’s voice in what I’ve felt like a million years. this isn’t even funny anymore like how the fuck are they so insane and tender all the time. I love pentagon so mcfreaking bad I’m going to call the police on myself I can’t do this anymore I can’t be in contact with human beings I can’t

[cosmicrhetoric]

sorry but this is the funniest way for any episode of television to open ever....

[pierres-general-store]

I FOUND PIERRE HE TRANSCENDED DIMENSIONS

[kkimah]

slender fingers frame a headdress of gleaming gold , twisted horns once framing her face now held delicately in outstretched palms ( & her hair falls , rolls down her back , & a phantom of her former self appears . ) she instead rests her ' crown ' atop her queen's head , smile growing slowly .

 perhaps once upon a time you wore a crown. perhaps once upon a time you didn’t. it hardly matters anymore. your head is no longer one to bear that weight; instead your sword sits heavy, hilt in fist. once people bowed to you, all reverence, and now you bend the knee to edelgard. it’s not servitude, though; you’re far too proud a beast to be chained down. if you wear a collar now, it’s your choice. though you don’t. you know you don’t. you’d feel it. 

this feeling of mutual devotion, the promises the two of you have made to each other without saying a word - these are the things that weigh the most on you. it’s not a bad weight. in fact, it’s good. you know how it feels to have nothing on you. floating, lost, empty - it’s by learning to tie yourself down that you’ve learned the most about the world around you, and you have no one to thank for this more than edelgard. really, you owe her so much. more than you could possibly say. 

 they have wars to fight, behind closed doors, but they’ll do it together. they will. there’s too much at stake for them to loose this battle. and you’ve lost so much to these enemies - both of you.

 but between running the empire, and fighting these private political skirmishes, the public appearances, there’s moments like these: soft and emotional and charged with words that neither of you entirely know how to say, nor do you need to. your experiences - all that the two of you have been through together, your connection, has given you an understanding of each other.

 the golden headdress slips onto your head like it was made for you, but you know better. it was made for edelgard, custom made, and so bits stick into your forehead, and your hair is slightly too thick for it, really. it’s slightly lopsided, but that’s not the point, really.

“ how do i look ? does it suit me ? ” you say this knowing, for sure, that you could never wear it as well as edelgard does, but you pose anyway, pull your mouth into a smile that still hurts slightly from lack of use, and then pause for a moment, before carefully leaning in ( you’ve accidentally poked your eye on one of the horns before. ) and pressing a soft kiss to el’s mouth. your smile comes easy and soft, as does the warmth in your stomach. 

[tolvys]

starter call | @lvanna

𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑳𝑨𝑷 𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑮𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑬,  the promise of a winter storm hanging heavy in grey sky. two bears stand silhouetted against that dark horizon, poised and still, wrapped in dark furs and gazing out at the familiar sea. ‘ our island will soon be under your command. ‘ the elder speaks at last, steady voice tinged with fondness. ‘ the people will be yours, little sister. ‘ for a month they have discussed, devised, prepared ----- and dacey has come to believe that lyanna should, perhaps, have been leading them all along.  ‘ 𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑳𝒀. ‘   though their family is not prone to bouts of sentiment, she finds that she is loath to leave this youngest sister, with whom she has grown so close. she can remember the first time lyanna held a sword : her small hands had barely closed around the hilt, and yet that little face had screwed up in such fierce determination that no one would have dared to cross her. a smile touches dacey’s face, now, as she turns to look down at her companion. ‘ my little bear, small but fierce. ‘