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can’t wait for more selfies back home after the break 🤳
1/29/26 || Shane, Melly, & Canner smiles in the post win selfie!
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can’t wait for more selfies back home after the break 🤳
1/29/26 || Shane, Melly, & Canner smiles in the post win selfie!
bus 1 gang life just keeps getting better
They won their first La Liga title
@haeretik said: "Can I kiss you?"
𝖐𝖆𝖎 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖆𝖘𝖐, he knows it and he’s pretty sure he knows it too. they belong to each other, unspoken consent ever present between them but jace, in this moment, is vulnerable. he’s not sad nor is he upset ----- he’s angry, irrevocably filled with violent rage and that, despite common belief, is when he’s the most vulnerable. all glares, ready fists and proverbial flames dancing behind his eyes. it’s funny, he thinks, how neither of them had ever known how to love and yet kai reads him like an open book. he never has to ask, but he does, because he knows. jace exhales sharply through his nose and the fire behind his eyes is soothed by lover’s words alone, like an anchor keeping a ship from being swallowed whole by angry tides. nephilim nods slowly, moving closer and closer still until foreheads touch, noses slightly brushing and he takes his time ---- which, really, is uncharacteristic for either of them. he wants to take in the very air kai unnecessarily breathes, hand resting atop his hip as fingertips slip beneath his shirt, grazing the skin there as lips linger all too closely to kai’s. “ i’d like that a lot. “
Can we all just agree that SBS Gayo 2018 was a simplified BTS LY concert? ✊😏🤝😏✊
im crying. love wins. it wins so hard we get season two confirmed when we're not even done with season one cast and crew of heated rivalry you are so loved
| My Worst Nightmare |
Continued from here
Agron-Rebel-General
Agron watched Cétan approach, the need for him so close perhaps being the only thing that could bring ease to his mind. So the moment Cétan moved to his side, wrapping his arms around him and uttering words of reassurance, Agron found his body melting into his touch. Relaxing into it. The German belatedly realized that his eyes had stung with tears over the emotional aftermath of what he had envisioned. Agron buried his head in the crook of Cétan’s neck, his own arms wrapping around the smaller male, as he tried to will his heart to calm down.
Though, Cétan’s presence, his touch, everything that he offered Agron … was truly the only thing that could pull him from the dark nightmare and back into the calming reality. The one where Cétan was alive, and with him. That he was here, and … safe. That Agron had not failed to protect him, and that he was not suffering a terrible fate. “You’re here,” Agron repeated in a quiet breath, barley audible. But somehow, needing to repeat Cétan’s words … as if saying them again made it more real.
His continued to cling to him, breathing in his scent, his face pressed against his skin soaking in the softness of it, as did his arms that engulfed him. And needing Cétan’s arms around him in return which was exactly what he gave him without Agron even needing ask. The way Cétan ‘s fingers ran through his hair … Agron wasn’t even certain how much time had passed until he felt he could function again. He now realized what his worst fear was; one he would never recover from. Sniffing a little, trying to force back any more tears of panic … he tilted his head up a little, lips pressed against Cétan’s ear, breathing the words into it with an emotional voice. “I love you.”
Cétan sighed and gently brushed the saline that threatened to spill from Agron’s eyes. Please don’t cry, he thought internally, hoping he could fight back tears of his own as his empathetic nature always got the best of him. He’d been called a crybaby ever since he was young but the truth was he rarely cried for himself. In school, he had wailed right along with the girls that fell and scraped their knees on the playground. He wept with Frances Red Wolf when his girlfriend dumped him for a Kiowa fancy dancer during the spring Pauwau. Cétan had a difficult time watching others suffer without feeling their pain as well and the hurt was tenfold when it came to Agron. If he could, he’d cry a million rivers if it would keep any sadness away from the man that held his heart.
Sometimes, and especially now, Cétan wished he could simply melt together with Agron and become one body, to feel everything he felt with the same passion. Which is likely why he was now squeezing Agron as tightly as he could, hoping he could convince his lover that he had no intentions of ever leaving him. Only Agron could make him feel this way. It was like his flesh didn’t even belong to him and only served as a barrier that kept him separate from the other, like his heart would never rest and sought only to beat in the same rhythm as the other, and then Agron opened his mouth and spoke three little words that made that ache even more painfully aware.
I love you. I love you. I love you!
Cétan slowly drew back. It was too dark to properly see Agron’s expression but he could imagine it quite clearly and after unlatching themselves from Agron’s waist, his palms came to rest on either side of his face, gliding over the constant prickly stubble that lined his jaw. And to think Cétan thought he was going to cry before... His mind began to fill with all kinds of thoughts, memories, and expectations of future events, so much so that he barely registered that he had lunged forward and hungrily captured Agron’s lips with his own. His eyes fluttered shut and he moved with a ferocity and need never before expressed, only stopping when his lungs burned for breath. His mouth in constant contact, he mustered up a murmur, “Say it again....”
@agron-rebel-general
They are the damn pole position!! Yasssss ❤️