#poor pookie

[shortiesmiling]

The face of a man that cannot believe the audacity of the Emperor that wants to marry his wife

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

Mephistopheles: "Are you winning, son?"

Behold! The ultimate scrunched-and-totally-pissed-off Raphael collection. Or "Your Face When You Deal With Cretins"

Source: all of your amazing screenshots by amazing people of Raphael fandom

[vixenofcadmea]

No but wdym this is the face Lucanis makes when he realizes Illario betrayed him 😭

[lostriolu]

[sugarrootwrites]

Noticed that Darry has the only actual solo song of the show (runs in the family) :^ all the others at least have ensemble parts in the back.

Dare I say it's symbolic of him being the only person without support?? He's the support beam for everyone else. He's there to stabilize their needs where they can't- like, he has an open door policy for greasers getting regularly kicked out of their homes or just not having a routine place to go?? He's paying for this house on his own, dropping out of college and working two jobs and barely getting any sleep at 20 years old, throwing everything to the side because his brothers need him.

But he has to watch his little brother run away, and two of his friends die, and a fight a rumble, and let Pony fight in that rumble, and upset Soda repeatedly

And it's all because he made a mistake.

Darry regrets slapping Ponyboy. It's one of those things that lingers, dark, in the back of his mind in the few hours he has to sleep. It's etched on the ceiling with how much he stares up, thinking about it, in the early hours of the day.

He's exhausted and worried and busy and just can't get a break.

But that's okay, because he'll push through if it means he's providing for his family, which now is more than just his brothers.

[nikisdaughter]

Regi telling that when Alain won his first championship, after he had already given interviews to a bunch of people in English, he said to Regi: “my friend, please, you speak French well. Talk to me in French because I’m too tired to even think in English after a race like this 😩"

[ricketybonesandricketyhands]

[konigslittleliebling]

I LOVE BOXER! KÖNIG but I'm on my period and I'm wondering how will he act for reader... Can you make it fluff please? :D

-thank you, keep up the GREAT work! <3

absolutely luvvie :3 🌷

a gravelly throat clears behind you, making you jolt from a lesser successful doze. you groan as you roll your fetal frame onto your side, arms curled around your torso and legs hunched to your front.

könig looms awkwardly at your bedside, arms behind his back. you frown, partly due to the cramping in your abdomen. “hey?”

“hello.” he shuffles, eyes worriedly scanning you through the cut-outs in his mask. “you sounded different on the phone.”

“my period started.” you croak out, wincing when another wave of menstrual agony ripples through your body. you’ve got half a mind to demand he impregnate you, just so you don’t have to put up with this monthly hindrance for a while. might be an idea.

“i thought so.” he nods, the rustling of a wrapper coming from his concealed hands. “i. . . got you these.” he reveals a chocolate bar and a teddy, extending them toward you.

a smile stretches from one ear to the other, tears gathering in your eyes. the mattress dips when he sits himself on the edge, rubbing the back of his neck. “you do not like them?”

you sniffle, shaking your head. “no, no— i do! you’re so sweet.” you open the chocolate immediately, humming when the sweet creaminess coats your tongue whilst you snuggle the soft toy to your front.

“ja, because i know you like rabbits and i know you like cheese.” he tells you, sure of himself. you snort, shooting him a puzzled grin. “what?”

he gestures to your gifts, eyes darting between you and them. your heart melts, an avalanche of emotion crashing down on you. “baby, this is a gold bar. it’s just caramel flavoured chocolate.” you inform him, before lifting the plushie and giving it a little shake. “and this is a lamb.”

he blankly stares, cogs cranking. “it has the long ears and cotton tail?” you lean forward, patting his knee. “so do lambs.”