#things escalated

[wy-wy-wy]

Wyler pillow fight but make it *them*

Yassssss

Thanks for the ask! 🖤

[breakkerbar]

seth and bron doing whatever-that-is with their hands

monday night raw - 4 august 2025

[peaonfire]

He rolls his eyes. I stand and lean over his shoulder. It’s Katniss and Finnick, talking at the bar in The Cornucopia. His upturned lips grazing her temple tenderly, her eyelids half closed with desire. It’s breathtaking and unsettling and magnificent and horrible all at once. “You shouldn’t do that to yourself,” I tell him quietly.

So this is not something I have ever done before in my life, but I just had to see Peeta's drawing from @hopeandwhiteliquor's fic Dying Embers for myself, so here you go! The quote I put in is from chapter 9 (go check it out if you haven't! It's an everlark fic, it'll make sense once you read it, but heed the tags!)

[tonhalszendvics]

Colleague yesterday: i should introduce you to meetings now, as you'll have your own position from november. We'll go together

Me: haha, ok, funny

Me at home: ok how about telling colleague that i don't feel like having meetings

Collegue today in the groupchat: surprise, i might've broken my ankle, not going to work today, [my name] will take care of the meeting :)

Me: haha, ok, gonna kms

[mortifying-macaroni]

I made the most pop star looking poster for an edgelord of a character

[gildeddlily]

in my mind dazai genuinely thought that chuuya was a vampire, so imagine him realizing his partner's going to kill him and being like "he should've killed me while he was himself" and then boom! chuuya's not a vampire! he was himself the whole time and he heard your little gay speeches! now he's looking at you like you're a worm and you feel like a worm! and then you're happy and you make out

[activelyunnormal]

[bugslaststraw]

You, a simple maffioso, go to see Bruno Bucciarati about joining Passione. You step into a small blank room containing nothing but two comfy chairs, a lamp, a low table and a sofa. It should feel somewhat cozy. It does not.

There are not one but two people sitting in the sofa. One is, very comfortably, nestled in the other's lap, looking quite content as he leans his head against the other's shoulder. It takes several seconds for either of them to notice you. When they do, they are not startled and they do not separate. Instead one of them invited you to sit. You spend the little interview uncomfortably on the edge of your seat, trying to concentrate as the other man, (the one who has barely said a word since you came, the one that is decidedly Not Bruno,) is giving you the most hate-filled death glare you've ever encountered. You can't help noticing that he hasn't looked pleased even in the slightest since you clapped eyes on him. He went from strangely sad to dripping with hatred when he noticed you were watching, and he hasn't stopped scowling since. You know it should not matter, but it's very hard not to think about it when he's staring at you like that. Defensively. Get out. The man has not let go of who you still have trouble accepting to be Bruno Bucciarati. The capo himself seems focused on you and you only, and goes through the interview with a little smile on his lips. His manner is pleasant. He's charismatic. He's not made an effort to appear professional or polite, but he seems comfortable existing and is not stiff in his way. He doesn't raise his voice. No weapons are drawn. He doesn't threaten you. He doesn't threaten you.

But he might as well have threatened you. Because you still feel threatened. Something about this room, this simple, plain, harshly lit room, and something about the two men opposite you, it unnerves you. Maybe it's the stare of the Other Man, how his eyes look cold and dead, lighting up only those few times when he looks away from you and catches the gaze of the capo, no, not lighting up but lighting down, for there is no happiness in his eyes. Maybe it's how comfortable the two are with each other, as if you aren't even there. Maybe it's that little smile. Maybe it's just a trick of the light.

As you leave, you wonder what the story is. You wonder who that other person was, what his deal was with the capo, who they are to each other. And then you wonder why you care... But for some reason, it seemed really, really important.