#this is idk

[theerastour]

the eras tour folklore dress variants

[writerig]

roxana agriche

@dxmoness | @chxrrylxdy | @that-one-pretty-bitch | @roseadleyn | @yourlocalintrovertt | @nyrwve | @nxccolo | @meow-meow-potato | @lady-navier0357| @obelixn+ all my moots

[purpledusty]

I'm afraid to be part of the big RE fandom cause some people are a little too 'passionate' about certain ships and characters and don't mind fighting/offending you just cuz you said you don't like said character or ship

And what scares me the most is that they are adults arguing with you, if was a child ok, children still may not know how to live in these types of fandom yet and they can change their way of thinking but it still scares me

I just want to stay in my corner, without having to worry that someone will come out of a hole in the ground and say that my shipp is wrong for such reasons or want to discuss the game's lore even though they are wrong about certain information, not that I knew a lot too but just search and remember that other games before RE7&8 and the remakes

[sagicidal]

backstage seulgi

[mikaelxsiin]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   ⟿   LONE PALM

he didn’t know what else to say, so he though that he would stick with honesty. ❝ I don’t know, I guess I would write ——- ❞  he takes a brief pause as he tried to put his words together ❝ dear diary, today I convinced myself it's ok to give up. Stick with the status quo, now just isn't the time. But my reasons aren't reasons, they're excuses and the truth is, I'm scared . I'm scared that if I let myself be happy for one minute, that the my world's going to come crashing down and I don't know if I'll be able to survive that. ❞  he looks at the other &. shakes his head ❝ I don’t know if I can take another heart break. ❞ 

[isacksteban]

my birthday is in less than a week I DONT DESERVE THIS

[thingsonmymindiwanttosay]

64, marcelo/james? ❤

Thanks darling! Enjoy! ❤️💙

——————

Marcelo is laying on their bed, half an hour into scrolling through his phone, already showered and relaxed under a blanket. James walks in and drops his gym bag near the door, heading for the bathroom.

“I’m going to take a shower, and then,” James pauses, taking off his shirt and throwing it towards Marcelo playfully. “I still have some steam to blow off.”

After hearing the water stop running, Marcelo turns his head to look shamelessly past the swung back door into the bathroom. He watches James wrap a towel low on his hips as he steps out from the shower. He grabs another towel to soak the water from his hair and Marcelo is stuck starring at the wet tattoos that run up and down his arm. His gaze follows the beads of water rolling down James’ back until they meet the draped towel. When James pats down his face and chest, Marcelo finally notices the lack of a cheeky smile that he thought would play on his lips.

Marcelo raises a brow, “Whats wrong?”

James continues to pat the water off himself.

Maybe he didn’t hear him? Maybe nothing is wrong?

James walks past Marcelo on the bed, to a drawer and pulls on a pair of grey sweatpants in exchange for the towel.

“It’s the middle of summer, you’re going to sleep in sweatpants?”

“Maybe even a parka,” James snaps back.

Marcelo is surprised, but he doesn’t miss the little grin growing on James’ face as he walks back into the bathroom to hang his towels.

James sits on the edge of the bed, a goofy grin on his face. He grabs Marcelo’s hand, intertwining their fingers, “How was your day?”

“Mm, good,” Marcelo smiles at James.

“You already showered, babe?” James smiles softly, rubbing a hand over Marcelo’s forearm.

Marcelo nods, a smirk appearing fast on his face as James straddles his hips. “How was your shower, feel relaxed?”

James’ soft smile turns into wicked grin as he lowers himself, hovering less than an inch over Marcelo’s lips.

“Fucking freezing, you used all the hot water you carajo!” He says pushing himself up again.

Marcelo’s eyes widen as he try’s not to laugh.

“It’s not funny, I can’t feel my balls, I’m freezing,” James swats at Marcelo’s chest.

He bursts out laughing underneath James. “I’m sorry, here, take my blanket,” Marcelo says through a fit of giggles.

James jumps off of Marcelo’s lap and snatches the blanket, wrapping it around himself, pouty lipped and furrow browed.

Marcelo is still laughing as he gets up from their bed, “Here, take my warm spot, then you won’t feel so cold,” he says as he lifts the sheets and comforter.

James climbs into the warm spot where Marcelo had been laying. Marcelo climbs in again on the other side of the bed now, shuffling towards James.

“I’m sorry, parceiro,” Marcelo says. “Come here.”

He wraps his arms around James, pulling him flush to his chest and cupping his head into his neck. Their legs tangle and James runs his hands up and down Marcelo’s back to collect the warmth. Marcelo can feel James’ breathing slow down and his muscles relax, “Any chance you still have to blow off some steam?”