#>>>>

[stanacatic]

Stana Katic in "CBGB"

[dahlialuxe]

Don't wanna be lusted after. Don't wanna be perceived by eyes that only want to undress me. I want someone who looks at me tenderly. Someone who wants to know and love my soul, not just my body. Someone who protects, respects, and cherishes my modesty, not someone who wants to take away from or diminish it. I'm tired of people pretending to care for me while having ulterior motives. Or saying they do while their actions say the opposite. I deserve a pure love, someone who considers me and my feelings. Someone who knows all of my insecurities and whose love only grows deeper for me in spite of them. Someone I can trust and be vulnerable with. With them, I know that I am always safe. I am not hopeless, I know this kind of love exists because it is how I love. I will wait patiently for this, one day I will experience it.

[fallimentiquotidiani]

Ogni Lunedì capisco sempre di meno chi si lamenta della Domenica.

[buckandballum]

[notyoongiswife]

✧ But you’re my everything, everything ✧

[queer-crows]

head empty only montero

[sintiva]

mommy, sorry!!

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Wed 3 July

So first off there was a big social media outage today, with instagram and facebook and twitter impacted, but it didn't effect tumblr, didn't actually shut twitter down, and worst of all, it's been fixed now. Oh well. It probably made some people over at the Hugo launch very stressed out- Liam was supposed to run their stories all day and of course they had their big launch, but it all got to happen eventually. Liam answers questions sent in yesterday in video form so that's nice. Say I love you in German requests one fan: "I love you in German," Liam replies, I was really hoping he'd leave it at that, but no he did the thing, with a little kiss and everything, I guess that's good too. He played the party in Berlin to the lucky few, who also got gift bags with branded t shirts, and the stuff went up for sale on the Hugo ig. There are sneakers with the >> on them! So cool!

Niall's out there playing at the Irish Open still, so if you wanna see cute fan pics, see him smiling as big as anything, or see his butt in approximately one million videos of him swinging at balls, today's your day! He posted a pic of himself and his friend Sean Mulholland wishing Sean a happy birthday and saying he's known him since he was FOUR, awwww. Niall will have an interview feature in an issue of Today's Golfer to be released tomorrow.

Louis and Liam have been nominated in Power Radio’s Summer Awards for number one male, like not male artist or male singer, just straight up number one male. It's about time the world caught on to what we been saying! If you agree, head on over and vote for one of them. LTHQ reminds us to check out Louis' playlist, we learned that Louis and Harry made their ig accounts on the same day in 2012, and an unseen HQ of Louis from Feb 20 was posted.

Spurred by clicks, the media blitz continues to remind us that Louis and Harry aren't together, never were, don't even know each other, are obsessed with boobs and also by the way they passionately hate all of their fans and folks, I am baffled! Not by why it's happening, attention begets articles, there's no mystery here, but that you guys are actually reading it! Omg who cares about that nonsense? Definitely don't read the comments but in this case maybe skip the content entirely! What's the point? They're just repeating whatever they find on twitter, if only that site really would go down and spare us this ever spiraling morass of discourse.

Speaking of which the daily mail published the video version of the pics of Harry in Brooklyn the other day with a bunch of wrong information that they definitely got off twitter; but anyway if you wanna see the live action version of Harry dressed like a banana that's wearing a Hawaiian shirt, you're in luck.

And in what I sincerely hope will be my final Euphoria related update, their sneaky tumblr has been deleted.

[palfixeye]

due to recent events (me watching rollercoaster of friendship) I will now be shipping flutterdash

[hypertic]

Again - Avatrice training AU [part 4]

[part 3 here]

The knock on the door was so soft, so hesitant, Beatrice thought she imagined it. Still, she stood up and walked to the door, ignoring how painful it was to even sit up on her bed.

“Beatrice?” she heard Ava whisper from the other side, right before she opened the door.

“Ava.” Ava’s smile seemed to falter slightly at the cold, close off Bea that greeted her at the door, but Beatrice was too tired to comment on it.

She walked to her small dressing table, taking her hair out of it’s bun and picking up her hairbrush before turning back around to face Ava.

“Do you need anything?” She asked tentatively, after noticing Ava stood frozen right next to the now closed door, her wide eyes fixed on her.

Ava, on the other hand, momentarily forgot everything she meant to say when Beatrice turned around with her hair down, slightly messy and slicked back from being in a tight bun all day. She would’ve thought her adorable, had it not been for the dark circles under her eyes that reminded her exactly of why she was there.

“I’m- no, actually,” Ava took a step forward, fidgeting with a loose thread of her sleeve. “I came to ask if you needed anything.”

“Me?” Beatrice asked with confusion, and Ava had to clasp her hands together to keep herself from poking the frown between the older girl’s eyebrows.

“Yes, you. You’ve been getting the worst part of our training, so I thought I’d check up on you.” Ava scratched the back of her head anxiously, eyes casted down in embarrassment. “How’s your leg?”

“Oh.“ was all Beatrice could answer at first, taken aback by the sudden question.

She was still processing how, despite how harsh she had been to her during training, Ava still wanted to see her; maybe she even cared for her.

“I’m fine.” She managed to say with a shrug, tearing her eyes away from Ava to stare at her own feet.

“Have you checked it?” Ava questioned, noticing Beatrice was still wearing the same training clothes.

Beatrice felt a blush creep up her cheeks, giving her back to Ava and choosing to sit at the foot of her bed in a poor attempt to hide it.

“Not yet, but it feels alright.” she tried kicking her shoes off to prove her point, but it backfired when she accidentally hit her calf against the bed frame.

As soon as Ava heard her pained gasp, she was standing in front of her, genuine concern so clear in her face Beatrice felt a pang of guilt.

“Here, let me.“

Ava fell to her knees before she could get an answer, making Beatrice feel her heart flutter. Gently, she untied the laces of her shoes, pulling them out with so much care as though Beatrice might break. Next, Ava looked up at Beatrice, wide eyes already fixed on her, and then back to her feet, her hands hovering over the end of her leggings, silently asking for permission to lift it. Beatrice gave her a small, absent nod, stopping herself from shivering when she felt Ava’s fingers lightly graze her bare leg.

“You don’t-“ Beatrice seemed to snap out of her daze, trying to pull herself away from Ava’s touch, but stopped as soon as she saw the smile on Ava’s face fall. When Beatrice didn’t continue, Ava took it as silent resignation and continued to pull up the legging, biting her lip to suppress a gasp when she saw the dark, purple bruise covering the outer side of Beatrice’s leg.

“Ouch.” Was all Ava managed to say, after uncovering the other leg only to find a similar bruise, maybe a little lighter.

“They always look worse than they are.” She wasn’t lying, it really seemed a lot worse, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“I’ll be right back.” Before Beatrice could get a word out, Ava had bolted out the door.

Beatrice just sat there, staring at the point where Ava’s warm eyes used to be.

She couldn’t understand how, why, Ava was there.

Yes, Ava is naturally kind, and caring, and loving, but Beatrice never imagined herself being the one on the receiving end.

Even if they got along, even if they’d sit together at dinner, exchange smiles in the halls and stupid puns during training, Beatrice considered herself nothing more than an acquaintance to Ava, though she herself considered Ava a lot more than that.

After their long training hours, after all the harsh things she’d said, after getting her ass kicked publicly by Beatrice more than once, she didn’t expect Ava to care about her outside the training room. Hell, she didn’t expect her to like her.

Still, Ava came back a few minutes later, slightly out of breath and holding what Beatrice assumed were two ice packs wrapped in towels. Without saying anything, Ava went back to kneeling in front of Beatrice, seeing that the older girl hadn’t moved a muscle since she’d left her.

As gentle as ever, Ava pressed an ice pack against her left leg and Beatrice shivered, not so much for the cold as for the feeling of Ava’s fingers against her skin.

“I can do that.” Beatrice argued, her voice coming out far too weak for her liking. She tried to make her point clear by placing her hand over Ava’s, but Ava continued with her task, paying no mind to Beatrice’s hand on hers, pressing the second ice pack to the other leg. “Ava, it’s fine.”

Ava’s hands faltered, taken aback by the suddenly stern, closed off Beatrice. She looked up, only to find Beatrice’s dark eyes on her, hiding a turmoil of emotions Ava thinks she could never unravel. Still, she pressed the ice packs back on the bruises after a beat of silence, giving Beatrice a small, sad smile.

“Beatrice.”

Her name sounded different each time Ava said it.

Beatrice wasn’t sure how, but each time they were together Ava seemed to call her name with a new, complex emotion that she couldn’t quite label. Sometimes it was sadness, others a little teasing, and a lot of the times with frustration, but it always had something Beatrice couldn’t quite figure out. This time, Beatrice would dare say she called her with endearment, hurt hidden beneath it.

“I’m sorry.” Beatrice let out, looking out the dark window to avoid Ava’s eyes.

“It’s fine.” Ava reassured, but Beatrice kept her eyes fixed on the window. “I just wish-“ she stopped, suddenly considering the weight of her words. At the sudden silence, Beatrice couldn’t help but look, finding Ava staring right back at her. “Just…take care of yourself?” she chose to say, after the silence had extended for too long. Beatrice kept her eyes fixed on hers, as if she could physically see Ava’s thoughts if she tried hard enough.

The truth is, Ava didn’t want her to just take care of herself.

She wanted Beatrice to let her in, to allow her to care for her and share the burdens she most definitely had, but chose to keep to herself.

She always chose to keep to herself.

She wanted to see Beatrice smile more often, to see her without a cut or a bruise for once and to know what she enjoys to do on her days off.

And maybe, when Ava let her selfish thoughts get the best of her, she wanted to be the one by her side, the one who makes her smile and spends her days with, for Beatrice to consider her a trustworthy friend.

Even if she wasn’t her friend and they never saw each other again, Ava wanted her to be happy, because ever since the day they first met she thought Beatrice to be deserving of it; of smiles and laughs and love and care.

Beatrice settled for giving her a firm nod, half expecting Ava to say something else, but not pushing her to when she didn’t. She allowed her to continue with her task, pressing the ice packs on her legs until the towels were soaking wet.

“You should put some cream on them before going to bed.” Ava stated, standing up from her kneeling position.

Beatrice, as if startled by Ava’s voice, stood up quickly, leaving her inches from Ava, who seemed to loose her balance at the sudden move. Instinctively, Beatrice grabbed her elbows to steady her, leaving Ava’s hands pressed against her own chest.

Her breath caught in her throat, feeling Ava’s cold hands through her shirt because of the ice packs and her deep brown eyes looking at her wide in surprise. Beatrice allowed herself to let her eyes roam around Ava’s face, taking in every little detail she could only ever notice with this little distance. Unwillingly, her eyes finally landed on the girl’s slightly parted lips, looking back up at Ava’s eyes far too quickly, afraid to be caught staring.

“Shower.” Beatrice managed to croak out, her voice shaky and too loud, snapping them both out of their daze. As soon as Beatrice let go of Ava, and the younger girl took a step back, but her eyes remained fixed on Beatrice’s.

“What?”

“I- I should shower before putting anything on.” Beatrice clarified, walking to the other side of the room to gather herself.

“Right.” Ava took that as her to leave and walked towards the door.

“Ava?” Beatrice called before the girl was fully out of the room. “Thank you.” She stated genuinely, offering a small warm smile to Ava, who gave her a wide, bright grin before wishing her goodnight and closing the door.

When Beatrice came out of the shower, she found a small, white tube of cream on her nightstand, along with a glass of water and a couple of painkillers.

criticism and comments and prompts or ideas or anything is always welcomed :D

[emeraldeyes-paleface]

music>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>world

[darththrog]

Our Captain.

[carnation-damnation]

Show you what all the howlin' is for

[chestharrington]

hear me out: 80s sex mix tapes

eddie def has one idk what’s on it but that man has one, i can’t decide if it would be all metal or a surprisingly sensual mix

steve has one too, his is the best because he’s had time to perfect it.

robin also has one but she doesn’t have a super good grasp of what to actually put on it so it’s super all over the place, which honestly makes sense for her

okay I’m actively picking songs i think would be on theirs!!! Forgive me if they aren’t exactly show time-period accurate but </3 i love this concept soooo much

Eddie’s songs are definitely the most sexually charged in my opinion. A very cliche Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard is making the cut, as well as the aptly titled Lick it Up by KISS. Cherry Pie by Warrant, obviously. Y’all get the vibe. 80s

Steve’s playlist would have the nice, cheesy 80s love songs. Careless Whisper is on the playlist unironically. It’s sexy and good argue with the wall. I know Dirty Dancing came out in ‘87, but Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen is on there bc he thought Dirty Dancing was the perfect vibe to emulate. Endless Love by Diana Ross and Lionel Ritchie. he’s truly THEE lovemaking anthem king.

Robin’s playlist would be the most listenable present day. She goes more for vibes than lyrics, which is why Rapture by Blondie is on there. Just like Heaven by the Cure, Voices Carry by ‘Til Tuesday, Pearly-dewdrops’Drops by Cocteau Twins. I just know she has the most excellent taste out there. The music might not make sense contextually but <3 damn is it a vibe.

[adorethedistance]

When I say this is the most attractive picture to me?? Boys who dress like lesbians ? >>>

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

I don't need to watch House to see a pair of doctors have a toxic codependent homoerotic friendship I can just watch Mash instead.