#adam likes tbt.

[unofficialadamtaurus]

"streamer hair"...

(I thought that meant it was from having a pair of headphones on for too long like helmet hair ':D I didn't realize you experimented with hair dyes Ares 0.0 Is there a colour you like or one you have yet to try out? :O)

I'm partial to purple, but I've also got a soft spot for red and orange.

[freewayshark]

It just occurred to me that at some point I decided Adam Faulkner-Stanheight has a hyphenated last name because he has lesbian moms and I simply incorporated that into my worldview to the point where I forgot that is my own headcanon and not actual fact

[sunlessea]

"there are times i wonder if my existence has ever truly made a difference in this world."  he does not look up to acknowledge his other half as @londonfallen enters the garden, dotting at his own cheeks with a tissue as he catches stray bits of mascara that had run down from his lashes 'pon crying. the club is deathly empty, quiet, long past closing time  :  strange is it for fedir to be present at all, stranger still for him to stay on his own. he crushes the blackened tissue in his hand, looks down at a broken glass he'd dropped moments earlier, and sighs as he bends to pick up the pieces.  "whether anything in it would even notice, were i ever to disappear one day."  one of the glass shards knicks his finger and he flinches, but sighs.  "shit."

[supermanandloisverse]

Wole Parks via Instagram : #tbt to season one of @cwsupermanandlois. Nobody does dry, self-deprecating humor like Adam Rayner. (He also randomly had silverware in his pocket 🤷🏿‍♂️)

[lingeringscars]

both spencer & callie have accidentally outed someone because of how intensely they feel about injustice and people being treated differently because of their identities.   

[sunsbled-archive]

not to be a horse girl on main but why is spirit stallion of the cimarron still the best movie ever??

[zukunftsvision]

✧    ☾    ✧     𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝙲𝚁𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙻𝚂    𝚂𝙴𝙴    adam    &    kavinsky    (    @prophezeiung​    )

“    who    am    i    to    tell    you    that    you    need    to    change    ??    ”

LYRIC    STARTER    CALL    →    dirty    laundry    /    all    time    low

[hawkeborne]

hawke obviously changed poses at the last second. adam didn’t catch on... obviously.

@evermxre   /   [ picrew ]

[caelestimortem-a]

Azrael @ dean!Michael: wow. Just absolutely wow.

[wiltingbeast]

     wuby wose over here got me feeling sappy so I’ll be sappy too

     Thank you guys for making me feel welcomed as an Adam blog. Out of all the websites on the hellscape known as the Internet, this one is easily one of the most unwelcoming and spiteful ones in regards to Adam Taurus, and I’m grateful that you all are willing to hear me out and try to work with this problematic bull boi. I was 100% convinced that I would inevitable come across hate anons, passive aggressive comments about my character for even liking Adam, or flat out being ignored for my choice of muse. But now you’re all giving me a chance to fix the mistakes they did to this character and for that you all have my eternal love

     Shōjo sparkles

[glampacked]

of course Adam Ant is BASICALLY playing at my school the semester after i graduate. it’s not that it’ll be impossible for me to go it’ll just be harder to get home after. thanks Adam 😪🤙

[sunlessea]

he's dreamt of eternity between them, @londonfallen had said  —  eternity, with such sincerity, what could he do but assume that he is being honest with him? he doesn't think he'd been prepared for what, exactly, he had near begged him for this past year  :  the kiss of the cappadocian, a burning, agonizing, hellish sensation that starts 'pon the flesh and spread through one's veins. were it he had left him there, calling out his name in delight, panting from recovery of pain and pleasure both, but a kiss is not eternity, not a promise 'tween two people to spend all their lives, or unlives, together. holding him down had been a cruelty and a kindness, the first time. now it is a necessity. his blood is sweet, slipping past his tongue, sliding down his throat. his fangs had pulled away from the bite a great deal of time ago, his lips now sucking from him the delightful succor of his blood, draining him near dry. fedir thinks, to some degree, there is a sliver of guilt that twists within his abdomen  :  he had spent so long, after all, protecting him from his kiss, only to steal it with his innocence, moments later. his knees dig into mykhailo's thighs, his hands pinning him by his chest, though he leaves his hands free. it is but a small mercy from the poison he offers him, enough to keep him from struggling free against the intensity of the pain, but to still give him freedom to grab at him, if he so pleases.

the threads of the masquerade tear apart, the camarilla knocking 'pon the back of his mind, but all thoughts of princes and law fade from his mind, overwhelmed instead by the scent of his blood. fedir reaches out, eventually, when he feels his beloved's body begin to lose its life 'neath him, and finds his hand in what small comfort he can offer him. he is killing him, there is no doubt about this. without warning, without permission, he has put the one whom he loves most at the brink of death, and all he can offer him in turn is to lace his fingers through his own, and squeeze his numbing hand in comfort. he will not leave him like this, he will not allow him to fade away  ...  but there is no way to communicate that, painful as it is to see him like this. he does not wish to see him suffer, no matter the circumstances, but especially not at his hands. through this desperation does he continue to attempt to cling to him through what must be his dying haze, pulling him closer, chest to chest now.

there is no way to make it less than what it is, however  :  and when fedir at last parts his lips from his beloved's neck, pulls back to look down at him from where he hovers over him  ...  he is as good as dead. blood and saliva trail from his chin as he reaches his arm up, rests his reddened fang against the pulsing vein that runs deep red through his wrist. he thinks, for that moment, that mykhailo looks so strangely peaceful, and despairing as death may be, perhaps it is even beautiful, in a way. the two of them will never know.

"eternity, was it,"  he murmurs, his fang pressing into his vein now  :  and in a motion so quick he does not even wince, he rips open his arm, blood shortly pouring from the wound in a macabre fall.  "very well, then. give up everything you are for me. die for me. be reborn for me."  he holds his wrist to his near-dead lover's mouth, watches as a drop of his blood falls from him to his lips, and as his lips part to drink that first drop.  "тоді переконай мене у своїй любові."

[shecommandsall]

❝ Who wears pants anymore? So 2015. ❞

@woerended

“People who don’t want icicles hanging off their leg hair by the time they get home. Are you fucking crazy? Who doesn’t wear pants in the middle of winter?”.

[insertpinkchiphere]

“Heh.”

[soulcluster-moved]

adam became a sass master and I love that for him

[neverlandborn]

Adam: You sounds like your mother

George:...

George: oh wait, that's supposed to be an insult?