#everything they touch turns to gold

[ilostyou]

i think this is something we should be talking about more

[izel-scribbles]

listening to part 28 at school got me shellshocked soldier meme-ing again.

[dawnofiight]

This is def gonna send from my main account and not tunacatfishes but I HOPE U LIKE IT LET ME KNOW IF U NEED ME TO FIX ANYTHING :3 🦭

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[fandomrantsandtwittertakes]

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

"You're so pretty."

Victoria's movements are soft, half formed, as though she'd not quite thought the action out before it started. She feels her ears heat up with embarrassment. It had been happening more often lately - moving before she can think clearly, as though dealing with two separate entities within herself, brain and heart. Perhaps Jennyanydots' amused diagnosis of "twitterpated" was not too far off the mark; there had certainly been enough reasoning to back it up.

Plato blinks, slow and confused, as though being pulled from a dream. And perhaps he was; he'd been staring at Victoria for the better part of an eternity, focused, but very clearly somewhere else. He did that sometimes - disappear somewhere she couldn't quite follow him, eyes hollow and dark. Victoria wishes she knew where he went; perhaps one day he'd tell her.

The staring, she couldn't fault, however; she'd been staring at him right back.

"What?" he asks, furrowing his brow.

"Pretty," Victoria signs again, submitting to having been caught, exaggerating the movement so he'd get it. Perhaps he'd been half paying attention, and only seen the tail end. "You're very pretty."

Plato wasn't much for laughing, Victoria had come to know - smiling, yes; Plato had developed such an easy smile over the year spent with them when they could coax it out of him. Laughing, on the other paw, not particularly, though he was never able to put quite into words why that was. Perhaps he was self conscious of the way it sounded; perhaps he hadn't much in regards to a sense of humour.

Be that as it may, for some reason, that affirmation plasters bewildered scrunches between his brows and his eyes practically disappear under his eyelashes. It even gets that odd, wheezing noise he'd make when particularly amused.

The queen could only be partially annoyed and a teeny bit embarassed - he was very handsome when he smiled, afterall, one fang hanging slightly lower than the other. An in consequential flaw that did nothing, Victoria thinks, flustered, than make him even prettier.

Victoria huffs. "What's funny?"

Plato tosses the motion back haphhazardly, as though brushing the thought aside. "You're funny."

"Not funny." Victoria frowns. "I'm serious."

Plato sobers immediately, smile gone as quickly as it came - it's like a candle being blown out; a night and day difference. The temperature in the clearing seems to cool as he continues to study her. There is an undeniable feeling creeping at the back of Victoria's neck that she may have mis-stepped somewhere, but all she'd said was...

She presses on, feeling an ache begin deep in her chest. She repeats herself, motions firm. "You're very pretty."

"I am not," he says after a long moment. There is an expression on his face that is difficult to read - he does not look embarrassed or pleased, even humbly so; he almost looks as though he is about to cry.

"Yes you ar-"

"You-" he points at her firmly, cutting her off, jaw set. The motion towards her is quick and harsh as a result, unsheathing his claws in the process. He startles as she does, horrified, staring at the space that has swelled between them; he is a breath away from scratching her.

"You," He points to her again after a moment, claw carefully pulled back this time. "Are very pretty. Not me. Look." He motions to the whole of himself, as though that were enough to dissuade her feelings. It only steels her resolve further.

"You look-" she insists, touching her paw pads to the delicate skin of his cheek to demonstrate. Plato flinches as though she'd hit him in retaliation; it looks to have been a struggle for him to resist moving away, but the desire is clearly there. There is fear burning in his eyes -anger and remorse and upset - like a bird trapped in a cage of teeth, waiting for its bones to snap in on themselves after the hunter had toyed with its prey.

Victoria pulls back, tangling her paws in her lap. The ache becomes a gnawing hurt. The fear in Plato's eyes burns hotter, guilt shining just beneath the surface.

"Please." Plato sets his jaw, and the fear fizzles slowly - forcibly - last of the flame suffocated. But he does not get near her again. He is gone to that place she cannot follow. "I cannot...do not lie to me."

"I am not lying," she manages, tears at the precipice of her eyelashes. The silence grows even heavier between them

"Then," he continues at last, breath hitching eyes wide and astonished, and Victoria feels ice settle at the base of her spine. After a moment, his expression dulls again. The smile on his face returns in a flash, a plaster over a wound, but it is bitter, cool. Empty. "You are being cruel? I did not think you had it in you."

[safeandsound]

i waited for you, but your talk is cheap! all you do is leave! i see, i see! i'm sick of your schemes and you're such a disease!!!

[rhaenyradaemons]

if Ramin Djawadi knows how to do one thing, it's how to make b*tches like me cry with just a few perfect piano keys

[zoya-18]

what lorne balfe did on the black widow soundtrack actually needs to be studied because it’s some of the best pieces of music i’ve ever heard!!!!

definitely in the top 3 best scores out of the mcu

[pop-punklouis]

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[felinoir-a]

𝑻𝒉𝒆   𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍   𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕.   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐅𝐎𝐈𝐋.   𝗡𝗲𝘄   𝗬𝗼𝗿𝗸'𝘀   𝗜𝘁-𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹   𝗼𝗳   𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲.   𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁   𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴   𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙾'𝚂   𝚅𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽   𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙽   𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈.   𝑁𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛'   𝑏𝑢𝑡   𝑏𝑎𝑑   𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘,   𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦.      //         swiped   by   mowgli,   est   2018. ©

[tamalesnsuch]

"I didn't really understand what mothers were because mine was in a tree, but I knew they were very good things and you were very angry and sad if you lost them..." -Naomi Novik - Spinning Silver

[literal-fiction]

If I weren't already bisexual Ego (Official Video) by Halsey would have made me bisexual.

[attonitos-gloria]

What do you mean he's sick? He's sick like... Tom? Tom are you still there? Can you put him on the phone? Is he still in there? Is he breathing? Oh fuck. Do you have the machine on board? The fucking heart thing? Okay but is he breathing? Why does Frank think that, Tom? Fuck do you mean, Tom? Well, should they be doing that? You serious right now, Frank? Fuck me, man. Can you breathe without a heart? Is that something- can you? Yeah yeah we'll get Shiv, we'll get Shiv... oh. Hm. Hey dad. I hope you're okay. You're okay. You're going to be okay cause you're a monster and you're going to win. 'Cause you just- you just win and you're a good... a good man, a good dad. You're a very very good dad. Ah... you did a good job... no, I dont- I'm sorry, I don't know how to do that. You can- I can't. Your turn.

(I feel like I didn't- did I say I love him? I'm pretty sure I didn't- Tom, could you put me back to his ear? Or-

Fuck it. Never mind.)

[risingsunresistance]

DEO MIDAS GOLDEN TECHNO. I’m going insane. -gold

deo: everything i touch turns to gold :(

techno: gold? :D

[sunshineyoujustwait]

No thoughts today, just her:

[arsmoriendiii]

if Nirvana is overrated and not just simply talented, then how come all of the covers they ever did are amazing or better than the originals? ‘overrated’ my fuckin ass