#mi <33

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

currently having so much brainrot for yandere miguel o'hara. he just oozes control freak vibes; everything has to go his way and go right otherwise he absolutely loses it. he has to be in control of everything, because if he's in control, then he won't have to worry about another loss so close to him.

miguel is horridly possessive, obsessive, a strange mix of delusional and lucidity, and somewhat sadistic, though he always reigns himself back in. he doesn't want to hurt you, but you keep acting so damn difficult, and even he has his breaking points. miguel lashes out, yelling at you and rising to his full height, asking why can't you just listen to him for once. if you listened, everything would be so much easier and better for both of you. his anger flares red, leaving you quiet and shaking as he rears himself like a feral beast about to tear its prey to shreds.

miguel finds that intimidation works best in hampering your stubborn spirit.

also the way he chased down poor miles was screaming feral energy. he lets his anger get the best of him and thus does not allow for logic to flow into his twisted mind when he's chasing you down. he's practically running after you on all fours, claws tearing into whatever material happens to be closest to him. you're practically shitting bricks when you see the absolutely feral look in his eyes as he tears his way closer. you're stubborn, admirably so, even miguel has to give you credit for that, as you clumsily attempt to run from him. but miguel, in the heat of his anger and frustration, forgets just how delicate your body is compared to his. his fangs and claws cause nothing but horrid agony—you're sure that the terror and panic is exemplifying the pain tenfold— as your blood welts up past broken muscle and skin.

even as his venom takes hold and your body begins to slow in its movements, you're still trying to make weak attempts at pushing him away. the sensible part of him feels so broken at the terrified look in your eyes, but there's the part of him that enjoys seeing you like this—in such a fragile state, you have no one but him—and he once more reigns in his anger, his rage.

this is all for your own good, he murmurs into your ear and he carries you away. this is all because you didn't listen to him.

[r4gd0lll]

dad to control me and everything I do ♡

dad gives me rules n makes sure I follow ♡

dad hurt me cause he loves me ♡

dad knows best ♡

[gr1mkr1pper-safeplace]

[toxic--jpg]

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[nogendered-artist]

HAPPY MARRIAGE BIRTHDAY TO MIS PAPIS!! (i had this drawing rotting on my procreate- also this was made during purgatory-)

[sdrose93]

Mission: Impossible ❤❤

Ethan Hunt 🥰

[secretmellowblog]

I love Javert’s deeply weird energy at the barricades. Les Amis/Eponine/Marius/etc all respond to their possible impending deaths by reflecting on their own morality, thinking deeply about their relationships with each other, having big emotional conversations, wishing they had more time, etc etc…..meanwhile Javert’s tied up and patiently boredly waiting for his execution like:

[deadgirl--superstar]

Finally figured out how to use picmix

🌹♥️

[sainzinnorris]

c'mon carlos, in a minute mi vida.

get in the water i'm just soaking up

with me: the view:

[bobafish]

Reading Les Mis Letters for the first time is like a gamble where 1/3 of the time you're lucky to get the actual plot, and the rest of the time you're skimming through another one of Victor Hugo's rants 😭

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[saturnnpie]

something impossible is happening here

this one’s based on the fic “Exception to the rule” by @fridgrave which i dearly love and adore with all of my heart 💕

[syrupsyche]

hii! I just read the last chapter of "The Painting That Nearly Became Historic" and enjoyed the whole series sm! :)

I'm excited this part may cover some arthistory aspects :O !

Do you know when the next chapter is going to be updated? I'm such a fan! ♡

thank you soooo much for reading through all 3 parts!! 🥺❤️❤️

art history aspects are gonna be tricky bc Grantaire was NOT a good student lol so I doubt he's gonna be sharing anything insightful but I'll try my best 🫡

your ask and comments got me to finally clean up the next chapter and upload it so ty again for the boost! and hope you like this little doodle i made of Grantaire ^^

[cactusnymph]

first kisses for bloodweave or wyllstarion? 👉👈

Astarion cannot believe that he somehow ended up with two people who couldn't for the life of him seduce no matter how beautiful or enticing or alluring he makes himself. Well, to be fair, his allure is absolutely working. It's not like he's an idiot who can't tell when people find him attractive. But he's not used to people deciding to abstain from their impulses to. Be mindful of him.

It's frustrating and Astarion hates it.

He knows that Karlach wants to bend him over the next table and he can see the way Wyll swallows heavily whenever Astarion lounges half naked in the sun and yet neither of them do anything about it.

In fact, neither of them even kissed him so far.

They keep kissing each other, which Astarion doesn't care about, of course. They can do whatever they want. It's none of his business. Of course, they keep inviting him to sleep with them at night—the non-sexual, quite literal type of sleeping— and more often than not he can feel Karlach's godsdamned hard-on pressing against his ass but she never acts on it.

Sometimes she mumbles an apology and shuffles around as if she's trying to be respectful of his boundaries or some other ridiculously soft and gentle thing she has going on in her life. Astarion wants to strangle them both. He also wants to kiss them and that is new for him, because that's not what he does.

Of course he's kissed hundreds of people over the course of two hundred years, tasted their lust and their shallow adoration, but he never really wanted to do it for himself. Was never really into any of the kisses.

And now his lips burn with how much he wants it.

Astarion wants to stab the two of them. Well. Maybe he wants to kiss them first, then stab them, then shout at them and then kiss them some more before doing even more stabbing. Why in the Nine Hells must he punished with this amalgamation of feelings as if he doesn't have enough shit to deal with without any of those?

While Karlach is out with Gale, Lae'zel and Tav to find the Creche Lae'zel keeps hissing about Astarion stalks through the camp at night, feeling restless and on edge without really knowing why. Halsin is snoring loudly over in his tent and Shadowheart is fast asleep next to the fire, curled on her side with her cheek squashed against her own hand.

Astarion doesn't want to go to Wyll's tent. He doesn't.

It's simply his turn to take watch and he wants to make sure that the perimeter is clear, so he walks around camp to check on all the tents, even the empty ones. Seeing Karlach's stupid stuffed bear sitting on her empty bedroll makes something inside him pull tight and he snarls at the bear as if it is the single cause of all of Astarion's misery.

It turns out that Wyll is not, in fact, in his tent.

He's not panicking. Not at all.

And if he walks a little faster to see if he can find Wyll over by the lake, then no one has to know. It's not like anyone can see him right now anyway.

He stalks over to the shore, shoving aside the memories of going skinny dipping with Wyll and Karlach, of them holding his hands to make sure he feels safe, and looks around for Wyll. His eyes find him quickly by another fire he lit close by and all Astarion can hear right now are the crickets, the soft lapping of the water, the crackling of the fire and Wyll's feet moving through the dirt as he practices some sort of dance.

Astarion watches from the shadow for way too long to justify that he's here for the camp's safety and because that pisses him off he finally steps out into the light. His heart does not stumble when Wyll looks at him with a soft smile.

Astarion crosses his arms in front of his chest and raises an eyebrow.

"What are you doing over here?", he wants to know.

"Practicing my dance moves for my partner", Wyll says. And Astarion knows, of course he knows that Wyll is talking about Karlach.

"Oh? And who would that be?", he asks despite of himself because apparently his self-control was lost at the bottom of this fucking lake when Karlach carried him around in it bridal style with a smile on her face that rivaled the fucking sun.

"He just arrived", Wyll says and quirks his lips and Astarion feels like his stomach is dropping out of his body when Wyll holds out a hand for him and does a silly bow. Astarion should scoff and make a snarky comment about this. But his mind flashes back to silly fantasies when he was young about a handsome prince holding out his hand just like this and asking Astarion to dance and.

He swallows heavily, the casual smile wiped from his face as he stretches out his hand. It almost feels as if he's lost control over his body which is scary because it reminds him of how Cazador used to pull him around like a puppet. But this is not Cazador, this is Astarion's own stupid desire and his fucking yearning and whatever else lurks underneath his cold, dead skin.

Wyll pulls him in and it's ridiculous how easy they fall into the right steps, circling each other slowly while their hands never stop touching. Astarion wishes Wyll wasn't this handsome, that his hand touching Astarion's wouldn't feel as electric as it does.

Wyll's eye never leaves his face while they dance and Astarion's heart that stopped beating so long ago feels as if it might just burst out of his fucking ribcage.

Wyll's gaze absolutely drops down to Astarion's lips. But he doesn't do it. Doesn't lean in for the kiss, doesn't chase his desire like any other normal person would because Wyll is a goddamn knight in shining armor, a prince on a white horse, the most respectful gentleman that ever walked under Faerûn's sun.

Astarion has had enough.

He can't take it anymore.

Wyll's eye widens when Astarion grabs his face with both hands.

"You are—the most infuriating—", he hisses and then he lunges. Wyll makes a sound at the back of his throat when their lips finally, finally touch and Astarion presses closer, licks along Wyll's bottom lip before pushing it into his mouth.

Fuck, it's so good. And it's even better when Wyll kisses back, his hands gently carding through Astarion's hair, stroking down his back, carefully finding a place on Astarion's narrow hips.

Astarion doesn't even know for how long he wanted to kiss Wyll, but it must have been for a while. His whole body is on fire and fuck, he doesn't want to stop, but of course. Of course Wyll pulls back and his eye is glossed over, his lips wet from kissing and the smile he gives Astarion shouldn't make his knees weak. But gods. It does.

Astarion has to kill them both for making him feel this way.

"You dance beautifully", Wyll says, his voice hoarse. Astarion wants to laugh and cry at the same time.

He scoffs and steps back, looking away as if he's completely unbothered by what just happened.

"You could use some more practice", he answers and Wyll laughs and bows his head.

"Hm", he hums, still smiling softly. "Are you offering to teach me?"

Astarion opens his mouth because fuck, that was smooth. He doesn't know what to say.

"I—Get back to your tent!", he hisses and stomps off with his cheeks burning and his heart stumbling.

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[kocourmokroocko]

"Pokej se a drž klapačku než ti zvíším antidepresiva" je tak nádherná horzba, 10/10, a pravdu máš, Českej Čert se blbě překládá kvůli povaze i vzhledu, jako to máme Imp a Goblin povahově trochu jakožto rošťáci, ale také Koboldi z Dračáku protože většinou maj šéfa pro kterýho dělaj jako malí vtipní poskoci, a pak si k tomu dejme že jsou z Pekla, no hold Devil ani Demon na to nestačí.

@katie-the-angel-witch @small-angry-turtle

Právěže se mi zdá, že ani jedna z těch možností nevyjadřuje čerta. Čert je svoje vlastní věc, který prostě nic jinýho neodpovídá. Je krásný. Je smrdutý. Je huňatý. Je zlý!! Je rozverný. JE TAJEMNÝ. Je blbej jak vydlabaný necky. Je mocný. Je to nejubožejší malý mňau mňau. Z tohoto hlediska argumentuju, že bychom neměli hledat překlad pro čerta, ale bojovat za zavedení čerta coby svojí vlastní, nepřeložitelný, unikátní kryptidí kategorie, kterou vnutíme světu tak, jak je, i kdyby svět nechtěl!

[total-drama-shark]

Fanart of the first two chapters of “A Guide To Surviving The Apocalypse” by @noahtally-famous

Plz plz plz go read it it’s very very good and I’m really interested in seeing where it goes <3