#no thoughts in his head

[desertangels70s]

[gay-for-stanford]

How I look at people hating on my girlfriend (he’s a 32 yr old hockey player)(I fully believe he can do no wrong)(I will defend his every move with my life)(his name is Brandon Tanev)

[kattzenstein]

noodle dragon korpokkur, anyone?

[autistickaitovocaloid]

The light in his eyes is fucking gone.

[apollos-boyfriend]

HES SO……. oh we are LOOKING towards a guilty vote

[glitchedcosmos]

Yeah he’s fine.

[linktoo-doodles]

i'll strangle you or i'll kiss you on the mouth

[newttxt]

crisis of disbelief

[potatoeofwisdom]

has someone done this already?

[cosmosnout]

Revelations.

[myrkulitescourge]

the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.

in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.

[keyofradiance]

was feeding the doves and dumpling wanted to get down from his branch and eat of course, except he misjudged his jump and just fell out of the cage

[willowser]

HMMMMM bakugou being just. the absolute picture of sin.

he works overnight and comes home early in the morning, around 3 or 4 am or so, and you greet him and give him a kissy and ask how it all went. and even though it's still dark outside and he's been working for twelve hours—he's still coming off patrol, right ? so he's still got some energy left, and he eats something and takes a shower and winds down as you fall back to sleep.

and it's not until much later in the day that he wakes up, early afternoon, and you're kind of tiptoeing around so that he can get his much-needed rest. you slip into the closet of your bedroom for something and you think you're gonna get in and out without a sound, but his hearing is so attuned to just about anything and everything at this point.

so rough and raspy, he grunts out, "what're y'lookin' for?" and you whip around real fast and he's just—

half sitting up in bed, bare back leaning against the headboard. an arm behind his head, so that his bicep is tense and round and stone-solid. stretched like that, his obliques are more prominent, taut and rippling up the side of his ribcage. he must have gotten hot while passed out, as he usually does, because the comforter is all askew; one of his legs is bent, the fine hair a dark gold in the waning day; the other is hanging off the bed, lightly swinging as he watches you, and the blanket has come down enough that you can see the bulge of his thigh muscles beneath his stupid tiny black boxer briefs.

and he's just so. man. in every single way.

(his hair is flat on one side, too, and his eyes are still a little puffy from sleep—but you think that adds to it, all in all)

[messiahzzz]

[alfairy]

The vibe I’m getting off of Kabru when he’s interacting with Laios

[thatsalotofsemen]

I heard tumblr likes frögs