#screaming crying barking

[katzs-current-obsession]

I am once again mentally ill about a niche blorbo

[rafayelsgf]

begging vs demanding

[babybirbb]

me when glen powell

[danahart]

somebody tell that bitch sebastian vettel that i fucking love him

[livstarlight]

Fanfictionally speaking I like to think of Thriller Bark as the shifting point for zosan. Like, in my shipper mind I headcanon Zoro developing a crush earlier but realizing it's love when he sees Sanji offering himself to Kuma, at the same time I think of Sanji finding Zoro and the "nothing happened" as the moment it dawns on him that he might care about the mosshead more than he lets on, more than a friend I mean (but not quite love yet on his part, just awareness of more). Then there is the separation and feelings and longing running wild and so on... (Whole Cake/Wano is my Sanji gets his head out of his ass moment and admits he caught feelings) But still. Thriller Bark is... Thriller Bark is the moment.

[bluerasbunny]

GUYS GUYS GYUGS GUYS GUYS

RUIN RELEASE DATE

JULY 25TH.

[number-0-iz]

LOOK AT HOW FAR MY BOY HAS COME. STILL SO FABULOUS AND STILL SO TRAUMATISED.

[almond-tofuuu]

sir-

SIR!

ZAYNE LOVERS WE ARE BEING FED

BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK

[spineless-lobster]

Do you ever just think about how, as gods, thanatos and zagreus were meant to be worshipped? How mortals fear thanatos too much to sacrifice to him, picturing him as an insatiable beast who takes and takes. How zagreus isn’t even known by the mortals, despite understanding the blood that runs through their veins, their most vulnerable parts.

And do you ever think about how they worship each other? How zagreus allows thanatos that vulnerability, allows him to take him in his arms, his lips, and take take take. How thanatos sees zagreus, always being there for him even when the entire underworld was against him. How he was the steady, grounding heartbeat to zagreus’ chaotic circumstances.

They worship each other when no one else will.

Do you ever just think about that?

[koobiie]

fanart for what may be my favorite fic of all time, Running Behind by @asidian! here's prompto enjoying all the foods from the fic beacuse he deserves it <3

[supercorp-land]

It physically pains me to watch the “office overflowing with flowers” scene. like what in the gay shenanigans simpest simp was that?

Sighhh

[lavendermin]

saw your vampire jy post and i immediately started thinking about him sadly drinking on a bottle of your blood at work because he cant just call you to feed you’ve got your own things to do during the day and he doesn’t want to bother you but the blood just doesn’t taste right to him he needs to suck it directly from you 😞give this man his walking bloodbag back

Your brain is so so huge anon.

Of course you can’t readily be available each time he needs to feed. You two developed some backups for unforeseen circumstances and the like.

This was one of such instances where he’s left without your presence to enrich his day. The Seat of Divine Foresight is always cold and bleak when your visit isn’t expected.

So Jing Yuan is left at his desk, eyes scanning document after document with eyes occasionally darting to the main entrance. Like a fool, part of him hopes your schedule changes. No such luck today.

cw | blood, alcohol

An intricate cup sits near him, dark red wine fragrant as he swirls it before taking a sip. His brows scrunch momentarily, savoring the flavor. The placebo isn’t enough. And without company he can hardly convince himself to enjoy a glass.

He reaches into his desk, hand wandering to the very back where a compartment in the wood above sits cool to the touch. A light press and it opens for him to dig out a small vial of crimson liquid.

The fragrance of the wine changes immediately upon adding it. He knows he should be using only a few drops but Jing Yuan is also aware you will be back in three days whereas the entire vial of blood will tide him over for at least five.

The liquid swirls in his cup—aged and with an iron-like scent. It’s not the same on his tongue. Cold and devoid of the meaning he craves. Lacking pulse and pleasure.

It’s never the same as the lovely scent of the blood that runs hot through your veins. The liquid burns like a fine rum down his throat when he feeds from you directly—drunk on your taste.

He can’t help but recall each time he’s sunk his teeth into you as he swirls the remnants of the wine, head resting against his fist while the documents remain ignored on his desk. Yearning will do him more harm than good, but Jing Yuan is only rarely selfish. You’d scold him if you saw him sulking like this.

He knocks back the remainder of the wine, not particularly proud of the lack of elegance it probably displays. There’s hardly anyone at the main room of Seat of Divine Foresight at this time of night anyway. His teeth ache where they anticipate your skin with the taste of your crimson liquid on his tongue.

It’s a bittersweet feeling. One that will have to do until you’re back.

[dollywons]

UMMM YES????? WTF HELLO

[mwagneto]

ed glancing sideways at stede during the vows after the season opened with the whole wedding figurine thing oh my GODDD he wants to get gay married so bad..............

[reigningmax]

Max Verstappen for Tag Heur By Jon Enoch

[silverskye13]

In which there is talk of the tournament.