#the pure YEARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fonteyn]

FUMI KANEKO and VADIM MUNTAGIROV rehearse the roles of King Leontes and Queen Hermione for The Royal Ballet's production of "The Winter's Tale" (2024).

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

[platoapproved]

O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are,          that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the          same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your          sake is playing within me. —Walt Whitman

[funsize-cenobites]

[im-here-homie]

Kingdom high milkshake!

[eternity-death]

Okay guys now it’s time to consider…

Sunday being in love with Reader… but being unable to act on his feelings because The Dream Master disapproves of it…

The yearning in this would be INSAAAAAANNNE.

[adventures-in-the-closet]

My favorite thing about Barbie (2023 dir. Greta Gerwig) is that when Gloria decided to track down the beautiful woman she saw being taken away in unmarked black vehicles and liberate her from not only her employer but also the FBI, she had NO plan. She rolled up to Mattel's front door and had not thought it through beyond "find her."

No plan, just gay thoughts

[sc0rpain]

the first time i watched s4 and s5 i thought that the way they handled rayla and callum was kinda odd and unrealistic... but like. upon rewatch im just like. "yeah theyre 17... that tracks"

[froizetta]

WIP Wednesday: more superbatlantern because why not

I went slightly insane and wrote over 15k for this, so here's another excerpt lol. This one's more or less the direct continuation of this scene I already posted, so this'll probably make more sense if you read that first. But it's pretty much just Hal spying on superbat while using the ring to turn himself invisible in the hopes of catching them making out, which is a totally fine and normal thing to do to your colleagues. Nice one, Hal!

He drifted cautiously closer. The light from the sun glinted off the windows harshly at this angle, turning them opaque, but just a little further and…

There, that was it. Fuck yeah, the blinds weren’t even drawn so he had a clear view: that was definitely them alright, alone in the room, sitting really fucking close for two “platonic” best friends. Supes didn't seem to have noticed him yet, so clearly Hal had been right about him being too distracted to listen out for eavesdroppers. He was really on a roll today, huh? Ha, Hal was totally winning this bet—

Oh.

Oh, shit. That was…that was not what he’d expected to see.

Hal had definitely been right this whole time: they were fucking on the reg. But there was nothing sexual about what they were doing now. They’d pulled a couple of the meeting room chairs together. Bats was sitting on the right, more relaxed than Hal had ever seen him, cowl off, in a comfortable slouch rather than his usual ramrod-straight posture, eyes flickering lazily over a datapad. Supes was on his left, curled around him as best he could with two armrests in the way, an arm flung around Bats’ waist and his head pressed to his chest, eyes closed. Listening to his heartbeat it looked like, even though he could probably hear that shit from across a city.

It couldn’t have been all that comfortable, sitting like that, but on them it looked…easy. Familiar. Domestic. Like they’d done this, or something like it, a thousand times. Hal watched Supes’ lips move, murmuring something too quiet for Hal to hear. Whatever it was, it was apparently the joke of the century, because Bats let out an honest to god chuckle then moved his free hand up to Superman’s hair to rub gentle circles into his scalp. Big Blue practically melted against him, more overgrown puppy than godlike superpowered alien, and Bats finally looked up from his screen, and—man, even though Hal was hardly an expert on the series of mildly constipated expressions Bats normally used to emote, even he could tell that look on his face was—

Hal’s heart sank. Crap. They weren’t just fucking. They were in love.

Hovering outside the window watching a clearly happy couple act romantic with each other, Hal suddenly felt like absolute shit. It almost felt unfair, even. Batman was a crazy asshole, sure, but he was also crazy rich, crazy smart, crazy gorgeous, and mostly had his shit together. Meanwhile Superman was…well, pretty much perfect in every way, honestly. A real stand-up guy, on top of being the kind of walking wet dream you could actually take home to your parents. And on top of all that they already had going for them on their own, they also had each other?

When was the last time someone had looked at Hal like that? It was probably Carol, wasn’t it, before the last time they’d broken up. That was— Shit, that was years ago now.

This was no fucking fun at all.

With a sudden, all-encompassing intensity, Hal really, really didn’t want to be seeing this anymore. They hadn��t noticed him yet. Maybe he could just…drift away, get blackout drunk and pretend he never saw that? Yeah. Yeah, that sounded like a great plan.

Unfortunately for him, whatever that feeling was apparently audible to Kryptonians. Because just then, Superman’s head snapped up. And then he was staring right at Hal.

Shit.

“Hey, so. My bad, big guy,” Hal whispered. “Uh. Fuck. I’ll just—”

“Hal.”

“Jesus fuck!”

The voice came from directly behind him. When he whirled around, heart slamming into his ribcage—yup, that was Supes alright. Arms folded forbiddingly across his broad chest, looking stern and disappointed and faintly furious.

Hal dropped the invisibility; there didn’t seem much point to it now. “Man, did you have to sneak up on me like that? You nearly gave me a damn heart attack.”

Superman looked unmoved. “Bruce and I would like a word with you inside. Now.”

He sighed. “Yeah, yeah. Fine. Let’s go.” There went his plans of quietly moving on with his life. But hey, he could admit he’d sort of made his bed in this case. He could man up and lie in it.

And besides, depending on how this went down, he could probably still do the whole drink-to-forget thing later.

[vibatu]

“Hope. A strange concept, after so long seeing myself as the agent of ruin.

Oh. Oh.

So that's some piece of a crumb over why Kuras is so "curious" about the MC.

"-Few would cling to life so resolutely"

Hope has become such a foreign concept to him after so long, especially looking at the current state of Eridia, oh I'm gonna be sick.

[kitsquared]

Actually Dazai makes these kind of speeches all the time and Chuuya goes, "Yeah, I know. He does it all the time to annoy me. The bastard.."

Everyone gives him (them) a pitiful look

[pinkygirliee]

no because i knew i REALLY like angst when i realized my favorite ships were rhaenicent and Jackie and Shauna from Yellowjackets 😭😭😭

[aninsomniacsmemoir]

one day I hope all of my days end with someone who’s lips taste of sunshine and all my favorite dreams and they’ll embrace me and my own fears wholly; they’ll tell me I remind them of spearmint and a rainy day in mid october— I don’t want to be perfect, but I want to be perfect for someone.

[clockwork-carstairs]

Remember when Tessa and Jem were in the carriage on the way back from the battle at the start of clockwork princess? And Tessa’s worrying over Jem bec he’s injured and weak, and he lightly holds her wrist and smiles and gently says your pulse is quickening and Tessa says, “I love you.” And it’s just such a tender and moving moment because they’ve both got their hearts on their SLEEVES for each other. Jessa were always so romantic.

[hookliner]

the desire to mark him up in those bite marks and hickeys he loves oh-so-dearly because that boy is mine and everyone needs to know it

[zorosnavigator]

Yord you ain't slick