#this one has been in the drafts for ages

[homeofatlas]

Only Tonight (And Maybe Tomorrow Too)

Summary: Vaguely Before sunrise Au. Elisa and reader meet and can’t help but feel drawn together for a night of philosophy, romance, adventures and a once in a lifetime kind of love. 

Authors note: based on this one ask someone posted a while ago idk who about Elisa and the reader meeting at a wedding and spending the night getting to know each other i think. Also yes loosely inspired by that one greta monologue about love. Yall i too wish this was written better with more depth and detail but I can only justify so much writing during exam season. When I show up to the loser competition and then I’m there but I’m talking to someone I think is hot. 

WC: 3.6K

Warnings: Swearing and Some Suggestive Content bc Elisa be hot. 

3 PM

Weddings are stressful. Between your outfit, the gift, and your family you’d been stressed out enough for a lifetime and it was only 3 pm. Is there anything worse than being at your younger cousin's wedding and having all your relatives bombarding you with questions asking when it was your turn? You didn’t think so. On top of all this you’d been relegated to being the person who fetches everything for everyone who needs a water, an eyelash curler, or a set of pearl earrings. You loved your cousin, your aunt, and all your female relatives who were cooing over the bride but it was a little much. 

Your cousin had always had a flair for the dramatic, so when you received the invitation saying you were invited to her destination wedding in Malta you hadn’t been surprised. In fact you’d welcomed the vacation. The stunning water and architecture had been an amazing get away from the writer's block you’d been experiencing……... .except for when you’d been around your family. Cost wise you knew it was better to share a room with your mom but for your sanity you’d opted to stay elsewhere. 

Finally when the wedding arrived you were relieved. Five days of amazing weather and smothering family, you were ready to go home tomorrow morning. Back to your real life in Paris, where you’d taken a job as a secretary while you wrote your next play. It had been months since you’d last touched your latest ideas though. You’d been hoping this trip would be what you needed to start writing again but you hadn’t found anything truly inspiring….yet. 

Being sent to go grab more tissues for the bride's mother you slipped out of the bride's dressing room again. Making your way down the hall to where you knew the elevator was you pulled out your phone to check the time. 

3:15

Great, only 18 more hours before your flight tomorrow you thought. 

Looking up you only see yourself about to crash into someone wearing a suit before you actually do. You immediately look up and make eye contact with what’s possibly the most gorgeous human you’ve ever seen. Their arms come up to grab your biceps to stabilise both of you. Tan with freckles lining her cheeks and nose, her furrowed eyebrows pulling together even tighter as she puts together that you’ve just crashed into her and haven’t said anything.

Crap, you haven’t said anything.

Say something, anything but just staring at her. Her arms begin to lower trailing down your arms before dropping to her sides completely. 

Finally the word burst from you, 

“Oh my god i’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going, I was distracted, that one's on me, again i’m so-”

“It’s okay” She quickly interjects, a soft french lilt to her heavy voice. 

A small smile begins to grow on her face. As she continues to look at you she shakes her head laughing to herself and walking away.

You feel your cheeks growing hotter. Only you would crash into the hottest real life person you’ve ever seen in a desperate escape from your family. You wince in embarrassment thinking about it. You look back to see where the woman has gone only to see her turning the corner. Damn it. 

From down the hall you hear a door click open, you expect to hear a close instead, your mothers voice calling your name. 

Shit, the tissues. 

6:30 PM

After what you have to admit was a lovely ceremony, comes the game of how to indirectly tell people you’re gay without coming out explicitly when they ask if you even have a boyfriend yet. Your cousin did a marvellous job of choosing the flowers, the music, the venue, everything down to the last minute detail was gorgeous. It’s hard to imagine someone you used to push on the swings as being married. You remember the days where you’d hide in pillow forts and talk about your future children's names and what your weddings would look like. You’re glad she got to have the picture perfect wedding she always dreamed of with a husband who loves her dearly. 

Excusing yourself from the table you go up to the buffet which holds finger foods to eat through the reception. Deciding on which fruits you feel like adding to your plate you barely notice when someone else grabs a plate and comes to stand beside you. 

Breaking you out of your trance you hear the voice that’s been replaying in your head for hours. 

“It’s like you’re stalking me.” She teases.

You exhale slightly in lieu of a laugh, relieved the person standing beside you is someone you might actually like. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” You tease back.

Glancing to your left you see she’s ditched the black blazer leaving her in a white button up with black dress pants. Running your eyes up and down her you are thoroughly impressed. Her legs look especially toned in the dress pants telling you this is NOT someone who skips leg day. 

“Are you with the bride or groom?” She asks. 

“Oh neither, I’m crashing this wedding. I'm only here for the free food.” You answer, gesturing to the fruit tray in front of you. 

She stares at you as if unsure whether or not you’re joking. 

“I’m kidding,” You laugh and lean over to nudge her shoulder. “I’m the bride's cousin.”

Her brows part and she begins to laugh again. Good god, you could listen to that sound forever and never get bored of hearing it. 

Once she finishes you ask how she knows the happy couple. 

“Family friend of the grooms, you know the groomsmen de almeida? He’s my brother.”

As she points to a figure on the dance floor you begin to recognize him, you had seen him during the ceremony. You’d also met him and his family at the rehearsal dinner last night, but you definitely would have remembered this girl. 

“I met him last night. I think I met your mom and dad too. Didn’t see you though, I think i would have remembered that”

“Haha I flew in this morning, I’m a footballer for PSG feminine so I had training up until yesterday. I fly out again tomorrow morning.” 

“Me too. Maybe I’ll see you there?”

“Maybe you will.”

Your gazes linger. 

It’s been so long since you bantered with someone so easily. This girl was already making you feel things you’d forgotten how to feel and you’d only know her for five minutes. You had to prolong this conversation. 

“I’m y/n.” You stuck out your palm for a hand shake. 

“Elisa.” She responds, her warm hand reaching out to grab your extended hand. 

The small smile gracing her face takes your breath away. 

As your touch lingers a slow song starts. You see couples begin to wrap their arms around each other and sway. You never feel more single than right now at weddings. Although with this beautiful woman who is no doubt taken but you’re going to ignore that for your own sanity right now, it feels less lonely than it usually does.  Trying to think of something to say, you breathe in to ask about her work, or her favourite colour, or why she gets up in the morning, she steals the breath from your throat by asking if you like to dance. 

“Never been a dancer per say but yes I dance”

“Come with me.” She gestures over to what must be the table where she’s been seated and your legs take you with her. She puts down her plate of food before taking yours as well and placing it next to hers before turning around and extending a hand. Her eyes flicker from you to the dance floor. It’s crazy to be able to communicate with someone this well when you just met them right? This has to be some kind of sick twisted sapphic dream where a gorgeous athletic masc is asking you to dance with her on your last night on a beautiful island in Europe. There’s no way your life is real right now. But if it is a dream you’re going to make the most of it. You place your hand in hers again and let yourself be led to the dance floor. 

She pulls you around to face her and pulls your arms up her shoulders while hers wind around your waist. She’s too good at this, you think. Smiling to yourself you mentally roll your eyes. This girl. 

“What?” she asks looking at your smiling face. 

“Nothing…..Just laughing at you and your moves.” How are you already comfortable enough with her to tease her?

Elisa scoffs playfully. “Me and my moves," she says. “Tell me the moves aren’t working.”

She cocks an eyebrow at you. 

You stay silent. She’s got you there. But you’ll be damned if she knows it before you let her.

“The moves aren't working.” You say as you let your face go slack and your eyes fall blank as if you’re looking straight through her. All traces of your earlier engagement gone in an instant. 

“You can’t trick me with the deadpan again, it only works once, cherie.”

“Oh, rats.” You remove one of your hands from her shoulders to swing it diagonally while snapping. 

She smiles widely and laughs at your actions. The older couples around you look over and you only feel a little bad because you made her laugh. Have you ever felt like you understood someone before you really knew them? It must be the romantic in you because swaying back and forth with her laughing right now feels like a rush of adrenaline and like you just crossed the threshold of being home after a long day. If she isn’t single, you’re going to have to kill someone. 

11 PM 

You’d talked and laughed all evening. It’s been a long time since someone made you feel alive. Your cheeks feel tired from smiling so much, when was the last time that had happened? You can’t even remember. 

People are starting to wrap up and leave the wedding. She’s not technically part of the wedding so she’ll be leaving soon. Your mind is racing to find some excuse to see her again or keep these good vibes going. This is the lightest you’ve felt in a while. As you're going through your catalogue of excuses to get her to stay or go or anything as long as you’re together, you’re startled by a soft touch to your arm. She’s looking at you again, god will that ever get less scary? She’s maintained eye contact with you most of the night and is an active listener as you regaled her with childhood stories about the bride. It’s no less electric then it was the first moment you ever looked into those brown eyes. You can feel your heartbeat throughout your entire body, pulsing at the heat of her slight touch.  

“Do you want to get out of here?”

Shit, you think. She stole my line. 

You feel bashful all of a sudden, what if she can see your mind racing trying to get her to stay? What if she thinks you’re some kind of creep? Worse, what if she’s actually hitting on you? In first aid training they should really cover how to restart your own heart after an attractive person, a hot person, let’s not downplay it here, the most mouth wateringly beautiful person you’ve seen in your whole life, asks you to get out of here with them. Suddenly the oversight seems fatal. 

Deep breath. You can be cool about this. You give her a small smile trying to not appear too eager. 

“Yeah, I really do.”

3 AM

Your legs have a burning sensation in them from the running around, dancing, and hours of walking you and Elisa have done. You feel as though you’ve walked the entire island of Malta. Not true, of course, but it feels like it with how tired you are. Yet you can’t imagine being anywhere else in the world right now than in the quiet warm night next to an interesting, beautiful, heartbreakingly charming girl. You’re praying to god this isn’t just a you feeling. Can she feel the easy dynamic between you two? The shoulder bumps, easy laughter, and meaningful conversations have flowed between you two all night. You’ve never believed in magic or soulmates but tonight, her, this moment in time, it’s making you question those beliefs. The soft glow of streetlights and lights spilling out from shops open late add to the ambiance of the warm, if not slightly breezy night. This is perfect. This is everything your hopeless romantic heart could ever want. It feels straight out of a movie or some cheesy book, meet-cute with a dorky girl and cool charismatic athlete, they get along really well and somehow have chemistry, cue falling in love montage, the almost kiss, the third act miscommunication, the eventual resolution. Okay well you could do without the miscommunication but this night? It’s so making the falling in love moments montage. 

Your fingers brush against each other and your breath catches in your throat. This is insane. You feel electrified, as if someone just took defibrillators to your chest and you were still conscious. You’re loving every minute of it. You’re brave enough to reach out a little and brush purposely against hers again. The tips of fingers tangle together momentarily before the breeze parts them. Emboldened by what could be you reach out and tangle your fingers fully in hers so you’re holding hands on a dimly lit street. 

You’re trying hard not to look like a tomato, you're blushing so hard. What's even more embarrassing is how you’re already thinking about a great story this night would be to tell your future kids about, holy crow you need to get it together. This momentary lapse in silence for the first time all night is so peaceful, a bit like falling into your moms embrace when you aren't feeling well. The silence cradles you in her arms safely cooing you into sleep. You see her look down at your entwined hands and the sides of her lips pull up. You breathe a little easier. She squeezes your hand to let you know she’s okay with it. You’re already coming up with secret gestures to let each into your feelings. 

The walk back to the hotel is mostly silent. Tiredness creeping over you both. It had been a long day from start to finish. You still don’t want this night to end though. You’re so close to everything you’ve always wanted. You’re debating whether or not it would be creepy to invite her to your room when you arrive at the hotel. You don’t want to sleep with her, okay yes you do but not now, maybe tomorrow when you have the energy to really give it your all, you just want to be next to her and exist in her space. You want her arms wrapped around you and to lay your head in the crook of her neck. You want to feel her skin warm with fatigue. Distantly you wonder if this is a liking women thing or truly a you and her thing. 

In the elevator up to your floors you lean your head on her shoulder, her hand leaves yours to duck around your back and pull you into her so her hand drapes over your waist. Keeping you close. You like this more than anything. Top 3 sensations ever. The doors slide open knocking your moment of paradise away. You shuffle out and then this is it. The goodbye. Oh fuck you’re far too tired to do this properly. You should say something suave and charming that will make her want to keep in touch. A swooping sensation appears in your belly at the thought of never seeing her again. That can’t happen. 

“I think-,” The tiredness is making you entirely too truthful and too much and she hasn’t gone running for the hills yet so that has to count for something right. You bite your lip as you debate whether to continue on. You’re standing in the harsh fluorescent lighting of the hotel but she’s gorgeous everywhere, how is this even fair? “I think-,” Your tongue feels almost numb, your eyes can’t stay open any longer. “I think this is how the poets must feel about different worlds, you know? Like the multiverse but it’s between people. Lovers, people who love each other. That secret language.” What are you even fucking saying but you think she gets it because she’s just as tired and shes nodding and smiling and this quiet moment, oh god you want to live here forever, on the precipice of something great, life changing. 

“Yeah no I get it. I feel like that tonight too.” 

It occurs to you that you don’t even know if she likes you as more than a friend or even thinks you’re pretty at all. Which is cool, you could totally live with that…..yeah no. Love at first sight is bullshit but you’re thinking this is pretty close to it. More like I think you’re going to be the love of my life realization at 9 hours ish into knowing you sight. This is the moment in the movie where you almost kiss. You don’t even register the heat of her body extremely close to yours until you feel warm breath ghosting along your cheek with a small kiss left there. You wish you were more awake, but you feel like you’re being lit on fire while being weighed down at the same time. You’ve never cursed the human need to sleep more. You have better things to do!

She pulls away and tucks a hair behind your ear. Your hair must be so knotty from the wind. Ugh you’re probably an eye sore right now, not cute. She’s looking at you the same way she looked at the boats in the harbour and up at the sky earlier though. Full of awe and wonder. Like she’s looking into a world beyond her. Your heart clenches painfully. Please, Please, Please. You don’t know what you’re pleading for but you need more. Her nose brushes against yours and you aren’t breathing. Her lips ghost across your cheekbone and trail to your ear. The palm of her hand rests against your hip. The heat is burning through your clothes. 

“If I give you my number, are you going to call?” She breathes into your hair with a smile. 

You’re nodding at a ferocious speed. Yes, absolutely you’re going to call. You’re going to blow up her phone. You tilt your head to angle your lips towards her ear. How can she make anything sound dirty? It’s a talent truly. 

“Yes” I will do anything for you.

You feel strung out. Tired and drunk on attraction. A shiver runs down your spine at her proximity. You want her hot hands all over you. You think if she whispered in your ear you could probably climax from her voice alone. You want to groan and throw your head back thinking about it. Your fingers in her hair, the smell of her around you, in you-

Best to cut that thought off there. You were always a bit turned on when you got tired. Doesn’t help that you have a professional athlete trying to give you her number and whispering in your ear too. 

She pulls back and smirks at you like she can tell what you’re thinking. She’s good at that. She’s either going to be great for you or your downfall. You’ll take both. You always did like the myth of Icarus. And just like that she's swaying into you again. This time she’s got a hand around the side of your neck pulling you to her and one hand on your hip and those lips you’ve been staring at all night are on yours. Holy shit, you could never have daydreamed it would feel this good. She tastes like the food you ate earlier and something sweet. This must be what ambrosia tastes like. She pulls back slightly panting a into the small gap between you,

“Sorry, I had to do that once, just in case you don’t call.”

“Trust me,” You breathe partially into her mouth. “I’m going to call.” 

Then the heat of her is gone just as soon as it came. You hadn’t realized the hard line of her body was fully pressed against yours until it’s gone, leaving you to break into goosebumps in the hall. She walks backwards until she goes to turn around the corner where her room is. Before she leaves your sight she drops a wink and a lazy smile at you. You think you’re starstruck. As you wander back to your room you think just maybe you’ll have tonight and maybe tomorrow too. 

[anna-scribbles]

and if i could give you the moon,

[nuclearanomaly]

Spite Loves...

[nohr-selphias]

"I love you, Zevran. I hope you know that."

"Yes... Yes, I know that."

— commission art by @sinizade, posted with permission

[hokusu]

King of Pirates | Monkey D. Luffy

[demaparbat-hp]

Oh, Lala...

[solradguy]

Guilty Gear Xrd Sign arcade poster (without logo) by Daisuke Ishiwatari. From the Guilty Gear Strive Digital Artbook.

[avengerscompound]

Loki

Avengers (2018) #8

[deesblanketfort]

Picrews I like as a regressor ☆´ˎ˗ ︶︶︶

Blatantly based off this post by @thetinyblossom because making picrews is certainly in my top 10 favorite regression activities and I'd like to compile some of my favorite picrews as well :3

🖌️ My room 🖌️

About: A room maker and half body character maker with a cutesy style.

Variety rating: This picrew has two very basic dark skin tones and practically no good curly hairstyles. It's more feminine and androgynous leaning but can be used to make any kind of child, chibi-like character regardless of gender.

🌊 Let's go to the sea 🌊

About: A simple half body maker with sea/pool/swimming themes.

Variety rating: This picrew has four basic skintones, no curly hair options (there's some wavy hairstyles but not quite curly). The cutesy artstyle makes it easier for fem/neu leaning characters.

🍬 Macarons 🍬

About: A very cute and yummy food and character maker with a simple chibi artstyle.

Variety rating: the curly hair options are very underwhelming and the darker skin tones aren't even dark, but the macaron itself is very customizable as it's the focus of this picrew.

🏠 Room picrews: 1st, 2nd 🏠

About: Two room makers for those who would like to envision their ideal regression room!

Variety rating: The first picrew is more focused on brighter/darker colors and has ton of fandom related options for plushies and posters (just look at the picture I made, lol), while the second picrew has a pastel color palette and 2 to 3 options for each furniture space, but it's still very fun and cute nonetheless!

🍹 Cream soda 🍹

About: Here you make and decorate a cream soda drink! With a little critter of your choice on top of it.

Variety rating: I don't think you can get more variety from a cream soda picrew than with this one! It covers a wide range of colors, toppings and effects, and, most surprisingly, critters! Mammals, dinosaurs, insects, ghosts, dragons and other mythical creatures, you can find there!

🧦 Baby Carrot outfit maker 🧦

About: A fullbody outfit maker with a focus on fashion and tons of outfit options.

Variety rating: Very inclusive! Tons of curly hair and dark skin options, a chubby body type, scars, facial and body hair.

🌙 Terrarium maker 🌙

About: A very pretty and detailed terrarium/aquarium picrew where you make a terrarium or an aquarium instead of a character.

Variety rating: For a terrarium picrew, it has a large variety of options from the shape of the bottle to the color of the sky to every little corner, you can even add animals and human characters!

🍼 Cute person maker 🍼

About: This fullbody picrew must be one of the most agere coded picrews I've ever seen: it includes onesies, pajamas, oversized shirts, pacifiers, costumes, diapers and it's overall very adorable :3

Variety rating: Decent range of skintones, a couple of good options for curly hairstyles and one alternative chubby body type, plus all the agere coded options I've mentioned above!

🐾Littlest pet maker🐾

About: LPS maker!

Variety rating: Although you can't make every single LPS in this picrew (obviously) it has tons of options and cute accessories (and several references to LPS popular if you're into it!!!)

[teethfairyyy]

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Dining’s Cobra Kai + text posts {part 14/?}

[samantha-and-nellie]

@jeynepoolelovebot i'm so glad that you asked because these books are deceptively different. this is going to be long, so let's get into it under the cut!

the front covers do give us a bit of a clue as to what direction each book is going to go in. samantha's world (which i'll be abbreviating to world) will largely focus on aspects of sam's life that she is going to be a part of (i.e. suffrage gets talked from the context of cornelia's views on women compared to grandmary's), whereas welcome to samantha's world (abbreviated to welcome) is overview of many different aspects of turn-of-the-century america (there's an entire section devoted to "a night at the opera" as a society entertainment, and no reference in that to the mount bedford opera house). world, as you'll soon see, is also much more interactive, and seems to be targeted at a slightly younger audience than welcome.

despite being a slimmer volume, welcome also has more pages and information inside. as seen here, it has a table of contents for all the different sections, whereas world just launches right in the content.

the first interactive element in world is the cover, where you can change the front image. it's one of those things that's great for kids and a fun gimmick, but also slightly annoying if you have tight bookshelves since a book being slid in next to it can catch on the ridges that allow for the image to change.

almost every single two-page spread of world has some kind of interactive element. beyond the pictures above, there's things like calling cards you can slide out of a tray to pop-out carousel horses, all of which do make history come alive a little bit more than welcome. still, it feels a lot a mash between the scrapbook stories that american girl once produced and welcome, and i'd argue that both of those did their jobs better than world is doing. and because of how thick the pages are, there truly is very little content in world (less than thirty, compared to the fifty-eight pages of welcome, which also has much more content per page).

here's one of the few sections that appears in both of the books for a better direct comparison:

another example of how much more detail welcome includes can be seen with mentions of the roosevelts.

as far as i can tell, the only mention in world is this tinnnny bio of alice. meanwhile, welcome has a whole spread to introduce readers to the entire roosevelt family.

one final example to compare the tones of each of these books. like i said, i think world was intended for a much younger audience, and this spinning bobbin top that reveals different factoids really captures it. one of the things you can uncover is a tiny factoid about the triangle shirtwaist factory fire. meanwhile...

i remember this page haunting me as a child. not only is it preceded by a spread about factory work, but welcome pulls in these narrative elements that world is lacking. and i remember them being super effective (in a similar way to the ag stories themselves), because this story and image about the triangle shirtwaist factory has stuck with me since i read it here in a way that literally nothing from world has.

there's many more things i could say about these two books in comparison (like there’s a lot at the beginning of world that seems to come from scenes and setting, so you do get some cool peeks into sam’s mount bedford household), but i'm going to cap it here so i don't end up going through each entire book. i also think there's a lot to unpack about the respect in which i interpret the older welcome book treating its reader with that is really lost in world, but we simply do not have time.

still, i'm going to leave you with the most insane part of world:

an entire pop-up piney point for your mini samantha paper doll! complete with a boat for any harrowing adventures her or her family members might need to take.

[faresong]

nothing left to mourn

ID: Monochrome Kimigashine sketch of Satou Kai's mother, Qingyue (清越). She is a middle-aged Wa Chinese woman with her long hair clasped by small pins, but otherwise draped down around her. While she sits amidst wisteria, eyes closed in a quiet grimace, she is bleeding from the heart and grasps a small dagger. END ID

[jazzmckay]

soulmate au (da2 edition)

dao

carver and bethany, for whom destiny has other plans. one of them will never meet their soulmate. possibly both of them will never meet their soulmates. even if one does, there's no guarantee of such everlasting happiness for wardens, circle mages, or templars.

aveline, whose soulmate gets blighted, and who may have to give him a merciful death by her own hand. she finds love again, as bright as the one that was snuffed out too early. alternatively, aveline, who finds her soulmate among the kirkwall city guard, but wesley was and always will be her first, the one she found unexpectedly, one of her two great loves. soulmarks have no say in who she chooses and who is the most important person in her life.

varric, who calls bullshit on all this soulmate crap. his mark has never done him any good. bianca's mark has never done either of them any good. real life isn't a story, isn't a fairy tale where it all works out how it should. and if it were? the hero probably just dies at the end, anyway.

merrill, who thinks the concept of soulmates is wonderful, magical. to think that there's someone out there for everyone, that not a single person will have to go through life without being loved and accepted just as they are. the marks are promises of what's to come, something to fight for, something to cherish. soulmarks are beautiful things... for other people. for people who are not a keeper's first, and then an exiled former-keeper's first, one who seems to always leave destruction in their wake regardless of intention or precautions.

anders, who has not one, not two, but three soulmarks--except circle mages don't get to have soulmates. he gets to be with karl, but he doesn't really get to be with karl, not in the way regular people get to be with their loves. they are destined for tragedy as much as they are destined for each other. one of anders' other marks bears the name of a spirit. for a long time, he doesn't know what to make of it, then it becomes clear, then he comes to resent it, and, finally, he finds peace in it alongside his third and final soulmate.

isabela, who's with varric on this one. having a soulmark made no difference when she was sold into a marriage. now that she has escaped that cage, she doesn't plan to let anything hold her back, least of all her soulmark. her first and strongest love is the sea, and it grants her the freedom to go wherever--or to whomever--she pleases.

fenris, who doesn't remember a time before danarius was the center of his universe. soulmarks have no more significance to slaves than freckles or blemishes or old, faded scars. and, once free, why would he let himself belong to another? no one will ever have any claim on him again--however, he finds that love is not about claiming. it's about choice, and mutual effort, even if the universe has given them a nudge in the right direction.

sebastian, who has never had, and likely will never have, the luxury of hoping for a relationship with his soulmate. there are expectations for princes, even the third in a trio of boys. and when he does not live up to those expectations, he only becomes restrained even further. soulmates are for those who are free, and sebastian isn't sure he's ever known what true freedom feels like.

[afterschoolcrewz]

you know shit’s getting serious in 911 when a member of the 118 keeps doing chest compressions even after somebody’s been officially labeled as dead

[cangrellesteponme]

this mf is NOT looking at sebastian's eyes!!