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OMG???? FUCKING EMERGANCY

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Fanart de Hedonistbyheart.

Ok, quizás no es una gran imagen, pero es la escena lo que la hace maravillosa.

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What the sneef? I'm snorfin' here!

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my minion, my lover, my secret treasure

marimand week, day 6

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marimand week, day 5

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Just saw a post asking how tall people are and now I want to make it a poll. Apologies to people in the fringe height categories, you do not get specifics.

I had to consult a chart for this

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sit on mommy’s lap ok. mommy has to tell you something. you’re pissing me the fuck off you little piece of shit. i hate you

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Marius having Amadeo and Riccardo kneel at his feet and make out so he can watch and admire them… Much to think about.

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When Lestat opens his mouth

I love lesmand dynamic like "you annoy me";"you scare me" and "I don't even know why I'm sticking close to you", "but I care about you."

I wanted to try a new technique, byeee

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By @cardboardsea

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Evening in Venice 🧡

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Daniel’s cigarette is burnt down to the butt. He tosses it over the rail, draws another from the pack and lights it. “So why’d you bring me here to a hotel and not straight to another apartment, if we’re going to be sticking around for a while waiting on the house to be done?” he asks.

Because intimacy between them has always come in fits and starts, and Armand can never pin down how it happens. Whether Daniel withdraws because of the inertia of their existence, or whether the thing that brought them together in the first place, immortality, is driving a slow wedge between them. If malingering in this hotel with its wealth of services and comforts for the incalculable weeks until the Villa is built will help or hinder.

It doesn’t matter, really. Just more things that he can’t say.

Armand turns his back to Daniel once again. He rests his folded arms back on the balcony rail, tucks his chin atop them and hides his pursed lips.

From this angle he can just peek over his own elbow, look through the curtain of his lashes and see Daniel ashing his cigarette. His fingers are so long. The light at the sliding glass door casts shadows on the backs of his hands and makes his tendons stand out like bridges connecting his knuckles to his wrist.

The buzz beneath his skin has shifted. Turned into a dull ache, and he can’t stop thinking about how he’d rather sink his teeth into the tender spots on the back of Daniel’s hand than answer his question. 

It’s just that Daniel asked it so earnestly. Sometimes Armand wonders if the little sips of his blood over the years haven’t given him some odd, watered down form of his powers, not strong enough to know the contents of his thoughts but just enough to catch the sensation of them. If maybe Daniel doesn’t use them to his advantage in times like this.

“The hotel brochure said this is what modern couples do," Armand admits, against his better judgment, and rattles off the quote. "Come and feel sparks fly in the suites at our one of a kind adults only resort.”

Daniel arches his brow. “Since when do you care about the things normal couples do?”

Since the foothills of Mt. Vesuvius. Since that night in Ginza when he felt the gulf between them growing from a river into a sea.

Armand ignores his question, blinks slowly like a cat. If he lets his gaze unfocus and he’ll see Daniel as Daniel sees him, soft around the edges, blurred like a half-formed painting. Something not human, but not yet monstrous, caught in the in between.

“Do you still wish to know why I prefer humid places?” Armand asks, changes the subject and doesn’t wait for Daniel’s nod. He already knows the answer is yes. Because when the air clings the feeling isn’t unlike that of lying beneath you when you’re rutting on me like an animal.  

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Embroidered Jewelry

Salt Water Stitches on Etsy

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.