Oof. need to redo the pinned post its mega ugly omg
Oof. need to redo the pinned post its mega ugly omg
i definitely had a crush on both the fenton siblings as a kid 😔
a white jacket???? who is this man & what has he done to will!!!!!!!!!
desi culture is struggling to push the toothpaste out of an almost-empty tube, finally giving up, cutting it open and sticking your toothbrush in to get the remaining toothpaste out
you know what fuck this shit
im going to have gay thoughts
Its so weird having a couple followers on here i dont know , idk how u got here but i hope ur having a good time
okay new jamiejolras content alert
aaaaauurrghhhhh tumblr why. why. why. WHY cant i make my link like normal why are you doing this is there no way to make it work both ways FUCK
i know there's no logical reason this should bother me but like. every single person i know offline over the age of 30 is in some kind of long-term romantic relationship and something about me hitting 30 in two weeks and being very, very single just. irks me really badly
@zorkaya said: “...didn’t know where else to go...” @ Solomon ( adds: her being very calm but very quiet with ‘empty eyes’ but she represses the hollow state of mind down after looking at up at Solomon with a soft smile despite her external looks though 👀 )
( SEND “...didn’t know where else to go...” FOR YOUR MUSE TO SHOW UP ON MINE’S DOORSTEP IN THE MIDDLE OF A STORM, SHIVERING & SOAKED )
There’s a very specific emotion that surges to mind when he opens to the sight on his doorstep. A chill that strikes through his heart that Antarctic could only dream to rival , a chill so frigid even space would recede. It’s not simply concern , or fear , but an emotion only Solomon could ever feel. A feeling of someone whose been alive longer than anyone is ever supposed to , who’’s endured more than any mortal was ever intended to. For a second he can’t breathe.
Any second Zarina’s going to topple over dead , he’s certain of it.
Suddenly its ancient Israel again , and there’s a messenger bearing more news of death like an eclipse swallowing the sun. The stories are wrong. Angels aren’t sweet. They’re drenched in the blood of those who have wronged their God and oppose them , their weapons shining with not holy light but destroyed souls. It’s not a warm summer breeze they bring but the heat of the heart of a volcano , scorching one’s soul from the inside out with the intensity. They’re aren’t sweet messengers , but threat-deliverers. They can’t kill Solomon , no one can , but they can torment him. They can pierce him with holy blades that make every inch of his existence scream in agony ( but he’ll always laugh in their face , defiant. Humans will sin because it brings them joy , so do they even need angels ? ) No matter how much cruel Uriel torments him , or what fires Michael tries to strike him with , Solomon refuses to collapse.
But they can kill those around him. Those whose only crime was knowing him , loving him , caring for him. Even the most faithful among them struck down with ease if it means tormenting Solomon. Anything to try to break his will. It’s his fault. He knows , he knew , and he still cared. He still let them close. Whose hands are more bloodied ? The angels that killed ? Or his own , knowing accepting them closer would get them killed ? Time after time they fall , a trail of bodies that Solomon can only helplessly watch grow. Thousands of years worth of people , young and old alike struck down for a crime they never committed.
Any second now , he’s going to see a flash of divine gold and she’ll be another on the list when he’s holding her bleeding form in his arms. And it will be all his fault for letting her close. The blood will be on his hands even if another delivers the strike.
They can’t do that anymore. It’s a desperate plea of logic. All the three realms are trying to work together to bring peace and learn about one another. They can’t just go killing one of the two human representatives. Except.... Except Solomon was always the exception. A man who tasted the highest of virtues and sin , a man who never aged or died , a man with hundreds of pacts.. Even if they were seeking peace , that didn’t mean Heaven would release its torment on Solomon. If they couldn’t tormented him directly , the next best were those around him.
The thoughts only last a second despite feeling like an eternity. She’s very much alive and breathing and dwelling on what MIGHT happen or what HAS happened will do nothing. As shocked as he is to see her , he had said the door was always open. Instantly he pulls her inside , away from the harsh weather and inside the warmth and safety of his home. Into his arms , where he can shelter her in more ways than one , not caring for how the chill bites at his flesh and the water soaks his own outfit.
“ Don’t do that. “ He whispers against her hair , pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. That’s what he must look like to her sometimes. Smiling so softly despite his suffering , his loneliness , his pain , despite how OBVIOUS the hollowness inside was. As the saying goes , it takes one to know one. And if anyone knows what being hollow was like , it was Solomon.
He didn’t know what had happened to her or how she’d even gotten here. Why hadn’t she called ? But those aren’t his worries at the moment. For a moment he presses his forehead to her cold hair , squeezing her a bit closer. She’s here. That’s all that matters. Live in the present , not the could have beens or will bes. He pulls back , cupping her face as he tries to rub some warmth back into her , a blanket from near the fire darting over to wrap around her as the sound of water running started elsewhere in the house started - a bath. Warming her would be important no matter how cool she could be to the touch.
“ I’ve got a bath going , I’ll throw a robe in the dryer for you when you’re out. Let’s get you warmed up , alright ? “ Fingers gently press to his cheek , but they don’t demand anything more. They never do. Hands that are sweet and caring always first and foremost , never demanding or controlling. “ Do you want to talk about it ? You needn’t speak if you don’t wish. “ He’ll never force her hand , especially when she’s in such a state. A state he’d never witnessed before , but one he wanted to do all he could to care for. Even if SHE didn’t care how she felt with those hollow eyes , be it just in the moment or more , HE did. “ But if you do , I’ll always listen. “ A promise , an oath he reaffirms as he presses a warm kiss to freezing fingertips without flinching.
RICKY BOWEN in High School Musical: The Musical: The Series — 2x11: Showtime
no haikyuu character is cishet im calling it now
shoutout to sunflowers. big plants are fucking fantastic. make me feel like a lil fairy dude when i look up and see the underside of leaves and big ass flowers