Tumgik
laesas · 10 hours
Text
Tumblr media
8K notes · View notes
laesas · 11 hours
Text
Tumblr media
Helmut Newton - Père Lachaise, Tomb of Talma, Paris, 1977.
2K notes · View notes
laesas · 12 hours
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
- natalie diaz
260 notes · View notes
laesas · 12 hours
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
THE LAST CASE คดีสุดท้าย dir. Apple Lapisara Intarasut
Tumblr media
590 notes · View notes
laesas · 13 hours
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
i keep having this dream where your blood is turning my hands into river stones, and i keep waking up to pale white sunlight
✂️ commission info ✂️
2K notes · View notes
laesas · 14 hours
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
ntrasika | instagram
#throwback 🪐 #jeffsaturfirstsoloconcertbkk
80 notes · View notes
laesas · 15 hours
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
KP Anniversary | Favourite Antagonists [2/?] | Tawan
bonus:
Tumblr media
332 notes · View notes
laesas · 15 hours
Text
“let’s run away together” trope fucks me up bc it’s almost always doomed. but what if it’s not this time.
22K notes · View notes
laesas · 16 hours
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Young hearts run free.
931 notes · View notes
laesas · 17 hours
Text
HEY that's MY emotional support morally ambiguous misunderstood full of trauma touch starved yearning for love drenched in blood responsible for numerous atrocities comfort character who is TRYING & u will TREAT them with RESPECT
46K notes · View notes
laesas · 17 hours
Note
ooh trick or treet!! 🎃
hello beloved here is an ArmKhun flavoured treat for you from a lil oneshot WIP I've had in my drafts for way too long 👀💖
It's the third outfit that does it.
Really, Tankhun isn't sure why he's surprised. The outfit is to die for. Tankhun looks incredible in it. He should almost certainly have anticipated some kind of reaction.
Perhaps it's different because it's just the two of them this evening. Usually, a bigger turnout is inspired by Tankhun's Pre-Party Styling Parties (wherein the afternoon before any excursion to Hum Bar (or really, to any function that Tankhun might care to attend - he's branching out these days, he's even been on a boat) is spent drinking cocktails and grazing on canapés and, most importantly, showcasing all of Tankhun's potential looks for the evening) - but today Chay has an audition, and Kinn and Porsche are away on business, and Pol was called away after barely ten minutes of partying (because one of his frankly ridiculous number of sisters rudely decided to give birth during Tankhun's gathering, which for some ungodly reason required Pol's presence) - and so now there's just Arm.
Arm, leaning against the wall in Tankhun's bedroom, wearing a surprisingly tasteful (albeit uninspiring) sky-blue button-up and holding a cocktail glass that no longer has a cocktail in it - because the entirety of said cocktail now finds itself staining the front of the aforementioned sky-blue shirt.
Tankhun had just swept aside the curtains of his dressing room to reveal his new outfit (his favourite so far; sheer, slinky mesh on top that clings exquisitely across his chest and waist and yoga-toned abs, if he does say so himself; expertly paired with a pair of flowy, delicately-patterned trousers with gorgeous corset detailing on the waistband; heeled, glittery boots; and a selection of fine silver jewellery, including a stunning body-chain that fastens quite eye-catchingly against his throat and waist), and Arm had looked up as he entered and promptly spilled his drink all over himself.
The thing is, Arm doesn't really even seem to have noticed. His eyes have gone very wide, and Tankhun can feel them on him; feel the heat of Arm's gaze on his skin as it traverses over him; feel Arm taking in the dark smudge of kohl around his eyes, the cling of shimmery black mesh to his torso, the caress of the delicate silver chain against his throat and sternum and waist - and Tankhun knows he looks good, of course he does, but the way Arm is looking at him stirs something molten and exhilarating deep within his gut.His blood seems to crackle.
Arm wants him.
It creeps through his veins, heady and powerful and intoxicating. Arm wants him, and it's so incredibly, electrifyingly perfect, because Tankhun has wanted Arm since the night he took off his clothes in Yok's bar.
(Or at least, the night Arm took off his clothes in Yok's bar is when Tankhun first allowed himself to admit that he wanted Arm; an earnest agreement to Yok’s drunken, filthy confession, whispered through a conspiratorial grin into Tankhun's ear, "I'd let that bodyguard of yours do more than just guard my body, I'll tell you that much," - but in truth, if he thinks about it: it's been longer than that. Much longer.
If Tankhun is honest with himself, he knows that this clawing, aching want has been simmering inside of him for so long that it feels perfectly at home in his rib cage; woven into the very fibre of his being; part of every single cell in his body as if each one had been designed to contain it - as if deep down, at his core, Tankhun had been built to yearn. To long. Like this. For him.)
Now, Arm stares at him with unmistakable desire, and Tankhun stills, for a moment, and lets the thrill of it hum down his spine; shuddered and singing and stuttered like wind-chimes in the breeze.
And then he tuts. "Oh," he says, and Arm startles at the sound, his eyes snapping to meet Tankhun's before abruptly dropping again, embarrassed, a pink flush rising high on his cheekbones as he inspects the damage to his shirt, "this won't do at all."
✨🍬 fic writer ask box trick-or-treat! 🍬✨
24 notes · View notes
laesas · 21 hours
Text
Tumblr media
lucy, you're coming back to us too, right? to me?
2K notes · View notes
laesas · 22 hours
Text
"The voices in my head are telling me you're so cute" is an objectively bonkers thing to say to a co-worker, Gmmtv mandated fanservice or not 💀
6 notes · View notes
laesas · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Ongsa, i don't know what the destination will be, but can you please stay with me until we see it?
277 notes · View notes
laesas · 1 day
Text
no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for
30K notes · View notes
laesas · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
perthnakhun: i got energy from the light bulb 💡😊
17 notes · View notes
laesas · 1 day
Text
🔥 Burnout 🔥
Chapters: 1/4 Rating: E Pairing: Ken/Big Summary: Big wakes to an inferno. There’s heat, and there’s pain; pain like nothing he’s ever felt before; pain that tears through his flesh, carves itself into his bones; pain that claws its way into the very root of his existence. It fills his lungs, choking him, burning him from the inside, too, like he’s burning on the outside, like he’s burning everywhere; and all at once, Big knows he’s going to die. Big lives. He survives the knife and the bullet and the explosion. He lives to hear about the traitor handed over to Kinn by the minor family; the traitor now kept for questioning in a cell beneath the compound. The traitor that had once been Big’s closest friend.
🔥 read on ao3! 🔥
46 notes · View notes