#these two are killing me

[marcarella-pizza]

Fishy fish fish 🐡

#these two are killing me #art #fan art #digital art #genshin impact #anime #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche #kaedehara kazuha #kazuscara #scarakazu #male tsundere

[sssssssim]

Thank you for pulling me back. It was you who pulled me back first.

#rings of power #lotr #lotredit #the rings of power #galadriel #halbrand #galadriel and halbrand #my edit #my gif #edit other #edit rings of power #THESE TWO ARE KILLING ME #[SOFTLY AND BLOODY]

[coolbattlegirl]

Malleus is observing everyone’s dreams, right?

So… I might be wrong about this, but if he does see everything that’s going on, then that would mean that he most likely saw the whole, “Silver is the son of the person who killed my mother” thing.

But when he finally does manage to invade the dream, the only people that’s he furious at is the senate and his grandmother.

Of course, there is a possibility that Malleus couldn’t see what was going on since he didn’t exist in that dream yet.

But I like to think that if he saw the moment, he didn’t care about that (since it’s hard to miss something you never had) because Silver would always be his brother, no matter who his parents were 🥲

#twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #I’m not okay 😭 #these two are killing me #I need them to have more brotherly moments #malleus legit cursed everyone on the island cause of silver’s breakdown #if that ain’t brotherly love than what’s the point????? #I mean… for Lilia too but silvers the one who (unintentionally) convinced him #you guys don’t know how much chapter 7 has been haunting me

[this-blog-needs-a-new-name]

Ava’s thump being soft too 😭

#who missed that #i know i did #lol #the things i see #after a million views of rewatching #these two are killing me #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #warrior nun #warrior nun season 2 #save warrior nun #kty #kristina tonteri young #alba baptista

[street-of-mercy]

Fangfeng Bai & Xiao Yao ~ Xian Liu & Xiao Liu

Why not the neck? I used to be a man. Can it be the same now?

#lost you forever #长相思 #yang zi #tan jianci #xiang liu x xiao liu #I'm sorry but ALL THINGS THAT ARE HOLY #it's so heartbreaking and yet so hot jesus #these two are killing me

[booksandshowsandmovies-ohmy]

Ummm yes…hi. I would like to talk about how SOFT Tim’s voice is when he’s talking with Lucy in her apartment and he says that it doesn’t matter that he’ll be bored at the new job and that they’ll get to see each other everyday. Like, it makes me want to cry and die. This man. THIS MAN. *exasperated noise* It’s disgusting, I love it so much

#the rookie #chenford #its true love #these two are killing me #in the best way possible #I think I’ve replayed that part of the scene a billion times cause his voice and the he says it all is like crack #ughhhh

[plutoids-thoughts]

HELLO AGAIN!! another wip of the same piece haha!

I am really sick, like sinuses swollen and head swimming kinda sick so I’ve been out of commission this week and also all of my teachers decided to have a bunch of important assignments due this week and next week 😔😔so I will probably disappear for a couple days again bc everything is really hectic rn but I wanted to share my progress so…here lol. (This dtyis makes me cry 😭😭 BUT IN A GOOD WAY. I am being challenged. challenges are good 👍🏽👍🏽 I can feel my brain expanding)

#I am good I promise #my whole fam has been sick we are currently on our second bottle of DayQuil #DayQuil is so gross btw #my mother thinks I have pneumonia oops #um anyways #these two are killing me #love them #megop #transformers #wips galore

[heartofspells]

That’s it. I’m writing a Sirius/Benjy fic.

#that’s it that’s the post #it’s going to happen #these two are killing me #i think i might be in love #they’re in love #one of them is in love #same difference #peak relationship goals your honor

[showmethesneer]

"Nobody's ever got the nerve to be cheeky to a prince, except you. The moment you first called me a prick, my fate was sealed. O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of olde! Take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him."

-Henry in Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey Mcquiston

#only to be met with i'll take you apart with my teeth sweetheart #i faint #i swoon #these two are killing me #gay romance #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white and royal blue #casey mcquiston #liveblog of me reading

[thequeenofsastiel]

There are SO many things about this scene to love. First, the way you can just see Thi grow softer and softer the longer he gazes at Noey, thinking about all the things he loves about him. Second, the THINGS Thi loves about him! Everything that Noey has done to craft his image from the way he dresses and does his hair to the way he speaks(something that I also love, yay for learning Thai) enchant the hell out of Thi. One thing in romance stories that I don’t like is when you can never figure out exactly WHY the two people are in love. What do they like about each other? But with these two, the story lays it all out. In this moment, we see some of why Thi is so into Noey. The show wants us to understand what draws these two together.

I also love this part. Noey is trying to teach Thi how to defend himself, but then Thi gets lost in Noey’s eyes, so Noey goes Dom and shakes him out of it. But he can’t help the tiny smile that he gets after. He really enjoys how into him Thi is. Despite the fact that he’s still into Pam, he’s doing D/s with Thi, and, for most Doms, the adoration of a sub they vibe with is hella intoxicating. 

This has been your daily thequeenofsastiel losing it over Noeythi.

#I will knock you #noeythi #noeythi meta #my meta #thinoey #noey x thi #thi x noey #these two are killing me #rip thequeenofsastiel #noeythi brain rot

[dyrewrites]

Before Deluca -- they ruined my plans again

I remained in bed, coiled around warmed—but still deliciously cool—skin, until Lucient’s breathing eased enough to tell me he slept. The sun was high, burning painfully in my veins, and I wanted its gaze on me.

Of course, that was not my only reason for gingerly untangling from that beautiful man and scooting out of the bed. We needed to figure out where we were, and find something to eat besides ourselves.

However, even a careful study of them told me I couldn’t read the charts, and while I knew how to use a compass it wouldn’t matter much without a point of reference...and I didn’t know how to find that either. I’d have to let Lucient work out where we were, at night, by the stars as I’d suggested—even if I hadn’t made it in good faith, desiring only to keep him on me, it was a good suggestion.

But I could find food, in a manner of speaking. I knew how to fish and fish had blood, so perhaps—like any men stranded at sea—we could survive on what we could catch. Though that required something to catch them with, and there had been no poles in all the drawers or cabinets we checked.

So I went out on deck, seeking sun and, well, anything really that might allow me to lure and catch something pulsing with blood.

Bright, blue, and seemingly endless with the horizon hazing in every direction, the sea distracted—as she often did. Nothing broke the blended blue of sea and sky; no strips of land, no distant sails, no rocky fingers or cavernous, fiery eyes.

She had to have brought us there, recollection yet drowned in sweet ecstasy, I knew she had to. Storm or not we would have seen a ship the size of the Royal Moon on the horizon, its sails at the very least. Yet we were well and truly nowhere, our sails down—though we hadn’t lowered them. But there were no mountainous women about, smiling and studying.

And I would use that as an excuse not to put the dried shirt and breeches on. Bright as it was, burning inside me, the light of the sun felt as a hot caress on my skin and I basked in its touch, its heat, as I folded Lucient’s clothing up—setting it just inside the cabin—and searched the deck for fishing gear.

A thin compartment tucked into the bow held what I sought, if not in the shape I expected. The Hunter had clearly preferred a more violent approach to catching her meals than most sailors. It was a spear, or perhaps a harpoon—depending on how one looked at it—with a length of rope on the end. Far too long that spear, too wide it’s head, for small fish and I wondered then what things like that...that wolf-woman ate.

Hearts, they eat hearts and the word is ‘werewolf’, treasure, Lucient informed me, voice gentle in my thoughts, and thank you for the clothing.

“The sun is up,”I warned as I caught his figure in the cabin’s doorway, “but I may have a solution to our hunger problem.”

“Oh yes, fish,” he smiled at me from the door, clothed in shirt and breeches, “I heard you fretting.”

Trying one of his moves, I sped to the door and lifted him up—certain to step inside the cabin, to keep him safe—and laughed as he gasped and giggled before I asked, “Did I wake you, my love?”

“No,” he lied but with my raised brow, he smiled and told the truth, “You did, but I don’t mind, I need to decipher the charts. You didn’t find anything to help out there, did you, treasure?”

I set him down, but didn’t let him go, kissing his forehead instead, “Nothing useful for learning where we are, but I may know how we’re here.”

“There was a storm, wasn’t there,” he asked, eyes heavy, voice tired, “and we drifted, surely.” Shaking my head, smile too wide, I needn’t say anything before he sighed, “the Isle. We gave her a gift, she may have been trying to return the favor. Though why she didn’t just put us on our ship, I don’t—”

I took his cheeks in my hands and he swooned with my heat, and again with my lips on his, drawing me into a deeper kiss before I could pull away, “Never mind that, we’re here and she’s nowhere to be seen. But the charts can wait. You need to sleep.”

He scoffed and started to turn away, to refuse, and I brought him into another kiss, sinking into that cool tongue. And as he gripped the back of my neck, fingers digging into my hair, I picked him up again, savoring the quick snap of his legs around me. Carrying him the short distance to the bed, crawling with him until he was flush with the pillow, I laid him down and pulled free. He whimpered and pawed for a moment before he figured my plan and narrowed his eyes as I wrapped him in the blanket.

“Bête,” he muttered, snuggling into it, heavy eyes unable to keep open.

“Yes, but I am your beast, my love,” with another kiss to his forehead I left him to the bed and called back from the door, “and I want you to rest.”

As I left the cabin, closing it behind me, that rich, smooth voice caressed my thoughts, I love you.

I love you too, I sent back before demanding, now sleep.

Keep you thoughts quiet and I will, he teased, but no more followed.

Still I waited by the door for the heavier breaths of slumber before returning to the sun, the spear and the plan.

#writeblr #snippet #writing #novel #before deluca #these two are killing me

[percysriiptide]

Controversial opinion but : Kareem > Bruno

#ms marvel #ms marvel fanart #kamala khan #Kamala Khan fanart #artists on tumblr #art #artwork #digital art #digital illustration #drawing #fanart #these two are killing me #let us not push poc characters to only exist in relationships with yt ppl

[chekhovvs]

the canary is always meant to die. 

when the miners bring him down into the darkness, when he first breathes in the wet smell of the earth, he is already doomed. 

they're all waiting for him to fall.

they're all waiting for him to call out an ending.

when tango dies, he is alone. 

there is no one to warn him of the danger, the cruel glint of coal in the darkness ‐ he dies, and so you do too, and that is how you know. 

it had to happen this way.

because this is your curse, your undoing, the shape of which is familiar; but it was so much easier when it was just yourself it would hurt.

you know you have doomed him as you have always doomed yourself, but still tango takes your heart into his hands and builds you a home, and he loves you, he does, but you're still doomed. maybe tango just hasn't noticed yet.

(when the ranch burns, ash and soot and fire staining your lungs, you call out for tango, feel his heartbeat resonate in your chest, and your call is desperate and your call means danger, and tango is like brimstone in the dark night. you let his flames burn the skin off your fingers and you beg him to stay calm.)

no amount of love can cure you. both of you.

tango's rage is like fire in his bones and it is your voice that cools his blood. your song is that of terror, because you feel like you're losing him, like you're losing yourself; his revenge is eldritch, torn from the depths of the earth itself, and his laugh turns your heart to ice.

yet still he responds to your solemn call, a lonely echo, even when nobody else does.

no amount of love can cure you, yes, and your death haunts the edge of all your dreams, but tango gives you a place and a person to call home, and he never once doubts you, and he never once blames you.

such is your homecoming – a little ranch on a high mountain, the twin call of horns, the smell of ash and brimstone, and a man who treats you with nothing but kindness.

but at the end of the day, you are the canary in a coal mine, and when you stop singing, when your horn is lost – you know you are dead. such is your curse. 

so when you die, you are alone, and ever so far from home. it is a pointless death, a tragedy in futility, and you wonder how tango feels, miles away, feeling your life drain away. his life, too. you wish you could tell him you're sorry.

somewhere distant, you can feel tango's distress, his worry, and you wish, desperately, you could see your ranch once again.

you wish you could go home.

but at the end of the day, you are the canary in a coal mine, and it is your death that must alert the others, that spells out the ending, calls in an era of war.

you wish you could've been something other than the canary for once.

you wish tango were here.

(somewhere, tango watches a bird settle into the green branches of an old tree, and reaches out to it with a trembling hand.

but before he can touch it, it has already flown away, and he is alone.

he doesn't know what he expected.)

you're still here? 

it's over.

go home.

go.

#double life #trafficblr #double life smp #tangotek #team rancher #rancher duo #solidaritygaming #fanfic #these two are killing me #all the parallels in their story......

[leviathanswingman]

did you make your pact partner play a very elaborate dating game where the only options are to date you as different character stereotypes in differently styled wigs and your dummy thick useless scientist of a pact partner still assumed you did all of that to show off your various costume choices or are you normal

#obey me #asmodeus #solomon #these two are killing me #objectively this episode sucked major ass and this is how i cope

[this-blog-needs-a-new-name]

Is it just me or did Ava want to 😗😙😚😜

#sister beatrice #did not get the memo #lol #dammit #these two are killing me #avatrice #ava silva #warrior nun #warrior nun season 2 #warrior nun netflix

[uku-lelevillain]

#these two are killing me #mystery files #ryan bergara #shane madej #watcher entertainment