otp: now you tell me

I bet I’m not the only one, right ? ;)


westallen + tv tropes

i want my beloved to be happy


our love was made for movie screens

They make me want to punch a wall with how precious they are


30 day otp challenge
Day 4: on a date 

sugakookie - eating burgers on the playground at night @saltyauntsuga
kookiemonster - watching sunrise by the beach @bfmoni

The world shrank, and grew, and came to life.
⤿ created for @greenopalus. text from @piedrpiper’s “come to me”.


rin isn’t the best at being subtle

i firmly believe in friendship between a woman and a man. i also thought, up until today, that i was only friends with this guy from my class. and yet here i am, developing feelings towards him. and it genuinely upsets me??? me @ me: how dare you??? i didn’t ask for these feelings??? i was fine™. we were doing fine, being just friends. casual and all.


OTP: Frond Of The View.🌴

anonymous asked:

Headcanons -> Andrew Minyard gives top notch rim jobs

okay this is literally my swamp. i 100% agree. also i’m putting this under a read more bc it got long and i’m sorry

let’s start with rimjobs having 0 relation to his trauma and they’re all about giving pleasure without receiving harm (unlike blowjobs where you get your mouth fucked) but still more intimate and let’s face it, better than just a handjob

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I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.


andreil + facetiming
by francis and sur

“What’s up Josten?” Andrew says, voice tinny though the microphone on the phone. They have the newest iPhone 6, since they succumbed to the foxes pestering of their out-dated flip phones. This way they could video chat, or at least that was Neil’s way of convincing Andrew the expense was worth it.

Neil couldn’t really tell where Andrew was through the tiny picture given to him from Facetime, but it was clear he was not at his hotel in Seattle, the city where his pro team was playing tomorrow night.

“Why are you not in your hotel, getting ready for bed?” Neil finally replies, done studying the background of the city behind Andrew.

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I guess I’m done. And we never happened.

I’m not one for words, but they’re coming now. I don’t believe in fate, or destiny, or horoscopes but… I can’t say I’m surprised things turned out this way. I always felt there was something kind of pulling me back to darkness. Does that make sense? But I wasn’t allowed a real life, or a real love. That was for normal people. With you, I thought, ah. May be, just may be. But I know now that was a false glimmer. I’m used to those. They happen all the time in the desert. But this one got to me. And here’s the thing. This death, this end of me is exactly what should have happened. I wanted the darkness. I fucking asked for it. It has me now. So don’t put a star on the wall for me. Don’t say some dumb speech. Just think of me as a light on the headlands, a beacon, steering you clear of the rocks. 

I l o v e d you.

Yours, for always now,


Christ, I’d sell out the nation, for I have been saddled with the murder of you.