ok i understand the appeal of buddie slowburn but…isn’t the whole thing a slowburn already? sorry for wanting to see their established relationship MAKE OUT ALREADY

wait for me (original poetry) | buddie

did not see buddie confirmation on a random monday in april happening but here we are!

oh baby im pulling for eddie diaz every time. eddie diaz and his big brown eyes, his cunty behavior, single dad neuroses and iron-fisted self control… well he has bewitched me, body and soul, and i love, i love, i love him.

though the movie might be cancelled, yuri on ice will live forever in our hearts. thank you yoi fandom, it's been real ♡

passenger princess eddie diaz

i've been waiting so long / to be where i'm going

me after sleeping ljke shit for the 10,497th day in a row: this is good actually because now i'll be really tired when i go to bed tonight

better safe than starry eyed fucks soo hard

buck and eddie screaming for each other

you know you’re a fucking loser when you’re most excited about the edits that are gonna come out of this album

so the tortured poets department is already byler coded (i’m on the second song)

wake up will byers nation !!!!!!

The desert in STRANGER THINGS 4 created by The Duffer Brothers

Hannibal s3e12 "The Number of the Beast Is 666" | s3e13 "The Wrath of the Lamb"

I am reminded of a film about a young man who comes upon a rat in the streets of Paris. This rat is special; he has been gifted with a talent for the culinary arts. He transcends his station as vermin. Yet he is cursed to live a half life, his greatest talent confined to the kitchen in which he will never be welcome. Yet he strives to live; he conducts himself through the young man, concealed within the chef’s toque. The man becomes marionette to the rat - yet the rat himself is puppet to the whims of his own ability, unable to find significance in the simplicity of his species’ station. In the end, it is only the food which escapes the cruel influence of obligation. It is constituted not by what it must do, but only by what it has always been. Tell me, Will, are you the rat? The young man, controlled? Or are you, perhaps… the food?