I love Obkk very much and I'm ready to talk about it all day long. I adore them so much, you can't even imagine how much. I love them like my sons, they make my life full of meaning. 😭
Unfortunately, I don't have time to draw now, but I managed to make a sketch. Yeey.
mint mint mint! there's a fic like the soul mate thing that i remember that i am gonna find again for you 🫡 it was either a bakugo or shoto fic but i remember it was good not as yandere but good
Please send me movie recommendations , the wilder the better (but no SA please). I need to break out of my watching habits rut. I want to watch stuff that I’m not used to, that might blow my mind and get me excited again.
steven buckingham had an uncanny resemblance to beau carnegie. except he carried himself differently, the line of his shoulders sharper, his eyes sterner, hair pushed back off his brow, making his whole face leaner. and while beau may have been attending the party to win trust with the host in order to replace his father's edward hopper painting with a forgery stevie had been invited by his new best friend to meet a few more of his inner circle. and whereas beau would have been sipping champagne, stevie was knocking back the last of his bourbon and not even showing how much it burned his throat.
matt moreau was an obnoxious asshole but when he slapped beau's shoulder with a sharp greeting, beau just let out a lazy grin, and thought about how much money the oaf was going to earn him. the trick to conning people involved with big, powerful crime families is never let them know how you truly feel; and beau was a master of masking how much matt made his skin crawl. matt's bloodshot brown eyes studied his face, and for a moment beau expected him to speak, but then his gaze slipped past him, and he watched the man's face face light up with a cruel smirk as he saw someone else to focus on. beau found himself being turned by a strong shoulder pressing into the small of his back.
" Ah! " matt barked, " You made it. Come over here, darling, I want you to meet my buddy Stevie. " beau yielded to matt's firm touch, and tuned; but the moment he laid eyes on who was being summoned, he froze. she looked flawless, as always, and suddenly the hand on his back was suffocating. pasha. he fought to keep his breathing regular, but his less than gracious host had noticed his stiffness, and let out a sharp laugh, slapping his back again before his hand finally, thankfully, slid away. " She's pretty isn't she? " he didn't respond, and felt warm breath on his neck as matt leaned in to whisper in his ear, " She's a handful though. " then he moved past him to greet pasha, beautiful and glaring. and beau's face fell, his eyes pleading with her - don't say a word.