i was tagged by @hrmion thank youu  ♡

nickname: jas. sign: aries. height: 175cm. last thing i googled: apple iphone 14 pro 512gb space black (apparently it’s now my job to organize birthday gifts for my boss’s son lol). song stuck in my head: million dollar man - ldr. amount of sleep:5h. dream job: astronaut tbh thats why all my sims are astronauts. movie/book that summarizes you: addie larue/dorian gray as i too would sell my soul to live forever and stay beautiful. favorite song: muse - madness.  favorite instrument: drums. aesthetic: winter, snow blindness, darkness at 4pm, facenumbing cold, this right now really is my time.  favorite author: brandon sanderson. random fun fact: when I eat too much gluten (like pasta three days in a row) I get a horrible runny nose it’s the worst

tagging: @maethril  @pistaschio @rhaenyrahightower @cresents @tyrellmargaery @laurennbacall @skyvalkers @cosmoqal @poscidon @rhacnyras

small soft!husband miguel concept who loves being married to his woman

miguel hates taking out his wedding band when he’s out on a mission. he hates it. he tried once to leave it on but nearly caught in a heart attack when it almost slipped off his ring finger. he tried wearing it around his neck with a silver chain but it bothered him too much. others suggested to just keep it secured in his desk but he only shot them a glare as if it was the easiest thing. how could he? he feels like a part of him is lost without it because that ring is a symbol of his love to you and vice versa. you giggled when you see the look of distress on your husband about it and he looks quite offended by you laughing and say “it’s not funny, baby!” hearing that would just make you laugh even harder and plant him a kiss on the lips before answering, “i can’t help it, you’re too adorable”

so you suggested one that you think would calm him down. to tattoo each other’s initials on your ring fingers, in place of a wedding band. and you’ve never heard a man agree so fast.

and boy he loves it. that way, when he’s out saving people he wouldn’t have to worry anymore because he’s got his whole world tattooed on his ring finger. the wedding band would be locked securely in his working desk.

a routine that he soon develops is after he’s suited up and ready to on board on a mission, he would eye your initial on his ring finger for a while with a smile before placing a kiss on top of it and murmurs “be home soon, mi amor” to remind him that no matter what, his home will always be someone and that is you.

little does he know, you’re doing the same thing 🤍

it doesn’t fully hit chuuya that he misses dazai until winter hits and the cold that touches his skin feels achingly familiar but still not close enough to the way no longer human would flood his senses with relief whenever dazai used to touch him and he realizes that no cold breeze could ever replicate that feeling or satisfy his restless soul the way the chill of Dazai’s touch could

Elemental (2023)

God I hate gay people

diy leg brace

mxtx-tober 23: devotion

hualian ∞

dokyeom is.. beautiful!

> vid credit: @namchyoon ♡

Merry Christmas From Manchester United 🎅❤️️

When the Lamb holds him,

Narinder’s heart beats with the antithesis of pain. The unfamiliar rhythm batters his ribcage because this freedom, too, is a prison. The shackles, forged by his own debilitated hand at the threshold of opportunity, dance to someone else’s divination. He taught his Lamb this choreography: evade every absolution of your Odyssean carnage, crush their impiety beneath your cloven steps. Plunge your blade into flesh until it coats your borrowed claws, and eat of it. Collect the liquid life draining from their veins; this too is our blood, so drink from it.

Those curved horns and sharpened teeth, unforgiven enterprise beneath a woolen cloak, mark a beast of his own creation. To which stars does he owe his fate? He lives in the cracked space between the bars built to confine him. Loving like this rhymes with every broken promise he’s fallen for. Nevertheless, he buries himself into them and whispers back every lie. Now, he dreads neither the silence nor the truth. He weaves his reflection into this new god who, despite bearing his crown, makes him fall to his knees.

Neither of them need to sleep, but they make this communion a nightly ritual, if only to have tangible proof that– as their twisted horns meet fleece and his fur covers the ghosts of skeletal limbs– a hard-fought peace accompanies their coupled immortality, serene as the night that embraces them.

It is a mercy that his unspoken salvation passes his lips as a rumbling lullaby, purring a prayer known only to him.

NEEDED to see juice wayne in this outfit

15 years

wishing a happy bday to saburo 🎉

i <3 my fictional son