Here comes the boy~

Hello boy~

welcome~

There he is~

He is here~

12:45 — cover by ateez wooyoung

JAMIE  CAMPBELL  BOWER  on  the  tonight  show  with  jimmy  fallon. ➜  02/08/22.

NO ROLLS BARRED PROFILES → sullivan beau brown

“i’m not very funny. not a very funny guy. very serious. i’m a very good player of board games though, which is why i’m here.”

do it for him (celebrimbor)

Will there be a Maccready post this smutober?

He's on the 13th! So, he's coming up pretty soon here 😁

i want tasm!peter to call me smartass, affectionately

"This is Rosie, the most darling, delightful, and dangerous Overlord this side of the Pentagram."

"Oh, always such a charmer."

a party of very mature adults

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

you know what fuck it we’re doing dadstarion

I love the difference between Pen and Colin. She’s loved him for years, silently but unwavering. While he’s just come to the realisation that somewhere along the line he’s fallen completely head over heels for her and he is UNHINGED about it. All I’m saying is Colin wouldn’t last a minute in the asylum where they raised her.

That one wizard from that one game and his cat 🔮✨

the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.

in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.

a brozone blast from the past (also sorry for making it emo at the end😇)