HES SO

currently frothing at the mouth my goodness

don't wake me up

EMERGENCE😇

Please excuse me while I lose my absolute shit over this video!

I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO TALK ABOUT THE PLAYLIST

I’m so confused on what the addition of sugar could possibly mean, def gonna consider the cocaine theory tho 💀

So Sleep Token YT created a Arcadia playlist containing: Emergence, and Sugar (!). This is no mistake.

My secret game theory is hereby confirmed:

It’s really about Vessel battling the aftermath of his World of Warcraft + Cocaine addiction.

Case closed, mystery solved

𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔑𝔞𝔫𝔬? ℜ𝔢𝔡 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔟? 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢? 𝔖𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡? 𝔅𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰

Con Clavi Con Dio (Milwaukee 2023)

Christmas sketch :)))

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

“Go ahead and wrap your arms around me”

PSA

If you're cold, they're cold. Bring them inside.