You're Not A REAL Emo Until Your Birthday Is Tied To The Death Of A Wrinkly Old Racist Fuck Sorry :/

Hob might be immortal but he's going to get a heart attack soon

Vogue Italia, 1991

By Patrick Demarchelier

Sheryl Lee & Lorna MacMillan | Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me

Photo from the protests in Iran over the murder of Mahsa Amini. (Source)

(Can someone translate the text in this photo? I'd like to add a caption but I don't know what it says and I can't paste it into a trasnation app.)

Edit: thanks everyone who's added a translation!! I've reblogged it a couple times with the translations but I'll add one here to the original post too (thanks @pineapplecrispy!)

“Dream” Hob hums, airy and soft.

The way he says it is so full of wonder and marvel. It’s hard to ignore, it’s hard to not pay attention. Even if he really shouldn’t.

“What is it?” Morpheus asks back, aiming for stern but ending up with something all too soft.

“Nothing really” Hob grins, eyes glinting in that special way of his, full of life and joy. “Can’t a man enjoy using the name of his dear friend?”

There’s an air about him, like he’s teasing, but not quite. “Now that he knows it, that is” he adds coyly, smiling into his beer mug as he drinks.

To this, Morpheus finds he has no good answer, at least not one that wouldn’t sound rude where he doesn’t want it to be. 

So he relents, looking down at Hob’s hands, then up through his eyelashes, right at him.

“Of course. You may use my name at any time you’d like, Hob Gadling.” he says, lips curling and eyes narrowing, feeling more than a little pleased when Hob’s Adam’s apple jumps as he swallows too fast, coughing lightly.

“Huh.” Hob puts the mug down, absentmindedly touching his ear, looking at Morpheus with eyes that look thoughtful “Of course, Dream.” he lowers his tone at the name, looking at him with easy confidence. 

The husky undertones set a shiver down Morpheus’ spine.

He really shouldn’t. However…

Morpheus’ gaze flicks to Hob’s lips before returning to his eyes, judging by the gleam in them, Hob had definitely noticed.

Well then. Morpheus thinks, tilting his head as he observes his friend. 

They both are smiling at each other, as they often do. 

gabi abrão

thinking about when I think of myself dead and when charles bukowski said

‘somebody will have to throw 

my clean and dirty underwear 

away.’

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according to the screenshots tao is a certified film nerd, unless we are in elle’s room then we stan a queen