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Ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary peeps,

The King is back. ❤

The way he drags him back to shower him with affection. Please help, they’re so precious T_T

Is this a fight or a football match like damn

They are being really aggressive...

Nice have lost their fucking minds. Literally tackling us every single time our boys touch the ball. Chill the fuck out you crazies.

“It is only once in a while that you see someone whose electricity and presence matches yours at that moment.”

— Charles Bukowski // Once in a while

reblog to give fic writers a gentle kiss on the forehead

Namjoon's to-do list: dance with his baby | for @taehyungsupremacy

(cr. Namuspromised, jinminkookss)

I joined Tumblr again for football but now I am fangirling over this man even though I know nothing about him or formula 1

The fact that out of everything else people focus on skin of one of the best football players in the world I-...

Acne, hyperpigmentation, scars, texture are all completely normal (coming from someone who has a set, good skincare routine and I still have all of these)

I know it may not have had a bad intention but such an uneccessary comment in this situation and in general.

Normalize not having perfect filter like skin in real life.

I love kyky but he has to invest in good skin care

His skin is fine. I never really get why people are so invested in the perfect skin. I never even noticed before you pointed out. Besides he's what twenty three, who even expects perfect skin from a twenty three year old.

Is this what happiness looks like?

“fuck you” and one of them replying “fuck me yourself you coward”

They’ve only been traveling together a dozen years or so, barely any time at all, and Yusuf is still fairly confident that he hates this man beside him.

Andromache, when she finds them, insists that they are no longer enemies. That they are now as good as family. But she hasn’t known Nicolo as long as Yusuf. She couldn’t possibly understand how insufferable he is. How he carries himself all holier-than-thou, standing tall, chin raised, with his hand loosely draped over the hilt of his sword. How he speaks in clipped, measured sentences even when Yusuf attempts to engage with him in his native tongue. And how he stares, won’t stop staring even after Yusuf catches him.

Andromache leaves them, but only after making them each promise aloud, “I will not kill him.”

Shortly after she is gone, they are accosted by bandits on the road.

Yusuf stands at Nicolo’s back. He may hate this man but he has resolved that he will never abandon or betray him. Together, moving as if of one arm, one body, they cut down their enemies.

As they stand among the corpses, heaving from the strain of the fight, they glance at each other. A moment passes. Yusuf looks away, looks back. Nicolo continues to stare.

He hasn’t lowered his sword.

“Do you wish to fight me, Nicolo?”

“Do you?” Nicolo says.

Yusuf hasn’t lowered his scimitar, either. “You first.”

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