Like, just look at this:

look, maybe he was a bit out of line for that BUT STILL.

OH AND WHAT ABOUT THIS!!!?!

THE GUY DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING. He just looked at dean, smirked like an asshole, turned Dean on, and DIDNT DIE.

WHAT AN ICON

Detail of the painting "Lagarteran Bride" (1912) by Joaquín Sorolla y Batista, Spanish painter.

There's only one option I can't kill the pain so I must kill myself (―Kim Hyesoon, Face of Rhythm)

Esperant els nuvis [Waiting for the bride and groom], painted around 1910 by the Mallorcan artist Pilar Montaner de Sureda.

I can't stop thinking about Martirio representing Lorca to some degree, his own desires, especially if you take into account that they both had an illness that tormented them: Lorca in the early years of his life, isolated, obscured from the world in his paternal house, and Martirio in what should have been the heyday of her youth, molding away, muddling her days under Bernarda's iron grip. They both have an unquenchable thirst for life, but they fall short in regards to everything it has to offer. Lorca writes about lovers long gone; most of his poems are molded by ambivalence about whether his own feelings were reciprocated and ultimately defined by tragedy.

TW: Talks of cannibalism

i know vampires are technically canniblistic as they drink blood but I’ve got this headcanon about the Sakamakis.

The headcanon is that once a bride dies they are eaten.

Like Reiji would be like Hannibal Lecter and actually cook them up as 5 star meal worthy and feed them to his brothers for the monthly dinner parties.

They are all aware it’s the bride that recently passed away but they don’t care: