nola

✶ about me ✶

you can call me nola, im brazilian, 20y, i speak pt/eng

I'm not new to tumblr, my old account was banned

۶ৎ INTERESTS:

movies/shows

cabaret, the piano teacher, nymphomaniac 1&2, nosferatu, dead poets society, star wars, secretary, bones and all, the dreamers, moonrise kingdom, ginger snaps, possession, jennifer’s body, buffalo ‘66, the passenger, zero day, dinner in america, juno, lisa Frankenstein…i’m a picky cinephile, i like too many movies to list them all here, but you can follow me on letterboxd.

hannibal, pretty little liars, interview with the vampire, american horror story, yellowjackets, twin peaks, criminal minds, stranger things, the walking dead, nana and etc.

ships

hannigram, jegulus, clegan (masters of the air), superbat, valaerion, lottienat, mistynat, pandalily, rosekiller, wolfstar, dorlene, bartylily, radioapple, caldre, byler, targacests, anderperry, and etc

music

ethel Cain, linkin Park, deftones, limp bizkit, pierce the veil, nirvana, florence and the machine, and taylor swift, gracie abrams, sabrina carpenter, melanie martinez, lana del rey, flylaef, korn, the neighborhood, arctic monkeys, Jeff buckley, radiohead, and etc.

books

dystopia, thrillers, dark academy, horror, dark romance and romances. my favorite book at the moment is “The Secret History” by donna tartt, (i ship henry and richard insanely) and my favorite pastime is reading pathetic gays on ao3

۶ৎ warnings:

DNI: racist, nazi, fascist, transphobia, homophobic, hetslop or similar crap.

I don't care if you send me a message on dm but if you're of legal age. under 18 years old stay away pls

✦︎ NOT TCC ✦︎ I find criminal cases interesting and I’m familiar with them, but I’m not part of any related community — I’m interested in them purely from an academic perspective. I’m especially interested in psychology and criminology.

59,1k words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85122846/chapters/226918001#workskin

Plot:

Then Aerion opened his eyes in the middle of the song, and it was as if something invisible pulled his attention directly toward Valarr, as if he felt it, as if he recognized his presence even in the middle of that chaotic crowd. Their violet eyes met instantly, and the world seemed to stop. Valarr felt his breath fail, his heart slamming so hard it hurt. For a second — just one second — Aerion looked surprised, shocked, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. But then his expression changed; his jaw tightened slowly, his eyes became sharper, colder, more dangerous, and Valarr felt it cut through his chest like a knife, because Aerion wasn’t looking at him with love, nor longing, nor relief — he was looking at Valarr with rage, pure hatred. Even across the crowd, Valarr could see the way Aerion’s breathing shifted slightly, how his fingers tightened around the microphone, while the music continued and the crowd screamed, but in that moment it felt like only the two of them existed, and Valarr realized something devastating: Aerion truly believed he had been betrayed.