#bsoup

And so Jayce leaned down and kissed him, right on the broad, smooth plane of the Herald’s mask. There were no lips there to receive him, but the metal warmed nonetheless, and they both swooned just a little—a momentary, heady lack of gravity—because for Jayce this was Viktor and for Viktor this was Jayce, and that was all that mattered in the end.  It wasn’t perfect, but it was pretty damn close. 

💎⚾🦋

i would sell every bone, limb, and organ i could possibly live without to play a third butterfly soup or have the chance to re-experience butterfly soup for the first time, i am unwell.

AKARSHA STAND UP . why is she being trapped under the loser lesbian aura my god let someone save you please

for the last two imagine the cat is a dog. or be like me and be a diya cat lover truther (who also still very much loves dogs. i am not projecting you stop that)

if i revert to buttsoup addiction im cooked cus it has 10 people and hope in the fandom. TEN.