#Ezra Miller

[robbieeramirez]

Woah guys woah wtf woah

Why do they look so similar (they could 2 man me)

[thoughtkick]

I am very much in love with no one in particular.

Ezra Miller

[akajustmerry]

once a week i think about how dc films canned a fully completed batgirl film made by filmmakers of colour, threw out the superman franchise plans with henry cavill AND delayed aquaman 2 indefinitely due to amber heard's trial and mamoa's activism........but the same dc films also took care to adjust The Flash's reshoot schedule to accommodate [checks notes] ezra miller's evasion of court and arrest for the abduction of a child and family.

[dazedvivenne]

KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN- METAMORPHOSIS

Short summary: The start of a new year, with the modified appearance of most.

The first day of Gladstone high after the summer break was chaos. Students roaming the hallways in groups of people, trying to navigate their way to their classes with the mystery of who will be in that class with them.

The tall wan teenager walked into the fulled classroom, his dark eyes examining where to sit without getting noticed.

The lanky boy made his way to a seat in the back beside a girl he hadn’t recognized before. Sitting in the chair beside her, attempting to ignore her presence.

However the scent of cinnamon drove him wild, it wasn’t strong but just enough to itch his skin. He couldn’t tell if he found the fragrance pleasant or unpleasant.

Kevin’s eyes drifted to the girl beside him, she seemed to have a more relaxed demeanour. Her head turned to the window, enticed in her thoughts.

Kevin’s eyes shifted to her thighs, her skirt riding up just enough to show a good proportion of her thighs. Kevin felt the sudden urge to grip her thighs, creating a reminiscent of something that didn’t exist but Kevin could picture it.

His hand moved from his side, the chairs were close enough to the point of his manspread legs touching her knee innocently.

Kevin’s finger tips tapped her thigh. The girl beside him quickly became alerted at look at Kevin with wide eyes. Why was he touching her?

Kevin doesn’t look her way but he can feel her gaze constantly glancing at his hand then back at his face.

He smirks as his fingers trail up to the flesh of hee thigh. Resting his hand on her thigh.

“Kevin Khatchadourian?” The teacher calls out for attendance. The pair hadn’t noticed that the teacher had already started the attendance list.

Kevin raised the hand off of her thigh, “Here.” His deep voice felt echoed in the silent room.

Once the teacher acknowledged him, he slowly lowered his hand to his side. Not bothering to give you any attention as you stared at him.

Had you noticed him since last year? He had went through puberty during that summer. His sharp boyish look became more apparent after puberty. No longer having the youthful appearance.

His jaw became sharper, the most noticeable part about his appearance. His lips plump without chapstick they became dry, always dry.

Kevin’s head turned to yours. His eyes smitten by the dewy charm in your appearance, the gentle look in your eyes made him feel something in his stomach. Was it utter disgust or adoration.

He knew the feeling of disgust, this wasn’t disgust. This was something new, but he hadn’t ever found something this attractive to the point of feeling something about it.

Of course he used to find Laura Woolford attractive. But that was middle school, when everyone found the same girl attractive but never went for her.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” The teacher called out of the list of attendance. The teachers eyes darted up to see a students raised hand.

Kevin watched as you raised your not, not a single word leaving your lips.

Kevin felt revelation of now knowing who you were. You were the girl he once used to call, “Poltroon.” Somehow he got every student in the school to call you that.

He couldn’t believe how much you had changed physically. Yet you stayed the same with the aberrance of your presence.

Kevin bite his lip for a moment, his head returning to face the front of the class with annoyance.

He couldn’t find you attractive. You were pathetic and spiritless. But you just looked so angelic.

Kevin’s jaw clenched with vexation. His fist tightening into a tight ball. Resisting the urge to force you bent over the table.

This was going to be a long school year.

[donniefrankdarko]

Behind the scenes of ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’

[alinahdee]

BOYCOTT THE FLASH

[noartificialfruitjuice]

I realized this is late as hell but I made art for @legacy-rebelsfanzine I usually sign up for zines to low key participate in the fandom spaces that I love. I lurk way too much but I love getting out of my comfort zone to make pieces.

[perfectquote]

I am very much in love with no one in particular.

Ezra Miller

[thoughtkick]

I am very much in love with no one in particular.

Ezra Miller

[popclture]

We Need To Talk About Kevin (2011)