#LOOK AT HIS LIPS

[wildsaltair]

in a better world, he’s my beloved husband

[minorflower]

Hi daddiest

[gramasfave]

Liam’s aura screams, I don’t know them, but they know me. 🚬

[writingkitten]

Pretty boy

[jesuistrestriste]

H I HELLO UR THE REALEST PERSON EVER BC I ALSO WANT TO PEG LEON UNTIL HE HAS TO TAKE A PREGNANCY TEST JUST TO BE FUCJIN SURE !!! THERES NOT ENOUGH SUB LEON CONTENT ON GOT!!!!!!

YUUUPPP !!! YUPP! ☝️ so so real.

i’ve honestly wanted to branch out from j writing for mike faist bc i have so so many dirty nasty filthy thoughts about sub!leon s kennedy that i need to get off my dome

do i do it HEHE

— nsfw below —

also look at this pic i found. i need to suck him off

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

GQ Magazine - 2021

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[cityzenchick]

Just sayin' ....... (incase you hadn't noticed!!) 😍

[xynoford]

i jus wanna fuck joel’s face ssoooo bad

[gaykarstaagforever]

Any time you feel bad, look at this picture of Daughtry

He's sad but he's still tough.

Maybe YOUR love can save him...

[calvincell]

Ever since I’ve been a kid, I’ve always been baffled by how sincerely popular & beloved E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial (1982) was & still is. I personally could never get past the fact that I thought ET was always ugly as sin & not in an endearing ugly-cute way like a pug or a sphinx cat might be considered but just flat out unpleasant to look at. Despite Spielberg’s best efforts, all of the sweet & maudlin moments in the film glanced off of me like a dustbunny thrown at a Sherman tank because I was fundamentally just repulsed by ET himself & thought he’d be a better fit for an alien horror film than cuddly lil’ creechur.

[fantastic-nonsense]

Wicked Act 2 is only a tragedy for Elphaba and Glinda. It's a Grade A comedy for everyone else

[faiell]

Relax, Potter. Don’t you trust me?

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[psybrepunk]

Once again thinking about this photo of Brent Spiner in the makeup chair for TNG because maybe it's just me but this is a modern renaissance painting.

[something-tofightfor]

This man was literally sculpted from marble by the hands of the gods i SWEAR.

Pedro Pascal by Kevin Scanlon