#One more for the road

[gameraboy2]

One More for the Road by John Burton Thompson Beacon Books B301, 1960 Cover by Clement Micarelli

Reference photo:

Karen Klaus Modern Man Magazine, June 1959 Photo by Mario Casilli

[sketch-twentytwo]

skip a beat; lie detector

[horseshoe-bay-ledger]

Literally everyone: Nancy no. Nancy: Nancy yes.

Bonus:

[jonasiegenthaler]

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What do you think of Jack and the ceiling here with him, after what he put on this season?

Just proud of him all around. How he handled himself the last few years, where he started where he’s at now. It’s definitely not easy, I know the kind of expectations you have, especially for him I think it was definitely a little bit more crazier than for me.

Just proud him. How he handles everything. The way he plays is just fun to watch. I just enjoy watching him play, enjoy playing with him and I just hope I’ll never play against him.

[fishfingersandscarves]

haalspawn norena based on that barry keoghan photoshoot

[mazzystar24]

Can’t believe we got an oasis reunion before proper s8 trailer

[slapthebass]

DIR EN GREY - TOUR24 MY BLOODY VAMPIRE

[andsmile]

i knew you'd come back to me (x)

[gumbleboy]

Visit to Zoro’s (Mihawk’s) House

[lordsmaf]

[pixlerelish]

Movie quotes that are printed on my DNA: Ghost Rider Edition

[miraclescrest]

"Pizza rolls are ravioli. Discuss."

[cobwebcorner]

Perhaps a continuation of weskennedy "you call this a date" but with prompt 4?

Hilarious if Wesker took Leon's advice and grabbed the one flower the government agent was allergic to.

Hmmm well it isn’t Valentine’s Day anymore, but I’ll give you this one because it’s a funny idea.

“Did you really think it would be that easy?” Leon stiffened at the sight of Wesker looming in his doorway. “I should have known you only caved so easily because you knew the target no longer had anything of value,” Wesker continued.

He glided into the room proper, prompting Leon to back off uneasily. He only had his knife on him, and Wesker had his hand behind his back--almost definitely hiding a gun.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Leon said. “Kozak’s files. Where have you hidden them?”

Leon cased the room from the corner of his eye, rapid-fire working out and discarding plans to use the nearby furniture against his opponent. He’d heard Wesker was superhumanly fast and strong, but maybe if Leon could just catch him off guard…

“You’re being awfully forward,” he playfully scolded, to buy himself time. “Didn’t I tell you--”

He cut off then because Wesker was moving, pulling the arm out from behind his back, and movement meant threat so strongly in Leon’s mind that he almost dove for cover before his eyes registered that Wesker was not carrying a gun. He had just pulled a bunch of velvety roses out and thrust them under Leon’s nose.

Leon took the bouquet without even thinking about it. He stared in disbelief at the flowers in his hands. The roses were a red so dark they verged on purple, intermingled with some little white flowers, and the stems were wrapped neatly in green plastic. It was exactly the kind of bouquet he would expect a man who always wore black to pick out.

Roses. Of course it was roses. An ominous little tickle started up in Leon’s nose.

“Flowers. As requested,” Wesker said. He was smirking. “Did you grab this from the stand downstairs?” Leon asked. “I haven’t bought flowers for anyone since the 80s. You should feel flattered.” “That depends. Are they going to grow thorn teeth and crush my skull in their maw?” “Such paranoia. They’re perfectly ordinary plants.” “Ah.” Pity, Leon thought, that ominous tickle working its way down his nose to his throat. “I’ve got to hand it to you, I had you figured wrong. Never imagined you would actually get me flowers,” Leon said. “Perhaps I’m considering a new set of interrogation tactics, since last time worked out so well.”

Wesker had slid into his personal space at some point and seemed perfectly happy to lounge there, uncomfortably close. Leon realized that he really ought to be backing off and drawing his knife. It was just hard to get his brain and body cooperating when the other man was looking at him like that.

The tickle evolved into harsh scratching at all the delicate soft tissues of his nose and throat. This was not helping his distraction. “It’ll take more than a kiss to make me give you anything,” Leon told him.

“Then it’s a good thing I had more than kissing in mind.” His hand found Leon’s jaw, applying gentle pressure. “If you’re good for me, I can be very good for y--”

He couldn’t hold it anymore. Leon lurched forward in a full-body sneeze, the stream of air and snot narrowly missing Wesker’s shoulder but still disrupting his evil seduction attempt. There was a moment when the two men stared at each other, Wesker looking cross and Leon almost sheepish.

“Is this a bad time to tell you I’m allergic to roses?” Leon asked. Wesker let out a very put-upon sigh, seized the bouquet, and tossed it out the open window.

“Hey,” Leon protested, weakly putting out a hand. That had been a really pretty bouquet. Even if it was making him sneeze. Usually, if he kept enough distance between himself and rose flowers, he could enjoy them without going into a fit. If Wesker hadn’t decided that the best way to deliver flowers was to shove them in someone’s face, he would be fine right now.

Another sneeze hit him, and then another, because Leon usually sneezed in clusters. The whole time he spent half bent over, torso twisted to one side so he didn’t cover Wesker in snot, his hair bouncing off Wesker’s elbow.

“Do you need some antihistamines before we can continue?” Wesker asked dryly.

“I’m--ah, sorry.” Another sneeze. “This could go on for a couple hours.” Wesker pulled away from him.

“Never mind, I already have what I need,” he grumbled. “Wh--then why were you trying to seduce the files off of me?” Wesker shot him a look like he was being dull on purpose. Oh. Huh. Leon watched Wesker hike a boot up on to the windowsill, feeling suddenly very off balance.

“Perhaps you want to request a specific flower for next time?”

Wesker asked. “One that won’t trigger an allergic response?”

Leon was almost positive Wesker was being sarcastic. This did not stop him from mentally scraping through the short list of flowers he could name. “I like daffodils.” The thin mouth twitched. Wesker turned away and followed the bouquet out the window with a graceful lunge. Now alone, Leon let himself melt into the wall and sniffle miserably. No kiss this time, and no flowers. Stupid allergies.

[riftdancing]

[combat-tv-show]

Saunders eye roll 😂

[somethingvinyl]