#STUNNING MEN

[loveintensely]

Jonathan Bailey photographed by Mark Seliger for the Vanity Fair Oscar Party, Portrait Studio, March 2024🔥❤️‍🔥☄️

Best of photoshoots of Jonny in 2024.

[cy-lindric]

Anyway yesterday night I had a front row seat for the new Les Mis production at the beautiful Théâtre du Châtelet with some of my dearest friends and I don't think I'll ever be normal again tbh

[demi-romantics]

Can I just say that I truly appreciate alloaro cis men? I love how extremely valid they are and how incredibly uniquely queer their existence is!

[bearnakedbaker]

REDS

[sun-god-rising]

except that’s on all of us.

[world-of-celebs]

Kate Beckinsale attends the GQ Men of the Year Awards at Tate Modern on September 5, 2018 in London, England

[gothamite-rambler]

Nightwing: I am Nightwing! In the name of the moon, I shall punish you! I will right wrongs and triumph over evil—and that means you!

Batman (from a distance, mystified): WHAAAAT?!

Red Hood (enthusiastically supporting his brother): Woo! Anime!

Batman (more confused than ever): Why do you know what he's talking about?!

Nightwing (getting ready to fling his boomerang escrima stick): Moon Tiara Magic!

Nightwing launched the weapon straight at the Riddler’s face, sending him crashing to the ground.

Riddler: Ow! Why did I just stand there?!

Batman approached Nightwing, who was striking a dramatic pose, then eagerly pointed at the defeated villain. Batman shifted his gaze from his son to the Riddler and then up to the sky.

Batman (covering his face): I'm getting too old. Did you pull this nonsense when you subbed for me?

Nightwing: Yes. Yes, I did!

Batman groaned, clearly unwilling to dig any deeper. He walked over to the Riddler and simply began dragging him by his left leg.

Nightwing: Sometimes I shouted out Yu-Gi-Oh terms!

Batman: Stop referencing Japanese cartoons I've haven't watched in years!

Nightwing: This is why I have to show them to Robin!

[pierbiiiiii]

Do you want to dominate me or you want to be my submissive slut baby

Send me a DM on telegram @Pierbi_00

[loveintensely]

Jonathan Bailey for British Vogue, January 2025🔥😍❤️‍🔥✨.

📸: Ben Weller

[blackisdivine]

[krumpkin]

This is a Breitling Premier Bentley Centenary Watch. I think it looks stunning 😊

[poppet-seed]

"What the f*** are you doing..?"

Uh oh- More pretty boy, but this time he's a little flustered 😳🤭💚

Made for the lovely @skopostheorie 💚

[bearnakedbaker]

First time

[world-of-celebs]

Elizabeth Hurley at The GQ Men of the Year Awards at the Royal Opera House on September 2, 2008 in London, England. 

[queertealover]

Love him in the comics.

[sergeantwoods]

oh lord. i forgot tumblr existed. my my. i forgot cod existed lmao anyways i was looking back at my old writing and i found some dope ass nikprice soooo here u go

—-

he doesn’t know what drew them together.

a small; simple ripple, causing a much larger wave, cascading down on them.

he supposes that will do, for now.

—

the first time they met, there wasn’t much time for introduction.

heaving, shuddering breaths, obnoxious gunfire, too much yelling and pain to realise, oh.

oh.

and when they had the time to acknowledge each other, it was over pained laughs, reassuring words, and too cold air nipping at their cheeks. at their words.

wasn’t much of a conversation; pain overcoming senses, and out like a light switch, he was. no time for a warning.

just with a bang.

bang.

————

next time they met, it was with a stilted greeting.

they hadn’t met on their own accords, just over work, as comrades, as pilot and lieutenant.

they didn’t know each other. just from a near-death encounter that was quick enough to not share any words of.

a small mission. to work together.

to get to know each other.

and, oh.

oh.

what a lovely person, he came to realise. not riddled with guilt, or shame. just love, confidence, happiness.

he could’ve been jealous. pitiful.

but all he felt was adoration.

he never knew he could feel that during the midsts of war.

that love; a fickle thing, could blossom in the thick of war. in these trying times, that something as delicate, as beautiful as love, could form from shared laughs over small fires in the depth of the night.

seeing each other making it out missions, unscathed, and the feeling of pure joy with being around him.

he didn’t know someone could feel such happiness associated with a single person.

it made him ache.

———

he laughed over the messed up english, over the frustrated words uttered in russian.

yet, a small smile always lit up his face.

his perfect, beautiful face.

can something; someone, be so beautiful?

it’s not fair.

the way he wants to reach out, grab his wrist. just hold his hand. he doesn’t know how to explain it. watch as the golden sunlight catches his sleeping, peaceful face while he rests.

the way the gunfire around them light his brown eyes into a beautiful orange, glistening with mad happiness.

and oh.

oh.

———

he watches the man as he sits at the plastic table comfortably. a coffee in his hand, legs splayed out in front of him. eyes closed, allowing his other senses to deepen in the morning light.

here the lieutenant watches, from the other side of the table.

he wants to brush his finger across the fair skin of his face, wants to let him know how much he loves.

his heart aches in an angry longing.

he lets it ache, just for now, in this moment, as he watches the one he wants, in the dewy light of dawn.

———

all good things come to an end.

anyone like him would know that.

he can’t stop himself from sobering at the thought.

so, here he stands, on the rough tarmac. his boot cladden feet scratch against the ground. a nervous buzz thrums throughout his body.

they’re waiting to see off the chimera.

it takes a few more minutes, a heavy weight beginning to lay on his chest, making his breath stutter a few times.

when they finally arrive, he can’t see him.

he sets his jaw.

that’s ok. not everything works out.

but you never got to say goodbye.

the lieutenant watches as his captain converses with an officer.

then he sees him.

his eyes were dark.

his shoulders drooped, as if some invisible force was weighing down on his shoulders.

a wave of sympathy hits the lieutenant.

the man didn’t deserve to look so sad, so defeated.

but, he watched as the pilot slowly looks up, and meets his eyes.

relief and joy replaces the sullen look casted upon his face.

the lieutenant watched as the taller man strutted towards him, the usual confident sheen now back.

“lieutenant,” came the cheeky greeting of the man, and he felt enamored. a sense of pride filled himself, at being able to capture the pilots attention.

“nikolai.”

his reply was quieter, and what meant to sound happy and glad, came out as raw and sorrowful.

nik’s response to the tone was immediate.

his lips pursed, a shaky breath inhaled through his nose, chest quivering.

and his heart ached.

not for a reason he’d prefer.

unexpected arms wrapped around his torso, and a head dropped down on his shoulder. he startled.

“i’m going to miss you, john,” was all that nik said.

john wrapped his arms around nik in return, and sense of relief, a sense of comfort, a sense of home was all that he felt.

he was embarrassed to feel tears welling in his eyes.

because, fuck, he didn’t want to leave.

he squeezed nik, and he tricked himself to believe that the taller man might’ve squeezed back.

——

they kept in contact.

phones were too hard to use to get in touch with each other, so letters were what they used.

pieces of parchment with quickly scrawled words was the way to keep intact.

to show their love.

——