#actor pics

[purpleyin]

A quick manip inspired by this thread over here to put Freddy Carter's Kaz in something approaching a kurta (I'm not sure this is quite long enough to count as that though I see shorter kurtas in search results). No gloves I know and the hair cut isn't right either, but hopefully it'll do for a future Kaz who sometimes goes without them. The original pic was from the March 2021 Rollacoaster magazine photoshoot, photographer Edward Cooke.

[shallowseeker]

(image by  ModestyElyonLane )

This is how many of Jack's cellphone pics look.

Dean and Cas posing rudely, and Sam perpetually caught off-guard in the background. Cas and Dean tend to mirror what the other is doing, no matter how silly (finger guns, tongue sticking out, kissy face, uber!serious stoic face).

Importantly, Jack always looks normal in the photos--so normal that he almost looks photoshopped in.

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[matchingbatbites]

"What the fuck did you do?"

Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasn’t new, but Eddie doesn’t think he’s actually done anything recently to earn it.

"Well-"

"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"

Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.

“I was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?”

“You are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.”

No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-

He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.

The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since. 

Jesus Christ.

“Eddie?”

The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says “Fuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?”

In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge 🙄🙄🙄

”Maybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.“

Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-

He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.

”Jeff, I gotta go,” he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.

“Eddie, what-

”Harrington messaged me. I'll call you back.“

Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious. 

Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; he’d gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.

Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammy’s here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.

With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-

Anything other than what Steve actually sent.

'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'

And Eddie- 

Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath. 

Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?

This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.

‘I’m open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?’

He doesn’t expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.

‘I’m partial to Daddy, myself.’

Fuck fuck fuck.

Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isn’t just ‘Please, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?’

Steve saves him by sending another message.

‘But maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though I’d be happy to see where things go after that.’

He- What-

Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because there’s no way Eddie’s long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.

There’s no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.

‘Dinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.’

[bsdtual]

Behind every gay person is a more evil gay person

[ardeidae-e]

did u guys know that im obsessed with beast. i love it sm. i think about beast everyday and i cry.

[crashin2you]

[soupy-sez]

Keanu Reeves and River Phoenix photographed by Bruce Weber for Interview Magazine, 1991

[mcharon]

Old arts and doodles which I haven't posted here

Little bun and little car

And my babies ^^

[barrel-crow-n]

[drainbangle]

actors au

[purpleyin]

To see in 2024, I made a Freddy Carter Calendar💖It uses pics from various photoshoots from both 2023 & earlier. Each calendar pic is 1920 x 1080 pixels so should work for a desktop background although it might be a bit small for some. There's 2 versions of January, depending on if you want one with Freddy's birthday indicated on it.

Photo sources: Visual Tales (Jan, Apr), Grumpy Magazine (Feb), ODDA Magazine (Mar), Behind The Blinds (May, Aug), Ralph Lauren (Jun), American Studies (Jul), Trunk Clothiers (Sept), 1883 Magazine (Oct), Boys By Girls (Nov), Getty Images/Dave Benett (Dec)

And don't forget to check out @savethegrishaverse (+ their linktree here) for how to help save Shadow and Bone from cancellation!

[hslwt91]

2017 2022

[youjustdontunderstandmymusic]

challengers’ bts

[ondust]

Peter Bernadone

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

The boys chilling behind the scenes of The Comedy of Terrors (1963)

Vincent Price, Peter Lorre, Basil Rathbone and Boris Karloff