#he looks SO fine

[moonferry]

guess who just downloaded the sam mullet mod bc he's fruity and likes men with long hair . (it's me btw)

guys u don't understand this man has me giggling and kicking my feet LOOKAT HOW FINE HE IS WHEN HIS HAIR IS FIXED (he was cute before but now he's AWOOOGA)

[princeloww]

iconic hoodies aside. this is the best campbell bain outfit

[zapernz]

we moved on too fast from this

[ayamemes]

something just snapped, something inside of me

[geralts-yenn]

The greater the spy, the bigger the lie

[crazykuroneko]

"I have some similarities with Louis. The cool thing about Louis is that he's complex. He's not one thing or another. Characters like that reveal things to you slowly, both about yourself and about people. There are things I thought about Louis in the beginning that have completely changed now. It's rare and a privilege to have a character like that."

As queer gothic thriller Interview With The Vampire returns for Season 2, its multi-disciplinarian star @jacobanderson features in our Spring/Summer 2024 issue, talking entering character Louis de Pointe Du Lac's shoes once more, ignoring book-to-screen adaptation pressures, the potential comeback of his musical project Raleigh Ritchie, plus the realities of raising a toddler. Head to manabouttown.tv to pre-order the issue now!

[chrisevansonly]

oh sweet heavens, oh good gracious, holy mother of fucking god…LANDO NORRIS YOU WILL PAY FOR THESE😵‍💫😵‍💫

[lambwoniee]

it is so sad that we only got this Jay look for a 25 min youtube video like i need a whole concept around this, a music video, a photoshoot, ANYTHING 😫

[lilmaymayy]

DONT PLAY W MEEE HE LOOKS SO GOOD OMG

[feinv]

i love me some sugar daddy!john wick x reader that who loves to spoil the reader with designer clothes, bags,makeup etc and who is also eager to wine and dine her in the best 5 stars restaurants 🎀🎀.

sugar daddy!john wick who, after basically losing everything in his life, left with an outrageous amount of money, decides to try himself in a new role.

the two of you met in a rather fancy bar, and he was instantly drawn to your simple yet feminine nature, and after conversing just about anything that evening, you two exchanged numbers.

you would soon find yourself in designer stores, trying on different luxurious sets, while he sat in the lounge like your bodyguard and commented every time you came out of the curtains to show him your look. “you are practically glowing in that thing, darling.”

he would take you to places you were ashamed to even look at, let alone imagine the ridiculous prices, but that was his job, “don’t worry about it. you look good, i buy it.”

don’t even get me started on makeup or any care products. granted he has no idea what all those shiny palettes are for, or what those cute packages even have in themselves. but he sees how your eyes literally sparkle every time you find something useful for you, and he simply swipes his card.

one of the commonly used phrases john has is “i’m picking you up at 7, wear something red,” or whatever color is the dress code for that day. you never have to think about much when with him. you just have to look pretty while he takes care of you and everything else. he knows you love dressing up, and he always encourages you to do so, wanting you to feel as confident in yourself as you can. he would take you to the most high-class restaurants, and the two of you would try different cuisine and kitchens to find out what you enjoy the most.

expect to be surprised with holiday trips all around the world, and if you are also into cars or any other vehicles, no doubt this man would literally gift you your dream car or something. he would also teach you how to drive one if you need to!

all in all, he is just such a gentlemen, always spoiling you and treating you like a princess, he might also actually fall for you in the long run, but that’s a different story now. ;)

[histendercaress]

Stephanie Mills introduces Michael Jackson as he received the Good Scout Humanitarian Award in 1990.

They are both so cute🥰❤️

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

Hometown Hitman [X]

[bsdtual]

Poe in the new anthology being THE man

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Mr. Fix It

For a man who refuses to don a hat unless he’s in uniform, Steven J. McGarrett sure wears a lot of them. A decorated Navy SEAL, leader of the governor’s task force, expert pilot, sport pro, amateur (although he’d argue with you on that) mechanic, occasional ukulele player, son, brother, friend, uncle, husband, dog dad, and now race car-bed-putter-together. The man’s talents clearly know no bounds.

Leaning against the doorway of Charlie’s bedroom in Danny’s house, you can’t help but admire the view before you. Your husband has traded in his usual cargo pants and t-shirt for a pair of form fitting jeans that hug his lower half in all the right places and a plaid button up that shows off his muscular back and arms. A tool belt is slung low across his hips, and a few dirty jokes featuring the hammer and screwdriver tucked into their designated slots pop into your head unbidden. Steve slides the pencil out from behind his ear to make a mark on the wood, then grips the writing implement between his teeth to free up his hands. That draws your attention to the scruff currently dotting his cheeks and the sexy patch of gray along his chin that’s been steadily growing with every birthday that passes. He bends over to fit two pieces of the bed frame together, and your promise to Danny to not fool around in his house is suddenly dangerously close to being broken.

Passing Steve on your way to collect more wallpaper, you gather two handfuls of denim in a firm squeeze and appreciatively murmur, “Nice ass, stud.”

Your husband lets out an amused grunt, straightening up to his full height and tucking the pencil back in its rightful spot before turning to you with one eyebrow raised. “What was that, you cheeky little brat? Huh? You objectifying me again?”

“I said,” you emphasize as you climb the ladder with your next few feet of racing stripe wallpaper, “that’s a nice brass stud!”

“Yeah, okay,” Steve says, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Hey, lemme ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“You think Danno could fit in this bed, too?”

You turn to your husband, trying and failing to bite back your laughter. “You’re objectively the worst. And I’m telling him you said-”

Steve’s phone ringing interrupts your threat, and he brandishes his cell with a playful grin. “Speak of the Jersey devil.” He answers the phone, the smile melting off his face at whatever he’s hearing on the other end. After a few tense moments, he ends the call and then walks up to you on the ladder with a sigh.

“Duty calls?” you ask knowingly.

“Sorry, baby,” he pouts, leaning up to kiss you three times for I love you.

“Don’t get hurt, Steve!” you call to his retreating form down the hallway, getting a confident, “I won’t!” in response.

“I’m serious,” you yell louder as his footsteps grow quieter. “You’ve reached your allotted hospital visits for the month!”

__________

Later that night, you find yourself in the same position as this morning at the entrance to Charlie’s room, this time admiring the way the space has transformed into a little boy’s dream and enjoying the Indy 500 animatedly playing out before you.

“…and the crowd goes wild,” your husband declares, whisper-yelling cheers as Charlie grins proudly beside him. Steve tucks a victorious Charlie into bed before smoothing the little tyke’s hair down and pressing his lips to his forehead with a quiet, “I love you, buddy.” He joins you in the doorway, and your heart swells at Charlie’s voice sleepily calling out, “Goodnight, Uncle Steve! Goodnight, Auntie!”

“Goodnight, bubba, we love you,” you respond softly, flicking off the light switch and leaving only the glowing CHARLIE’S ROOM on the opposite wall as a nightlight. 

“Hey, race you in the morning?” Steve asks, head tilted in question. Charlie nods enthusiastically and his uncle reciprocates his excitement with a resounding, “Boom.”

Steve pulls the door shut behind you, and as you make your way down the hallway, you wrap your arms around his waist and lean into his solid form. “Should we make one?”

Your husband looks down at you, one eyebrow raised, and squeezes your hip. “You want a little race car bed, too?”

“Steve-” you groan, but he carries on with, “I mean, sure, but I’ll smoke your ass every time, babe.”

Laughing, you grip his face in one hand and smush his cheeks together until his nose scrunches up from a smile. “No, you doofus,” you correct him, “I meant should we start trying? Make a mini you?”

Steve’s eyes shine with adoration, and he shifts your hand to his mouth to press kisses against your palm. “You want to have a baby?”

“I think being a daddy would suit you well, Commander,” you purr, trailing your fingers down the sliver of skin peeking between the open buttons of his plaid shirt.

“That turn you on?” your husband teases in turn, taking note of the glint in your eye.

“I mean…” You trail off, looking up at him with a suggestive smirk. Using the collar of his shirt as leverage, you tug him closer and confess, “Uncle Steve with his kiddos is a hottie, don’t get me wrong, but Daddy Steve? One baby tucked up in each of those arms?” Your hands glide along his muscular biceps and you let out a hum of appreciation.

Steve’s eyes go wide, and he stills your wandering hands. “Woah there, two? At the same time?”

“Well, we can’t have one of your biceps getting bigger than the other,” you clarify. “You’d look dumb.”

“Oh, of course, of course,” he acquiesces, nodding. “You really want twins?”

“Steve,” you tut. “Don’t tell me the big bad Navy SEAL is afraid of dealing with two tiny humans.”

“I’m not afraid, I’m just, y’know- one is- is a lot already. Joanie could be a handful, so think about two of ‘em, two at the same time would be-”

“Hey,” you cut off his rambling, pulling him down to your level for a sound kiss. “How ‘bout we go home and get some practice in, and we’ll talk more about this tomorrow?” Steve’s hands glide down your body until they settle on your backside with a firm grip, and you take that as a yes. Pressing your lips to his again, you murmur, “Sound like a plan, McGarrett?”

He fixes you with a devilish grin in response. “Hooyah.”

__________

[A/N: I 👏🏽 love 👏🏽 this 👏🏽 man 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 My McGarrett obsession is somehow reaching dangerous new heights sos 🥵 And the thought of Daddy™️ as a daddy? Jesus take the wheel]

[geralts-yenn]

Fisherman!Walter 🥺

[princeloww]

HIS HAIR. THE SHIRT. THE BRACES. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. HOW CAN I BE EXPECTED TO FOCUS . UNDER THESE CONDITIONS. O HMT GID?

No spoilers pls I'm not done 🙏