#kennedy brown

[notchainedtotrauma]

And that there is something to be said for living outside of value, for acknowledging the absolute violence of value, of being party to a system in which one either has value or is devalued and consequently must make all sorts of diabolical concessions, alignments, and, ultimately, misalignments, in order to stay on the positive end of that scale.

from Scandalize My Name: Black Feminist Practice and the Meaning of Black Social Life by Terrion L. Williamson

from top left to bottom right: Kennedi Carter; Elliott Jerome Brown. Jr; Quil Lemons; Shikeith; Kennedi Carter; Nydia Blas; Chrisean Rose; Deana Lawson; Quil Lemons; Kennedi Carter

[almondcroissantsandink]

what Leon was doing on his vacation before Chris and Rebecca showed up (and also an explanation as to why his hair is ashy blond when he’s younger and brown when he’s older, based on a convo I had with @puddle-lane on Insta)

also the t-shirt is old and Ashley made it with iron-on letters and patches after they got back from Spain as a thank-you gift

[wonder--girl]

This week's doodles: Comfort doodling after a Rough day— Babs, Steph, Claire Redfield, Leon Kennedy, Me, and some Tim and Jay practice doodles ♡

[hamartia-grander]

I don't know how people can say they think Luis is super dirty/smelly/whatever. I'm being sarcastic, obviously it's the racism but. Leon is clearly the dirtiest stinkiest motherfucker in the game. This guy has dirt and grime in every crevice. He swam through literal poo water, several times. Leon has enough blood all over his body for a transfusion. He was sweating buckets the moment he arrived in his fancy leather jacket and he didn't stop sweating once. He ate fish and snakes raw and didn't even drink water after. Meanwhile Luis's hair is soft and shampooed to hell. His beard is perfectly trimmed and even. His hands are always clean. There's a sharp scent of spearmint beneath the tabacco in his breath. I know because I made out with him

[hoodienanami]

casting daniel kaluuya, a camden town native who grew up in a council estate like many members of british punk bands did, as hobie brown was so genius he really brought the kind of swagger that only british punks can bring

[s-piderboy]

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Leon Kennedy supremacy 🧎🏽‍♂️🧎🏽‍♂️🧎🏽‍♂️

[lonestarflight]

"Apollo 10 rollout from the Vehicle Assembly Building (VAB) to Launch Complex 39B. This mission launched on May 18, 1969. The crew of Tom Stafford, Gene Cernan and John Young flew the 'dress rehearsal' for the first human landing on the Moon."

Date: March 10, 1969

NASA ID: 69PC-0109

[messylustt]

an assortment of my men in self ships. updated version. some characters i have works for, some i don’t, and just simply love.

MIGUEL. miguel o’hara & holly

the lost soul down. tristes ojos. black out days.

spiderverse boss with civilian gf, enemies to lovers trope, slowburn, frowning bf with smiling gf, forehead kisses, spanish phrases whispered, she fell first but he fell harder, height difference, protective bf, “can’t take my eyes off you”, back hugs from gf, hickeys / marks, dinner dates, bad at communicating, staring into your soul with those eyes bf with not a single thought behind those eyes gf, grumpy bf with sunshine gf, back scratches, doesn’t know how to initially react when she cries, playing with his hair.

HOBIE. hobie brown & holly

government hooker. politicians in my eyes. start a riot.

resident secret spider-man (spider-punk) with classmate, friends to lovers trope, sharing earphones, teasing head pats, boob grabs, piggybacks, licking and biting, always seen together, bold bf with shy gf, taking pics and selfies together, always stealing the seat next to each other, forcing him to try certain foods she likes, relaxed bf with anxious gf, physical touch bf with physical touch gf, the ‘tall’ model couple, movie nights that always turn into more, both get lost easy, drinking together, sloppy cheek kisses, surprise hugs.

LEON. leon kennedy & holly

how you remind me. heart-shaped box. all my life.

special agent with presidents daughter, bodyguard romance trope, heroic bf with scaredy-cat gf, her learning how to shoot his gun, protective bf, blonde bf with brunette gf, hiding together, stoic bf with amused gf, falling asleep in his lap, love letters, forbidden romance, she fell first he fell harder, jealous bf, pining, dart dates, words of affirmation, hand holding, paper rings, kisses on the doorstep, respectful bf.

CARLOS. carlos oliveira & holly

give it to me. about a girl. heartbreaker.

umbrella mercenary with city civilian, friends to lovers trope, wearing his clothes, sporty bf with couch potato gf, air kisses, bicep hugs, teasing hand pecks, inside jokes, playful sparring, overly sensual cheek kisses, secret photos taken, linked pinkies, big bf with small gf, “uh huh, go for it” amused bf with determined annoyed gf, sweet tooth.

MICHAEL. michael afton & holly

alien blues. better than me. romantic homicide.

son of william afton with fazbear employee, slow burn trope, playing with his hands, jerk bf with nice gf, dead-eyed bf with doe-eyed gf, silent words but loud actions, unfazed bf with scaredy-cat gf, sideways glances, “no i don’t like you” lying michael, he fell first and harder, staring into your soul with those eyes bf with a comforting look behind those eyes gf, falling asleep on each other by accident, bully-flirting.

NICCOLO. niccolo govender & holly

absinthe. swim. stop the world i wanna get off with you.

classmate with classmate, tutor trope, misunderstandings, jealous bf, playing with her hair, friends with benefits to lovers, stolen kisses, pining, lazy bf with active gf, very protective bf, longing gazes, ass slapping, polaroids, museum dates, gradual desperate bf, bad at communicating, kisses in the car, “yeah she’s my girlfriend” soon to be bf with surprised soon to be gf, sitting next to each other in class, late night skincare.

RAFE. rafe cameron & holly

closer. lost in the fire. daddy issues.

mean boy with sweet girl, opposites attract trope, bad at feelings, overprotective bf, experienced bf with naive gf, blushing, boat dates, jealous bf, long makeout sessions, acts of service bf with physical touch gf, her forcing him to enjoy the sunset view, mending his bruises and cuts, teasing gf with hard gazed bf, him wanting her to wear his clothes, hand on her thigh while sitting, expensive dates, hickeys, comforting hugs from her, let me spoil you bf with loves being spoiled gf.

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[ovaryacted]

You can put a gun to my head to try to convince me that Leon isn’t a blonde or Chris doesn’t have brown eyes, but all imma do is tell you to shoot me cause that’s what I’ll die for.

I don’t give not one fuck, two fuck, red fuck, blue fuck. Leon Scott Kennedy is a godamn blonde, and Chris Redfield has brown eyes. I DON’T CARE! ARGUE WITH THE WALL!

Capcom continues to change Chris’ eye color, and imma just say they’re brown so he fits the large teddy bear aesthetic YAS! MINK MINK CAPCOM! For Leon, I’ll allow the headcanon that he dyed his hair brown during his emo phase or that his hair darkened over time cause I love him as a brunette too but shhhh.

[wojakgallery]

Title/Name: John Fitzgerald Kennedy, often referred to as JFK, (1917–1963). Bio: American politician who served as the 35th president of the United States from 1961 until his assassination in 1963. He was the youngest person elected president. Country: USA Wojak Series: Feels Guy (Variant) Image by: Unknown Main Tag: JFK Wojak

[driveintheaterofthemind]

Vintage Magazine - Sepia (Dec1978)

[lilyflowerhere]

Gale weathers is the best scream character I said what I said

[stardaiyamondo]

╰₊ ﾟ⚬𓂂➢ leon s kennedy supremacy

[boredgramlin]

Bro fought the law and he won

[jamespottersdaisy]

i wrote this last night before bed, enjoy while i work on my wips

probably hurt/comfort kinda thing, imagine your current comfort fictional man <33

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He looks at her from afar, taking in the way her shoulders sulk. The pout on her lips that only emerges when she's truly hurt, and the daze in her eyes which seem to zone out, losing themselves occasionally at one point. He knows she's hurt, knows there are so many thoughts attacking her mind, filling her heart with green poison. Her own self-being refuses to help, instead mirroring many incoherent but nonetheless agonizing thoughts. He wishes to talk to her, to reassure her that whatever her brain is feeding to her already weak soul is not true. But he knows she won't listen. She won't open up. She has too high walls for that vulnerability. But he knows he has to try. 

He slowly pads to the room where she is, hunched over the table, left cheek pressed to her flat hand, writing words on a small parchment before her. He knows she likes to write. It helps her with the storm in her heart. It helps with the quake deep in her ocean. It helps with the cracks of her high walls that tower over her silly and broken heart. 

He is not sure if he is to intervene. To abduct her from her place, where no man and no woman can harm her. Where her heart is safe, her soul vulnerable. Vulnerable enough for him to touch, to see, to feel. And maybe, just maybe, for him to love.

But he does anyway. He goes over to her, caresses her hair. He doesn't peek at the paper, he knows she wouldn't like that even though at the moment she doesn't seem to mind, leaving the parchment revealed. He still doesn't peek.

"I love you," he says, not as a reassurance, but as a reminder. 

You are the one I love, it says. You are the light to my dark, sun to my night, it says. He is not sure she understands.

She curls her lips a bit up, emerging a faint, weak smile. One that whispers 'I love you' back. One that's grateful and infatuated just as much as it's faltered and mute. Still, it bears every single drop of affection she has for him. She is not sure he understands.

He drops to his knees, places his hands on her lap, and intertwines their fingers. His hold is gentle, tender and careful enough to make her feel safe, without the burden of expectations. 

Her eyes are pained, her voice absent. He misses her voice. Especially her laugh. Without it, he doesn't feel like it's a normal day in which the sun rises with her giggle and sets with her yawn. He wants it back.

"Talk to me," he begs, eyes filled with a yearning that burns for her, lives for her, and dies for her.

He is not sure if she will. She's not sure if she will. I am not, either.

But one thing is clear if you do talk to him, he won't let anything interrupt. He won't let the words get locked somewhere deep in you just because the fear of judgment has the keys. He won't let the tears get in the way of your feelings just because you don't know how to stop them. He will wipe them away.

If you do talk to him, he will make sure that you are understood.

[celesztialbody]

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