#misha in fitted suits

[rennerator]

I MISS HIM SO SOOOOO F* MUUUUUUUCH!!!!! AWWWWWWW, Look at THIS MAN!!!!! S2 Like, SERIOUSLY!!!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE SOOO SOOO F* GOOD!!!! GORGEOUS, HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!! MARVELOUS, SOOO F* SEEEEEEEEXY!!!!!! BRICK F* HOUSE!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!! HANDSOME, PHENOMENAL, MAGNIFICENT!!!!! Seriously, WE DESERVED SOOO MUCH MORE Gotham Knights!!! SOOO MUCH MORE Misha as Harvey!!!! \o/ Thank YOU!!! THANK YOU SO SOOO F* MUCH for this!!!! You are AMAZING!!!! :) <3

Misha Collins as Harvey Dent in Gotham Knights S1E4

[lizstiel]

okay but gotham knights seems to at least be dressing misha correctly. i don’t give a good goddamn about that universe but the red suit is everything to me. we are holding hands.

[get-them-out-of-my-skull-0914]

2015 Fall Fair Suite knew what it was doing omg

I think I like this one better than 2016 Fall Fair Suite??

Ocean was the one to say that they were the only choir in competition when they got second place the year before, which I actually think makes more sense than Karnak saying it cuz then it feels like Ocean responds to Karnak which she isn’t supposed to do cuz it’s before the accident, idk

The actual song before the accident is longer too

“Some original tunes by our local cover band” 💀

The Saska-teen line definitely sounds like something a teacher would write

And Misha beatboxing in the middle of the song lmaoo I can kinda see that they probably had to make him more uninterested and that’s why he doesn’t beatbox in later openings (also cuz it doesn’t really fit in) but I like to imagine that either he was bored and started beatboxing even though he wasn’t supposed to

or they got second second place the previous year partially cuz he wasn’t participating so they had to see what to do to make him participate and they agreed to let him beatbox just so he’d agree to actually do something that’s not sitting on his phone

And then the minor turn instrumentals sounds like Tragic Fact I love it sm

I LOVE the dead halt when they say the first “how can this be fair” too UGHH

Then the verse where they talk about the fair and getting on the Cyclone and realizing they’re about to die!!!

“MY LIFE IS FALLING OFF THE TRACK I KNOW I’LL NEVER GET IT BACK” AAHH 10/10 no comment

And then the rest is almost the same as 2016 Fall Fair Suite

But Ocean sounds more regretful when she sings during the “round and round” bit cuz in 2016 it’s “Had a strange feeling from the start, got our tickets, stood in line, a rickety cart, I did not feel safe at all” which kinda sounds like she’s just saying “I knew it wouldn’t end well, this is why you trust your instincts”

But in the 2015 version she says “life was about to start, why did I get into that rickety cart? It did not feel safe at all” which sounds like she’s upset with herself for making the decision to ride the Cyclone

And then Noel is the one who wanted to wipe his browser history clean instead of Constance, I think that checks out, I can see him searching up some sketchy stuff lol

Anyways I’m done rambling now I js can’t believe I forgot about this version it’s too good

[sunforgrace]

ithink they should make misha collins be on set for every new tv show gay kiss in the suit tie trench coat fit i KNOW that man still has because he loves cons he loves attention. this way there’s a live cas reaction as the coconuts he set in motion collide. you know how some churches have giant jesus on the cross just staring you down

[rennerator]

I LOVE HIM!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!! S2 SOOO SOOOO GOOD!!!!! GORGEOUS, MARVELOUS!!!!! Look at HIM!!!! LOOK AT THIS MAN!!!! :D HOOOT HOOOOT HOOOOOT SOOOOO HANDSOME!!!! SOOOO MAGNIFICENT!!!! SOOO SOOOOO F* PHENOMENAL!!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE Thank YOU, Misha!!!! Thank YOU, GOTHAM KNIGHTS!!!! HAPPINESS We DESERVED SOOOO MUCH MORE of Harvey Dent and Gotham Knights!!!! Thank YOU!!!! THANK YOU SO SOOO MUCH for this!!! You are AMAZING!!!! :) <3

MISHA COLLINS as HARVEY DENT in GOTHAM KNIGHTS

[violetfaust]

Sometimes I think about

Misha telling the story of how, at the start of SPN s4 or 5, he went to Robert Singer and asked if Singer had any ideas about where he should take his character, and Singer looked at him with utter contempt and said, "You're not gonna be one of those actors, are you?"

And now, at Gotham Knights...

Misha: Maybe Harvey could change clothes now and then?

Jennifer May Nickel: Sure--let's go with two to four custom-fitted suits per episode, all with some subtle detailing playing on the number two or calling back to an iconic Two-Face story.

Misha: You know I have a motorcycle license...wouldn't it be cool...?

TPTB: Next ep, you're riding a motorcycle!

Misha: You would not believe this crazy dream I had about Harvey...

TPTB: Brilliant! Let's put it in the show!

Why am I so pleased that this middle-aged total stranger is finally being valued at his workplace?

[passion-roses]

Ride The Cyclone x FNAF AU

now, i've been very hyperfixated on fnaf ever since it came out (but let's be real, its probably a special interest at this point), and you know, when you get a new interest, you can't help but merge it to your other ones and make a crazy au, so i've been thinking about assigning each animatronic with a ride the cyclone character, just for fun, but then i got to really think about it.

we all know that in five nights at freddy's we have the five missing children, and these children get killed by william afton, stuffed into the animatronic suits, and then they come and haunt the pizzeria because they're restless souls.

in ride the cyclone, we have six teenagers who die a tragic death, probably restless as well, as it seems like they haven't gone to the afterlife yet, at least not properly, as they've been "robbed of their individuality from a mass tragedy" as stated by karnak.

SO

of course, me being a noel gruber fanatic, i thought of who he'd be first, and well i was thinking, there's two parallel theories in these two medias that i like very much.

the deaths of them.

specifically, two kids dying at the same time, or well, with each other.

in fnaf, there's a well known theory/famous headcanon that freddy/gabriel and bonnie/jeremy were killed at about the same time and place, hence why there's a lot of imagery and stuff of the two together.

now, who else do we know have a certain theory in rtc that eludes to them dying with each other?

to be honest i just think freddy as misha is kinda funny..

but anyways, so we have two, how about the other four?

foxy as ricky.

idk, i just think it's neat. foxes are felines in a way. also him being a pirate (as stated by moni when i ws cooking this up) fits as well.

i also made a connection of foxy (animatronic) being out of order all the time because he keeps having malfunctions. with ricky having a degenerative disease.. you get it.

up next is chica.

well, this one's pretty obvious to me, constance!

ite the cupcakes, i swear. but also, chica's image has always been the bubbly one, this being more shown in security breach. she just fits

now, you might be wondering.. what about ocean? what about jane/penny?

hear me out on this

this one is the one comparison i am MOST confident about.

cassidy as ocean.

a vengeful spirit, one that is most restless, most determined, most mad about the murders.

don't you think that'd be fitting for ocean?

she'd be ambitious, she wouldn't just let go of william just like that. she wants to bring him hell.

also, as stated by ocean herself:

idk, just funny.

now, for the last one, you might be thinking oh, jane/penny must be the puppet then, because we're talking about the murdered children.

now, hear me out on this

the crying child.

"whyy in hell would penny be the crying child nymbus?"

you might be wondering

and i have one answer, a very definitive answer.

a kid, losing his head, or, well, getting his frontal lobe bitten off, but let's not get into the specifics here.

it would make sense, it makes the MOST sense, as equal of a sense as ocean being cassidy. GOD it fits so well.

so, we have the six main children now:

freddy - misha

bonnie - noel

chica - constance

foxy - ricky

golden freddy - ocean & jane/penny

(i also have a note about ezra being michael, and him being a human puppet to ennard, but yk)

soo, what do you guys think? :)

[pestopastaenjoyer]

quick where is the video of 20-something misha wearing a ill-fitting tan suit walking around the streets of new york (?) talking about finance or stocks (?) for some educational program?? guys i did not hallucinate this one i promise

[rennerator]

LOVE LOVE LOVE HOOOOT HOOOOT HOOOOOT Oh My, LOOK AT THIS MAN!!!!!! LOOK AT HIM!!!!! S2 AWWWWWWWW SOOOOO F* GOOOOOD!!!!! SOOOO SEEEEEEXY!!!!!!! :D GORGEOUS, HANDSOME, PHENOMENAL, MARVELOUS!!!! Thank YOU SO SO MUCH for this!!! You are AMAZING!!!!! :) <3 #SaveGothamKnights

MISHA COLLINS as HARVEY DENT in GOTHAM KNIGHTS | 1.10 Poison Pill

[shalomniscient]

ARCHIVIST’S RECORDS: FAFNIR [HSR], 002

cw. [NSFT][MDNI], generally mild and suggestive at best but adding the cw just to be safe

this record involves @spirit-lanterns’s incredible casino AU and @e-hibiscus’s bunny oc misha! they’re both amazing creators 100% worth checking out!

“You know, I’ve heard about you,” Fafnir hums, trailing a hand down Misha’s thigh as the bunny perches on her lap. The dragoness's touch is warm, even through the expensive leather of her gloves.

“Yeah?” she responds breathily, placing her hands on the other woman’s waist to steady herself. Fafnir’s abdomen is firm under her hands, and she actively has to tamp down the urge to pop those buttons off right here and now to see what lay beneath.

“Yeah,” Fafnir croons, the hand on her thigh coming to rest at Misha’s hip. Her grip is firm, possessive, keeping her decidedly in place on her lap—and it sends an electric thrill shooting up Misha’s spine. “I heard that you’re an odd little bunny—that you like to watch your patrons lose instead of win.”

A giggle escapes her lips at the (entirely true) accusation. “Ah, well—you got me.”

“Hm,” the dragoness hums, and something shifts in her eyes. They go from glittery gold, the kind befitting jewelry, to molten pools swirling with dangerous, devouring heat. Fafnir leans forward, close enough to whisper right into one of Misha’s ears, sharp teeth grazing the pink fluff.

“So you think I’m going to lose, little rabbit?”

Her heart thunders in her chest, and she swallows. Her veins feel alight with excitement, and her arms wander up to loop around the dragoness’s neck. Fafnir is so close now, and Misha can feel the wisps of heat emanating through that dark, sinfully well-tailored and form-fitting suit of hers.

“Maybe your luck will run out this time,” she challenges, and it pulls a low, hissing laugh from Fafnir while the dragoness's hand cards through her pretty, pink hair.

“Bold little thing, aren’t you?” Fafnir muses, pulling back to casually lean in her chair again, as if she wasn’t betting millions on the Blackjack game before her. Those golden eyes were fixed on her and her only—it shouldn’t be as fucking thrilling as it is, but Misha’s blood sings nonetheless.

“Let’s make a bet, little rabbit,” Fafnir offers, her tail curling on the floor, scales shimmering like jewels in the low light. “If and when I win, I get to have you as my reward.”

“Wow, confident. And if you lose?”

The grip on her hip tightens by a fraction, before it relaxes again. Misha has spent long enough in a casino to recognize a tell when she sees one. It seems the dragoness does not take the concept of losing easily. “If I lose, I’ll give you anything you desire that is within my reach.”

“Anything?” she asks, a devious little smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “That’s dangerous, wouldn’t you say?”

"Indeed it is," Fafnir chuckles, a low rumble deep in her throat. When she breathes out, the column of her throat emits a light, orange glow, like the color of magma. The glow pulses in tune with each beat of Fafnir's heart, slow and steady. “But you like playing with fire, don’t you?”

“Guess I do," she shrugs with a smirk that's more teeth than anything, and the adrenaline coursing through her system feels like liquid fucking fire. Who even needs to hit the bottle anymore when she's got this? Fafnir meets her intensity in equal measure, true fangs glinting as her lips peel backwards in something between a sneer and a snarl.

“So do we have a deal, little rabbit?”

The dragoness's gaze is deep, dark and vast—both a warning and an invitation. Something buried in her subconscious screams at her, a bone-deep instinct, a prey response ingrained into the molecules of her being. It tells her to run before she gets devoured.

Too bad she's never been the type to listen.

“Deal.”

It's like the atmosphere shifts, the temperature of the room turning up a notch. The other players at the table squirm nervously in their seats—some tug at their collars, while others unbutton their store-bought suits. Fafnir holds her close as she leans forward, territorial, possessive, a draconic grin nearly splitting her face in two. When she speaks, the words engulf every other player at the table like a pyroclastic flow—scorching and inescapable and damning.

"How about we have some real fun, hm?"

In the end Fafnir wins just as she had promised, and Misha has never taken a patron to the private rooms quicker.

(She'll have to do a lot of explaining for the number of bite marks along her skin on tomorrow's shift, but that's a problem for future Misha. Current Misha is much too preoccupied to care.)

Linking OC sheets here: - Misha, @/e-hibiscus's OC - Fafnir, my OC

[druckkugelschreiber]

Hi! 8 or 14 for the Rook story time prompts?

Hi! Thank you so much for the ask! It's from this list for anyone else interested :D

I'm going to answer prompt 14: Rook at a celebration, this is pre-game of Kestryl just messing around and sneaking into places they shouldn't be (and a hint of Lucanis of course)

1.7k words, enjoy!

The sleekly feathered mask sat snug against my face. It was an unfamiliar sensation and not entirely pleasant. If I had to hide, I tended to use my magic, not fabric, but this was not a place where I wanted to risk even a crackle of magic to be picked up by the other crow mages in presence. 

The opera house was stock-full of gathered crows. High ranking, finished contracts and respect and everything. Lots of jewels worked into the finest leather suits in all of Thedas. The feathers adorning garments here and there were mostly a shimmering black, but some of them sported different colours. Purple, a startling white and red here and there. Sometimes sapphire blue. One of them, who had recently returned from Rivain, had worked peacock feathers into their outfit. 

My own outfit, while looking fine, was decidedly simpler. Not simple enough to make me stand out in the mass of purple, black and blue, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the thread wasn’t as finely sown as the other suits. The leather was fine enough but it lacked the same amount of embellishment. My boots did match the level of fancy though. Very proud of those. Only wore them to the finest occasions. Like this one. 

The Talons were around as well, but I avoided them like demons. They were demons if you asked me. Well, I mean not Teia, but definitely the rest. With Viago it depended on the day really. But the thing is Viago and Teia would recognize me on the spot. Mask or no mask. Magic or no magic. Noa too and that was bad. In this case my multicolored eyes didn’t do me any favors. 

I ducked my way in and out of the crowd. I made it look natural. Listening to the bits of banter here and there, piecing together the gossip without even stopping. Crow gossip was always the same. I suppose any gossip was always the same. Who fucked who, where was there money to be made and who might be getting stabbed or should be getting stabbed. 

My eyes flickered over the different drinks, goblets and finger foods provided, idly keeping note on which had been poisoned and which poisons were being used tonight. Anything that wasn’t house de Riva was substandard of course. My house wasn’t pulling any big moves last I had heard either. I had even risked snooping through Viago’s correspondence to make sure I didn’t get pulled into something. Of course, I hadn’t dared to snoop through a lot, so I might have missed something, but that was always the risk. 

I dodged a servant, who also wore fitting colours. Even the servants needed to have style when in a crow celebration. 

The scent of perfume was heavy in the air, but it all mixed well with each other. Whether that was supposed to be on purpose or a lucky accident I had never figured out. I didn’t like wearing perfume. Sure it masked the scent of poison, but if your poisons smelled that heavily, in my opinion you were doing something decidedly wrong. Not that a mage had much use for poisons, but I was versatile. 

My eyes followed a snack tray. Should I dare? The fingerfoods didn’t lend themselves to poisons and they looked delicious. I had eaten before coming, never go to these things on an empty stomach after all. Viago taught me better than that, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to snack on the food here. Too many people getting poisoned would look bad on Caterina as a host. And I wasn’t even supposed to be here. Didn’t mean no one knew. I bet Misha knew. They always knew, but they were smarter than getting dragged into even more of my antics. 

I made my way after the snack tray and snagged one before dipping off to the side again. I sniffed the treat intently. I let my eyes flutter shut as if I was enjoying the flavors. It did smell good, but it didn’t really register as I analyzed them for poison contents. No poison as far as I could tell with scent. There was a spell to test with magic, but some poisons were also not recognized. It was a tricky spell and the mage needed to be familiar with a lot of poisons. Lucky that was me. Everything clear. I hummed as I took a neat bite. Flavors exploded on my tongue. Oh yeah, that was good. 

I let my eyes open again and scanned the crowd. The dynamic of the crowd had shifted. Someone important was moving through. I didn’t try to find them, I let my eyes unfocus and follow the shift of the crowd like a herd of deer I was trying to hunt. It came to me naturally, long forgotten memories of forests and the creaking of bows. I pushed them back. They’d just distract me. 

Well, look at that. His outfit wasn’t nearly as fancy as I had expected. No jewels, no white feathers. Dark blue leather. Fuck me. Lucanis Dellamorte. Not the first time, hopefully not the last time. A smirk played around my lips. He was of course followed by Illario, who wore decidedly the flashiest outfit in the room and he made it work. They were both fine as fuck. 

The crowd was abuzz since the last Dellamortes had arrived. No idea where Caterina was. She was creepily agile for an old woman. 

Lucanis and Illario vanished into the crowd for a while. I let them pass. Hyperfocusing on one of them would do me no good. I was here to enjoy the celebration, since I had been stuck in the Anderfels for like six months at this point. Finally back home. 

I made my way around some more buffet tables. They were doing their best to mask the scent of poison. I wrinkled my nose. Someone had not been doing their job well. Urgh. I wandered down and was about to avoid another person standing in my way when I caught a nice scent of spicy cologne and coffee. My eyes wandered up slowly. Dark blue, mid thigh leather boots, dagger hilts peaking out, snug ass pants, a suit of armour so well cut I think there might be a corset in there emphasizing a sleek waist, broad shoulders, some more dagger hilts, silver embroidery in a stylized crows. A high collar with the Dellamorte pin. Jaw length hair smoothed back, a sharp jaw, slightly angled eyes, dark brown. 

Maker strike me down. Lucanis Dellamorte. Face to face once more. He wore a mask, but it did nothing to hide his stunning features. The Demon of Vyrantium and I had snuck into his house again. Just this time I think my disguise was way better than the servant I had played last time. 

He dipped his head politely. “Were you looking to eat something?” he pointed at the table in gloved hands. His voice rumbled. He had such a nice voice. 

“I wouldn’t eat that if I had no tastebuds left”, it didn’t smell like poison but that was only because I had seen Cara mess around here earlier. 

Lucanis eyebrows twitched strong enough to see them over the rim of his mask. “You dislike Gazpacho?” 

“Might make you shit liquid for a week, might make you vomit blood, might kill you. Who knows?”, I flashed a grin, that was no joy and all fake, a hint of cockiness. 

“Ah”, his eyes flickered down my suit. It was a bit looser than the other skintight outfits, flowy sleeves and something trailing down my back between a coat and the idea of a dress. I rarely wore dresses but this was nice. Especially the way he looked at me. Feeling way too warm all of a sudden. “De Riva I presume?”

“Is that important?” my smirk turned flirty, while the voice in the back of my head was screaming. Was I really flirting with Lucanis Dellamorte? What the fuck? I mean after fucking Illario, you’d think the Dellamorte’s had lost their charm. They really hadn’t. This was still the Demon of Vyrantium. Well, no chance like today! Viago had sent me to the Anderfels for Illario, so he’d probably send me all the way down to Ferelden for Lucanis. He’d be worth it. 

“It is if I want to know if your word has any worth to it”, his voice was perfectly even, almost cold really. 

Ouch. My smirk wanted to turn into a grin out of sheer delight just having this conversation. “You wouldn’t know either way.”

His dark eyes met my green and amber ones. “Why would you tell me if it is poisoned?”

“Maybe I don’t want you to embarrass yourself?” 

“Since when would that be a concern of yours?” 

Okay, this was great. Sass. “It isn’t really.”

“Do you warn everyone off the poisoned food?”

“Are you everyone?” 

His eyes narrowed. “You know who I am?”

“I know you are wearing a mask and all, but it does nothing to hide that pretty face of yours. Everyone knows who you are”, I raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t really believe he was hiding right? 

“I know everyone here. Most of everyone here. Except you”, hard brown eyes. 

Oh I had walked right into that one. “I haven’t been in the country for a while.”

“Where were you?”

I laughed. “I’m not discussing my work with you.”

“Are poisons not your work?”

“You’re not my mark”, fencing with words. I had an absolute blast just bantering with him. 

“Ahhh, so warning me off, so I do not consume what was placed for your mark?”

“I have extra”, but please believe that. Wouldn’t really make a difference for my imaginary target. 

“Of course, but that means you should know what exactly your poison does.”

“I know exactly what my poisons do. Question is, will you know if you eat it?” I waggled my eyebrows. 

Lucanis' eyes narrowed in brief confusion. 

“Cousin!” Illario’s voice carried over the crowd. 

That was my clue. As Lucanis' eyes shifted to find Illario, I ducked back into the crowd. Illario would also recognize me on the spot, though he’d not rat me out. My heart thundered in my chest. The thrill of a single conversation with the Demon danced through my whole body. I so needed to tell Misha about this.

[rennerator]

SOOO SOOOO F* GOOD!!!!! S2 AWWWWWWWWWWW SOOO GORGEOUS, SOOO F* SEEEEEEXY, SO SOOO HOOOOT!!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE I LOVE HIM SO SOOO VERY MUCH!!!! :D <3

random daily misha [54/∞]

[eisforeidolon]

Remind th eu con anon stuff that flew round tumblr a while back? Seems that same person is still trying to claim they were right, despite j2 being announced for multiple cons together since and I’m just amazed at how much certain people on this site and in this fandom will rewrite history to suit their narrative

There really are some people who decide what to believe and then spend all their time doing mental gymnastics to justify that belief. Especially by coming up with all kinds of reasons and rationales for why the facts that don't fit magically don't matter.

So Jared is totally no longer booking Creation conventions or any other conventions with Jensen because they're no longer friends. Except this one, and that one, and that other one. Okay, well, fine, sure, he booked those ones, but Jared wasn't announced for any of the latest round since whatever month, so it's definitely true now! It's definitely about getting away from Jensen and he totally is going to 100% stop doing cons with him, Jared was just waiting until now because OH HEY LOOK OVER THERE! Except then more announcements happened and [sad trombone noise]. And I'm sure there's some new reason why this time doesn't count either. 🙄

I mean, just today I saw a heller asserting the debunked conspiracy theory about there being an alternate original script for 15x18 as truefax proved by the Spanish dub. It has been debunked by fans seeing multiple versions of the script, by multiple crew members present during filming, by at least one editor who saw all script versions, and by Misha himself. The Spanish dub actor who plays Dean explicitly attributed the addition to his director's "intense abilities" to change the dialogue and they didn't even see it as romantic! But some rando on tumblr claims they talked to the translator who said they did not remember doing that specific script but surely if it was added in it must have been in the script. Aha, see?! EVIL CW CONSPIRACY TO SUPPRESS BI DEAN!!!

The convention thing is just a less intensely batshit version of the same nonsense. What I believe is true, period. You'll see!

[theinsanecrayonbox]

good ra the Infinity Comic just...it really hit so many good points

Arkady wanting to reclaim his humanity, wanting to find himself a home, somewhere he can belong...and sadly having to fall back into what he was made for because that is all that there is for him. such beautiful tragedy, just...yes, ty. i hope we get more of that in Sentinels

but that all fits SO well into my Packverse/Omegatooth

having the pattern of older men controlling him; Yuri was slightly older than him, Victor is about 100 years older than he is

wanting so badly to have a home, to have purpose; he so very easily fell in love with Victor who gave him that with Weapon X-Force, he fell so easily in love with being father to a young woman and a baby that wasn't his (Belle and Alexei)

wanting to hang up his suit and live in peace; haha that's the Misha pregnancy

being fiercely protective of his loved ones (Natsya); uh yeah that's everything

having platonic close relationship with designated female friend

i am just...yes. this makes me so happy. he's getting to be a real character, if only for a moment, and he's not being painted in the absolute wrong about it (you know, like Vic was)

i now need Arkady saying to Victor (or vise versa, i'm good either way lol) "you are my home"

[electromignion]

First doodles of the week at uni 🤧✨

I wondered how Jeremy would look like with a turtleneck so I decided to draw him to see, and I think it suits him so much??? I would totally see him wearing it in Autumn when it gets colder but not too cold so he can’t bring his sweaters above his Oxfords kskskks (and you can see the pin Vipin gifted him here!!! <33)

Then here’s the second doodle! Late Spring vibes for Jeremy, I had in mind one of Misha’s t-shirt so I thought why not? I think he wouldn’t bring the fit to uni but it’s more casual 🫶

[rennerator]

LOVE LOVE LOVE SOOOO F* HOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!! S2 Look at HIM!!!! LOOK AT HIM!!!!!! GORGEOUS, HANDSOME, MARVELOUS, MAGNIFICENT!!!!! He is SOOOO PHENOMENAL!!!!! :D SOOOOO F* SEEEEEEXY!!!!!! Thank YOU SO SO MUCH for this!!!! You are AMAZING!!!! :) <3

Poison Pill ∞ GK S1E10