#new obsession: unlocked

[occlusivavelare]

So basically, Feyd-Rautha/Paul is literally King and Knight, Master and Hound, Self and Shadow-self, Cousin and Cousin, Self VS simulacrum and "What's your name, now?" "I have none, except the one you shall give me". I'm mmmhhh -

[plasticarton]

Shenanigans

[manzanamarim]

Guess what I finally got to play! I had a blast I wish lawyers were real

[iamavillainandtodayismydayoff]

Now that i have seen many faces of Kirishima Miyami...

Me and Inamori definitely have the same opinion of him🤣

I ended up reading up to 2am for this adorable boy and now i cant stop thinking about him so putting my thoughts here shortly just gonna say

I might be obsessed at this point... this is gonna be an issue😭😭😭

[aimtodraw]

Babysitting as a love language (superbat)

Richard: Don't get me wrong, he loves me too (obviously) just not enough to go through today again.

Bruce: What the hell did you guys do today anyway??

[vulcansalute]

ANDREW KOJI as Ah Sahm in WARRIOR (2019-) S03E10: A Window of F*cking Opportunity

[athena-theunicorn]

Me? Obsessed? Ridiculous. 

*noise from my phone: you are ATHENAAAAAA

[halcyonfawn]

Clara Oswald & Ruby Sunday | Parallels

[erwinsvow]

the kook girl & her best friends ♡

[nonexistent-morals]

Modern Elderich madara au where hes summoned by tobirama (to prove a point to hashirama that otherworldly beings dont exist ) only for it to back fire and madara to turn around and show tobirama to his equally elderich and terrifying siblings like, look at my cute little human husband (they are not even elderich married (much less human married ), but tobirama doesn't know that and he dosent need to know) and izuna and the rest sorta just going along with it

[charzumi]

drawing i did of boss as a color palette challenge with my friend 🫶

[eulalized]

“bitte, stay still,” könig whispers. he scratches the pencil against the paper on his sketchpad. he’s drawing you, occasionally looking up at you to study your features, just barely furrowing his brows.

you listen to what he says, and in silence you watch him. there is no sound as könig sketches apart from the pencil scratches; you try not to fidget, just keep yourself busy with your thoughts. you are uncertain of how everything had fallen into place like this, but you know you would have stayed anyway. you wonder if everything had happened differently, in the past, maybe his eyes would see a different life, better days… you understand his eyes are a different kind; he lives a different life.

looking at you makes me forget what the stars look like, you think. when you think of könig, your thoughts speak to you like the memories you’ve shed. it plagues you, thoughts like this—of könig, you mean.

the resonance of the pencil had faded, his hand stays in place, leaving it a loose grip. he does not say anything yet—with a gaze this uneasy, he couldn’t. he can’t look at you yet, as if unsure of what to say, what to do. he doesn’t know what to think about, that’s how nervous he is—he has to constantly remind himself to refrain from fidgeting around you. he can’t focus on anything, except that he feels like he’s missing something whenever he’s around you. (he dares not describe it as “half a heart,” he couldn’t.)

“you must—bitte… do not look at me like that.”

“why? is something different?”

in a hushed tone, he answers, “your eyes.” he pauses to look at you, lifting his head from the sketchpad. he takes a few glances away before finally settling on you. “engel, they are different today.”

your eyebrows raise at the description. your mind feels frozen, you have to say something. “they are?” that will have to do, you believe, in a sense that clarity isn’t required now (or rather, achievable).

“you… you look at me in a certain way…” he whispers so softly he hopes you don’t hear him (you do, nonetheless). now he has a different look in his eyes, you wonder what you could call it. “like we are… not comrades,” he says, then pausing, “but something else entirely.”

(he does not wish to assume—he could never—but, oh, how he hopes he’s right.)

that you don’t want us to be just comrades: is that what he is trying to say, interpret? is that what you hope to happen?

perhaps you do.

[valeriaanne]

What's with these men and long flowing dark outfits? 🧐😍🥰🤭🧥

[strongestbanner]

I know I'm a stranger, but I've never spent as much time reading headcanons on Tumblr as I have in the last 48 hours. A month ago I started having an obsession with Vic, and it feels like Barbieland here. Just let me be another Sabretooth girlie ♡

PS: I mean, HE IS A BI/PAN KING, and nobody can change my mind 😼💅🏻

PS 2: Happy Pride Month, Sabretooth Army 🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡 🏳️‍🌈 (can we call ourselves that?)

[mithriel-of-mithlond]

No one:

My brain: bye bye bye

[whyamihereat4am]

there's something so deeply enjoyable about shipping characters you know would loathe being shipped. Like, whether they have genuine hate for each other or are just offended anyone else would think they tolerate each other, they would definitely rip my head off for giggling maniacally while I draw them smooching in MS Paint like I'm pressing my Barbies' heads together- and not just because that's a generally uncomfortable thing to find, but because it's that person specifically. the knowledge that there is a wealth of erotica that involves them having biologically impossible children would inspire them to destroy the world. but they can't, because they're fictional. the fools. *cackles evilly and posts about who i think would be the bottom when they have hate sex*