#obsessed with his hair

[josephwoll]

matthew knies intermission interview | tor @ min

[minilev]

[estebanbicon]

[kimjuncottton]

05-07-2023 Gangnam Music Festival [x]

[juiche]

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

get your own print here ❤️

[mecachrome]

Oscar in Hilton's McLaren ad

[deezneezz-2]

Loungewear Jamil Cards and Sprites. Guys, I'm inconsolable...

[himbosandhardwear]

Eddie's mid-speech, absently pulling his hair up off his sweaty neck to put up, when he sees Steve check out of the conversation, eyes drifting over his progress.

"What's up? You never seen a dude with a ponytail before?"

"Huh? No. I mean, yeah, maybe, but no, it's just..."

He gets up off his chair and, without a by-your-leave, takes Eddie's hair back down and starts carding his fingers through it. Eddie, seeing Jesus, Mary, and Joseph in that moment, says not a fucking word, just lets him do his thing.

"Huh."

"Hmm?" He manages despite the body-morphing, nerve-wracking, world-ending thing that's happening.

"I just never noticed... You've got real curls happening back here." He tugs on a strand, killing Eddie stone dead. "Not the Head & Shoulders and hot water fried stuff on top, like real, actual curls."

"Hey." He tries to drum up the right amount of offense but it's hard when his brain fled the scene thirty seconds earlier.

"Wonder if I could revive any of this," he mumbles to himself as he continues to catalog Eddie's hair situation. He's got the top half piled atop his head so he can study the 'good stuff' underneath at his leisure.

This might be the best day of Eddie's young life. Honestly, if he'd known Steve was interested in it this much, he would've pulled his hair half up years ago, showed off a little.

"Can I do a V05 hot oil treatment on you?"

"Baby, you can do whatever you want to me."

"What?"

"What?"

[rapidhighway]

i dont even wanna draw any more humanized characters, i jsut keep blacking out and then theres a young man on the canvas waiting to be posted

[jaxsterrapp]

PERI 💜💜💜💜

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

long blonde hair + mustache + outfit: this screams tom glynn-carney as young haymitch abernathy.

[lilislegacy]

percy: gods i love you

annabeth: i love you too

percy:

annabeth:

percy: wise girl i swear to all the gods! i know you’re thinking about architecture!

annabeth, hurriedly: i know im sorry just give me like five minutes then i swear i’m all yours!! i just need to finish a blueprint and then-

percy: fine. fine. but just know that i just got out of the shower and my hair smells like my shampoo that you love, and the scent decreases with every second

annabeth, hopeful: you mean… nautical fresh?

percy, nodding slowly: nautical fresh

annabeth, stepping towards him: …okay maybe we can-

percy, walking backwards: nope. you don’t get to touch or smell me or the hair until your mind is off architecture

annabeth: i promise it is-

percy: no. please, finish your blueprint. i can wait

[itscherryterry-again]

it's you!

I don't know bingbong, let's ask the destroyed roomba

[yangjeongin]

HYUNJIN | SKZ CODE EP. 63

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 345

Let it be known that none of them actually expected the idiots’ of the week’s ritual to work. The summoning hadn’t worked for literal centuries- everyone knew it had been sealed away, presumably forever!

(Of course they had no way to know that in the Infinite Realms actually used the term forever as a measurement of time, what with how time itself wasn’t particularly linear within. And to beings that could hypothetically live for eternity? Forever was a nice vacation time really) 

So maybe they hadn’t been exactly focused on stopping the ritual as much as they could of been, and by the time they realized it was working, well, it’d been a bit too late then. So yes, mistakes had perhaps in fact, been made. 

First had come the chill, the cold of the ground as your body was lowered down, the cold of your blood dripping from your living corpse. Then came the shadows, the darkness creeping along their vision as their soul slipped from their body. Followed by boiling heat, flames scorching through their flesh and tearing from their chests like a blade piercing their hearts. 

The form that emerged was massive, a cloak dripping crimson fluttering in the wind of an unseen battlefield, verdant flames licking at the air and causing the surrounding shadows to writhe. A dark growl echoed through the building, the stone below them shaking while deathly green eyes glowered down at the living with utter contempt. 

“Do any of you imbeciles know how long it takes to get ghostlings to sleep-” 

[yrsonpurpose]

He grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and football. bonus ±