#sorry not sorry marcus

[totounderground]

[fincherly]

my gf was looking through wesker's wiki page (as you do) and sent me this

and i lost my shit bc it just seems like they're looking at him like girls look at a weird bug

[4ever-feral]

Just one chance Pedro that’s all I need 😩😭

[cavillscurls]

“fifty-year-old battle-scarred veteran and hero”

[enidtendo64]

Old concept I had of Pacifica entering some sort of Lumberjack clan competition as a favor to Archibald and him possessing her in order to compete and win

[pedrorascal]

same difference

[faint-taste-of-almonds]

I like the idea of there being something a little sharper about Zaunites.

Jayce often turns around to find Viktor much closer than he had thought, even being able to hear the tapping of his cane. During late nights in the lab, his amber eyes burn violently in the blue glow of the hexgems. On the rare occasion he blinks, Jayce can swear they appear reflective, like a cat’s. Just tricks of the light and the mind.

Mel’s skin rises the first time Jayce brings Viktor to a Council meeting. They’ve met before, of course, but there’s something immovable in his grip when she shakes his hand, touching him for the first time. Viktor smiles ingenuinely, almost mockingly, at something Salo says, and his teeth are a tad sharp. Mel has grown up around war, around danger, but it had always come for her head on. In Piltover, it came in the form of ruining reputations or profits. She wonders how thoroughly Viktor could ruin someone before they even realized he was there. She dreams of wolves and foxes that night, and from a tree, the ember-bright eyes of a lynx watches, waiting for the other predators to tear each other apart.

Vi likes to climb. Caitlyn knows this, though she supposes she didn’t really think about it. It’s almost beautiful to watch, really — the agile switches, the power thrumming beneath Vi’s skin like she might burst from it. Vi maneuvers through the rooftops of Zaun as easily as breathing. Sometimes, Caitlyn’s own breath will catch when the jump looks too far, too much, then Vi’s hand will catch the ledge without fail and she can huff a laugh. She ignores how many distances Vi has crossed that shouldn’t be crossable. Like a cat, a Zaunite will always land on their feet.

Ekko seems to move quite strangely, Heimerdinger thinks. Though, he’s never truly paid close attention to human movements, the boy seems to traverse without the normal effect of gravity, as if he simply never dismounted his hoverboard. It was far too smooth, far too even — it took a considerable time for Heimerdinger to put his finger on it. As they discover the sickness of the tree, the pattern changes. Ekko glitches sometimes, staying in one place for too long before seemingly being sling-shot through space, appearing somewhere else without having gotten there. A mystery for later, he supposes.

Silco feels like a condensation of all Zaun’s noxious gases, perhaps with a vein of Shimmer added for realism. Marcus feels like his lungs are clouding just from being around him, getting the urge to cough out the pollution. Silco is the grimy cracks, the perpetually-wet streets, the sunken ribs and track marks of every body slumped on every street. His voice curls around Marcus like a snake, squeezing tighter and tighter until the fear and the threats are the only things left in his brain. Yet, Silco sits calmly, always far too still. Sometimes his scar appears to splinter in front of Marcus’s eyes. When he tucks his daughter in a night, he wonders about what kind of monster might slip, unheard, through the cracks of her window.

There’s always been Something in the air in Zaun. The water too. Really, can one be surprised at the consequences?

[smurny]

Imagine you’re in a suicide cult sworn to chastity and you’ve been in love with your shieldmate your whole life. He is succumbing to his shadow so ur going to have to kill him, but you love him so you hesitate. The night before u have to kill him, u both decide to have sex for the first time and it’s beautiful. The morning after, ur shieldmate is captured, then imprisoned until he becomes a monster and kills your entire family, friends and everyone you ever knew and finally kills you too.

TLDR: Justice/Marcus are a mill times more devastating and tragic than Romeo/Juliet ever was

[hortensius]

The senators are gossipingggg (ft. Marcus Tullius Cicero & Marcus Caelius Rufus)

Background credit: 1st cent. BC fresco from the House of Augustus on the Palatine Hill in Rome. Picture taken by me.

[saruouka]

[eva-birdman]

He has to fund their broken down space station somehow

[babygirlspurgeon]

presents for all!!!!!!

[dindjarindiaries]

The first look at Pedro Pascal in Gladiator II dropped? Great! I'm already projecting Din Djarin onto every image

[4ever-feral]

Everytime I see him do that little eyebrow lift Something FERAL something PRIMAL awakens within me. Like BARK BARK WOOF DADDY. 😩🤤

[kedsandtubesocks]

i will fight canon for you general

[mamelukeraza]

its really no surprise bestie