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Xavier Dolan in It: Chapter 2 (2019) dir. Andy Muschietti

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You smell like him. And the voice, too. Same fucking voice.

Tom at the Farm (2013), dir. Xavier Dolan

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Xavier Dolan by Shayne Laverdiere for CHIC magazine [x]

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🦌 from Satoshi!

kkskskjidj;jel ARE YOU READY FOR THIS

// Aleksander //

"No." Suspiciously the wisened old detective eyes up the beaming smile of the young man who was offering the ridiculous item of decorative clothing, a scowl appearing while he slugged back the rest of his wine. "No, I ain't wearing that. Go find someone else to." Job done, confident in his answer and perfectly ready to go in search of another drink. But why is the kid still staring at him so expectantly? A brow arches while Aleksander does his best not to just emit a rumbling sigh. "Look kid, I said no." But his resolve is weakening the more he looks at the sweet young thing. There's nothing malevolent in the designs, it's just a little bit of headgear for him to wear and make him look more festive for the part. "Christ... fine." Is it patronising to kneel down so he can have the item put on his head? Probably. And of course he was still scowling when the young man settled the antlers onto his head before fixing his fringe so it was properly framed by his new accessory. "All done?" He's back to straightening up immediately when he's given the go ahead to do it, trying not to look quite so unhappy at the situation. After all... he doesn't look that bad.

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💋 from Koda!

#hislovelykitten

// Harper //

"I'm... sorry you want to what...?" A curious frown rises to crease his brow while the dark eyes roam the figure of the gentleman who had approached him. Scrutinising his features a little too closely, Harper finally lifts his head enough to see he has, indeed, positioned himself beneath a sprig of mistletoe without meaning to. And now this beautiful man was evidently capitalising on the opportunity, while Harper was trying not to immediately read too deeply into it. Mistletoe was meant for kisses, it didn't mean anything. Still his drink was set aside, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. Attention back to the man who had come in closer, the heat of his body was radiating like a sirens call. Enticing him, teasing him. Cautiously Harper wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. Almost jumping at the hand coming to rest on his hip. Strong fingers gripping just enough he could feel it, but not enough to leave a mark behind. Mesmerising... his dark eyes were like molten fire, burning into his very soul. Barely having time to trace every line and contour of the man's face before he 's all too aware of his space being completely invaded in only the best way possible. A hand fists into the man's shirt, a gentle grip so he doesn't accidentally catch him with his nails. Not that either of them would notice if he did, of that he's almost certain while he leans up onto his tiptoes to make up for the small height difference between them. But it's enough for him to want to be in as close as he can get. The heat from his companion's lips, the minty breath ghosting over his skin and then... contact. The world melts away, his free arm steals around the man's neck. Vaguely aware of arms around his waist. And in that moment, nothing else exists except the kiss. The man. Merry Christmas, Sir.

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he’s a mood.

Michael Trevino in the Roswell, New Mexico season 1 blooper reel

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...hngh.

You got better at that. Oh, you know… Wisdom. Experience. Anatomy Class.

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his face in the fifth panel tho.

Alex and Kyle

↳ Roswell, New Mexico - Stay (I Missed You)

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baby!

colors kyles of the rainbow for @trevinosrosendes‘s birthday!

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Christmas themed scenarios!

Send 🎁 to give have my muse give you a present!

(Send 🎁+ if you want to give them a present!)

Send 🎄 to decorate my muse with Christmas ornaments and tinsel!

(Send 🎄+ if you want them to decorate you instead!)

Send 💋 to kiss my muse under a bit of mistletoe!

(Send 💋+ to have them kiss you!)

Send 🦌 to put reindeer antlers on my muse!

(Send 🦌+ to have them put reindeer antlers on you!)

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What Have You Done?

Under The Cut is a short little Drabble for Harper!! The following content warnings are applicable for this Drabble, so please read with caution. ♥

Content Warnings Blood.

"Ow..." His head was throbbing before he even managed to open his eyes, a dull ache making itself known in the back of his neck which only worsened when he moved his head. Cracking an eye to glimpse the alarm clock on his dresser, Harper swallowed a quiet moan of disappointment that the numbers reflected the time was barely 5:21 what in the name of all Holy, Unholy and inbetween had he done to deserve waking up nearly two hours before his alarm was set to go off? He didn't buy into the idea of, Well, I'm awake now! far from it he was more than happy to roll over and go back to sleep. That was the immediate desire, at least. But he became all too painfully aware when his head came back to rest against the pillow that there was a distinctive and rather unpleasant scent clinging to the fabric. A scent he knew intimately, given where he worked and the proximity he was in to this particular substance on a daily basis. It didn't turn his stomach, that wasn't exactly a trait which anyone could claim was desirable in a Butcher. What was turning his stomach was that he knew the distinctive differences in scent between animal blood and human blood.

A hand reached behind him, fumbling for the switch on the lamp. As soon as he bathed the room in the warm yellow glow, the bile in his throat reached an almost painful level. His pillow was smeared with the viscous substance; freshly smeared. It was still sticky, clinging to his skin. That much was evident when he lifted his hand to push his damp curls from his face and found his palm was covered. The fine lines in his skin standing out like they'd been etched into place after the fact. "What the fuck did you do?" The question was posed as though someone else were in the room with him. A fear began prickling in his core, before he knew it Harper was tearing back the blankets and hurtling for the bathroom. More streaks of crimson were all too present along the edge of the mirror, as if he'd deliberately drawn his fingers against the polished surface to leave behind undeniable proof he'd taken the time to enter the room after whatever he'd done. "What have you done?" He demanded of his reflection. Of the pale, drawn face staring back at him with fear in his eyes.

"What have you done." It came as a statement that time, in place of a question. Tears were welling in his eyes the more he stared at himself. Desperately seeking answers he knew weren't coming. There was a hole in the back of his mind. An emptiness. Nothing but darkness. He couldn't remember where he'd even gone last night, the last thing he remembered was leaving work. Calling his goodbyes over his shoulder, he'd had a destination in mind but where was the question. He reached to tug his hand through his hair, automatically letting it fall back to rest against the sink right before he made contact with the wild curls. Though closer inspection confirmed for him that he did, in fact, have blood in his hair too. It was everywhere, he wasn't covered in it but it was enough that he could see spots of it across his chest. A little smear beneath his lower lip. "What the fuck have you done?"

I don't know...

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I’m not saying he makes this face a lot but uh... @hllraiser Gray gets this face a lot. 😂

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MICHAEL TREVINO Roswell, New Mexico 2.07

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I... am sobbing. @spiritingaway

pls boot me straight out of the fandom

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kyle + his pizza

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MY. BEANS. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

benjamin wadsworth & ben barnes

a manip for friends dj and jenna!

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