#and his smile 🥺

[sacredthefran]

I feel like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time

[mx-time-bunny]

His smile 😊

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hobie stopped to draw a little doodle of himself. He was like oh I'm writing a note for Gwendy I'll draw a little me.

And it's like not crunched in the corner or anything it looks like he planned to have it there so he left a little space to doodle 😭

He got out red and white markers to draw a little SpiderPunk for that note.

He's such a silly little guy. I'm gonna cry about it.

[colleenispunk]

i want him to squeeze me.

[smileysvech]

swayman 🤝 swayman

[aylinaliens]

[sensitivehandsomeactionman]

Russell and Colter | Tracker 1.12

[herewegobebe]

KEY | ✈ Departure 231212 [x]

[murderofcrow]

Ves bothering his guitarist boyfriend during his solo again. 🎸

[meidui]

[cable-knit-sweater]

“…for a little kid that wanted to be an actor, that was a very nice moment”

[predoom]

tiny baby pw

[colleenispunk]

here have some black and white Pedro pictures I edited :)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

OKAY WHAT IF I CRIED .

[chxrlie-cox]

New photo of Charlie with Philip J Silvera, stunt co-ordinator for Daredevil Born Again

📸 via afstunts on ig

[kingkatsuki]

Sanemi hates drinking, and yet he finds himself seated in the local rowdy Izakaya facing you as you throw back another glass of sake.

He thinks Uzui is getting you drunk on purpose, leaning over to fill your empty cup as you give him the cutest smile. A smile that Sanemi wishes he could steal from him as he hunches over his still full cup, scrunching his nose in irritation.

“I don’t know why you joined to be miserable.”

The words ring out, but he’s not miserable— not even close. Not when he’s watching you giggle beside a just as drunk Mitsuri as she takes your hand in her own; eyes flitting across the table with no subtlety whatsoever as she gives Obanai a fleeting look. Sanemi almost rolls his eyes as he looks at the man who also hasn’t touched his drink, the poor lovesick fool tagging along because he knew Mitsuri would be here.

But isn’t that why Sanemi is here too? Because he knew you would be here.

And he grumbles and complains when he watches you stand to leave, cursing beneath his breath when he notices just how drunk you are. Immediately raising to his feet to stop you falling face first into the table as he clings to your upper arms, hoping you can’t see how pink his cheeks are beneath the flickering candlelight.

He’s still complaining when he bends his knees just enough to help you cling onto his shoulders, lifting you up with ease. The years of training to become a Hashira now useful as he holds you as though you weigh nothing— calloused palms holding onto the bottom of your bare thighs as Sanemi tries to ignore the way your uniform skirt has practically bunched around your waist. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders as you press your cheek to his, your glossy lips grazing his ear every time you turn to speak to him. Churning out the most nonsense, Sanemi reckons, although he by no means wants you to stop. He’d listen to you talk about anything.

The streets are quiet as he gives you a piggy bag ride through them, walking towards your home as he has to curse beneath his breath when he almost drops you when you see a cat— tightening his grip on your thighs as you forget to hold onto him and reach out for it. Bending his waist to keep you flush against him as you scramble to cling onto his haori, squealing as though you’re about to fall.

But Sanemi would never let you fall, he’d always be there to catch you.