#sharp suit

[mileskanex]

Miles Kane via ig stories - 13.04.2024

[themancorialist]

Oldham Street, Manchester.

[froglegsblogs]

Emizel chaos page, him and Shilo are definitely my favorites so far.

[heartorbit]

the star you've longed for

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[davidtennan-t]

Channeling his inner James Bond to sell another car for Red Nose Day 🔴

[mokimo-art]

Efah got a job with costumers service... she's not happy about it

[urlocalwhumper]

living weapon whumpee who's never known anything but pain and violence.

their existence hurts. they were made to be effective, not happy, and their masters decided that keeping them in constant pain provided better results. they're wilder, more unpredictable, and the pain keeps them from thinking straight enough to question anything.

they're only given painkillers, only allowed a respite from their seemingly endless suffering, after a successful mission. it keeps them loyal, and most importantly, teaches their brain to associate acts of violence with relief and rewards.

everyone they've ever met has treated them as a tool, a monster, or both. they don't know how to be anything else.

that is until they're rampaging through a village, destroying, killing, whatever their masters demand of them. whatever will give them a few blissful hours of numbness.

one of the villagers steps out of a ruined building and looks them straight in the eyes. whumpee expects fear, hatred, disgust, the things they see in the faces of every person who's ever crossed their path. but they see something completely different.

compassion.

whumpee is so stunned, they don't think to move or do anything at all as the villager steps closer, gently reaching out a hand to cup whumpee's face.

"oh, poor thing." they murmur, taking in the creature in front of them - part human, part animal, part machine. "they've done a number on you, huh?"

whumpee blinks at them. pain continues to course through their body, but the gentle hand on their cheek distracts them, even if just a little. all the indistinct noise in their foggy, addled mind finally goes quiet.

caretaker had stepped out in front of the being destroying their home with the intention to get through to it or die trying, and the expectation to absolutely die trying.

they did not at all expect the seemingly feral mishmash of metal, fur, and flesh to lean so heavily into their touch that they nearly collapsed into caretaker's arms.

[confused-wanderer]

Everyone gets terrified when they see Dick put on the Cape and go into downright brooding shadow death aura mode, capturing Bruce’s scowl and glare to an uncanny extent.

They don’t know that the real reason Nightwing had to get real good real fast at transforming into batman is because in his early batman days he accidentally smiled while trying to talk down this guy from blowing up a building.

They made eye contact for a split second, before the guy burst into tears. He then proceeded to rip off the bomb, throw up, faint, wake up, throw up again before immediately running for the window of the 45th floor of a building.

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[david-tennant-in-chairs]

Mondays, amiright?

[colinprovolone]

idk what this pose is but it’s fun to put him in outfits

[busymatches]

im losing it over this fake boyband

[yennao]

In case y’all were starting think I was doing something with my life, nope! I’ve made these Tens for nobody but me! Have a nice day!

[unpretty]

Alright, important question: does Colombo or Constantine wear the coat better?

it is constantine's lot in life that he has never worn anything better than anyone in his entire life, and if he ever seems like he is that means he's pretending to be someone else and the whole thing is going to collapse the instant he's himself again

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