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notacluedo · 5 months

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#Andrew minyard #My ignorance for piercing rules in sports games is unwavering he will wear his snakebites whenever I want #The picture is based off a photo of Tom Wilson bleeding profusely #Tw blood #aftg #all for the game #my art #the foxhole court #Andrew with the 90s leo dicaprio titanic haircut as he should

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psykopaths · 1 month

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The Aviator, (2004)

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c0mbatchameleon · 20 hours

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Hiii how y’all doing just here to drop a random snippet

The midnight lighting sweeps over James’ skin, casting soft shadows. Specks of glitter along his eyelids—no doubt Dorcas’ doing, damn her—twinkle like individual stars. A night sky painted over this sculpture of a face, of a boy. Eyes crinkled in laughter, cheeks blossoming.

The music is muffled, as if they really are underwater, at the bottom of some sea, and Regulus is swimming in it. The beat pierces through the waves, resonating in the floor beneath him and straight through to his chest. Or maybe that’s just his heartbeat. Or James’. Maybe the room is just one big heartbeat.

Regulus is so lost in it all he doesn’t notice when neither of them are laughing anymore.

James’ eyes, gold and glittering, sweep over Regulus’ face in interest. “Who did your makeup?”

His mouth feels dry as he replies, “Pandora.”

James raises a hand gently and hesitantly, holds his fingers out by the younger boy’s face, like the iridescent lines sloped across it have some sort of pull. “Can I?”

Regulus holds his breath. And nods.

He watches the pure wonder strewn across James’ expression as he softly traces the lines—beneath his eyes, across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, above his eyebrows and then below. It’s a ghost of a touch and it’s leaving trails of white-hot flame. Regulus keeps himself as still as possible, breaths shallow, like the slightest movement might scare him and his touch away.

“So pretty,” James murmurs, so softly it’s not clear if he knows he said it out loud.

“Uh- yeah,” Regulus stutters, “she’s good at makeup.”

The tracing continues dangerously close to Regulus’ lips as James speaks in almost a whisper. “Oh. Yeah, the makeup too.”

#from a Halloween chapter in which James is dressed as the 90s leo dicaprio Romeo #there is no Juliet. just Sirius as drag queen Mercurio #mercutio**#I j feel like that’s important information #anyways so much to do so little time as always #counting down the days until I graduate…..#unnamed physics fic #writing stuff and things #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus fic #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fanfiction

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skywstuff · 1 year

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young leonardo dicaprio icons

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1-800-adoreyou · 2 years

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Leo DiCaprio imagine: Red

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"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end / Street / Faster then the wind, passionate as sin..."

“I did it, Baby! I got the part!” Leo’s animated voice announced into the phone’s receiver. “I’m gonna be Romeo!” His breath was heavy, almost in bewilderment.

My heart swelled with pride, a grin spreading across my face. “That’s amazing, Leo! I’m so proud of you.”

“We’re going to celebrate!” Leo beamed, clearing his throat. “You don’t need to get dolled up, just put on something comfortable and be ready in an hour!”

The line clicked, making me realize he had hung up. A chuckle left my throat as I stood from my bed, darting over to my closet. Something comfortable must have meant a sweater and jeans, seeing as how it was early February.

Leo had been yearning after this role ever since he stumbled upon the audition sheet with his agent, and good friend, Rick. There had been many nights where I would find him in the dining room, pacing about and reciting lines in the wee hours of the morning.

His commitment to acting was extremely endearing. He never stopped until he knew it was right, even if that meant losing sleep for weeks. I had helped a few nights, reading Juliett’s lines; That usually turned into him giggling like a little boy when he got to kiss me. I had always responded by playfully smacking his arm and pulling him in, a smile etching its way across my own face.

* * * * *

The door opened as I walked down the staircase, fixing my boot. The most beautiful boy stood tall, a bright smile across his face. His dirty blonde hair was disheveled, strands covering his face. “You look stunning.” Was the only thing he said, his grin growing.

He raced over to me, stopping when his chest was about to touch mine. His brush-stroked eyebrows were pinched up, his smile stretching across his whole face. His long, ivory fingers cupped my cheek and I turned into his palm to lay a kiss upon it.

His left hand found its way across my waist, forehead gently resting against my own. “Kiss me, you goof.” I giggled, wrapping my arm around his neck.

Leo didn’t need to be told twice, he crashed his pillowy lips against mine. His kisses were always passionate, no matter how tired or upset he was. Deep relishing kisses. The type of kisses that made your knees weak and want to sink into him. So passionate. Like red.

We broke apart a minute later for air, the atmosphere quiet and comfortable. I cupped his cheeks in my palms, admiring his beauty and enchanting eyes. “You have no idea how proud of you I am.” I laid a kiss upon his cheek, which made him grin.

“As much as I adore holding you,” he started, fingertips roaming the valley of my neck “but I do believe our daylight is running out.” His fingers found mine and he darted for the door, my feet just barely keeping up.

It was exhilarating. Whenever I was with Leo it seemed like all my fears and doubts would melt away, like he was my umbrella deflecting everything ‘wrong’. But now, as we run down the gravel path of our house laughing and giggling, I realize just how much I cared for him.

The beautiful autumn colors whizzed past us as he pulled me to his car, parked at the end of the gravel path. His maserati sat at the end of the driveway, a silver stallion just waiting to be mounted.

The sound of honey poured from his lips, a deep sound. It radiated into the air, seemingly to make the sun brighter and the leaves around us enhance in color.

My own laughter escaped my throat, almost tripping over my feet against Leo's pounding momentum. I couldn't blame him, this could possibly be the role of a lifetime.

He came to a sudden halt, which made me fall into his back. Couldn't even warn me, apparently. I rolled my eyes, a chuckle escaping my mouth. He turned and offered me a smile. Damn, that smile.

The passenger door opened, and he led me inside. I thanked him, and he just ran to the other side of the vehicle.

Where we were going? I had no clue. With Leo we could either be driving to a fancy restaurant or, we could be going to a field of enchanting flowers and mushrooms. I adored that about him.

I looked out of the window as he stepped in and overturned the engine. The sound of our favorite song being spewed from the speakers, funnily enough, which was 'Killing Me Softly'.

When I first met Leo, we were at a highschool party which we had both crashed. We bumped into each other on the dancefloor and started talking. We talked for a while until this song came on. He had asked me to dance. And we did. We danced together for the rest of the night.

"I heard he sang a good song!" Leo sang, rolling down the windows with a grin. "I heard he had a style" with one hand on the wheel, he interlocked our fingers.

Looking over at him, I caught myself gazing into his diamond eyes. "And so I came to see him" I laughed, staring into his twinkling blues. "And listen for a while."

About a few songs later, we came up to a dead end street that lead the way to a flower field. My head snapped over to Leo, who pressed on the gas. Confusion washed over my face, why did he speed up?

"Hey, Honey?" I asked him, looking over.

His expression was set in determination, his mouth quirking to the side in a smirk. "Hang on!" He said, letting his foot's weight rest on the pedal.

Was he actually going to speed into a field? There's no way. Although the determined glare said otherwise. My hand flew into the air and grasped the 'oh shit' handle. "Leo," I warned.

"We'll be fine!" He yelped, now flooring it.

Houses and people flew past us, almost making my head-spin. "Leonardo!" My grip tightened. My heart rate started to escalate, in a few moments it would be pounding against my ribcage.

"Trust me!" Was all he said, his dirty blonde hair being whipped around by the air. His eyes started to shine, if that was at all more possible.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe the calm look in his eye or, maybe it was because I loved him but I trusted him. I trusted him completely.

Thank God this was a dead end street.

The transition from concrete to grass made the car jerk. Leo swiftly wrenched the wheel to his left, making both our bodies tug to one side. A screech left my throat as the car spun full throttle, but somehow Leo kept it all under control.

The car spun to a stop. Once the car had stopped, Leo and I started giggling. I knew he would somehow keep us safe.

"See? 'Ya just had to trust me." He looked over at me, a bright smile flashing across his face. "C'mon, our picnic dinner is going bad."

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junior-stargazer-goke91 · 30 days

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