Gary Oldman for Prada Menswear Fall 2012
I need all of these too. Just sayin.
A collection of OOC things, my artwork and some general writings. Often involves NSFW and political content.
All of the pornographic stuff is tagged with #NSFW!
Gary Oldman for Prada Menswear Fall 2012
I need all of these too. Just sayin.
Scott McCall is a gift.
Emotionally intelligent male protagonist.
Idolizes his mother
Respects his girlfriend
Is caring and supportive of his friends
Empathizes with his enemies
Believes in negotiaton and compromise over force
Not only all of this, but he also doesn’t spend the entire show pulling that OH WOE IS ME MY LIFE IS HORRIBLE I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS QQQQ stuff. He has a period of mourning for what was his normal life (which is utterly understandable), and then he gets right to trying to master what he is and what he can do. And when responsibility falls onto his shoulders, while he is a little hesitant at first, he grows and learns to shoulder the burden, and he does so willingly.
Not to mention the fact that he does things like refuses to go all Alpha because he might hurt someone.
He’s all in all a good guy who’s trying to do the best for the people around him and make the best out of the card he was dealt.
He’s a fantastic character, and it makes me sad that so many people apparently dislike him.
He’s also pretty fuckin’ adorable.
|· Teen wolf ·|
Donaugh seems almost surprised at the question. He tugs at the edge of his mustache, raising his brows with a slowly spreading boyish grin. ”Well! Can’t say I’ve seen it much on men, but I do love a pretty lady in some silk and lace. Add one of those sheer robes, and… mm.”
He coughs into a hand, grinning more broadly now. ”And that was just in Gilneas… I wonder what kinds of lingerie all these other races wear?”
The Gilnean rubs the back of his neck, laughing quietly. Although he didn’t appear nervous exactly, Donaugh’s gaze held a certain edge to it as he gazed at his interrogator. ”Fantasies, like anyone else? I suppose that won’t do for an answer, eh?”
He rubs the heel of his hand along his jaw thoughtfully, exhaling. ”Most of the time it’s whilst thinking of people I’d visited back in Gilneas before… well… everything. Still human, still back home, still…” He gestures vaguely. ”But sometimes… I don’t know, but sometimes I think about other people I’ve seen, and I guess it’s the wolf in me, but… so much more rough in my head.”
Donaugh chuckles, shaking his head with a little flush to his fair cheeks. ”Either way, if I ever get around to not going solo all the time, I have a feeling it’ll be… quite the different experience.”
There is no shame in the rake’s broad, fiendish grin. ”Does ‘t matter? Well, I been wi’ ‘em small an’ big both, an’ so long ‘s ‘eir big ‘nough t’do t’job, tha’s t’ ‘mportan’ par’. Bu’ I gotta say, man… bigger ‘ey are, t’ better t’challenge, ‘f’n y’ge’ my meanin’. An’ ‘f they ain’, jes’ means I can flip ‘em o’er and have a go ‘t ‘em m’self.”
"Or mebbe e’en ‘f ‘ey are big.” Deft digits stroke his goatee, amusement remaining in the tilt of ears and narrowing of his eyes. He draws a deep breath, then exhales it in a purr.
"Migh’y big ‘nough. I make some o’ ‘em cry wi’ ‘t, so’s ‘t works ou’ well. Bu’ soun’s like somethin’ y’nee’ t’be t’ judge o’ yerself, eh?" Adjusting his perch languidly, Avarien walks his fingers down to his belt line suggestively.
(Before I forget!)
Where does your character live? Why did they choose it, and how did they acquire it? How do they handle intruders (graciously? violently?)? Describe the space.
Gareth has two places he lives in (at least that are his, anyway). The first is in Stormwind, the home that is his official residence. He chose it because of its location at the heart of the Alliance, and at the same time, its closeness to the sea is relatively comforting. He loves the city despite it’s damage and its problems; while he no longer owns the house he grew up in, there are elements of it within his current lodgings. His second home is a place in the Grizzly Hills, a secluded and quiet place surrounded by grasslands. This is where he goes to be alone in whatever means he needs to, or in the event that he actually does find a partner in one fashion or another, might guide them there rather than Stormwind.
Unless Stormwind is more convenient.
As far as intruders, it does not matter which place he is staying in. Intruders are dealt with swiftly and usually with a heavy hand.
Have you participated in a threesome? Any more than three? Would you be interested in inviting more people?
Avarien blinks, then slowly grins and barks a laugh. ”Well yeh! T’all o’t questions! ’S been awhile ‘course, bu’ I been a par’ o’orgies ‘afore; couple o’em.” The rake waves a hand dismissively. ”Lo’s a’stuff’s gone ‘n since ‘en, bu’ ‘ey, I ain’ sayin’ no t’somethin’ ‘appening ‘n t’future. Migh’ mee’ some righ’ needy people’t need some takin’ care o’, y’hear?”
"Sides, ge’ t’bear ‘n ‘t, tha’ jes’ makes ‘t more fun."
He laughs again, shaking his head and throwing a leg over the arm of his chair, hand curling over his belly. ”G’wan ‘en so’s I can take care o’m’self, ‘nless yer gonna offer t’help.”
Celebren has the utter lack of grace to actually look mildly offended. Her ears tilt, and she purses death-darkened lips with a quiet huff. ”I’ve been told that my kisses are quite excellent,” she drawls dangerously, armored hand curling into a fist at her side. With her eye narrowed, she takes a step forward, shoulders back. ”Care to find out?”
Shout out to the folks like me who apologize to inanimate objects when ya’ run into them.
The masculine framed Death Knight does not look uncomfortable persay at the question, but there is a long and awkward silence. Her single eye bores into her interlocutor with icy focus before she finally lifts her chin with a sharp snort through her nose.
"I have experienced neither and find no necessity to—your answer is no. That question is better aimed at someone more capable of answering it; but I would surmise that just as hate is not always the cause of violence, neither is love always the cause of sexuality.”
Kay makes a squeaky, nervous sound at the question, ears perking and eyes widening. ”W-wha—I!” An intelligible bit of flustered mumbling follows, and he waves a fans himself with one hand while staring at the ceiling.
"W-well, ah, I s-suppose… they’re kind-hearted and quite a bit bigger than I, have proven to be an excellent friend. I am often in awe of their faith and the strength they use to wield it, and I know… I know they can be depended upon whenever I may need them most."
"They just… well… I-I don’t think they know there’s any sort of attraction. I mean, I don’t think they’re… you know. I-into… ah… men. Such as I am."
"A-are we done?"
Kailenn blinks, cheeks flushing, and he briefly looks away whilst smoothing hands over his skirts. ”Ah, well… I… don’t grow much body hair to begin with, but I get rid of it all—although not through shaving. I have several means of epilation; thankfully, I couldn’t grow much of a beard even if I wanted to. The closest I ever got was a little bit of fuzz right beneath my lower lip.”
"On others, though, ah… ehe he." He flushes again, clears his throat and straightens once again. "I must admit I’m rather fond of fuzz—which is a good thing considering… ahm… things."
Kay promptly rubs the back of his neck and feigns sudden interest in the drape of his vibrant curls. Ahem.
Since no one was specificed, these’ll be for Kailenn!
Wine and Dine!
Kailenn touches his bottom lip lightly with his fingers, cheeks and tips of his ears covered in a soft flush. ”A-ah… it isn’t necessary. Sometimes spontaneity is quite pleasing, especially if, ahm…” the cleric clears his throat, glancing sideways. ”Well, in unexpected places. But I do enjoy a good bit of romance here and there, as well. It depends on the mood, really. My mood… their mood, whichever. Although as of late, unexpected reee…lations have been more common than not.”
Again he clears his throat, rolling his shoulders back. ”Not that I’m, ah… complaining.”
"W-what’s my… oh!" Smoothing the skirts of his robe with soft hands, Kay tilts his head to one side and blinks almost owlishly. After a moment, a coy little smile forms on plump lips, one brow raised. "Well, despite what people seem to expect of me because of my… tastes and appearance, I am in fact open to everyone of all genders and gender identities. While certainly I have been surrounding myself with particularly… large and overwhelmingly masculine fellows of late, I am not disinclined to look upon and think about others, as well."
There is a closing, self-satisfied little smirk and huff at that.
He’s pretty willing to try things at least once, but that’s more of ‘that’s some serious stuff to mess with.’
Danny’s basically of the mindset of “EH You only live once! Generally.” Silly old man takes unnecessary risks anyway with things, but stuff like that he’s way more careful about.
Partially BECAUSE he has so much metal in him.