C-est-ta-fille-rousse - ✌🏽

knives out 1: in a world full of exploitation -- amidst rich assholes who are all playing their own games, in a country that feels entitled to a land they stole -- you have to play your own game, and a strategy of kindheartedness is valuable.

knives out 2: but beating them at their own game is also valuable. burning shit down will be the answer sometimes. and the rich are not immune to destruction, despite all their resources, because their networks are so toxic and codependent. and also they're dumb. they're a very shaky tower of cards.

shoutout to the guy who created a parody account of cinemasins where instead of pointing out every single flaw in a film, he just pointed out things he liked about the movie. you're so right cinemawins its so much more fun to like things

top 5 beatdown is such a delightful show to me. my favorite part is when someone goes IN THIS RANKING… i pick. THIS THING! and someone else is like LMAOOOOOO u like THIS THING! that is so stupid. and then 2 minutes later u find out they have it ranked even higher

"Buck, wake up."

Gale whines softly and buries his face deeper into the pillow that he hugs with his arms.

"No, I don't want to."

It's such a perfect morning.

The sun gently warms his ankle, sticking out from the cocoon of the blanket, with its gentle morning rays and Gale is already on the verge of waking up, his feelings are gradually starting to return him to reality, but the veil of sleep has not yet fallen, his breathing is even and calm, as is his heartbeat, and he does not want to open his eyes and completely destroy the sleepy serenity.

He feels John's hand gently stroking his back. It is so big and warm, not heavy, but just a little bit weighty, giving a feeling of anchor, it gives him a feeling of calm, safety and home.

John's touches in the morning are usually not like this. They are persistent and greedy, he pokes his morning hard-on into his buttocks, and his hands shamelessly slip either into his underwear or under his T-shirt, persistently caressing his nipples, his lips kissing everything that gets in their way, be it Gale's face, his neck, hair, at the same time hotly whispering all sorts of lustful nonsense in his ears, just to quickly warm up sleepy Gale to a state where he will be ready to have sex.

But this morning John is not horny, he is gentle. "Well," Gale thinks, "and such mornings are supposed to be too." He feels so good now, he likes the way John's hand slowly strokes his shoulder blades, moves up and down his spine and gently rubs his ribs through his T-shirt.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty," John presses himself closer to him.

"Nooo, it's too early for sex, I need another hour of sleep," Gale grumbles into the pillow and his words can hardly be heard. For some reason, he wiggles his butt from side to side like a big NO, as if he thinks that words are not enough and it needs to be clearly shown to John, that he does not want to leave the embrace of sleep.

He feels more than hears how John quietly laughs next to him, "You'll be late for work."

Gale growls in annoyance, "Then I will certainly not get up if it is for work and not for sex!"

He hugs the pillow even tighter and thinks how did they manage to achieve all this - a house, a shared bed and gentle caresses awakening you from sleep on a perfect morning? How did they overcome all the taboos and barriers on their way to be here and now? It was hellish work, almost harder than both returning alive from the war. From the realization of how much they overcame to have their tiny piece of happiness, his chest begins to hurt and as if feeling it, John hugs him and presses him to himself.

"Baby, you have to get up."

"No."

"You have so much work to do."

"That's not the right motivation at all, Bucky!" Gale chuckles.

"You have a lot of things to do," John's tone becomes more insistent.

Gale groans.

"Buck!" There's a strange, tense ringing in John's voice and Gale doesn't like it.

"Oh, God, dear, why are you yelling like that, I'm getting up..."

Gale opens his eyes and looks out the window. It's gloomy and cloudy outside and it's probably going to rain soon. He looks at the gray, heavy sky for a moment and blinks in confusion. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. How is this possible when just a few minutes ago he felt the warm rays of the sun on his skin?

Gale raises himself on his elbow, frowning. He no longer feels John's warm touch and he doesn't need to turn around to know that he is completely alone in this bed, like in this whole house.

John died many years ago.

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The ghosts of the past haunt Gale.

Inspired by these words

does it ever drive you crazy… just how fast the night changes?

Finally catching up on Ghost Files and every time there's an underlit shot of Shane all I can think about is the mirror dude from Shrek

since that one post about edwards not wearing shoes during top gun is doing so well i thought i may as well i may show my favorite things anthony edwards said on reddit when he was given the chance

if y’all want more don’t hesitate to tell me because i enjoy this. too much

whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

Source: Screen Rant