"Buck, Wake Up."

jamie & rebecca + making choices

“How can you not be angry?”

“I am angry,” the werewolf said. “But unlike you, I don’t have the luxury of showing it without being called a monster. Without someone taking it as a sign of proof that I need to be put down like a rabid dog, that I’m just like what the stories tell you.” 

“But everyone gets angry…that’s human.”

“Up until the point when you’re not human.”

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.

'Body Talks' - A Top Gun Icemav Edit

It is done! I worked pretty hard on this for some weeks now. My first fandom edit, but I really like the result! Be sure to reblog, if you enjoyed it!! Song: Body Talks - The Struts Also on youtube: https://youtu.be/i4lv45MppsI

huge fan of them not giving sam a love interest and instead putting a suspicious amount of photos of him and bucky throughout his office.

Steven Lim: "we're hemorrhaging money every month I don't know if I can afford groceries at this point"

Ryan Bergara: "More than 20 people are financially dependent on me catching ghosts and my emotional relationship with a blue puppet, I'm so scared we'll fail"

Shane "meh we'll be fine" Madej: "meh we'll be fine"

Watching the Percy Jackson series has made me empathize with Aphrodite more than I ever thought possible.

Cuz these kids are TWELVE and are out here just trying to SURVIVE, but every time Percy and Annabeth interact I’m giggling and kicking my feet like “Hehehe you don’t know it yet, but that is the love of your life. Yes, yes, there’s a big scary monster but what about the slow-burn romance?”

And I always found it so annoying in the books when Aphrodite would show up and only be interested in the romantic dynamics between the characters and otherwise be kinda useless. But now??? I’m totally on the same page with her. Cuz I know they’re going to fight a million monsters and win, and at the end of the day one fight looks just like the next. But they only fall in love ONCE and it’s AMAZING.

Like damn. Apologies the goddess Aphrodite. I suddenly get it.

can we just take a second to appreciate Aryan Simhadri? he's a fantastic actor, every second he's on the screen he manages to make his actions scream GROVER. he's perfect for his role just like Leah and Walker are yet I don't see nearly enough people talking about him and his contribution to the show in this fandom. he's not only nailing the Grover Underwood vibe but he's also providing so much phenomenal Indian/Asian rep. he's giving so much depth of character and that is so rare for Indians (and Asians generally) in popular media, and he's so conscious of how his background interacts with Grover's. Aryan has given so so much to us and now I wanna hear y'all celebrating that.

something something Jake thrives in chaos but craves peace, something something Bradley thrives in peace but craves chaos

daily create challenge || 2/365

“You used to hate this part.”

Bradley’s voice is soft. Pitched low enough that his words are more rasp than velvet, more of a scratch than a balm, but Jake still feels warmed through.

He cracks an eye open slowly as Bradley’s words hang in the air, shifting a little against Bradley’s side as he forces himself back to awake instead of dozing.

“What part?” Jake asks, arm wrapping tighter around Bradley’s waist.

He hikes his leg up higher over Bradley’s thighs and yawns, wincing when the movement reminds him how they’ve spent the afternoon.

“This,” Bradley murmurs. “Just — bein’ together.”

Jake snorts. “You mean the afterglow? M’pretty sure I love this part, sore ass be damned.”

“No,” Bradley mutters fondly. Jake can’t see it happening, but he knows Bradley is rolling his eyes. “Bein’ sore is your fault, by the way. I told you I shoulda gone slower.”

“I haven’t been home for eight weeks and you picked me up wearin’ my cologne,” Jake huffs, stifling a yawn. “I didn’t want slow, I wanted you in me.”

“Romantic.”

“Bite me.”

Bradley laughs quietly, his hand moving over Jake’s arm until he’s able to press his finger against a brand new bruise forming on Jake’s shoulder. “I did, remember?”

Jake twists one of Bradley’s nipples in retaliation. “What part, then?” he asks again, brushing a kiss against Bradley’s collarbone.

Bradley settles at the kiss to his skin, running his fingers up and down the length of Jake’s arm as he answers, “The — after afterglow, I guess. You used to hate the quiet, y’know?”

Jake swallows, closing his eyes. “I still do,” he admits. “Anywhere else, I hate it. It fuckin’ makes my skin crawl.”

Bradley tilts his head so his lips brush against Jake’s forehead as he whispers, “But here’s different?”

“You know it is,” Jake whispers back. Then, teasingly — “There’s no place like home.”

“Mm, you mean back in your house or back to using my chest as a pillow?”

“Our house,” Jake replies, pressing in closer. “And yes.”