GOD FUCKING DAMMIT
#2 I love how in a good 40% of these, Tony follows up his flirting by asking Steve where another teammate is. It’s like “good morning my beautiful teapot, what wonderful sex we have with each other. Are the kids ready for school yet or do I need to go after them?”
I’m not half as good at—at anything as I am when I’m doing it next to you. And that’s the truth.
The cast of The Maze Runner discussing who they’d want as a partner if they were stuck in a real life survival situation *
We’re all in so deep in Coliver and we are 4 episodes in
pray for us all
captain america: the winter soldier is actually a romantic comedy about bisexual retired airman sam wilson and the sudden parade of hot people barelling into his life
Connor Walsh: A Summary
the day i don’t reblog this is the day i am deceased
things I’m sure Clint actually said to Steve at some point during a real battle.
dogs deserve to live forever
And humans don’t?
Anonymous said: sterek being reunited after surviving the zombie apocalypse unknowing if the other was alive or dead AU. my soul needs this
20132015 we had sex in a broken down car wash. can check off steamy hand prints on a window from the bucket list. FUCK YEAH.
Stiles kept a log of everything. The camp stopped counting days, calendars were useless, phones had no signal, time was measured purely in trips in and out of the gate. Footfall, heads at tables, mouths being fed, those were what mattered to the Sheriff, to everyone in charge. It didn’t make a difference if it was a Tuesday or a Thursday.
But, Stiles needed something to commemorate the day, to have it written down, and Derek found a journal on one of their scouting trips, brought it back and tossed it on the bed.
"To stop you scraping damn notches on the bed post," he’d remarked.
Stiles had laughed, smirked at him even as his eyes were fond and filled with gratitude, “Everyone else thinks they’re for something else.”
"They must think we have a great deal of stamina," Derek had replied, dropping down on the lumpy mattress.
Stiles had hummed, run dirty but gentle fingers through Derek’s hair, “Or, that we’re desperate and frantic at the end of the world.”
"Is that why you kissed me last year, then?"
"Nope, I would have done that eventually; I’ve always been desperate about you, obviously."
"Obviously," Derek had repeated drily, buried his face in Stiles’ thigh, listened to him write something on the first page, his heartbeat fill the room.
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