Finally got my JIB5 photo!
Finally got my JIB5 photo!
For The Masses:
Stiles: Derek put me down!
Derek: How about no?
Stiles: Derek! For the love of—- put me down now, or I swear I’m going to end you! To your end!
Derek: I turn my back for five minutes and you manage to get yourself possessed by a Japanese fox demon and mated to a coyote. Don’t think I’m letting you out of my sight any time soon.
Nogistiles, on the other hand, doesn’t mind being carried *quite* as much.
NO TOUCHY MY BABY!
@ShaunKing exposes Ferguson PD lie about distance from SUV
Huffington Post contrasts how the media treats white suspects and killers better than black victims.
108 more days until Grand Jury deadline.
Jeremy walked onto the red carpet [at American Hustle premiere] with an iPad watching the game. He was screaming at the screen, yelling, “Go, baby go!”
He goes by many names.
Happy Cas day!
(Goofy kiss + bonus college!AU)
(no lie, I just about stuck them in Disney World, with Phil taking a photo of Clint giving Goofy a kiss.)
Yes, it was Friday night. Yes, Phil was studying in the library. No, that was not sad. It was responsible. And practical. And his boyfriend was engaged in some campus-wide Nerf game, so it’s not like he had anything better to do at the moment.
He was working ahead on his Ancient History paper, immersed in listing the differences between recorded history and accounts in literature, steadfastly ignoring the muted sounds of students running around the lower levels, taking cover behind the bookcases as they fired styrofoam darts at each other.
Phil jerked up at the bang of the stairwell door slamming open and sighed in irritation; they’d finally breached his fortress of solitude. Not a minute later, something smacked into the back of his head. He glanced down to the floor next to his uncomfortably straight-backed chair at the offending Nerf dart.
His attention snapped back up to his work table as a body slid across the top, making the whole thing skid to the side with a screeching lurch. There was the whirr of a battery-powered motor and the fwip fwip fwip of three rapid fire darts flying past his cheek. Phil blinked and tried to comprehend the fact that his boyfriend was sprawled over the table in front of him, Nerf gun aimed at some point behind him.
Clint tore his eyes away from whoever he was shooting at and grinned at Phil. “No worries, babe,” he said. “I’ll defend your honor.”
“How chivalrous of you,” Phil returned, deadpan.
Clint’s head turned as he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. “Do me a favor?” he asked. “Grab those darts for me while I school Tony?” His eyes still tracking Tony through the stacks, Clint rolled toward Phil and smacked an open-mouthed kiss just to the side of his nose. Then he flipped off the table, firing after Tony who was cackling as he ran past the psychology shelves.
Phil remained in his seat for a moment, wiping at his slobbery cheek with the back of his hand. Then he stood and walked two stacks over. It was the work of a moment to clothesline Tony, snatch his gun as he fell back, and fire a dart at his forehead then one at Clint’s ass as he ran past.
Phil checked the ammo left—7 darts, enough—and gave chase.
that’s Matt Wagner, skottieyoung, tony moore, Matthew clarke and many others.
Hey, look, it’s our hallway.
Edited to add:
This is the wallpaper we used: http://www.grahambrown.com/us/product/52050/taylor-wood-frames
I fucking love this idea. I’mma draw on that wall one day. You just watch me. One of my featureless abomination bobbleheads right above that fuckin’ stunning Tony Moore.
HI KIT I SEE YOU THERE.
TAHICHI 9/21 vol. 4121
Today TOKIO turns 20 years old!
The five of us worked a job together today!
I wonder how long it’s been since we’ve all been together, like on September 21st! We got this cake from the staff!