i am sticking with it

  • <p> <b><b></b> James: </b>It's an amazingly clear day. We're in great shape. We won the last game, we will win this game. We are unstoppable. We are going to play the best game ever. I believe in every single one of you. Today, we are going to go out there, we are going to blow everyone away. We are going to win. We will win! ARE WE READY? ARE. WE. READY?<p/><b><b></b> Emmeline:</b> Potter, it is 6 am. If you don't shut up right now, I will stick my broom so far up your ass, you start coughing up wood.<p/></p>

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I don't know if you've done that before but enterprise mckirk with Jim growing a nice beard and Leonard having to fight off new admirers of the captain with a stick so to speak :)

I am so on board srsly. 

  • Bones never found himself attracted to masculine features. Sure, Jim is all-round attractive, but it’s never a physical attribute that stands out to him, more the man behind these good looks. That is, until he doesn’t see Jim for a week or two. Because York Town is reserved for Joanna, and when they fly out again, life sort of just gets in the way of being close to Jim until their first conference meeting.
  • Jim arrives late, as usual, because that’s never anything new. He walks into the room while Bones is mid-sentence, explaining the new medical report to the rest of the staff. And when Jim walks in, Bones is instantly distracted because what is that? It’s not a full beard, at all. Just a slightly messy, longer than strictly-allowed scruff, and there’s a slight grey peering through, and it’s the most mesmerizing thing besides those icy blue eyes. Bones doesn’t even realize he’s stopped speaking, until Uhura nudges his side gently. “Doctor? You were saying?” Clearing his throat, Bones looks away and focuses on his PADD instead. “Right,” he says, “let’s continue.”
  • Jim knows. He absolutely knows. Maybe not immediately, but after the second time Jim catches Bones staring, that ego just kind of oozes off of him. Smug grin, his own fingers lazily scratching that perfectly unkempt scruff. He’s purposely trying to draw Bones’ attention now, and Bones does his best to ignore it.
  • “Doctor McCoy,” Jim says when everyone gets up to leave, and the way he says it just sends shivers down Bones’ spine, “stay for a bit? I missed the introduction of your medical update.” “Since when do you care?” Bones counters, “it’s not like you actively read my reports-” “Just fucking stay,” Jim interrupts him, and Uhura snorts at that. “I’ll let Spock know you’re delayed,” she tells Jim. Bones watches her leave, then his attention turns back to Jim. “What was that all about?” “I could ask you the same question,” Jim replies, just casually leaning back in his chair, and he looks at Bones so fondly despite a cocky smile. “C’m here,” Jim continues, getting up and leaning in to press a kiss to Bones’ lips, “I missed you.” “You missed your razor, too,” Bones points out, and Jim laughs. “You dig it,” he replies, and Bones opens his mouth to protest that, but honestly, he can’t. Because it’s true, he absolutely digs it. And pretty quickly, Bones finds those lips on his neck, warm hands pushing up his shirt. “No medical update, then?” Bones asks, a little breathlessly, and Jim laughs. “Since when do I care?” 
  • So, Bones is into that beard. He’s really, really into it. Enough to endure heated makeout sessions in the turbo lift, or to allow Jim to interrupt Bones in his office. Hell, even on the Bridge. Skipping lunch is something Bones is generally quite opposed to, but hey, if there’s ever a reason to skip lunch, it’s because his already attractive boyfriend suddenly amped up looking even more attractive. Jim loves it, too, smug as ever about this newfound passion he didn’t even know could be improved in the first place.
  • But Bones isn’t the only one who thinks Jim looks great this way. Cadets are flirting with him more, and though Jim likes the attention, he’s never particularly interested in any crew members, besides Bones. When they make a stop on a planet barely bigger than Riverside, containing nothing more than a few houses, a bar and a refuel station, Jim finds himself getting attention from the locals, too.
  • Bones isn’t a jealous person. Because, really, Jim and himself are steady. Exclusive, and have been for a while now. And Bones is used to Jim getting attention. But that doesn’t mean he likes it when men, women, and aliens hit on Jim just while the two of them are quietly enjoying a drink in the bar; be it on the Enterprise of anywhere else. And after the so many'th girl approaching Jim, that Bones just leans in and kisses him right in front of her. “What happened to ‘discreet in public’?” Jim asks. “To hell with that,” Bones says, and Jim grins. “To hell, indeed.”
  • Gone is Jim’s beard when Bones wakes up in the morning. “You shaved it.” “Yeah,” Jim says, towel around his waist and rubbing the little cut on his cheek, because really, it’s not like Jim ever had the patience to shave properly, “I think it was time, before it got too out of control. The hair. Not your undivided attention.” Bones smiles, running his fingers over those now-smooth cheeks, and grinning when Jim straddles his lap. “You still dig the unshaven look, too?” Jim asks, and Bones rolls his eyes, pulling the other in with a smirk. “Barely.”
It's almost time

I have 18 more days until my family drives down to see me. Six months ago my fiancee and I moved about 5 hours away from my family, to another state. They are finally coming to visit us!

Not only does our place have to be in order but so does my health routine.

I haven’t been doing the greatest at sticking to eating all healthy things. I am still going to the gym though. I also have been trying to force myself to drink more water on weekends.

I have 18 days to shape up and lose what I can. It’ll be interesting to see exactly what I can do given a small time crunch. Next measurements are scheduled for the 15th of April.

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I finally watched the Rebels finale and stick a fork in me I am DONE. I literally trembled like a leaf the entire time and wasn’t sure my poor heart was going to survive it. 

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Gira's Sitcom Season 6 Finale (Bonus Scene)

It was Gira’s wedding day.

The best day of her life.

The day she never thought would come.

And yet, here she was, walking down the aisle, a 5'10", lean, redheaded, gorgeous specimen of a young Japanese man waiting for her at the end of the walkway.

She took a deep breath, shaking slightly as she stepped up next to his side. The ceremony was simple, yet perfect, and the reception even better. There were a few shenanigans involving Polnareff and the cake, but it was all in good, harmless fun. Besides, it was the honeymoon to which she was looking forward.

The flight, too was surprisingly pleasant. Of course, it didn’t hurt that she was snuggled up next to her newly wedded husband the entire time. When they arrived at their room, he wasted no time unwrapping his favorite wedding gift.

He paused a moment, considering the cherry-print bra she was wearing under her outfit. “You wore that all day?”

She smirked. “I couldn’t imagine the ceremony without it, considering what brought us together.” She pulled a jar of cherries out of her bag and popped one in her mouth, then stuck out her tongue at him, displaying the fruit on the tip. “You interested in reminding me how that day went?”

He stepped closer, entwining one hand in hers and wrapping the other around her back. “As I recall, that day ended in the arrival of the fire department, Mrs. Kakyoin,” he whispered, his breath ghosting across her ear. His nose traveled up the edge of her ear, followed quickly by a swift, light pass of his tongue. “I’d prefer to replicate the night at the end of that summer.”

Trying to keep her composure, Gira pulled back. “Is that so?” Her eyes flashed, challenging him. The cherry in her mouth reappeared just behind her lips.

“Then prove it.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. His face dove, instantly devouring her lips and the cherry between them in a rough, passionate kiss. And as he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waste and carrying her over to their bed, just one thought echoed through his mind:

“I am the luckiest man alive.”

And as she was laid back against the soft, cool pillows, feverish kisses trailing down her neck, a red hair noodle tickling her chest, just one thought echoed through her mind:

“I’m the luckiest woman alive.”

anyway if it wasn’t already obvious i love peter as a separate entity from fob… i really genuinely respect him as a person and his own person and he means A Lot to me and is like 35% of the reason i am here and have hope!!!!!!!!!!!! so stick that feather in ur hat and call it macaroni

This is gonna be fun: I’m taking over the DC Comics Snapchat account this Saturday at Wondercon! I am bringing a selfie stick and everything. It’s gonna get wild.

If you wanna get your face on the official DC Comics Snapchat situation well then come see me at the official Wondercon situation

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🎃🎃 THIS IS HALLOWEEN 🎃 🎃

Dead cold hands.

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JUST COVER ME IN FUDGE, ROLL ME IN BREAD, AND STICK IN ME AN OVEN HOLY CRUD

I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW GUYS.

PIXIE-CUT!MARI CONFIRMED (for adult-Marinette)

THERE’S FOUR CHOICES. CLICK THE TWEET.

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“Maybe more possible than you realise… My real name is Sabine Wren. I was sent in to get you out.” When Commander Sato’s Rebel Cell receives information that a number of imperial cadets wish to defect to the Rebels, Sabine Wren is sent in undercover to rescue them. The pilots – Wedge Antilles and Derek ‘Hobbie’ Klivian – would become two of the Alliance’s greatest assets, fighting in numerous battles against the Empire. — Wedge Antilles’ revised backstory as an Imperial Fighter Pilot from Star Wars Rebels.