i'm posting anyway

A Concept

It’s after you’ve both eaten dinner and you’re beginning to decompress from your long day at the bureau, neither of you having the gumption to go out for the night so you find yourselves parked on the sofa in the middle of your living room.

Spencer is lounging at one end of the couch, his long legs propped up on the coffee table in front of him. You’re sat on the opposite end, your legs spread out against the length of the cushions and your feet resting in Spencer’s lap.

You’re mindlessly scrolling through your phone, clicking on the link to a Buzzfeed quiz that Penelope had sent you earlier that day. Spencer is tracing small geometric-esq shapes on the inside of your ankle, picking up the TV remote to change it from the ending credits of the show he had been watching.

Out of habit, he punches in the channel number for the History Channel, hoping to catch an episode of Modern Marvels that he had yet to see.

But rather, the opening theme of Ancient Aliens is what begins to play when the channel switches — and as if on cue, Spencer rolls his eyes. Yet, he does not change it off of the show that he has voiced distaste for multiple times and on multiple occasions.

Instead, he watches and can feel himself growing more and more infuriated with each passing minute. Making small noises of disagreement and mental comments on the so called ‘evidence’ that the theorists are presenting.

It isn’t until he mumbles out a rather loud “Bullshit” that you turn your attention away from discovering which F.R.I.E.N.D.S character you are and towards your husband. Irritation is clearly written on his face, and when you look towards where his eyes are locked on the television screen, the reason behind it is obvious.

“Really?” you can’t help but ask incredulously.

“What?” Spencer counter asks, the patterns he had been drawing on your skin ceasing as he turns his head to look at you.

“You’re watching this again?” you lock your phone and allow it to fall into your lap, folding your arms across your chest, “You despise this show.”

Spencer merely shrugs, turning back to the illustrated images of spacecraft that are flashing across the blue lit screen, “It was on.”

“Do you remember the last time it was on?” you smirk, thinking back to a few months ago and the reaction he towards a theorist suggesting that extraterrestrials were the cause of the Black Plague.

“That was one time,” he casts a glance at you through his peripheral vision, knowing exactly the high pitched and fast paced rants that you were referring to.

“And then there was the time before that, and then the one before that, and then that one time on the jet with Rossi…” your sentence getting cut short by the giggle that falls from your lips as a result of the glare you receive from Spencer.

“Well come on!” Spencer exclaims, jutting an arm out at the wild haired Giorgio Tsoukalos, “I can’t be the only one who finds it ridiculous that a bunch of “UFO-ologists”,” he emphasizes his point by curling his fingers into air quotes, “Are out here trying to say that dinosaurs went extinct because aliens wanted human beings to be Earth’s dominant species!

Slipping your feet off of Spencer’s lap and scooting closer to him until your crossed legs touched his thigh, you brushed a hand through his short curls, and smiled when he turned into your touch.

“You’re not the only one,” you assured him, pressing a small kiss to the middle of his forehead, “I mean, come one, everyone knows dinosaurs went extinct because the aliens got mad at them for always fucking up their crop circles.”

And in one quick movement, taking advantage of the gaping look of shock and confusion that Spencer wore, you snatched the TV remote off of the arm rest and began flipping through the stations for a less rage inducing program to watch.

However, there wasn’t much time for you to change the station to a rerun of Forensic Files as your back unexpectedly met the empty couch cushions behind you in a soft huff — immediately followed by the feeling of Spencer’s bony fingers digging into your sides and the sound of both of your unrestrained laughter mixing together.

So, I know Suicide Squad won best makeup, but can we just take a moment to appreciate the makeup in Star Trek Beyond anyway? I mean, just look at these:

First off, Kalara. The color gradient and the ridges are just gorgeous.

For Natalia, who only even in this one scene, they had to create super-light prostheses, AND they used a new iridescent, color-shifting pigment that had never been used in makeup before.

Those lights on Krall? They’re not CG. They imbedded fiber optics into the prosthesis. 

And Jaylah. Wonderful Jaylah, they made a “bulletproof” makeup formula that won’t bleed at all and then APPLIED ALL OF THOSE LINES BY HAND. 

I just… LOOK



doodled a human orisa idea and efi as a lil’ warmup!! i know this is gonna be a popular thing to draw but i wanted to give it my shot!

what i love about welcome to the madness it’s that it’s like. yuri finally gets to have fun and skate the way he wants? for his SP he was attributed a song he didn’t feel matched his personality so he could work and improve from there, his FS music was more dynamic but it was still lilia who orchestrated everything with the whole “prima ballerina” thing, and now for his exhibition, he just went, fuck it, fuck all of you, it’s not a competition so i’m gonna skate to a song I actually like, and wear the clothes I want, and i’ll have sunglasses and make-up and otabek will be here and you cannot fuckin s t o p  m e

a quick post: do not use the term ‘sin’ or whatever the fuck to refer to LGBT couples in fan fiction or cannon or anything just don’t do that to young LGBT kids who see themselves in those characters and don’t do that to all the LGBT people who have been shunned and attacked with religion as an excuse I don’t care if you think it’s funny and I don’t care if you don’t think it’s offensive and I literally!!!!! do not care about the feelings of straight people over LGBT people!!!! and!!! I never will!!!!


listen all i want in life is a part where some asshat is about to kill keith and then suddenly BOOM lance just fuckin snipes them from like the top of a cliff or some shit and keith just looks up at him like :oo blease i’d sell my goddam soul 

some good things about kissing girls:

  • when they cup your face with both hands
  • when they tangle a hand in your hair
  • when they bite your lip
  • when they kiss your NECK
  • when they put their hand on your back. bonus if you’re wearing a crop top and they put their hand right when your skin is exposed
  • when you can feel them smile against you
  • when your lips are tingling afterwards
  • everything?????!?