Honestly, Isaac Is An EXCEPTIONAL Captain. He’s A FAR Better Captain Than Roy Whose Idea Of Leading

the fact that itsv was miles trying to get everyone home and atsv is everyone stopping miles from going home

jamie & rebecca + making choices

I wish I could blaze a post telling people to test their smoke alarms but I have literally no money so if y’all could help me spread this the old fashioned way

Test your smoke alarms and carbon monoxide detectors

this site- no, this world- would be NOTHING without loser bisexuals

This is giving strong Icemav or Hangster

I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.

People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.

Also we’re not gonna talk about Jamie’s little “Ted Lassoism” so to speak when he said “Bingo, el Ringo” after reminding the boys it’s “just poo-peh” cause that shit had me smiling so much

There's "committing to the bit" and then there's whatever the fuck Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster were doing on television every week from 2006-2014

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.”

why the line "this isn't even a car key!" is just the funniest thing ever? am i just dumb? wait! don't answer that!