#GamerGate – the tl;dr version.
Appropriate gif is (oh so very) appropriate.
I know nobody likes this show but yes.
WHITE MALE NERD CULTUREEEEE
The show, nutshelled.
Monthly Archives: December 2014
She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She tilted her head at them both, and frowned slightly, sliding her gaze away. They shared a bed? With the use of the word ‘pack’, she imagined it as a pile of puppies. That might not be so bad. ‘Is there more pack?’ she wrote. ‘Maybe there won’t be room for me.’
And if he had this whole pack to care for, what was he doing wasting time on her? She turned her gaze back to Isaac, crawling around Derek’s feet to look up at the younger werewolf more closely. She wanted to stay with Derek. Perhaps, if she won others over, she could do that.
“There is more pack,” Derek said with a small smile as she crawled around his legs. “But they don’t spend the night much. They’re always welcome here but Isaac spends the night whenever he wants to,” he said as he patted his knee. Isaac smiled softly at her, not really moving around because he didn’t want to startle her.
Reclaiming the paper, she wrote, ‘you don’t mind?’ and showed it to Isaac. She watched carefully as he read it for any sense of rejection, any possible suggestion that he would prefer she wasn’t there.
She’s been waiting for this opportunity for a while, actually. Getting up her nerve to take the chance. Summer gently pushes Derek against the wall, tugs his head down, and kisses him. Then she lets go and walks away, seemingly quite calm.
Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her again.
She could tell he liked it, just by the way his hands were moving, but she wanted him to make that sound again. She nudged him with her mind, wishful and wanting. She wanted his hands lower, his touch, and squirmed against him, before pausing in surprise at the sensation.
She’d been distracted, trying to get him to make noises, and not noticed they were skin-to-skin. Pushing a hand against his chest, she sat up on top of him, trembling slightly.
Derek let out a soft moan as he felt that nudge against his mind and the sensation of her shifting atop him, but then she sat up and he snapped to attention. “What? Are you alright?” he asked, hands paused and now hovering above her skin instead of on it, waiting to see what had happened and if she was alright or not.
Catching her lip between her teeth, she stared at him, blushing brightly for the first time. How did she tell him that she didn’t want him to regret this — any of this, including what he was doing now, with her fumbling, shy, innocent self? After a moment, she shook her head, dismissing the thought, and traced a fingertip over his mouth. Then she held his wrists and pressed his hands back to her skin.
Pietro looked down for a moment with a small smile before looking back up. “Well, short answer is everything, each drop of water, everything we pass by. This is my world so to speak and it’s hard to describe it other than that.”
“It’s just a blur to me; my mind can’t keep up with the input. But you can see everything, like it’s still standing still and you’re moving through a frozen moment … I wish I could be in that moment with you.” She had no idea how wistful her tone was.
“Time does heal, you know, I’m not crying about it anymore. I can’t be angry anymore. I can’t have my happiness rest on these people being caught, because they might not be. I need to just find my own peace.”-Jennifer Lawrence||Vanity Fair
Okay, I hear what she’s saying, but right now all I can focus on is the way she looks like a vengeful siren emerging from the water to hunt down those who done her wrong.
They thought they were safe on land. They were wrong.
Thetis, is that you?
In the accompanying article Dwayne Johnson talks about his struggles with depression.
damn he look good
omg that chicken pox scar on his cheekbone *passes out*
uh can we focus on how fucking momentous this is? we have so few men in hollywood actually opening up this widely about their struggles with depression, so few instances of men talking about depression that ACTUALLY gets attention
and this isn’t coming from a “sensitive poet” type like a musician. male musicians frequently touch on things like depression, but when was the last time you had a former wrestler – a PRIME ATHLETE – openly discuss this?? can anyone remember? because i fucking can’t
this is amazing and brave and noteworthy and brilliant all at once, i love it and i love this man so much it hurts
*cries*
Especially since he’s indigenous…This is an important issue.
*quietly adds this to the list of Reasons Why Dwayne Johnson Is An Awesome Person*
He’s also Black. Like…he identifies as both Samoan and Black.
Black men talking about their depression gives me so much hope
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS