Say what you want about Donna but to me, she was incredibly insightful, and I still think she was the smartest companion.
she’s the perfect example of someone who was called stupid so many times that she actually believed it
straight people on tv show: *literally have sex*
gay people on tv show: *exist*
ok.. :\ but… ok like im not homophobic… :\ im ok with gay people but why do you have to shove it in my face… :\
it’s literally canon that steve was jogging around the national mall for a few weeks and kept seeing this super cute runner all the time and then cap 2 opens on the day he finally got up his courage and picked out his tightest under armor shirt and just went for it
this might be my favorite gif
the sheer amount of editing they had to do for this picture blows my skull
Nine Days of Brooklyn Nine-Nine - day 3: Favorite Male Character - Terry Jeffords
"I was born ready! And then I was not born ready for a while, but now I’m back to being born ready!"
David Tennant with his wife
David Tennant without his wife
I’ve been laughing at this for three years
“I mean, don’t college students usually study abroad or get summer jobs, or, I don’t know, do something to prove they’re functioning adult members of society?”
Silence answers him, and Stiles swivels to scowl at his best friend, who’s staring down at his phone, texting away instead of listening. So Stiles picks up a discarded t-shirt, balls it up, and lobs it at his head. Scott startles at the impact, looking up guiltily.
“Um… yeah, definitely?” When Stiles’ scowl doesn’t ease up he sighs, dropping his phone to the mattress and sitting up slowly. “Sorry dude, just… you’ve been talking about this all day.”
It hadn’t been all day. Not really. Maybe he’d brought it up when he’d gotten to Scott’s house, because it was significant news and best friends shared that kind of thing. And then maybe complained about it a little while they were shooting the crap out of enemy soldiers during their gaming session, but that’s just because shooting things and venting totally go together, and then he’d maybe started complaining a little bit about it when they’d been flipping stations and stumbled past the history channel, because the stupid history channel will probably be on all summer now, because Derek’s a History major of all things, like way to pick the dullest, least sexy college major ever, right?
Not that Derek even needed to try to be appealing, ‘cause he’s had girls falling all over him since they’d met, and when Stiles’ dad had married Derek’s mom two years ago it had gotten to be unbearable, the way girls who’d never paid Stiles the slightest bit of attention before would suddenly be super friendly just to try and get some kind of twisted in with Derek.
And Derek didn’t even take advantage of what he had. That was the really grating thing, Stiles had long ago decided. That’s what really gets him about the whole situation. Derek’s all stupidly perfect body and the jawline and that stubble that had started growing around junior year and just never gone away… like Christ get the guy a razor, right? And girls were all falling all over him (and falling over Stiles for a chance to get to him), and instead of appreciating what he had, he’d basically never dated. Just hung around their house with his stupid stubble, watching his stupid documentaries and generally rubbing it in Stiles’ face how easily he could have anyone he wanted, and didn’t. Like he was above it all.
Scott’s eyes narrow.
“You’re just complaining about him in your head now, aren’t you?”
“Dude,” Stiles crosses the room to flop dramatically onto the space Scott’s just vacated, arm flailing out and smacking down hard on Scott’s knee. “It’s the whole summer. He’s gonna be home for the whole summer. This last year was so good, man. So peaceful. Now I’ve got to share my bathroom again, and, like, see his stupid stubbly face at dinner every night, and—”
Scott snorts, and Stiles squints over at him.
“Nothing, just… I can’t tell if I should tell you to be glad or disappointed you don’t have to share a bedroom.”
Stiles grimaces because ew, brother. Like, stepbrothers yeah but still with the married parents and the having lived together and shared a bathroom and… and Derek’s a jerk anyway. A boring, frustrating pain in Stiles’ ass and no amount of stupidly perfect stubble is about to change that.
Scott just smiles innocently, and Stiles scowls.
“You’re a horrible friend.”