Still Obsessed With Rooster's Effing And Blinding Back Seat Driving

"Buck, wake up."

Gale whines softly and buries his face deeper into the pillow that he hugs with his arms.

"No, I don't want to."

It's such a perfect morning.

The sun gently warms his ankle, sticking out from the cocoon of the blanket, with its gentle morning rays and Gale is already on the verge of waking up, his feelings are gradually starting to return him to reality, but the veil of sleep has not yet fallen, his breathing is even and calm, as is his heartbeat, and he does not want to open his eyes and completely destroy the sleepy serenity.

He feels John's hand gently stroking his back. It is so big and warm, not heavy, but just a little bit weighty, giving a feeling of anchor, it gives him a feeling of calm, safety and home.

John's touches in the morning are usually not like this. They are persistent and greedy, he pokes his morning hard-on into his buttocks, and his hands shamelessly slip either into his underwear or under his T-shirt, persistently caressing his nipples, his lips kissing everything that gets in their way, be it Gale's face, his neck, hair, at the same time hotly whispering all sorts of lustful nonsense in his ears, just to quickly warm up sleepy Gale to a state where he will be ready to have sex.

But this morning John is not horny, he is gentle. "Well," Gale thinks, "and such mornings are supposed to be too." He feels so good now, he likes the way John's hand slowly strokes his shoulder blades, moves up and down his spine and gently rubs his ribs through his T-shirt.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty," John presses himself closer to him.

"Nooo, it's too early for sex, I need another hour of sleep," Gale grumbles into the pillow and his words can hardly be heard. For some reason, he wiggles his butt from side to side like a big NO, as if he thinks that words are not enough and it needs to be clearly shown to John, that he does not want to leave the embrace of sleep.

He feels more than hears how John quietly laughs next to him, "You'll be late for work."

Gale growls in annoyance, "Then I will certainly not get up if it is for work and not for sex!"

He hugs the pillow even tighter and thinks how did they manage to achieve all this - a house, a shared bed and gentle caresses awakening you from sleep on a perfect morning? How did they overcome all the taboos and barriers on their way to be here and now? It was hellish work, almost harder than both returning alive from the war. From the realization of how much they overcame to have their tiny piece of happiness, his chest begins to hurt and as if feeling it, John hugs him and presses him to himself.

"Baby, you have to get up."

"No."

"You have so much work to do."

"That's not the right motivation at all, Bucky!" Gale chuckles.

"You have a lot of things to do," John's tone becomes more insistent.

Gale groans.

"Buck!" There's a strange, tense ringing in John's voice and Gale doesn't like it.

"Oh, God, dear, why are you yelling like that, I'm getting up..."

Gale opens his eyes and looks out the window. It's gloomy and cloudy outside and it's probably going to rain soon. He looks at the gray, heavy sky for a moment and blinks in confusion. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. How is this possible when just a few minutes ago he felt the warm rays of the sun on his skin?

Gale raises himself on his elbow, frowning. He no longer feels John's warm touch and he doesn't need to turn around to know that he is completely alone in this bed, like in this whole house.

John died many years ago.

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The ghosts of the past haunt Gale.

Inspired by these words

One of the only things that has irked me so far this season is how Ted's "one out of eleven" style of coaching has kinda disappeared with Zava's arrival, but I think him feeling like he lost/is losing his sense of purpose in London offers a little bit of explanation.

midway through the episode, ted asks henry if he knows that he would only be away from him for something he truly believes in. henry immediately says he knows,  but ted so obviously isn’t sure of what his reason or purpose is anymore. meanwhile, the entire episode is a testament to how much ted has affected everyone around him for the past two years - the team works together so easily, jaime has assumed a real leadership role, rebecca is reminded of the importance of ted’s way over rupert’s, and the entire press room not only listens to him but participates alongside him showing how he has swayed popular opinion and culture as a whole. yet ted still doesn’t see why he’s there.

ted’s main thing is “believe,” but this season he’s the only who doesn’t believe.

heist movie where it’s just 20+ different heist teams from dozens of countries trying to schedule their slotted raid like the world’s most aggressive game of “book the public utility space/community arts hall”

wish i could go missing for a little bit and no one would freak out and then i could come back and they'd be like "did you have fun going missing" and i'd be like "yeah, thanks" and then i could do that every couple of months or so and it wouldn't be a big deal

Finally catching up on Ghost Files and every time there's an underlit shot of Shane all I can think about is the mirror dude from Shrek

one of my favorite underrated iasip moments is when frank adds a random stop sign on a street as a “prank” and charlie is like “you created a four way intersection, if anything you made this road safer”

One of my favorite things is that the top gun fandom unanimously agree that if Goose lived, having to deal with hangster aka icemav 2.0 might have killed him instead

protective bradley bradshaw. reblog if u agree

Steven Lim: "we're hemorrhaging money every month I don't know if I can afford groceries at this point"

Ryan Bergara: "More than 20 people are financially dependent on me catching ghosts and my emotional relationship with a blue puppet, I'm so scared we'll fail"

Shane "meh we'll be fine" Madej: "meh we'll be fine"

never leave the house without asking this question first!