[found at sebstandaily]
Chris Evans photographed by Peggy Sirota for Rolling Stone (2016) --
[found at nanajay44]
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
The Cover Boys
Sebastian Stan photographed for GQ (2016) --
Chris Evans photographed by Peggy Sirota for Rolling Stone (2016) --
Chris Evans photographed by Peggy Sirota for Rolling Stone (2016) --
Monday, May 30, 2016
Change much? A little.
Physically . . .
emotionally . . .
in small ways . . .
and in big.
[gifset and post title
by winterwidow,
found at marveldaily]
emotionally . . .
[gifset found at
in small ways . . .
[gifset by buckeed]
and in big.
[gifset by
Friday, May 27, 2016
Purely For Research
["Breaking news"
by dicapriho]
Can you really blame him?
["After the battle"
by petite-madame]
[gif by buffybarnes]
[by Gassada]
[gif by freakinmi]
The Winter Penguin?
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Sorry, Boys, You Won't Be The First
“Name one hero who was happy."
I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
"You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
"I can't."
"I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason. Swear it."
"I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
"I swear it," he echoed.
We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
"I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
"You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
"I can't."
"I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason. Swear it."
"I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
"I swear it," he echoed.
We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
"I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
[gif by buckycurtis]
[video by voordeel]
Monday, May 23, 2016
The Song of Achilles
Achilles and Patroclus; Steve and Bucky -- timeless, tragic love between warriors.
“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
[by magsbanes]
“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
[gifset by sgtbuck]
“Achilles was looking at me. “Your hair never quite lies flat, here.” He touched my head, just behind my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I like it.”
My scalp prickled where his fingers had been. “You haven’t,” I said.
“I should have.” His hand drifted down to the vee at the base of my throat, drew softly across the pulse. “What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here?”
“No,” I said.
“This surely then.” His hand moved across the muscles of my chest; my skin warmed beneath it. “Have I told you of this?”
“That you have told me.” My breath caught a little as I spoke.
“And what of this?” His hand lingered over my hips, drew down the line of my thigh. “Have I spoken of it?”
“You have.”
“And this? Surely I would not have forgotten this.” His cat’s smile. “Tell me I did not.”
“You did not.”
“There is this too.” His hand was ceaseless now. “I know I have told you of this.”
I closed my eyes. “Tell me again,” I said.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
My scalp prickled where his fingers had been. “You haven’t,” I said.
“I should have.” His hand drifted down to the vee at the base of my throat, drew softly across the pulse. “What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here?”
“No,” I said.
“This surely then.” His hand moved across the muscles of my chest; my skin warmed beneath it. “Have I told you of this?”
“That you have told me.” My breath caught a little as I spoke.
“And what of this?” His hand lingered over my hips, drew down the line of my thigh. “Have I spoken of it?”
“You have.”
“And this? Surely I would not have forgotten this.” His cat’s smile. “Tell me I did not.”
“You did not.”
“There is this too.” His hand was ceaseless now. “I know I have told you of this.”
I closed my eyes. “Tell me again,” I said.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
[by anuyan]
Friday, May 20, 2016
Make Love, Not War
Start with a little kiss --
Fondling is better than fighting --
Get ready for the main event --
All tuckered out!
[photomanip by weheartit]
Fondling is better than fighting --
[gifs #1 - #3
by thehulk;
gif #4
by cockyboys
via boobamericarogers]
Get ready for the main event --
[gif by tholokid,
found at
All tuckered out!
[by hak-kun]
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