#my gifs: jb

[hammerbacks]

GIF MEME: James Bond + looking down The Living Daylights (1987) Dir. John Glen

[nexttimeisnotthesame]

jjp (+ mark) in 144p ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) // 250121 instagram live

[mecachrome]

Mexico City GP 2023

O: Like I grew up... I was like, 6 or 7 years old when you were in McLaren, and that was the guy I was rooting for. J: (Does that make you feel really old?) Well it does also, but we were just talking about his height. And, you know, I'm 6-foot, [Ollie] must be 6'1, and he said: Back in your day, it must have been really difficult to fit in the car! Now that made me feel old.

[jb-nonsense]

In a fight They're lethal

Around each other they melt

[thatiranianphantom]

the wrong lesson

Glinda

She sings, sometimes. Just little hums under her breath, notes of a melody she barely recognizes. 

It fills the space, sometimes. 

It reminds her of another time, another place. 

The room she occupies (well, she supposifies, they occupy) is large and lush, bigger than two private suites at Shiz put together. 

The Wizard smiles when he shows her, keeps his eyes on her for approval. Morrible does too, that steady, long look as if she expects something in particular. 

Something that feels like unease grows inside of Glinda every time, but that has no place here, so she pushes it down, gushes how perfectly perfect it is. 

It’s so big. There seems to not be enough bags, not enough shopping trips to fill the room, not even a bit. And the vastness….sometimes it feels….a lot, so she sings. 

She used to sing once before, in a smaller dorm room, one with another bed on the other side. 

But that time is over. 

She tries to wheedle Fiyero to spend as many nights here as possible, simply so it doesn’t feel so big. But somehow, it never feels any smaller when he’s there. They simply sleep, they don’t talk. 

She tells him “goodnight, darling,” and the pause before his answer is something she never gets used to. 

He’s still perfect, she tells herself. He’s still devoted to her. Why else would he spend years with her, why else would he ensure Shiz is the school he graduates from, move the Emerald City with her, lead the Gale Force, if he didn’t want to be with her?

No, he does. She knows it. 

This is just what boys are like. He’s happy too. 

Fiyero

It feels like he never stopped bleeding. 

That’s what it feels like all the time now. He feels raw, exposed, cut open for all to see. 

And that in itself feels ridiculous. Why would he not feel like he always does? He barely knew her. They’d interacted only a few times, rarely alone. 

He shouldn’t even remember it. 

Shouldn’t see her smile behind every corner. His heart shouldn’t leap into his throat whenever he sees a flash of green in a corner. He shouldn’t have any trouble being Prince Fiyero Tigelaar, the boy everyone wants. 

But it’s as if it’s a mask, and it simply doesn’t fit anymore. Putting it on is exhausting, painful. He feels it cut into his skin, feels the rawness it leaves behind. It bleeds every day, and it feels like nobody sees it, but it is all he can feel. 

Glinda does nothing to soothe it. Her touch feels like something else to pretend about, something else to lie about. 

And he can’t find her. 

He’s looked everywhere, talked to everyone, tried so hard to parse the rumors from fact, but she’s just gone. Sometimes he’ll follow a more friendly Animal, check another outpost, feel his heart pounding when it feels like he may be getting close. Feel warmth wash over him, feel relief begin to penetrate his bones. 

And then she’s not there and he feels so cold. 

He feels like he’s living two lives, and not being particularly good at either. He knows the Animals deserve better, deserve someone who puts them at a higher priority, but he can’t arouse suspicion and he can’t give up looking for her. 

He knows Glinda deserves better, someone who cares. But he can’t give up the status he attained, can’t give up his post when it’s the only good thing he can do. The only thing that makes him feel closer to her. He’s rarely there with Glinda, is aware of how distant and cold he is to her, but he simply does not have that warmth inside him anymore. He can’t give her up but he doesn’t want her. 

He wishes, sometimes, for the boy that could so easily dance his way through life. That Fiyero, the one of only a few years ago, feels so long gone. Feels like he slipped away when a cowardly cub scratched his head and a long, green finger touched the wound. Feels like his life split then, and he knows neither how to go back nor how to go forward. Simply reeling in place, bleeding. 

[frankcastiglione]

JOSH BROLIN | Hollow Man

[jonny-be-gewd]

JON JAMM as JB BERNSTEIN

MILLION DOLLAR ARM | 2014

[guardian-angle22]

911: Lone Star -> BIG men tiny cups

[swordmaid]

consider jb kiss and jaime’s hand is on her cheek, thumb stroking the bite scar…………………………………..

[hammerbacks]

bond + text posts [3/?]

[fortheloveofaussiegrit]

Mark supporting Jenson for the championship during the BBC's coverage of qualifying at the German GP 2009

[jb-nonsense]

Ogden Thorne: Mage, Warden, Rook

Although, for the record, there was probably an easier way to do that than fighting an entire bar.

[frankcastiglione]

JOSH BROLIN | Hollow Man (2000)

[andthebubbles]

gonna have to make my own post for this skfjgnkf

he grabbed him first?? skfjngkfgkfg and then he smushed his head against his and he got shaving cream on the towel thing??? and. HANDS. linked arms. jb's happy cat face ksjfngkfjgkfkfjfkkfgf this is my new fave pic

[skitskatdacat63]

2011 Italian Grand Prix

[witchpuppies]

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