#Brandon Rush

[noteverticali]

Top Gun Maverick: Tom Cruise spinge il pedale della memoria

Top Gun Maverick: Tom Cruise spinge il pedale della memoria

L’ultimo divo di Hollywood riprende i panni del suo personaggio feticcio trasformandolo in un perdente fedele a se stesso. Top Gun Maverick arriva finalmente in sala e lo fa con un Mav di trentasei anni dopo. Fedele a se stesso, il pilota talentuoso è diventato un semplice capitano e vive di ricordi e rimpianti ma con la dignità intatta. Tom Cruise si ripresenta nel ruolo che lo aveva lanciato…

[somosorigen]

C’Mon C’ Mon… El Viaje A Ninguna Parte

C’Mon C’ Mon… El Viaje A Ninguna Parte

Después del estruendo por su personaje como Joker, Joaquin Phoenix regresa con esta cinta que viene influenciada por esta ola blanquecina envuelta en nostalgia a blanco y negro, moda que impuso Roma de Alfonso Cuarón, hace unos algunos  años. Una historia sobre un reportero que sin querer retratará su realidad a través de los ojos de la niñez. (more…)

[zetterbabe]

90's toys with the florida panthers

[picspammer]

Coming out of my cage and I've been doing just fine

Happy 20 years of Mr. Brightside ✨

[betacolony]

Vin I drew a while ago

[incorrecthifirush]

Mimosa: Move, I’m gay.

...

Mimosa: In the workplace, being gay just has its perks.

[kathhey]

ME WHEN THEY FINALLY BROKE

[mostbelovedwwewrestlertournament]

Most Beloved AEW Wrestler Tournament

[favorite-characters]

𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕕

Aaron Paul as ᴊᴇssᴇ ᴘɪɴᴋᴍᴀɴ × Matt Jones as ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏɴ «ʙᴀᴅɢᴇʀ» ᴍᴀʏʜᴇᴡ × Charles Baker as «sᴋɪɴɴʏ ᴘᴇᴛᴇ» × Rodney Rush as ᴄʜʀɪsᴛɪᴀɴ «ᴄᴏᴍʙᴏ» ᴏʀᴛᴇɢᴀ (S02.E01-13 • 2009)

[lgspears]

Teen Titans Go! for the Teen Titans Movie, I nominated Brandon Perea as Dick Grayson/Nightwing, Odeya Rush as Donna Troy/Wonder Girl, James Cretan as Garth/Aqualad, Michael Provost as Wally West/Kid Flash, Luke Benward as Roy Harper/Arsenal, Logan Kim as Garfield Logan/Beast Boy, Mason Gooding as Victor Stone/Cyborg, Avantika Vandanapu as Rachel Roth/Raven and Kaia Gerber as Koriand'r/Starfire.

[miamicommune]

how do people get impatient with creators there is so much media in the world

[therealpontius]

Rivendell

Soppy little rant because i miss being in love </3

I wrote this because i saw the lyric ‘this is the place to grow old till i meet my final day’ and almost sobbed

With each passing moment he amazes me.. the love of my life and my best friend. Hes witty and charming, caring and loyal.. hes brandon dicamillo, the funniest guy i will ever know.. its a wonder how he could love me back.

I lay next to him in the night, his soft snores like my own personal lullaby, his chest rose and fell contently and his face was relaxed. I stare at him for a few minutes, simply just admiring him… this is where i want to be..

Curled up in bed with the love of my life, our cat sleeping happily at our feet after playing with bran for hours before bed time, the wind softly sent chills down my back, cooling me down and clinking our wind chimes gently… this is the place i want to grow old in.. till the day that i die…

“I love you…” i whisper softly to him, feeling my eyes tear up from the overwhelming gratefulness i was feeling. Slowly his eyes blinked open and he smiled down at me tiredly “i love you more sweetheart..” his arms pulled me in closer and he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck as if i was about to run off at any given moment.

“Im the luckiest man in the world” he spoke softly into my ear, only seconds later he fell asleep..

Il treasure every moment with him.. every passing day…

[madilow]

Charm City Kings | Metro Gallery | 1/28

Ft.

Brandon Kanion

Trey Rx

Josh Stokes

Bobbi Rush

Brandon Woody

Al Rogers Jr.

[ponderingrandomthings]

A nice tribute to a musician I respected a lot (more for his lyrics than drumming - just comparatively).

Thank you Brandon.

[charliemwrites]

Part 5 (it’s getting out of control) of Charmed Slasher Simon.

Part 4 is here. (Master list coming soon)

(Slight warning for a coworker being a bit of a pushy creep but Simon handles it)

“Riiiiileyyyy.”

Ah, that’s your naughty voice. It means he’s going to want to do awful, terrible things to you out of pure endearment for your cheek.

He turns, arches an eyebrow as you nearly skip up to him. Your hair is shorter.

“New haircut?” he asks as if his fingers aren’t twitching to bury in it and pull your head back.

“Yup! Thought about dyeing it orange, but decided it would clash with my flat.”

He snorts, gives in to the urge to curl a strand around his finger, watches it bounce back into place. You don’t seem to mind, sticking your cute little tongue out at him. (If you’re not careful, he’s going to put you on your knees and have you wrap it around his cock right there.)

“Sensible choice,” he replies, “yellow is more your color.”

You giggle, aren’t bothered by his flat, almost inflectionless tone. “You think?”

“Highlighter yellow. Or maybe banana.”

“Hey, I like bananas!”

He smirks. “Oh yeah? Big ones?”

You shove at him, face going hot. He doesn’t move an inch, not that you were trying hard. Touchy little thing. You remind him of those little birds that flutter around lions, picking and pecking right under their noses, amusing themselves with death.

“Don’t be icky, Riley.”

“Icky.”

“Gross nasty.”

“We’re name calling now?”

“It’s not name calling if it’s true.”

He clicks his tongue, ushers you into the building.

“There a reason for the new hair?” he asks, eyeing it. It’s pretty, don’t get him wrong. But he didn’t know you were getting your hair cut today.

“Fancy office party tonight,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “My stylist just managed to get me in, but now I’ve gotta rush to get ready.”

“Now who said you could go out?”

“What are you gonna do, stop me?” you laugh, clearly thinking he’s teasing. He’s not. If you looked at his face, you’d know it. But you’re busy fussing with your keys, trying to unlock your door.

“I might.”

“Oh, you stop,” you huff, shaking your head. “It’s not even movie night!”

He’s been coming over once a week to watch a movie and drink with you. One of you picks the movie, the other picks the takeaway. He always chooses a horror movie, likes how your eyes water when you get truly scared. You refuse to watch slashers (haven’t told ‘Riley’ why) but you’ll indulge paranormal ones.

It’s not movie night - those are on Saturdays. This is Friday.

“What if I just kidnap you?” he asks. “Keep you in all weekend?”

You hum as if in thought, glancing at him over your shoulder. “Could I go back to work on Monday?”

“Have to see how I’m feeling on Sunday.”

You giggle. “A tempting offer, but you’ll have to settle for kidnapping me just for Saturday.”

“I don’t think you understand how kidnapping works.”

“I’d be a terrible hostage,” you say. He arches an eyebrow, inviting you to continue. “I have to pee when I’m nervous, I’d be talking their ear off - and! I cry like, so much.”

Oh he knows. He thinks of tears running down your pretty face when he cums.

“Some kidnappers like the crying. Theyre sadists.”

You scrunch your face. “But it’s like… gross crying. Total mess. And I make dying seal noises.”

No, you don’t, not in his experience with you at least. But he’s not going to explain that to you.

“Didn’t you have something to get ready for?” he asks because he’s violently wrestling the urge to make good on his threat.

“Fuck!” You glance at your watch, brows scrunching. “If I’m late, I’m blaming you, Riley Simmons.”

“Oh no.”

You stick your tongue out at him one last time and disappear behind your door.

—

He hears you come back at 11:30, has been waiting up. Pauses when he hears two sets of footsteps, a man’s voice talking to you. A wave of bloodlust nearly drowns his better sense.

You brought someone home from a work event? Did you lie to him and go on a date?

“Well, thanks for walking me to my door, Brandon.”

“Was happy to. Don’t want anyone snatching you up off the street now, do we?” An annoying laugh. Yours sounding a little flat and strained joining him.

“Oh, hey, mind if I come in?” Brandon asks. So casually, as if the yes is expected.

Simon’s hands ball into tight fists.

“Ah, it’s pretty late…”

“Well, that’s what Saturday is for, right?”

Oh. That little roach. Simon’s going to hang him by his own guts.

“I have plans tomorrow, actually.”

Good girl.

“That’s alright,” Brandon persists. “Just one drink. Least you can do since I went out of my way, right?”

“I mean, you didn’t have to, I would have been fine.”

There’s some genuine annoyance in your voice this time. Simon’s proud.

“Nah, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you go home after having drinks?” Brandon chuckles.

“I didn’t have that many - and anyway I’m here now, so…”

“And so am I. At least a little something for my troubles?”

And Simon hears just the slightest, faintest ruffle of clothes.

That’s enough.

Simon yanks his door open and steps out. You’re nearly pancaked to your own door, head snapping to him with relief.

“Riley!”

Brandon takes a step back, expression stormy. Simon almost laughs. Little prick is barely taller than you, has done hard work maybe twice in his life. His hands look softer than yours. And he’s wearing a sweater vest.

“Did we wake you up?” you ask.

Simon saunters down the hall towards you. The closer he gets, the more nervous Brandon gets. But you seem to relax a bit more with each step, even shift towards him.

Very good girl.

“Was already up.” He doesn’t look away from Brandon, radiating menace.

You hum in understanding - know Simon keeps late hours. Brandon clears his still-intact throat and you jolt a bit, expression wilting.

“Oh, um. Riley this is my coworker. Brandon, this is Riley, my neighbor.”

“How do you do?” Brandon replies stiffly.

Simon’s not playing along.

“You try to push her again, someone will be pushing you in a wheelchair the rest of your life. Understand?”

Brandon sputters while your eyes go adorably wide, expression caught between horror and gratitude. Like you don’t know if you should be condoning his threats.

“I beg your pardon?!”

“Not yet, but you will if I see you here again, yeah?”

Brandon’s face drains of blood. You press your lips together.

“Now get the fuck out. I’ve got her from here.”

Brandon, worm that he is, scurries away with a hasty “see you Monday”. You don’t reply, too busy blinking up at Simon with parted lips.

He chucks you gently under the chin, eyes narrowing in amusement.

“Off to bed. I’m kidnapping you tomorrow.”

You audibly swallow, then nod.

“Thank you.”

“Good manners.”