bucky?
steve.


"who the heck are you?"

name: Emily
middle name(s): Michelle
height: 5’7”
birthday: September 30th
favorite color: Green and Orange
best school subjects:  English and Science
mac or PC: PC
current shirt colour: Sky blue


theofficialariel:

datunofficialdisneyprincess:

*boss ass bitch plays in the distance*

Three of my favorite people are on this. 


deansdamnation:

damn82much:

Dorky is a sexy look on these boys.

this cast i swear to god


death-the-pale-horseman:

jaackles:

tardis-mind-palace:

chainedtoacomet:

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday. 
He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.
He eats every deep fried concoction possible.
When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.
Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.
“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”
Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.
Dean takes the bag, mystified.
“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels

#And Dean turns back and walks back into the gates#He treks up an inclined road until it flattens and curves around#When he reaches his heaven Dean raises a free hand above his head and yells #’SAM#CAS #LOOKIT! PIE!’ (x)

death-the-pale-horseman:

jaackles:

tardis-mind-palace:

chainedtoacomet:

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday. 

He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.

He eats every deep fried concoction possible.

When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.

Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.

“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”

Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.

Dean takes the bag, mystified.

“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels

   (x)

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zealouscorgi:

Based on THIS comic book panel and found THIS song and couldn’t help but draw it
and an excuse to draw Steve in Iron Man colored boxers

zealouscorgi:

Based on THIS comic book panel and found THIS song and couldn’t help but draw it

and an excuse to draw Steve in Iron Man colored boxers



buckkybarrnes:

a transparent winter soldier for all your transparent winter soldier needs

buckkybarrnes:

a transparent winter soldier for all your transparent winter soldier needs


midnightfitnesss:

spaceoddity212:

Before, depressed with an eating disorder.  Now, recovered caveman.

Re-blogging this cuz its from a guys perceptive!

midnightfitnesss:

spaceoddity212:

Before, depressed with an eating disorder.  Now, recovered caveman.

Re-blogging this cuz its from a guys perceptive!


buckyxbarnes:

It’s hard to find a partner with a similar life experience. [insp]


supersecretsciencebrosclub:

When people don’t think Steve Rogers isn’t progressive, it’s like…dude, he got the shit beat out of him all of the time. How do you piss people off so badly that they physically beat the shit out of you? You question commonly held beliefs and point out when people are being assholes. Imagine pre-serum Steve getting in a fight with a guy because he’s harassing a woman, or because he calls someone out for being racist. Imagine Steve waking up in the future and thinking we’ve progressed so much, and then slowly becoming more and more disappointed as he realized we haven’t progressed as much as he originally thought.


exfatalist:

skarver:

when did “entry level” become “requires 3-5 years work experience”?

*whispers* when unemployment rates skyrocketed and employers realized they could have their pick of desperate job seekers willing to take entry level work they were vastly over-qualified for, meaning they do not need to pay for said employee’s qualifications or experience


onamelancholyhill:

destielcr7:

tenscupcake:

sam fucking knows.

SAM. FUCKING. KNOWS.

This breaks my heart in so many ways

Of course Sam fucking knows.

As much as we fucking know…


chubbycartwheels:

glam-pire:

kararikue:

You NEEDED Mermen of color on your dash, you just didn’t know it.

no I did

Now my tumblr is perfect.

chubbycartwheels:

glam-pire:

kararikue:

You NEEDED Mermen of color on your dash, you just didn’t know it.

no I did

Now my tumblr is perfect.


irisannwest:

do you ever

do you ever just have

that one class

that one freaking class

that just depresses you when you think about it because

oh god you hate it so much