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Aly ⎮ ♓ ⎮ ISTJ
I love a lot of things, and I forget about sleep.
Multi-fandomist & Multi-shipper.
Primarily posts Supernatural and Destiel.
Not a spoiler-free blog and occassional #nsfw.
I make playlists, too.
Previously:
alybeanie ➤ allons-yhobbit ➤ ahhleesaur

STATUS

Semi-Hiatus:
Plowing through Fall Term.
#The-Queuing-Business scheduled: 12PM-12AM
Reading:
Red Rising
Fanfics
Watching:
White Collar (S2)
Teen Wolf (S1)
Supernatural (Hiatus)
Bucket-list.

MISCELLANEOUS

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papajensen: What does it mean now that Jensen is with Gersh??? What is Gersh??? Please forgive my stupidity :c

jenacklesdaily:

Gersh is basically an agency fit for grooming actors into A-listers. Both Tobey McGuire and Hayden Christensen signed with them and as a result they got Spiderman and Star Wars. So what that hopefully means that after Supernatural is over (which probably won’t be for a while) Jensen will have more of a probability to get bigger roles than B movies. 

morgancrawf:

official-maximum-ride:

Decided to take a video while flying this morning.
Best. Idea. Ever.

perfection

morgancrawf:

official-maximum-ride:

Decided to take a video while flying this morning.

Best. Idea. Ever.

perfection

arminsarmy:

marielovesgroban:

Don’t forget we have to wake up Green Day tomorrow.

Ok just a reminder to everyone: If you’re planning on tweeting billie joe armstrong “wake up” or something tomorrow, DON’T. The song is about his father’s death and so it’s really personal and treating it like a joke isn’t the right thing to do. Plus he’s asked so many times for people to stop and no one listens so yeah. Please don’t do that.

deansmanlyfeels:

7x05 // 10x01

Dean after Cas died and Cas after Dean died. I’m just gonna leave this here.

sixpenceee:

Probably the creepiest and coolest caterpillar you will ever see.

It’s called Phyllodes Imperialis and is nicknamed the Halloween caterpillar.

The last picture is what it looks like as a moth. 

When other creatures bother it, it draws itself up and stretches its skin until it looks like a large animal with two blue-black eyes and several rows of teeth between them (1st picture)

nightmaresandsexyghouls:

grim-doll:

ottermatopoeia:

mattniskanenseyebrows:

OCTOBER IS NEXT WEEK

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OCTOBER IS THIS WEEK
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OCTOBER IS TOMORROW

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OCTOBER IS IN A FEW HOURSimage

riskpig:

hyourinmaruice:

deathpoolquinn:

madhatterin221b:

'girls don't have to clear their internet history'

let me explain you a thing

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*giggles happily*

*and shamefully*

lizards don’t give a FUCK about the economy

cellardoorpodfic:

what-alchemy:

BUT BUCKY I WANNA KNOW THE BAD STUFF 
like how he leaves the towels on the floor and shocks you with ice toes in the night and only drinks half of any given drink and the way his hair flops in his eyes and drives you crazy
TELL ME ALL OF IT

TELL ME WHAT YOU’RE SMIRKING ABOUT

When he tells the girls about Steve, he finds that once he starts, it gets real hard to stop. So he tells ‘em Steve’s a stand-up guy. Which is the truth. He tells ‘em that he’ll never show up late for a date or get fresh or step on their toes while they’re dancing. Also true, all of it. Steve’s more of a gentleman than Bucky’ll ever be. He doesn’t tell ‘em that Steve can’t dance to save his scrawny backside, but what they don’t know won’t hurt.

He also doesn’t tell the girls that Steve’s loyal, and honest, and brave to a fault.

He doesn’t tell them that Steve’s got a sharp mind and a kind but ferocious heart.

He doesn’t tell them that Steve’s got a temper — one that only flares up, hot and sudden, in the face of injustice of any sort, no matter how small. That Steve’s stubborn enough to drive you nuts most days and fierce as one of those big cats they’ve got down at the Bronx zoo. That Bucky’s seen him stare down down asthma attacks with the same quiet, bloody-minded determination with which he stares down bullies, even as he’s fighting for every breath and shaking with the effort of it.

He doesn’t tell them that Steve leaves his wet towel on the dirty apartment floor or that he can’t ever seem to finish a whole glass of whatever he’s drinking or that sometimes he crawls into bed with Bucky in the winter months and his long, icy toes make Bucky yelp and shove him away only to pull him close again, grinning, or that the sight of Steve’s blond mop of hair constantly falling across his face makes Bucky crazy in a way that sends his breath hitching and his heart lurching around in his chest like they’re riding the Cyclone at Coney Island.

He doesn’t tell them that the first time Bucky met Steve the little punk was face-down on the asphalt, mouth full of blood and eyes full of fire, trying to push himself back up for another round with that bonehead Jeff Franklin who’d just stuffed a handful of mud down Maria Gianopulos’ pretty new dress.

"You can’t do that," Steve’d said, simple. Steady.

"The hell I can’t, Rogers," Jeff had spat, smiling all toothy and clenching his slab of a right hand. Steve had stood, dusted off his too-big trousers and planted himself like a tree in front of Maria, who’d stopped crying and was glaring at Jeff — had said, bold as brass and cool as the Hudson in January, "maybe I didn’t make myself clear."

He’d raised his bony fists and stood his ground, and Bucky’d seen that he didn’t know a thing about footwork or how to protect his thumbs or even how to throw up a decent block. Steve had just stood there, ready to take another hit, ready to take a hundred if that’s what it took. Something small and brightly colored deep in Bucky’s chest had fluttered awake and started singing at the sight. He was rolling up his sleeves and walking to Steve’s side — saying, “Hi, I’m Bucky. Plant your right foot in front a bit and loosen those knees up, and drop your shoulders.” — before he’d even given it a thought. Steve had looked up at him for a second or two, sharp blue eyes searching for any sign of pity on Bucky’s face and, finding none, he’d smiled. They’d never looked back.

There are some things about Steve Rogers that Bucky Barnes gets to keep for himself, even if Steve himself isn’t his to keep.

whambamsebastianstan:

i think we all know the real reason erskine chose steve for the serum

badbunnyfoofoo:

just-paper:

pal3trash:

I hate that gif for fitting the song perfectly

That should not have been that fun to dance to

MW