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1 cup Sherlock, 3/4 cup Supernatural, 6 ounces Doctor Who, 3 tablespoons Marvel, maybe throw in some self-deprecating humour, a dash of sass, and just a sprinkle of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff.

seananmcguire:

Tiger chubs tiger chubs TIGER CHUBS YOU GUYS

seananmcguire:

Tiger chubs tiger chubs TIGER CHUBS YOU GUYS

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anthonyedwardstarks:

These were in Phil Coulson’s jacket. I guess he never did get you to sign them.

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haru-to-my-levi:

the best part of waking up
is literally nothing, please let me go back to sleep

(Source: kirschtastic)

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sightless-cat:

motivational ghost buddies!

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journeyintohiddlestiel:

It makes me really sad that Castiel didn’t let go of Dean’s hand in Purgatory until the very last second because he knows that if he had let go any sooner, Dean would’ve stayed with him.

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dont-spoop-yourself:

poprox:

Yes hello I am yarn


#KNITTEN #IT’S A KNITTEN I GIVE UP EVERYONE GO HOM #E #sdfgh

dont-spoop-yourself:

poprox:

Yes hello I am yarn

(Source: poopsiebloopsie)

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matturday:

so i ended my english presentation with “these fatal flaws brought macbeth to his macdeath” and at least 60% of the class groaned

(Source: tinypups)

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blueboxtraveller:

*wheezes*lookatrose

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ghosturie:

patrick-stumps:

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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barkharley:

IT IS THE FIRST OF OCTOBER

IT IS TIME

TIME FOR SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS

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cannibithobbal
Imagine Peggy was the one who ensured Bucky's name was added to the Wall of Valor.
imagineagentcarter

It takes her far too long to notice its absence.

She’s ashamed when she does.

Enough Captain America memorabilia and monuments exist to make it difficult for Peggy to adjust to a life without a flesh-and-blood Steve.  Looking at them is painful.  She sees the proud jaw line and the fierce eyes of America’s patriot and wonders if these men know anything about the man behind the shield.  How his fingers would itch for a stub of pencil to settle his mind.  The way he would pause, a small crease in his brow, considering how to create lasting beauty. 

The artists haven’t gotten that part in stone, or the way his eyes would crinkle whenever he’d been feeling particularly impertinent.  No. 

It takes her ten years to face the statue in the Hall.  There had been quite the ruckus, whether it was right to put the face of one man so near to the wall that represented so many.  The critics had been appeased at the inscription carved in stone below:

To those whose sacrifices may never be known.

She thinks it appropriate.  Steve would have liked the thought, even if he wouldn’t have liked being the face of it.

It occurs to her only now, what is wrong.

Captain America stands, carved in white marble, fierce, proud, and alone.

Steve Rogers had never been alone.

Something takes ahold of her, some inexplicable madness.  She circles the statue, rereading the inscription, then walks the Hall twice, to be sure.

He’s not there.  It’s 1965, and beyond an empty grave in Brooklyn, he’s been forgotten.  Left to the frozen winter like a lost glove.

And that is a fate that does not suit Bucky Barnes.

She speaks at the ceremony.  His younger sisters are there.  A pain long deadened resurfaces at the realization that she hadn’t known he’d had even one.  Rebecca.  Winnifred.  Imogene.  Younger, all three.  It’s difficult to think she has anything worth saying after Becky’s speech about family and dancing around the kitchen to Benny Goodman records.

Peggy lifts her chin, fighting the tightness in her throat.  Even a decade later, the war still bubbles under the surface. 

“As a man who so often is only remembered as Steve Rogers’ closest, childhood friend, I think we often forget to acknowledge that Sergeant James Barnes was a great man in his own right.”  She swallows.

“And yet, it remains a mark of a character that the man I knew wouldn’t have minded being known as such.”

Everything is heightened during war.  Sharper, somehow.  Awareness of life, of death.  Of friendship.

It’s difficult to encapsulate the complexity of the human condition in any language.  His loyalty, his drive, his strength of character are all deserving of proper remembrance.  As are his cocky, crooked grin, his smooth steps on the dance floor.  The way he had once told her, just the two of them, staring into the German darkness as the Commandos got a few hours rest in the leaf mold: You know, I never wanted to go to war.

Not until the Hall empties out of even the Barnes sisters does Peggy step forward.   Gently, she places her fingers to the cold stone.

“Hello, again, Sarge.”  Somehow, she finds she is smiling.  A warm, salty, wet smile.  “About time, I should think.”

The carved star is identical to the others that wind down the hallway.  From a distance, the blocked letters “Sergeant James B. Barnes” blur into the line of names.  The monument is cool to the touch.  It doesn’t do justice to a man as vibrant, as alive, as he had been.

But it’s something, she feels.  She’s not quite sure what, but something.

“How are you, James?”

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commanderrogers:

“uh oh” i whispered as i began to ship it

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creaseintime:

are you ready to get

creaseintime:

are you ready to get

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creaseintime:

SPOOKY

creaseintime:

SPOOKY

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cool relatable post for people who live in Florida

tearzah:

fuck this place

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