If sam could go any place and any time where do you think he would go?
that’s anytime past present or future fyi
King Arthur’s round table.
When Dean told them as little Sammy drifted off to sleep, the stories would stir up dreams in Sam’s mind. Sam always wanted to know what it was like to be there, to live every day as an adventure - although some argued his life was an adventure every day, Sam didn’t see it that way. He wanted to wield a sword and ride a horse everywhere he went. He wanted to save princesses and do good deeds for the people of Camelot. Sam just wanted to be a hero. Because in his own eyes, he was nothing more than a man doing the job he was raised to do.
(Hey @tania-grey! Thanks for the ask, and thanks for always patrolling around my blog, leaving these awesome comments and such ^_^ Good part of my day, so thanks!)
Scout: ‘Oh shit.’ Literally all he can say around his winged creature. Gawking and staring the entire time, just not believing. ‘So, uh… you can fly. How’s that like?’ Lots of awkward conversations.
Engineer: Well, that’s certainly fascinating! Tries to be calm, helpful and not too questioning… Can’t help the occasional question, like ‘What’s your general wingspan, how far have you flown from here?’
Sniper: Well damn, he’s seen some whacked up things in the outback, but this is completely new territory. Despite he’s blunt attitude, he’s probably the best man for the job. Years in the outback have assisted him of how to act around skiddish creatures, he knows how it should be done.
Soldier: God sent an Angel to kick his ass. Kinda avoids the creature for a while, doesn’t want to become another causality in the Celestial War.
Demoman: *Stops and stares at his bottle, before calling Scout over to deal with this situation as he flushes out his system with a Loch full of water*
Medic: *Evil grin* ‘Ah, now THIS will be intresti- Archemedes!’ The birds suddenly start defying their father, and becomes the winged-woman's miniature bodyguards. Not today, Medic, not today…
Pyro: Pyro is having a cuteness attack. They won’t get near it, in fears off scaring her away or break one of her gorgeous feathers. They’ll leave a trail of cookies to their base, so Pyro can at least get them help from the team… Well, as helpful as they can be.
Heavy: Low-key amazed about this, cause… Seriously, the team seems some pretty odd things around the place, but this is something completely new. Well, time to get the guest room set up.
Spy: ‘…Huh. Scout, come deal with this!’ Kinda just shrugs and makes a mental note to steal Medic’s notes of the creature, as well as a necessary blood sample.
Cisco’s name lit up the screen of Oliver’s phone. Oliver sighed. Just once he wished the younger hero would call him with good news.
“Please don’t tell me the wedding is off again,” Oliver said by way of greeting.
“Bite your tongue! No, no, Barry and Iris are getting their day in the sun, no matter what it takes, and, as best man, it is my job to make that happen.”
“So what are you calling me for?”
“If this wedding is going to go off without a hitch, I need all their heroes to bring their A-game. And their weapons. Lots of weapons. And their suits, and I don’t mean tuxedos.”
“Why? Did you vibe something?”
Cisco scoffed. “I don’t need to vibe something to know that putting a couple dozen superheroes in a room together is bound to make us a target for any number of supervillains out there, especially ones from the future, which means I have another call to make when we’re done here.”
“Cisco, you do realize I’m still suspected of being the Green Arrow?”
“What, and that suspicion is going to go away if the Green Arrow isn’t seen in Central City the weekend you’re here for Barry’s wedding? If it didn’t go away the first two times you were exonerated, it won’t happen now.”
“I can’t just walk into the church with a recurve bow. I know people tend to look the other way when they see weird stuff in Central City, but I think that one’ll get their attention.”
As the CEO of Styles & Styles, Harry Styles cuts a brooding and handsome figure at the helm of a very successful business. His reputation for intensity is well known, but you would be intense, too, if you had to work numbers all day, give countless orders, and conduct endless meetings. When all you really want to do at night–ache to do–is give away the reins, let someone else make the decisions, be ordered around for once, just–let go. Harry has reached his breaking point when one touch from a man whose very stance commands attention leads him back to a place he thought he’d never return.
Or Harry is a broody submissive boss, Louis is a natural dom who works in the mail room at Styles & Styles, Niall is a matchmaking oracle, and a slender, dark haired man stands mute at the coffee stand encouraging others to spill their secrets.
Louis is a billionaire CEO who makes grown men cry and rival companies crumble. He’s also an omega. Harry is the quiet cupcake of a man he calls his alpha and the only one who gets to see Louis as anything less than fearsome.
Louis is taking her in for just a moment, but Harry knows she’s not actually contemplating whether they’re fucking here or not. It’s more of a what am I going to do with you? look. “So what’s the point of this?” she finally asks.
Harry spreads her legs a tiny bit, playing with her skirt coyly and meeting Louis’ gaze through her lashes. “Was thirsty.”
Louis’ smile is more of a smirk this time. Harry can’t stop watching her lips, shiny-red and pouty and close. “That’s an awful line, H.”
Good thing she has more. “Should shut me up then.”
Or, Harry is the 19-year-old intern, Louis is the 25-year-old CEO, and they fuck in the office a lot.
PHOEBE TONKIN —— Well, if it isn’t ALTHEA FAWLEY, the RAVENCLAW
superstar. For those of you who don’t know HER, you can spot them
sitting with the other SEVENTH years. Most people think that they’re
CREATIVE and SEDUCTIVE, but they can also seem pretty ILL-TEMPERED and
SELFISH. Sometimes people call them the QUEEN BEE. Sure, they’re a
PUREBLOOD, but that doesn’t define them. (( SARAH; EST; 19; SHE/HER ))
I’m so fucking sick of this fixation on obsolete manufacturing jobs that only get attention because they’re seen as blue collar white man jobs. We’ve lost 90,000 retail jobs since Trump was elected, which is more than the entire coal industry employs. But we’ll never hear a peep about those because that’s work for women and POC.
And fuck all this demagoguing about foreigners stealing your job. A robot stole your job and it’s never coming back. 50 years ago a steel mill producing 500,000 tons of steel wire per year would employ 1,000 people, enough to prop up the economy of a small town. A steel mill with that same output just opened up and it employs, wait for it, 14 people. You won’t even see any humans on the production floor, just watching the monitors in the office above. No pussygrabbing orange fascist is gonna turn back the clock on that one. Oh sure, there was a candidate with a plan to retrain everyone in green technology jobs, but solar panels seem vaguely effeminate, not like the muscular labor of dragging shitty rocks out of the ground for pumping poison into the air. How about we really get back to basics and let dentists stick leeches on you again, there’s a lost source of income they could use. Maybe get some blacksmiths back to work. We’ll have a purely nostalgia-based economy and all the old demographics that we’re comfortable with.
The thing is - millennials are a generation of the disillusioned. Our parents or grandparents lived in a time when you could buy a house on a year or two’s wages, when you could support a family on a working man’s job, where you could get a job in high school and pay for at least a decent chunk of your college tuition.
And then everything went to shit.
And all that became untenable, but the baby boomers didn’t get the message. They look at kids breaking down from stress and overwork and thinking they’re lazy because “when I was your age…”
And the thing is, with the advent of things like the internet, and instant communication, we have access to the truth at an alarmingly young age.
If you don’t know about inflation, or lowered wages, and your parents tell you that “well we got into college just fine, you just aren’t working hard enough,” you don’t have any option but to believe them.
But with data becoming a public resource, that’s all changed.
We’re realizing that adults aren’t always right.
We’re realizing that things aren’t the way we were promised they are.
So we know, now. We know that the reason that girl broke down crying in homeroom isn’t because she’s a pussy - it’s because she’s working six hours every weekday on top of school, and she just got assigned her third essay of the week. We know that the reason we can’t get into college isn’t because we aren’t putting ourselves out there - it’s because the people who promised they’d provide for us have fucked up the job market and the economy.
So, yeah. Millennials are a generation of disillusioned. Age hasn’t taken away our idealism yet - we’re radical, and stubborn, and slowly realizing that that sixty-year-old white guy condescending us atop a pile of money that was half given to him by his parents and half stolen from us - he doesn’t know jack shit about the way the world works now.
The comments attached to this are profound and deeply upsetting. Millennials are so screwed by a system that Boomers benefitted from (and have rigged against them). Go read the breakdown of minimum wage, and costs for college, including housing and basic living expenses. America has fucked Millennials, and we keep blaming them for the system we refuse to change.
“Tom is the perfect man for the job. He’s enthusiastic, bright and gifted, a very physically talented guy by virtue of his dance and acrobatic background. He has just the right combination of elements required to bring a new take on the character.” Robert Downey Jr.
uh was it just me or was Dean like turned on when Cas said 'I'm your Huckleberry' and ISN'T THAT SLANG FOR 'I'M THE MAN YOU'RE LOOKING FOR'????
Firstly (everyone’s screamed about this already; I’m still DYING fyi), Dean and Cas watch movies together (or Dean makes Cas watch his favourite Westerns like a cool, cultured hubbie should do).
God, just look at Dean’s lowkey scandalized face saying “Babe! How dare you suddenly forget the MOVIE Tombstone!”
(Meanwhile I’m laughing at Cas’ casual, vague summary of it because you have no idea how many times my mom talks like this when my dad would ask her if she remembered a certain action movie [he’s an action movie buff]. To my mom, the action genre consists of two things: guns and blown-up cars. That’s it. They’ve been married for 25 years.)
Secondly (of course), Cas watches these movies because Dean wants him to despite not having a fetish/obsession with Westerns and cowboy paraphernalia like Dean does. Happy Dean = Content Cas.
Yep–popularized by Tombstone, the phrase is 19th century slang for ‘I’m the man you’re looking for’ according to Urban Dictionary (or ‘the man for the job’).
God, I just feel like a proud mom right now!!! Jack did not one, but two tours this year!! One on his own and one with the Grumps!! I know I just said it but seriously dude, congratulations on the success of both shows!!! You all pulled off incredible shows that people will remember for a long time!!! It’s only gonna go up from here, man!!! Great job, dude!!!
Um sssoooo why do you like penny wise he literally kills children?
I know this is gonna shock you anon but IT is surprisingly not a documentary and was actually a fictional horror film and pennywise is actually played by a human man who does a job called “acting” in which he wears the costume of a clown in order to enhance the fictional horror in this fictional horror film that is fictional and i can assure you he did not eat any of the child actors and no one was harmed in the making of the fictional horror film IT.
Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2,880
A/N: The goal is to make this a mini-series. Fingers crossed that it stays that way.
“All clear,” you whisper. For anyone else, those words would’ve been indiscernible because of how softly they were spoken. Luckily for you, you’re not with just anyone. You’re with a super soldier equipped with enhanced hearing.
From across the empty hallway, Bucky abandons his spot behind a tall filing cabinet and runs towards you, keeping his gun up and ready to shoot at any given moment.