sam shin

  • Gabriel: My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?
  • Lucifer: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.
  • Castiel: Tackle him.
  • Michael: Dump him.
  • Raphael: Kick him in the shin.
13 Awesome Female K-Drama Characters We Could All Learn From

13 Awesome Female K-Drama Characters We Could All Learn From

Not nearly often enough in K-dramaland, there are female characters that we wish we could embody, who are bold, confident, strong, and full of energy. Check out this list of 13 incredible females we could all learn a little something from.

1. Do Bong Soon from “Strong Woman Do Bong Soon”



First on the list is Bong Soon (Park Bo Young), who has the attention of viewers all over the…

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The One

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N) -off screen lol

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean gets nervous when talking to the Reader over the phone.

Word Count: 1k-ish

Warnings: Fluff

Author’s Note: Heyy guys!! This is my entry for Shannon’s aka @splendidcas  Birthday Fic Challenge!! Prompt is bolded!!  I hope you guys like it!! I literally typed it up this morning so I’m kinda proud!! Feedback is always welcomed!! Also, watch out for a second part!!! *wink*

P.S. thank you to Arie and Ree for convincing me to post it, even if I was losing hope!!! *hugs*

The One - Part One

My finger hovered over the call button, my heart racing. It shouldn’t be this hard, right? Since when did I get nervous when calling a girl up? It wasn’t like me.

But here’s the thing.

This wasn’t just a girl. It was the girl.

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skadisprawl  asked:

Awesome idea for getting donations - I hope you'll let us know how much you raise! I just sent mine - can I request Cap meeting Sam Wilson's favorite niece(s) (or other young relative of choice)?

Aw, I love Steve meeting the family :D 

“I thought I was supposed to – what was it?” Steve asked, grinning at Sam. “Make you look ‘awesome’ in front of the girl at the front desk?”

“Don’t put airquotes around awesome like you don’t know what it means,” Sam said, as he knocked on the door. “It’s much more important to look awesome in front of my baby niece.”

The door opened, and a tiny girl with dark hair in two huge poofs on either side of her head looked up. She stood there, mouth hanging open.

“Are you Latisha?” Steve asked, she nodded, wide eyed, and he crouched down. “Nice to meet you. I’m a friend of your uncle.”

“Captain America?” she breathed.

“That’s right. Sam said you have all my comics,” Steve said.

“Hear that?” Sam asked. “She’s making noises only dogs can hear.”

“Uncle Saaaaaam,” she groaned, and then disappeared from the doorway. Steve didn’t even have time to react before she was back, carrying a tiny Captain America shield, with which she whacked him on the shin.

“Ow!” Sam howled, hopping backwards.

Steve grinned. “You and me are gonna get along fine, Latisha,” he said, as Sam grumbled about Captain America fans.

anonymous asked:

A concept: Tfw on a case, guy they're interviewing is obviously flirting with Cas. Sam and Cas are talking to him while Dean childishly mimics the guy in the background. Later, it's just Sam and Dean, Cas was sent on a lead (possibly by Dean). "Hey, where's your friend?" dude asks. "Working. We're working. Official business." Dean smiles fake at him. "Oh. Hey, does--is he seeing anyone? I mean, does he, y'know, date?" "NOPE." "Actually," Sam begins at the same time. Dean kicks him. Hard.

This is a good concept. After glaring at Dean and rubbing his shin, Sam confidently informs the guy that Cas is actually seeing someone, and Dean blanches and gets that hit-between-the-eyes-by-a-hammer look and his throat goes dry while the guy makes his apologies to Sam on behalf of Cas, and they exchange pleasantries before he takes his leave.

Sam knows what’s going through Dean’s mind while he watches him zone out looking hurt and confused, so Sam takes the opportunity to kick Dean in the shin.

“Dude, what the fuck was that for?”

“You were sulking, Dean.”

“I was not.” Dean says, sulkily. He waits a few beats before he just can’t keep it in anymore. “Who the hell is Cas dating?”

Sam just looks at him like he’s the stupidest person who ever lived. “You, idiot.”

Dean’s torn between a sputtering protest and profound relief when Cas returns, having overheard what Sam said.

“Are we dating, Dean?”

Dean manages to get out, “Do you wanna be dating?” He ignores Sam rolling his eyes.

After a moment of consideration, Cas smiles at him. “Only if it’s with you, Dean.”

anonymous asked:

will you ever draw the full version of sams outfit in that pic???? SORRY ITS JUST I LOVE THE PETER PAN COLLAR

just for u anon

she’s an Environmental Science major, minoring in Women’s Studies, and she’s meeting her boys at Nasty Burger 💜

in other news, how did Vortex’s voice actor not like??? completely asphyxiate during recording in that episode


I am a shadow, the true self.

So, OSAM just confirmed RSE villains to be ORAS… which makes no fucking sense and I just… how the fuck. So I instantly thought of Persona and that OSAM Maxie must convince SAM Maxie that they are truly the same being.

What a tragic yet hilariously bad outcome.

I will tag these fools, because we all cried and laughed upon the news… Mainly cried when it came to Maxwell.


Persona style is hard to replicate but totally neat to play with. Perhaps I will try it again someday.

anonymous asked:

Sam's star is shinning. Brightly. Can't say the same about Cait. Sad, eh? She looks weathered and tired. He looks hot and ready to be the next Hollywood Bad boy.

I have no desire to pit Sam against Cait and vice versa. I’ve never done that and don’t intent to start now. 

Instead of being fixated on Cait’s looks, why don’t we talk about her intelligence and wittiness, as well as her dedication to her craft? Because you can’t shade her in those areas? You can’t deny that she is articulate and well-spoken. She is also pretty damn funny and she can be sarcastic when the occasion calls for it. What’s not to like? I like spirited women. I can think of a few aside from Cait: Viola Davis, Mindy Kaling, Gina Rodriguez, America Ferrera, Jodie Foster, Meryl Streep, Taraji P. Henson…you get the idea. 

If you still want to debate her looks, try this: Cait is a beautiful woman. Her features? It’s classically beautiful. I don’t see her looking “weathered and tired.” While I might not be a fan of everything she wears, I think she can carry most of the clothes that many would look ridiculous in. Sure, she won the genetic lottery and thus, can easily be an airhead. But instead, she educates herself on many issues and reads extensively. She seems empathetic (exception: Shitner debacle). So, again, I ask, what’s not to like? Do you prefer the Kardashians? Or the contestants on The Bachelor? 

Whether or not Sam is on the verge of Hollywood style stardom, I guess time will tell. Good for him if he is. He worked hard to get to where he is and we should all be happy for him. I am sure Cait is as well. How can she not? At the very basic level, they are the best of friends. Their bond is unbreakable. 

How do we know Cait does not have offers on the table? She mentioned in a recent print article that she had to turn down good offers because they conflicts with her OL filming schedule. She is also working on a script about a woman in Ireland. Who knows what else is in the works. She is already going places. Oh, and don’t forget that she was also a successful runway and print model.

I’d say her star is shinning brightly too. Just maybe not in your orbit. 

anonymous asked:

How about Danny and Cujo (like playing or something?)

“We’ve…talked about pets, right?” Danny leaned around the corner, a stiff smile on his face.

Sam looked up from the bundle she’d been bouncing in her arms. She let the bottle in her hand go slack. “Yeah…we said once Annie’s old enough to walk we’ll think about–”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember that, but…hear me out. What if we–” Danny pursed his lips and spread his arms, palms up, “didn’t wait?”

“Then we risk getting our legs knocked out from under us by some big slobbery creature and dropping our kid–”

“No no, Sam…little dog. Like shin-high dog. Annie’s taller than it when she’s sitting.”

Sam inhaled deeply. James smacked legos together in the next room. “What did you do, Danny?”

Guilt written across his face, Danny slid his left leg into sight. Tugging at the hem of his pants was a small, translucent pup with wafting green smoke pulsing off its back. It looked up at Sam with wide red eyes. Its mouth dropped open in delight, tongue lolling.

“Is that–?”

“I found Cujo, Sam!” Danny’s mouth split into a grin. He dropped to his haunches and ran his hands over Cujo with all the delight of a boy owning his first pet.

“He belongs in the ghost zone, Danny,” Sam answered tentatively. Cujo had latched onto Danny’s sock, which he happily shed for a game of tug-of-war.

“Don’t you think I tried to send him back? He doesn’t stay put. And I swear Sam I don’t think he does that giant guard dog transformation anymore.”

Sam let out a reluctant smile. “You’ve got an infant and a two year old…you really want to add a puppy to the list of things you have to keep track of?”

“There’s enough ghost-proof stuff in the basement to make a crate and a leash and–oh he’ll keep James busy, like the television but it won’t rot his brain. He’s already trained you know? The people at Ax–”

Danny stopped. His daughter had rolled over in Sam’s arms, blinking blearily, until her wide eyes fell to the dog wagging patiently at Danny’s feet.

Danny eagerly scooped Cujo up and brought him eye level with Annie. “Honey this is Cujo. Can you say Cujo?”

Annie blinked again and stuck one pudgy hand out to touch his cold fur. She grabbed a bundle in her fist and laughed.

The lego banging from the next room had stopped. James stood at the kitchen doorway, hands clamped to the frame, and stared in with curious eyes.

Sam motioned him in. “Come on. Come meet the new dog, James.”

Danny kissed her lightly on the cheek before lowering Cujo to James’s level. “Cujo,” he said as his son ran his hands over Cujo’s cool fur.

“Gaw…” James whispered.

“Yes, dog. dog. doggy. Say dog, James.”

“Gaw,” James repeated with more firmness.


James shook his head. “Gaw!”

Danny sucked his lips in, thinking. His eyes went back and forth between Cujo and his son. “Gaw?”

“Gaws,” James said with effort. He pointed to Cujo. “Gaws!”

Finally, Sam laughed. Danny turned on her, mock-offended. “What?” he asked.

“Some Fenton you are…” Sam muttered with a shake of her head. She lay Annie into her husband’s arms and crouched to James’s level. “Yes James, that’s a ghost.”

“Gawst!” And James wrapped his short arms around his pet and hugged him.