Supernatural AU where Jess was rescued from the demon’s attack by S.H.I.E.L.D. and trained as an agent.

  • Dean: Sam, I swear to fucking god.
  • Sam: Thats not very nice Dean
  • Dean: Fuck you, I'm a demon. I don't have to be nice.
  • Sam: You're gonna have to be nice you you want to get out of that devils trap.
  • --
  • Sam: Dont make me get the spray bottle
  • --
  • Dean: *is Summoned*
  • Dean: Sam?
  • Dean: Why did you summon me downstairs?
  • Sam: We're out of food
  • --
  • Sam *Summons Dean in the bathroom*
  • Sam: We're out of toilet paper.
  • --
  • Sam: Why are you crying
  • Dean: I cant get into baby!
  • Sam: oh, yeah, wards
  • --
  • Dean: *accidentally eats something with salt*
  • Dean: I DON'T EVEN EAT
  • --
  • Dean: *eyes flicker black, one at a time, staring intently at Sam*
  • Sam: Dean
  • Sam: What?
  • Dean: Morse code, Sammy.
  • --
  • Crowley: So, Squirrel, buddy, demon chum

Favourite Movies ~ The Green Mile (1999)

“Usually death row is called the Last Mile. We called ours The Green Mile.  The floor was the colour of faded limes. We had the electric chair. Old Sparky, we called it. Oh, I’ve lived a lot of years, Ellie, but 1935, that takes the prize. That year I had the worst urinary infection of my life. It was… It was also the year of John Coffey and the two dead girls”

i need new blogs to follow

i only follow around 200 blogs, and my dash is dead, so i’m looking for new blogs to follow.

maybe check out my blog?
reblog if you post the following:

  • bucky barnes
  • steve rogers
  • sam wilson
  • clint barton
  • bobbi morse (comics)
  • sebastian stan
  • chris evans
  • star wars
  • harry potter

mutuals, i’ll love you forever and ever if you reblog this to spread the word.<3


“I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. I’m tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There’s too much of it. It’s like pieces of glass in my head all the time.”

-The Green Mile (1999)

kryka83  asked:

Imagine the Avengers/Bucky's/Sam's reactions to Steve obsessively listening to certain modern-day songs/singing along.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” Sam cries, yelling at JARVIS to turn down the volume. “This is, like, the millionth time today that you’ve played this goddamn song.”

“Check this out,” Steve replies excitedly. He hands Sam his laptop and presses play. An expertly edited video of Natasha, Maria, Wanda, May, Skye, and Bobbi starts to roll. The low tones of Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood ring through JARVIS’ audio system.

Sam watches and his jaw drops lower and lower.

“Holy shit, Steve,” he says, handing Steve his laptop. “Did you really do that?”

“Yeah,” Steve replies, the tips of his ears turning pink. “I heard the song and immediately wanted to make this. I’m gonna give it to Nat for her birthday. At least…what I think…is her birthday.”

Sam chuckles. “She’ll love it, man. I can’t wait for you to show her.”

“Me neither. I love al the different ways to express artistic visions in this century. Pencils and drawing will always be my go to, but I’d love to learn how to do digital drawing, and also this was so fun.”

“That sounds great, Steve. I’m glad you’re finding a hobby that’s not knocking people out with your spangley Frisbee.”

Steve pokes his tongue out at Sam. “Watch yourself, Wilson, or you’ll see me and my shield running laps around you.”


The blond woman turned around, “J…Jessica?” Sam questioned. “Hey Sammy.” She told him, he couldn’t believe it, she was alive. “H-how are here?” He asked her. She stood up and walked towards him, he slowly put his gun and guard down.

She was just centimeters away from his face, and she smiled. He smiled, and within a flash, she headbutted him and he was knocked out. “I’ve got him.” She said through the com. “Get him back here, we’ve got a few questions for him.” Phil told her.