Just your daily reminders:
- Racists are a problem
- White people are not
- Homophobes are a problem
- Straight people are not
- Transphobes are a problem
- Cis people are not
- Sexists are a problem
- Men are not
And most importantly,
- Hating an innocent person solely because of their race, sexuality, or gender makes you a fucking asshole
Let’s show Misha some love by making this gif the most reblogged gif of all of tumblr!
Wouldn’t this be sweet considering that Jensen in shorts will be the most reblogged picture and Jared in shirt the second most reblogged one? ^_-
Challenge accepted, let’s do this!
Thank you so much!! Have a follow!!! <3 <3 <3
Misha deserves our love!
I’ll reblog this everyday i swear. Our overlord needs us guys
where are the freaking NOTES!!!
When this post breaks the tumblr world record Misha will be like:
*sigh* what have my minions done this time? Is my face everywhere again? Are they searching for my nonexistent tumblr? Are they defiling my face with alpacas? What about Bagels? Pancakes? WHAT IS IT THIS TIME??!
Then he would tweet about it.
If he did tweet about it, surely he would be arguing while there are no alpacas! XD
Now I am sad there are none! :p
Come on guys!!! Let’s still repost this!!!! For Misha!!!!!!
A friend! XD
destiel is both canon and not canon. it’s canon that dean and cas love each other and will sacrifice almost anything for each other. but they are not in an established romantic relationship. but they dont have to be in a relationship for them to love eachother but that’s all that matters
Captain America approves!
A Supernatural post was hijacked by an Avengers gif! That was unexpected.
My instinct is screaming “Don’t do it!!” But then my curiosity shows up, punches instinct in the face and whispers “Do it.”
Reblog because I know for a fact that nobody will tell me.
I feel safe reblogging this because everyone will just tell me what kind of art they want. >_>
Oh my God please. And detailed. PLEASE.
whydouwantaname said: Steve and Bucky going to a fancy restaurant. Steve being worried that the Winter Soldier may appear if Bucky is angered somehow but he is all 30s/40s charme and all the people fall for him. All but Steve because Steve already fell for him 70 years ago! XD
You got more than I intended to give. Congrats. The prompt spoke to me…
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The entire experience was surreal from the lavish red-woven tapestries hung like curtains over the windowless walls to the polished and flaked marble tile. Steve had never been to a restaurant so high end, or any other building designed for the affluent for that matter. His family had never been anywhere near wealthy. The medical bills alone had made sure of that, let alone the loss of his mother. Living from paycheck to paycheck and scrounging for proper medications never allowed him to experience a five-star restaurant, which is exactly why Bucky had thought this a good idea. Despite the incredibly romantic gesture, the super-soldier found it hard to relax, feeling inadequate to be in such high company, even if a couple of men had stripped themselves of their jackets post entry.
James had grown up among one of the military camps, acting as a mascot for a long while. After he had decided to run away from the orphanage, he had been unofficially adopted by the camp’s warden and was paid a hefty allowance weekly. That is until he was considered working-age and said reward could be rightfully deemed his wage. As such, he always had plenty of dough lining his pockets to waste on the dames and had accompanied his ‘father’ to formal military galas and the like.
Bucky’s memory was spotty as best, flashes would sear their way before his eyes before he could fully comprehend. But he could remember a couple of these parties and he could remember his old friend.
Unfortunately, Steve also understood that he could remember the pain and torture associated with Hydra, associated with the colour red, and the deep crimsons in the decorum did nothing to set his mind at ease. Bucky, however was an intoxicating sight. His dark auburn hair was tied slightly off-kilter, framing the man’s neck on one side. It was odd to see him in a suit. He’d never worn anything but military uniforms to special events in his teens and early twenties. Looking at him now from across the white-clad table, Rogers knew that the dolls were missing out and felt special for being the only one to see Bucky like this, adorned in a sleek navy suit that hugged his figure in all the right ways. No longer hungry for just his food, his eyes traveled upward to meet those of his date, but were met instead with the disconcerting sight of a gleaming hand positioned over his eyes.
"You okay, Buck?" Steve lowered his menu, paying more attention to the situation at hand. A momentary silence passed before Bucky answered, hissing in a breath from the headache that was, no doubt, plaguing him.
"Yeah, no sweat…"
"You’re sure?" He assured, glancing around. The last thing either of them needed was another public episode. In a place like this, there would be no way to evacuate the civilians quickly enough. His mind began to burn through the locations of exits, the number of people in the room and everything else he had cataloged six different times since entering the room out of sheer nerves alone.
"I’m fine. I can get through this, just… Don’t go all Captain America on me." Bucky reluctantly uncovered his eyes to look at his date and attempted to feign a smile. "I just want you to have a good time."
"We can have a good time somewhere else," he suggested, just starting to stand from the table when Bucky’s fist came down on the table hard enough to produce an exceptionally audible thud. Steve immediately tensed, clenching his jaw subconsciously as he eased back into his chair.
"Why do you always do this," Barnes fumed quietly, turning his gaze to the napkin resting in his lap. "You have so much faith in everyone but me, even that share crop you’re always with." Rogers was caught dumbfounded by Bucky’s words. By no means was Natasha a harlot, but he was right about him.
The waitress came to take their orders and, upon both having received their entrees, the men ate their respective meals in relative silence. Bucky calmed down, Steve acclimated to the environment and soon enough they were commenting on each other’s choice of wardrobe rather than the incident only a few moments before.
"I’m just trying to look out for ya’," Steve pursued after a pause in their mutual ogling.
"I know, but that’s my job. It’s always been… Hasn’t it?” The last two words tore straight through his heart.
"Yeah, Buck, it is."
The first five people who send me a prompt in my ask-box will receive a short Stucky drabble in their names.
Would you look at that! I satisfied all the promised ficlets for my previous post! :) Unfortunately, a couple of you reblogged or liked it after the cut-off, so I would like to offer you a consolation prize. If you reblogged or liked my ‘For Anyone Who Ships Stucky or is Otherwise Interested' post (all three of you) after the cut-off, meaning that you did not recieve a ficlet in your name on the tag, send me a prompt in my ask and I will write you a four-line poem to that prompt.
"Lip piercing, right? Yeah, I’m not ready for that," he had said. Little did he know that he would not only end up with someone with a full-metal arm, but with a man to boot. If the 20th century hadn’t already hit Steve hard, it sucker-punched him when the first spark of romance flashed between him and his old friend.
Bucky, on the other hand, was far more adjusted to the modern times and had long since abandoned the attempt to figure himself out, sexuality included. Whatever was, was. Whatever wasn’t, wasn’t. That was it; end of story.
So when the two finally shared a kiss, James took control, never once touching the other man with his bionic limb throughout the embrace, and Rogers broke them apart, quickly going back in for a second taste of what he had never considered an option.
I’ve been seeing commercials and other said nonesuch advertising with the slogans or symbolism from the story of King Midas fairly frequently nowadays here in America. Most notoriously, the automotive repair shop advertised on television but also utilized for other miscellaneous items and services, this has caught my attention in a very negative way. To me, this shows how far this country has fallen down the rabbit hole. Do these companies not realize that the story of Midas was a cautionary tale? Or is it just that they expect the majority of the American population to be ignorant to that fact? I fear it may be the latter.
For those of you who have been caught unawares, the story of King Midas is as follows:
“Midas was a king of great fortune who ruled the country of Phrygia, in Asia Minor. He had everything a king could wish for. He lived in luxury in a great castle. He shared his life of abundance with his beautiful daughter. Even though he was very rich, Midas thought that his greatest happiness was provided by gold. His avarice was such that he used to spend his days counting his golden coins! Occasionally he used to cover his body with gold objects, as if he wanted to bath in them. Money was his obsession. One day, Dionyssus, the god of wine and revelry, passed through the kingdom of Midas. One of his companions, a satyr named Silenus, got delayed along the way. Silenus got tired and decided to take a nap in the famous rose gardens surrounding the palace of king Midas. There, he was found by the king, who recognized him instantly and invited him to spend a few days at his palace. After that, Midas took him to Dionyssus. The god of celebration, very grateful to Midas for his kindness, promised Midas to satisfy any wish of him. Midas though for a while and then he said: I hope that everything I touch becomes gold. Dionyssus warned the king to think well about his wish, but Midas was positive. Dionyssus could do nothing else and promised the king that from that following day everything he touched would turn into gold.
The next day, Midas, woke up eager to see if his wish would become true. He extended his arm touching a small table that immediately turned into gold. Midas jumped with happiness! He then touched a chair, the carpet, the door, his bathtub, a table and so he kept on running in his madness all over his palace until he got exhausted and happy at the same time! He sat at the table to have breakfast and took a rose between his hands to smell its fragrance. When he touched it, the rose became gold. I will have to absorb the fragrance without touching the roses, I suppose, he thought in disappointment. Without even thinking, he ate a grape but it also turned into gold! The same happened with a slice of bread and a glass of water. Suddenly, he started to sense fear. Tears filled his eyes and that moment, his beloved daughter entered the room. When Midas hugged her, she turned into a golden statue! Despaired and fearful, he raised his arms and prayed to Dionyssus to take this curse from him.”
While it is true that Dionyssus returned his daughter to Midas after a period of repentance, the moral of the story was that greed is petrifying. Businesses using this story as part of their capitalist marketing campaigns makes me wonder if they doubt our intelligence, or if they are correct in their assumption that no-one of consequence will notice them laughing in our faces.
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