color palette, inspired by: my soul
↳ “Everybody Loves a Clown” (S02E02)
New hairstyle. Made my own seasalt spray. It turned out so good!
Why can’t there be a male hooter’s equivalent where male servers are shirtless and highly sexualized for their bodies and looks
Male Strip clubs. You’re thinking of male strip clubs.
No. Not a male strip club. A strip club is a strip club. I want a place called Cahones where waiters wear Speedos and are forced to stuff if they don’t fill out their uniform well enough. I want them to giggle for my tips. I want it to be so normalised and engrained in our culture that women bring their daughters there for lunch (because whaaaaaat the wings are good! Geeze sensitive much?) where they’ll give playful little nudges like, “Wouldn’t mind if you dad had those. Heh heh heh.” that their daughters don’t even understand but will absorb and start to assume is just the normal way grown up women talk about grown up men. I want to playfully ask my waiter if I can have extra nuts on my salad and for him to swat my arm with an Oh, you because he knows if he doesn’t his manager will yell at him. I want other men to pretend to like going there so I think they’re cool. I want to go to Cahones during my lunch break at work and when I come back and tell the other women in the office where I went they chuckle slightly and the men around us suddenly feel self conscious and they don’t know why.
deancas + spring
When spring makes it’s gentle return, Dean finds it increasingly difficult to usher Castiel back into the bunker every evening. When they’re not on a case, the latter prefers to explore the brushwood surrounding the property, filling up the birdhouses Dean helped him build with pellets from the local pet store and watching plants blossom and return to life. He even manages to stumble across an empty patch of land a little ways behind the bunker, which he eagerly decides would make a good garden (Sam’s nearly overjoyed at the prospect of entirely organic, self-harvested fruits and vegetables).
Dean complies, thinking it amusing and a little odd for a former soldier of Heaven, Angel of the Lord, to be planting tulips and strawberries. The rain boots Cas wears in the dirt are endearing though, and Dean would be lying if he said he isn’t looking forward to one day having home-grown cherries and apples for baking into his kick-ass pies.
Selena Gomez leaving Marmalade Cafe in Los Angeles on April 21, 2014
no but kids from pureblood families going through embarrassing weaboo phases except they become obsessed with muggle pop culture
5th years carrying around pink razr phones from 2004 and awkwardly inserting “text speak” into daily conversations
11 year olds carrying plush carebears backpacks into transfiguration
everyone of them using outdated muggle slang incorrectly, making all of the muggleborns wince in pain
Dumb Librarian!Cas + Mechanic!Dean comic
make me happy
[ a list of songs that boost my mood in the first 10 seconds that take me to a better place ] // listen
ok, idk how easy this is to read but since everyone is discussing dates, i went to the movie to check. this is steve’s rejection from the beginning, his birthday is in the upper right corner and there’s ANOTHEr date in the lower left which I think is supposed to be a today’s date kind of thing and it looks to be June 14 1943
so there we go, steve enlists in mid 1943
How interesting that you would mention this, because I’ve recently been thinking he didn’t enlist. His serial number, which he’s heard muttering when Steve comes to rescue him, starts “32557.”
According to this fabulous WWII serial number generator, an enlisted man from New York should have a serial number starting with the numbers “12.”
A New York man with a serial number starting with “32”? Drafted. What we may be dealing with here is a Bucky who didn’t choose to go to war but was instead compelled to do so versus a Steve who is desperate to get in. I think it opens up a lot of different and interesting storylines for the two of them.
There’s been some great meta/discussion about this in the last couple days, which I think is great.
Makes you wonder if Bucky got the draft, and then, knowing how Steve felt about things, told his best buddy he was “enlisting.” Because how do you face this skinny, brave idiot who just won’t stop trying to volunteer that you wouldn’t be going if you didn’t have to?
I feel like a proud mama hen whose baby chicks have learned to fly.