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hi buddies. this is a sideblog. mostly comics, movies, some tv and lots of whining about attempting to write.
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straight into his maker's arms.
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miggylol:

pumpkin spice candles soon

pumpkin lattes soon

pumpkin everything

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Let go and hold my hand.

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"I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere" for stevebucky WHAT ELSE

moondoggiestyle:

Steve’s entire life has been a lesson in unfairness. From the childhood rheumatic fever that kept him bed-ridden an entire summer, to the growth spurts that never came while bullies towered over him, to standing beside an open grave in a too-small suit, watching a shovelful of dirt rain down on his mother’s casket.

The one saving grace in his life has been Bucky. He stuck to Steve’s side that awful summer, coaxing out reluctant laughter that would inevitably turn into a racking cough that Steve always tried (and failed) to hide behind a stoic face. Bucky was always there whenever Steve found himself in a tight place, like he had some sort of sixth sense that Steve was about to be pummeled (though Steve would always protest that he had ‘em on the ropes). And at the funeral, Bucky stood beside him, tall and broad-shouldered and solid, a grounding force when it felt like the floor had fallen out beneath his feet.

He’d tried to brush Bucky off afterwards, insisting that he could get by on his own, but of course Bucky saw right through Steve’s tough guy act.

“The thing is, you don’t have to. I’m with you until the end of the line, pal.”

Steve’s glad for it now, because the only thing easing the rattling in his lungs, the only thing distracting him from the way he can’t gulp down enough oxygen as an asthma attack squeezes his chest, is the reassuring hand Bucky is rubbing up and down his back.

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I should just be my own best friend
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men

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putthison:

Fragrances, Part One: What The Heck Do Those French Words Mean?
Fragrances sometimes carry a bad reputation, especially here in the US. Just the idea of them brings to mind all those times we’ve been trapped in an elevator or subway car with someone who applied too much, and those few scarring experiences can be enough to scare us from ever wearing something ourselves.
However, like with anything, what’s done poorly can also be done well, and if you choose wear fragrances, there’s a way to do it tastefully. While I don’t pretend to be an expert on the subject, I buy and wear fragrances on occasion and have found that a little knowledge goes a long way. So, for people who are just starting out, I thought I’d write a basic introduction on how to get started.
First, you should to know some terms. Fragrances are categorized according to the concentration of their aromatic oils. Roughly speaking, the higher the concentration, the more potent and long-lasting the scent. So you have:
Eau de Cologne (2-5%): The word cologne doesn’t mean “male scent,” as is commonly believed. Instead, eau de cologne is a class of fragrances, and the one with the lowest concentration of oils. Frankly, I find a lot of stuff in this category somewhat disappointing, as the scents will be almost gone by the time you walk out the door.
Eau de Toilette (5-10%): The next step up in terms of potency and longevity. Most male scents fall into this category.
Eau de Perfum (10-20%): A higher concentration still. You don’t want to apply too much of this stuff, given its oil content, which is why it’s OK to buy smaller amounts. And while these are typically more expensive per ounce, they’re arguably cheaper per sniff, as they last much longer. The scent of an eau de cologne, for example, can dissipate within two hours, while an eau de perfum can last for up to five.
Perfume extracts (20% or more): Anything with an aromatic oil concentration of 20% or more will often be labeled simply as perfume or perfume extract.
Granted, a lot of this is an oversimplification. The percentage concentrations can vary depending on the manufacturer’s definitions, and sometimes you can find overlap between categories. The potency and quality of the raw materials can also vary wildly, so sometimes you’ll find that an eau de toilette that’s stronger than an eau de perfum. The above is just a general guideline.
Of course, how long something lasts comes secondary to how it smells. Tomorrow we’ll talk about how to choose something for yourself. 
(Pictured above: One of my favorites, L’Artisan Parfumeur’s Timbuktu)

putthison:

Fragrances, Part One: What The Heck Do Those French Words Mean?

Fragrances sometimes carry a bad reputation, especially here in the US. Just the idea of them brings to mind all those times we’ve been trapped in an elevator or subway car with someone who applied too much, and those few scarring experiences can be enough to scare us from ever wearing something ourselves.

However, like with anything, what’s done poorly can also be done well, and if you choose wear fragrances, there’s a way to do it tastefully. While I don’t pretend to be an expert on the subject, I buy and wear fragrances on occasion and have found that a little knowledge goes a long way. So, for people who are just starting out, I thought I’d write a basic introduction on how to get started.

First, you should to know some terms. Fragrances are categorized according to the concentration of their aromatic oils. Roughly speaking, the higher the concentration, the more potent and long-lasting the scent. So you have:

  • Eau de Cologne (2-5%): The word cologne doesn’t mean “male scent,” as is commonly believed. Instead, eau de cologne is a class of fragrances, and the one with the lowest concentration of oils. Frankly, I find a lot of stuff in this category somewhat disappointing, as the scents will be almost gone by the time you walk out the door.
  • Eau de Toilette (5-10%): The next step up in terms of potency and longevity. Most male scents fall into this category.
  • Eau de Perfum (10-20%): A higher concentration still. You don’t want to apply too much of this stuff, given its oil content, which is why it’s OK to buy smaller amounts. And while these are typically more expensive per ounce, they’re arguably cheaper per sniff, as they last much longer. The scent of an eau de cologne, for example, can dissipate within two hours, while an eau de perfum can last for up to five.
  • Perfume extracts (20% or more): Anything with an aromatic oil concentration of 20% or more will often be labeled simply as perfume or perfume extract.

Granted, a lot of this is an oversimplification. The percentage concentrations can vary depending on the manufacturer’s definitions, and sometimes you can find overlap between categories. The potency and quality of the raw materials can also vary wildly, so sometimes you’ll find that an eau de toilette that’s stronger than an eau de perfum. The above is just a general guideline.

Of course, how long something lasts comes secondary to how it smells. Tomorrow we’ll talk about how to choose something for yourself. 

(Pictured above: One of my favorites, L’Artisan Parfumeur’s Timbuktu)

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liamdryden:

hermionejg:

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vicmorrowsghost:

fwips:

Chris Pratt Interrupts Interview To French Braid Intern’s Hair

Im fuckin furious 

I’m reblogging this because I know it’s going to destroy some of you. :P

OH. My God. GTFO of here. 

SERIOUSLY WTF

three instances of this gifset were on my dash at once, each with different infuriated reblogs below it

but I agree siR YOU MUST STOP

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actualmenacebuckybarnes:

i need more of natasha romanoff being brusque and unexpected when demonstrating physical affection to her loved ones (like a cat):

steve sits down on the couch with a beer and a bowl of pretzels and the next second natasha’s on his lap, drinking his beer and feeding him pretzels and steve can’t complain, he guesses, until she changes his nature documentary (steve loves nature documentaries ;____;) to one of those horrible Syfy Originals movies because why watch shark week when you can watch sharknado?? clearly.

bucky’s standing in the kitchen, sliding cucumbers, his arm a whirr of motion when natasha just sidles up and delicately runs her nose against the curve of his jaw and presses a tiny kiss to his chin and disappears before he even has the time to drop his knife and turn around

sam’s talking to someone, he’s always talking to someone when natasha sneaks up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist and starts petting his abs and chest. sam of course doesn’t mind, he flexes for her and laughs, “you make me feel like a piece of meat”. “steak.” natasha says, and playfully bites his neck.

she and clint pickpocket from eachother just super casually?? like, clint just keeps things in his pocket for her like those orange tictacs she loves but’ll never buy herself and silly caricatures he draws of their teammates (the one of tony was amazing and priceless and natasha still has it). and natasha’ll carry stray bandages for when clint does little stupid things and airplane bottles of liquor for when he does big stupid things and they just brush past each other and take what they need and sometimes there’s groping.

natasha being the biggest moocher on the planet. she’ll steal your fries and a sip of your beer and demand you try her pasta and feed you bites of gelato from her spoon

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captainstevebarnes:

thunderboltsortofapenny:

captainstevebarnes:


I am Subject Winter, I am from Russia, I serve under Amer-no. I serve Mother Russia.

2014-His handlers had lost track of the subject after the last mission. It was a simple mission to take out the New York Senator who has been pushing to further investigate Government Science Programs. He had been a thorn in Hydra’s side for far to long and the higher ups decided to send their best after the man. Subject Winter was able to take out the man on schedule, but the Avengers had been there and tried to stop the Subject before the kill, injuring him. When the mission was over, he was no where near the pick up point.
Instead he was sitting on top of the Brooklyn Bridge, looking out at a city he’d never been to, but gave him a sense of calm. Thoughts of a dingy apartment with one bedroom and a window that always was open in the Summer came into his mind, the smell of charcoal, and the laughter of a man who the Subject could not remember what he looked like. Shaking his head of these thoughts, the Subject placed his head in his hands and took a shaky breath.
I am subject WinterI am from Brooklyn
"No." He chided himself softly, his voice hoarse from lack of use. His handlers had told him those dreams where of no importance, and from an old mission he had years past during a war. He knew for a fact he was from Russia. Where the winter was always harsh and Bucky took care of-
Shaking his head of that thought with a confused look on his face, the subject rubbed his face in frustration. He had never thought of these things before, only about the mission, but this city made him think, made him remember things his handlers had made him long ago forget.
"Bucky?" He mumbled to himself, the taste of the name familiar on his lips, but no image of the man, was it a man, came to the Subject. Instead he focused on himself, reminding him of who he was, 
I am Subject WinterI am from RussiaI serve under the America-
"No." He said yet again into the New York Sky, but as he kept repeating and reminding himself of what the handlers told him, his mind kept bringing up images of things long past. A time when he was whole and happy with a team like the Avengers who cared for him and not just the Subjects kill rate. His head was pounding as the dawn came rising up, with just one thought now on his mind.
Who am I?

***whispers furiously****I am so proud of you

**whispers proudly** Thank you Madam President

captainstevebarnes:

thunderboltsortofapenny:

captainstevebarnes:

I am Subject Winter, I am from Russia, I serve under Amer-no. I serve Mother Russia.

2014-His handlers had lost track of the subject after the last mission. It was a simple mission to take out the New York Senator who has been pushing to further investigate Government Science Programs. He had been a thorn in Hydra’s side for far to long and the higher ups decided to send their best after the man. Subject Winter was able to take out the man on schedule, but the Avengers had been there and tried to stop the Subject before the kill, injuring him. When the mission was over, he was no where near the pick up point.

Instead he was sitting on top of the Brooklyn Bridge, looking out at a city he’d never been to, but gave him a sense of calm. Thoughts of a dingy apartment with one bedroom and a window that always was open in the Summer came into his mind, the smell of charcoal, and the laughter of a man who the Subject could not remember what he looked like. Shaking his head of these thoughts, the Subject placed his head in his hands and took a shaky breath.

I am subject Winter
I am from Brooklyn

"No." He chided himself softly, his voice hoarse from lack of use. His handlers had told him those dreams where of no importance, and from an old mission he had years past during a war. He knew for a fact he was from Russia. Where the winter was always harsh and Bucky took care of-

Shaking his head of that thought with a confused look on his face, the subject rubbed his face in frustration. He had never thought of these things before, only about the mission, but this city made him think, made him remember things his handlers had made him long ago forget.

"Bucky?" He mumbled to himself, the taste of the name familiar on his lips, but no image of the man, was it a man, came to the Subject. Instead he focused on himself, reminding him of who he was, 

I am Subject Winter
I am from Russia
I serve under the America-

"No." He said yet again into the New York Sky, but as he kept repeating and reminding himself of what the handlers told him, his mind kept bringing up images of things long past. A time when he was whole and happy with a team like the Avengers who cared for him and not just the Subjects kill rate. His head was pounding as the dawn came rising up, with just one thought now on his mind.

Who am I?

***whispers furiously****I am so proud of you

**whispers proudly** Thank you Madam President

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