Dean’s six and he’s nuzzling his nose with two-year-old Sammy’s, making the child giggle and grab at him.
“Gonna like you for always,” Dean promises, smiling widely at his brother.
And suddenly Sam’s staring at him seriously, laughter ceased. He throws himself into Dean’s arms, and cries out, “De!” He starts crying a little.
Dean hugs his brother tight and says softly, “I’ll give you my favorite toy if you stop crying, Sammy!”
Twenty one years later, Dean gives away his soul so Sam stops bleeding.
Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff on Ellen
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Via the lively, paroxysmal laugh
A 90 years old man holds hands with his 40+ boyfriend. People call him a pervert, no one knows he’s been hibernated for 70 years. People call another guy short. No one knows he has a serious genetic mutation that causes him to turn into a green raging monster. People call a man ugly. No one knew he had a serious injury to his face while fighting with his assassin of a wife who didn’t like the nest he had built them. People call a man stupid but they don’t know he is the norse god of thunder. Re-post this if you are against bullying and stereotyping. I bet 95% of you won’t do it, because you do what you want.
(Source: stravaganza)
bekn:
if everyone reblogs this with something in their lives that makes them happy it will be the most positive post in the world
for me it is chicken curry in the dining hall
friends
rain
waking up before my alarm and feeling like I’ve made more time happen
that brief moment when you crest a roller coaster’s first drop before the adrenaline kicks in where you feel so incredibly at peace with the world
caramel cheesecake
Coffee
pigeons
my animals
Corn Chex
Laughing till you don’t even know why you started
Elizabeth Banks: I Thank Birth Control Pills for My Son
Just over a year ago, my son Felix was born via gestational surrogacy. He came out of me nine months early and because of my broken belly, his babycake was baked in a wonderful angel’s oven and now — I can’t believe it — he’s a year old and walking. He has expanded my capacity for joy a thousand-fold.
His life would have been much harder to come by if not for the birth control pill. How’s that, you ask? Well, it’s a simple fact: The pill is used for many situations that have nothing to do with the prevention of pregnancy. The pill was prescribed to me when hormonally induced migraines kept me locked up in dark rooms for days at a time. It was prescribed to me to regulate insanely painful cramps every month — cramps so painful that I often vomited.
And here’s a little secret I am happy to blow the lid off of: The pill is often prescribed during the IVF (in vitro fertilization) process to help MAKE BABIES! That’s right, women dealing with infertility are often put on the pill to help regulate a cycle so that they might have a more successful IVF. The pill is used to manage ovarian cysts, endometriosis and other conditions too. Not to mention, it helps couples plan for wanted children.
Obviously, I’m not a doctor. I’m just a woman grateful for my necessary and very helpful medication. And I’m sure glad I don’t have to discuss any of these conditions, including infertility, with my employer.
A girlfriend and I recently wondered what would be more mortifying: having to tell her male employer she needed birth control to mitigate a heavy flow or just bleeding all over herself in the office?
So with that image in mind, I encourage all women — and the men in their lives — to protect access to birth control, and encourage our politicians to take women’s health issues out of the political process.
For more information, please visit the most comprehensive and willing advocates for women’s health in America: www.plannedparenthood.org.
(Source: lizcrissplanty)
About me
Alrighty then, I'm Cayley, and here you will find Supernatural, Avengers, a smidge of Dr. Who and pretty much anything I find amusing or shiny. I'll ship just about anything that is well written so if you don't like something, go away or at least hold your peace while said thing is present.
