This is what I found upon opening the Megstiel tag a few minutes ago.
Tumblr knows what time it is.
Flawed? I think you mean FUN.
It’s no more flawed than any other aspects of non-canon shipping.
Imagination does a body good.
But Stiney… that’s lazy.
Ok, let’s dive into some logistics then.
Abaddon wore Josie all S8 until Sam burned her out in 8.23.
Yet thanks to some kind of spell at the beginning of Season 9 she was brought back in the same meatsuit.
Maybe the Queen of Hell decides to do the same for her favorite demon, Bela.
Call it a bonus for a job well done after Bela single-handedly defeats the Winchesters.
Hell to the yeah!
Title: I Make You Laugh, You Make Me Smile
Fandom: Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter
Rating: G – adorable, mostly fluff
Pairing: Eternal Abery
Summary: The ways in which Henry and Abe make one another laugh and smile in this long life of theirs.
Word Count: 1,078
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.
Author’s Notes: I wanted to do something different this month and here it is. This was written for the February Abery Monthly Challenge. The pictures included in the fic were all found via Google Images and do not belong to me.
I Make You Laugh, You Make Me Smile on AO3
I think this is the cutest Abery fanfic I’ve ever read! <3
Thank you! :)
For those of you who are agonizing on how to compose that perfect Valentine’s Email, Yahoo! has got you covered. Naturally, as soon as I saw that Friendly Love, I emailed salesassociatesteve IMMEDIATELY.
Now! Go forth, press that convenient red heart, and email your lion-hearted loves, generous friends, or resident that just happens to receive your missive.
- Recite a poem.
- Read the first page to one of your favorite books.
- Read the little blurb on the back of your shampoo bottle.
- Do a tongue-twister.
- Say something in a different language.
- Share an anecdote.
Do the rains in Spain stay mainly on the plains?
- Summarize the last film/TV episode you watched.
- Let us hear your ringtone and text message sound.
- Tell a joke.
- What did you have to eat today?
- Talk about something that really scares you.
- Talk about something that makes you happy.
- What is your favorite word?
- What is your least favorite word?
- What turns you on?
- What turns you off?
- What sound or noise do you love?
- What sound or noise do you hate?
- What is your favorite curse word?
- What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
- What profession would you not like to do?
- If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
- If you’re brave enough, singing us a little song.
I will do all of these or a requested one.
No joke. :D
So, you published your thought, tagged it as “Black people”, saying that you like Black people alot, write me back to confirm that you are in fact human… and you’re mad that I compare you to Justin Timberlake?
I never said you were racist, but that thing you said kinda sounded like it. You said “I got Black friends. I like Black people. I’m a reformed White person and I need to admit that.”
But you know Justin Timberlake, right? Years ago, he appeared on this program… called… some 106 & Park on some Black Channel. But anywayz, on this show, he said “I got love for my sistas”, hyping up a Black audience, trying to look like the “cool one”. And then his album “Justified” came out, where he was charting up and getting acceptance by a Black audience. And you know White people… if Black people can accept this Timberlake, then he MUST be cool!
And then, he appeared on a Super Bowl halftime show. And he ripped off a piece of Janet jackson’s clothes (on purpose), but guess who got the blame and the fines? Janet Jackson. Justin Timberlake stood so damn far away from that and continue to rise while Janet Jackson career took a downfall.
So, I never trust Justin Timerlake afterwards. Long story short… when someone makes a decision to say “I love Black people” it seems that one day, they will set me up for a downfall. And that’s why you shouldn’t be saying things like that. Stop making Black people exotic by saying you love us more than White people. Because you’re still White… and they will love you MORE than they love us.
BTW… all the people who’s sending him hate messages, stop. I didn’t put that up for you to send him hate mail.
Tracy and Charlie being kick ass hunting lesbifriends.
After coming face to face with Abaddon and making it out alive, a hunt for a teenage vampire should have been a piece of cake.
What Tracy hadn’t expected, though, was another hunter on the case.
Especially one like Charlie Bradbury.
With her cheery yellow car and attitude to match. An arsenal full of nerdtastic lingo and of course close relationship with the Winchesters.
"Sam and Dean? They’re like the brothers I never knew I wanted!"
These were things that usually would have sent Tracy running in the other direction.
But when Charlie proved she could hold her own by taking out the vamp practically by herself; Tracy realized she didn’t mind so much if Charlie stuck around.
Plus, she’d be lying if she said Charlie wasn’t adorable.
Even if she sang along, at top volume, with Katrina and the Waves while on the road to their next hunt.
This photo set is a freaking inspiration.
I’m feeling really good about me nailing one of my goals that was causing me a huge deal of stress, so I made myself (and you!) some celebration images that i find calming.
(Photos taken from Google Images.)
I’m only publishing this to prove my point.
Now if yall will open your tumblr page to anon question number something ridiculous and read with me,
And Blkproverbs sayeth unto you: ”white people are not trustworthy. Piss em off or say something they dont agree with, and watch how fast you’re called a nigger. And the bad part is not in being called a nigger, as awful as that is. The bad part is that someone you trusted as your equal and friend still believes you are beneath them. You’re only one fuck up/one act of agression/ one uncomfortable truth away from being reminded of that.”
close ya books and say amen? Amen, may the Lord bless the reading of His word.