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Here I Sit, Listening to Stephen Foster Music and Trying Not to Cry My Eyes Out…

“Was My Brother In The Battle?”

-By Stephen Foster-

Tell me, tell me, weary soldier from the rude and stirring wars,
Was my brother in the battle where you gained those noble scars?
He was ever brave and valiant, and I know he never fled.
Was his name among the wounded or numbered with the dead?
Was my brother in the battle when the tide of war ran high?
You would know him in a thousand by his dark and flashing eye.

Tell me, tell me, weary soldier, will he never come gain?
Did he suffer with the wounded or die among the slain?

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astudyinlestrade:

apiphile:

loki get away from me people are going to think we know each other

oh my god you’re my little brother my friends can’t see me hanging out with you


Hilarious! I want this to be a part of an AU fic for elementary school Thor/Loki!

astudyinlestrade:

apiphile:

loki get away from me people are going to think we know each other

oh my god you’re my little brother my friends can’t see me hanging out with you

Hilarious! I want this to be a part of an AU fic for elementary school Thor/Loki!

(Source: ohgallifrey, via lokis-hat)

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sweetupndown:

you thought I didn’t really notice. But I did. I wanted to high-five you. Yesterday I had a pair of brothers in my store. One was maybe between 15-17. He was a wrestler at the local high school. Kind of tall, stocky and handsome. He had a younger brother, who was maybe about 10-12 years old. The only way to describe him was scrawny, neat, and very clean for a boy his age. They were talking about finding a game for the younger one, and he was absolutely insisting it be one with a female character. I don’t know how many of y’all play games, but that isn’t exactly easy. Eventually, I helped the brothers pick a game called Mirror’s Edge. The youngest was pretty excited about the game, and then he specifically asked me.. “Do you have any girl color controllers?” I directed him to the only colored controllers we have which includes pink and purple ones. He grabbed the purple one, and informed me purple was his FAVORITE. The boys had been taking awhile, so their father eventually comes in. He see’s the game, and the controller, and starts in on the youngest about how he needs to pick something different. Something more manly. Something with guns and fighting, and certainly not a purple controller. He tries to convince him to get the new Zombie game “Dead Island.” and the little boy just stands there repeating “Dad, this is what I want, ok?” Eventually it turns into a full blown argument complete with Dad threatening to whoop his son if he doesn’t choose different items. That’s when big brother stepped in. He said to his Dad “It’s my money, it’s my gift to him, if it’s what he wants I’m getting it for him, and if your gonna hit anyone for it, it’s going to be me.” Dad just gives his oldest son a strong stern stare down, and then leaves the store. Little brother is crying quietly, I walk over and ruffle his hair (yes this happened all in front of me.) I say “I’m a girl, and I like the color blue, and I like shooting games. There’s nothing wrong with what you like. Even if it’s different than what people think you should.” I smile, he smiles back (my heart melts!) Big brother then leans down, kisses little brother on the head, and says “Don’t worry dude.” They check out and leave, and all I can think is how awesome big brother is, how sweet little brother is, and how Dad ought to be ashamed for trying to make his son any other way.

(Source: kissing-whiskey, via bifrostbite)

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Michael: King or two queens? 
Dean Winchester: Two queens. 
Michael: [snort] Yeah, I bet…
Dean Winchester: What’d you say? 
Michael: [brightly] Nice car. 

This was the episode I saw yesterday that I referenced in this post. The “Two Queens” exchange tickled me beyond belief, but it’s the whole cereal self-sacrifice scene that really sold me on this show, especially when Little Sam offers Little Dean the prize inside the box. Infinite Castiel Creys.

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Watching Supernatural Reruns At 2AM And Kind Of Wishing I Had An Older Brother To Talk To…

Being recently unemployed, well, the one bright side is that it’s allowed me more exposure to Formerly-Primetime-Now-Daytime television. As a result, I have been able to commence fanboying over two new TV shows that I always meant to watch but never before had the opportunity: Criminal Minds (Hellooo Matthew Gray Gubler) and Supernatural. How convenient is it that the timing of my firing worked out so I got to begin the latter while TNT started rerunning season one?

You see? Everything happens for a reason.

Seriously though, Dean and Sam’s relationship is really sweet. I just finished “Something Wicked” tonight and got a little teary eyed. The whole childhood witch attack thing really provided a lot of insight into their relationship with each other and with their dad.

When I think about my status as an only child, I don’t ever look back at my past and feel as though something was missing. But after watching this episode, for the first time ever, as much as it pains me to admit it…I did.

It felt as though I might have missed out on something very special…

(gif via fuckyeah-supernatural)

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Singing, Abduction, Rape, and Julie Newmar: Revisiting Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954)

Words cannot begin to express how much I love this movie.

Do you ever listen to certain songs because you know that they’ll make you feel something special? Maybe you need to wallow in a broken heart, so you pull out your Joni Mitchell or Johnny Cash CD’s. Maybe you need a pick me up, so you play a little Michael Jackson or Lady Gaga.

No matter how I’m feeling; up, down, left, right, perpendicular, WHATEVER…this movie always makes me feel better than I felt before. 

That being said, all that highly concentrated joy sometimes comes with a dash of melancholy because (seemingly) no one under the age of 35 has ever even heard about this movie, much less built a shrine to it in their bedroom like I have. It’s a pleasure that is nearly impossible to share with others.

Things don’t get much better when I try to summarize the plot for those ignorant of it’s awesome-sauce. It tends to befuddle or enrage people.

Observe:

SYNOPSIS

A mountain man named Adam Pontipee heads into town to find a wife he can court and marry in under an hour. Milly, a proper but headstrong cook, ends up falling for the big brute and goes back with him to his mountain home, under the impression that he lives alone.

Once at Pontipee Manor (re: a sad shack in the woods) Milly finds out that Adam actually has six rough and tumble brothers who are in desperate need of some civilizin’. The brothers, although initially resistant, are quickly tamed by Milly’s refined sensibilities. Once their edges have been smoothed over, they eventually seek out Milly’s guidance in the romance department.

Being a bunch of awkward mountain bachelors, their knowledge of courtship is limited to rural activities. Here’s an example of an attempt at a pick up line. (No joke.)

Say somthing nice, Gideon.

-Milly

Nice night for a coon hunt?

-Gideon Pontipee

See what I mean? These boys are NOT entering the dating pool anytime soon. At least not on their own. Enter the Milly.

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