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toothpast:

cuddlesthehiddles:

katiebugzzz2013:

feministcas:



#[MUFFLED RAP MUSIC IN THE DISTANCE]

#[MUFFLED RAP MUSIC IN THE DISTANCE WITH LYRICS ONLY CONSISTING OF “BLESS YOU” AND “SORRY”]

[MUFFLED SHAKESPEAREAN IN THE DISTANCE]

[MUFFLED SHAKESPEAREAN RAP IN THE DISTANCE]

I can’t take this fandom seriously anymore


[x]

toothpast:

cuddlesthehiddles:

katiebugzzz2013:

feministcas:

#[MUFFLED RAP MUSIC IN THE DISTANCE]

#[MUFFLED RAP MUSIC IN THE DISTANCE WITH LYRICS ONLY CONSISTING OF “BLESS YOU” AND “SORRY”]

[MUFFLED SHAKESPEAREAN IN THE DISTANCE]

[MUFFLED SHAKESPEAREAN RAP IN THE DISTANCE]

I can’t take this fandom seriously anymore

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[x]

1 hour ago on April 24th, 2014 | J | 98,873 notes
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mishasminions:

THAT LITTLE CHAIR THO

6 hours ago on April 24th, 2014 | J | 5,985 notes
death-the-pale-horseman:

jaackles:

tardis-mind-palace:

chainedtoacomet:

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday. 
He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.
He eats every deep fried concoction possible.
When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.
Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.
“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”
Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.
Dean takes the bag, mystified.
“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels

#And Dean turns back and walks back into the gates#He treks up an inclined road until it flattens and curves around#When he reaches his heaven Dean raises a free hand above his head and yells #’SAM#CAS #LOOKIT! PIE!’ (x)

death-the-pale-horseman:

jaackles:

tardis-mind-palace:

chainedtoacomet:

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday. 

He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.

He eats every deep fried concoction possible.

When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.

Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.

“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”

Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.

Dean takes the bag, mystified.

“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels

   (x)

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6 hours ago on April 24th, 2014 | J | 59,822 notes

tomhazeldine:

Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001)

6 hours ago on April 24th, 2014 | J | 4,465 notes

fueledbyrydenn:

superhighschoollevelgay:

tiny21dancer:

“I guess your grades are more important to you than your morals are,” my English teacher spits out, lecturing our class about cheating that’s been going on in the school.

My classmates and I exchange glances. Well, yeah, we all seem to be thinking together. Isn’t that what they’ve been showing us since middle school?

#also that our grades are more important #than ourselves.

and our mental and physical health.

6 hours ago on April 24th, 2014 | J | 167,100 notes

Emma Stone - A Way In

6 hours ago on April 24th, 2014 | J | 7,825 notes

i-am-broken:

i know i  joke about it, but i am legit seriously worried i’m going to be alone my whole life.

6 hours ago on April 24th, 2014 | J | 242,694 notes
backtowoodstock:

ringos whole life in one sentence

backtowoodstock:

ringos whole life in one sentence

13 hours ago on April 23rd, 2014 | J | 21,449 notes
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