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that-big-gay-impala:

THE SARCASM IN THIS POST IN LETHAL

that-big-gay-impala:

THE SARCASM IN THIS POST IN LETHAL

hygienequeen:

playgrounder:

colorfeels:

Took a bunch of candles from my church’s Christmas service because I am CRIMINAL
MERRY CHRISTMAS SUCKAS LIGHT IT UP

But my friend you left so early! Surely something slipped your mind… You forgot I gave these also! Would you leave the best behind?


Ive never laughed so hard at a post

hygienequeen:

playgrounder:

colorfeels:

Took a bunch of candles from my church’s Christmas service because I am CRIMINAL

MERRY CHRISTMAS SUCKAS LIGHT IT UP

But my friend you left so early! Surely something slipped your mind… You forgot I gave these also! Would you leave the best behind?

Ive never laughed so hard at a post

proprouvaire:

"is this simply a game for a rich young boy to play" "enjolras u could literally buy me"

    bf: are you scared?
    me: in this economy who wouldn't be

queersamwilson:

misterchristofelees sent me this ask based off my url…and…well…

snickerdooble:

i love this post so much

snickerdooble:

i love this post so much

alisonisthegreateststar:

I was given this by a little 7 year old girl tonight at the last table I served at the end of a really tough eight hour shift.

Right now you’d probably expect me to say something like “this is why I love my job” or whatever, but I don’t. I still despise the majority of my job and long for the day I don’t have to wait tables anymore to pay for my living. I hate all-you-can-eat soup and salad and every time someone yells at me about their alfredo being dry I want to cry inside.

But when I’m dead on my feet, mentally exhausted, starving, and dreaming about the cold sangria awaiting me once I clock out…well a little girl going out of her way to tell me that she thinks I’m pretty does soften the pain a little.

alisonisthegreateststar:

I was given this by a little 7 year old girl tonight at the last table I served at the end of a really tough eight hour shift.

Right now you’d probably expect me to say something like “this is why I love my job” or whatever, but I don’t. I still despise the majority of my job and long for the day I don’t have to wait tables anymore to pay for my living. I hate all-you-can-eat soup and salad and every time someone yells at me about their alfredo being dry I want to cry inside.

But when I’m dead on my feet, mentally exhausted, starving, and dreaming about the cold sangria awaiting me once I clock out…well a little girl going out of her way to tell me that she thinks I’m pretty does soften the pain a little.

apostlemage:

pyramidslayer:

look what you can buy

There is a Pope in the Cars universe. This means that there is Catholic Christianity, which means there was a Jesus car who was crucified. Jesus Chrysler was crucified by car Romans under Pontiac Pilot who washed his wheels. A car was nailed to a cross and ascended to Heaven.

apostlemage:

pyramidslayer:

look what you can buy

There is a Pope in the Cars universe. This means that there is Catholic Christianity, which means there was a Jesus car who was crucified. Jesus Chrysler was crucified by car Romans under Pontiac Pilot who washed his wheels. A car was nailed to a cross and ascended to Heaven.

nikaalexandra:

apparently it’s nineteen fucking twenty

Anonymousasked
Dean meeting a hellhound for the first time after he becomes a demon. Dean falls into a fighting stance only to have the hellhound knock him on his back and enthusiastically slobbering all over his face. Dean becoming the alpha of a pack of overgrown hellhound puppies. Sam seeing Dean asleep floating in the air assuming it's a new demon power when really Dean's snoozing at the top of a hellhound puppy pile.

gabrielthearch-angel:

obsessionisaperfume:

suricattus:

smercurial:

teamfreewill-fanart:

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Drag it.

Edit: Whoops, my theme makes the “secret” obvious.  Probably best for themes where the posts have light backgrounds.

*squeak*

"Dean, did you eat the steak I -"  Sam stopped in the doorway, and his face scrunched up.  "What’s that smell?"

"What smell?"

"What smell?"

Dean’s transformation into a Knight of Hell hadn’t made him any better at lying to his brother.

"It smells like dog.  Wet dog."

"Nah, you’re imagining things, Sammy."

"No, I’m -hey!"  Something had shoved at the back of his knee.  Something heavy, and wet. And then there were teeth, worrying at his leg through his jeans, and Sam went into defensive mode, hand dropping to his knife, trying to find whatever it was mouthing at him.

"Sam, no!"  And then Dean was in front of him, alert, his hand reaching down to…pet something?  

"Down boy," Dean said, his voice low and calm, but firm.  "That’s my brother.  Don’t eat him."

YOU MADE IT BETTER

No but imagine Dean getting Sam to build a large iron fence outside the bunker so he can let the hellhounds run around.

Imagine Dean having names for all of his hellhounds based on pop culture and past friends, and all Sam can hear occasionally is “Bad Joffrey I told you no eating my shoes!” and “Good girl, Charlie, you keep Adam in line now” and Sam is torn between being freaked out and laughing like an idiot because all he can see is his brother chasing an invisible floating shoe.

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