1. 
drunk!demon!dean

    drunk!demon!dean

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  2. Reblogged from: supernaturalapocalypse
  3. adamant-fallen-angel:

    austere-fallen-angel:

    evanescent-fallen-angel:

    hiddleswiggles:

    llamaloveszombie:

    razielim:

    theguywiththelokitattoo:

    Supernatural AU (Human!Impala):

    Dean meets his car but it is not how he expected…

    Other AUs here [x]

    Omfg

    I ship it.

    Supernatural. The only fandom to find a way to put Jensen Ackles inside Chris Pine.

    Ride your baby

    I don’t know what’s better, the au or the comments.

    Now I’m conflicted because I don’t know if I like ChrisPine!Impala or JohnBarrowman!Impala better…

    Yeah, but have you seen the Ian Somerhalder one? 

    Reblogged from: queen-of-fallen-angels
  4. sebastanstan:

    Roses are red

    Violets are blue

    Yesterday was Tuesday

    But today’s Tuesday, too

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    Reblogged from: dmitri-the-mishacat
  5. deancasheadcanons:

    ok but

    • dean killing the douchey guy instead of the pretty lady
    • cas and children
    • metatron confirming that cas is a dom
    • hannah/tow truck lady flirting
    • crowley telling dean to “pick a bloody side”
    • fuckgin awesome fight choreography in BROAD DAYLIGHT with WIDE SHOTS this literally never happens i don’t think u understand
    • s10 is gr8 fight me
    Reblogged from: supernaturalapocalypse
  6. howidiotic:

    friend: fall out boy has stupidly long song titles

    me:

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    Reblogged from: queen-of-fallen-angels
  7. you had such a thirst for knowledge; and now school has ruined that.
    something that someone said to me recently and I think about it a lot. (via writerings)
    Reblogged from: supernaturalapocalypse
  8. Reblogged from: demon-eyes-and-pecan-pies
  9. dingoinnuendo:

    children that are rough and horrible at handling small animals should not be allowed near small animals i dont care what you say. do not put an animal through that

    Reblogged from: gnarly
  10. highfunctioning-assbut:

    I don’t understand why they threaten gay people that they’ll go to Hell

    Because, woah

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    If this is Hell

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    Sign me up

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    Reblogged from: queen-of-fallen-angels
  11. kvotheunkvothe:
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  12. deanwillrise:

    it’s ~all~ about the pie

    everything

    Reblogged from: supernaturalapocalypse
  13. the-herondale-men-hate-ducks:

    casteilnovak:

    watchtheskytonight:

    flaaffytaaffy:

    my brothers say that if this gets 500,000 notes i get to get out of the cage

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    goddammit we’re getting you out of hell ourselves 

    if we get enough notes we need to take a screen shot and tweet it to the writers.

    Reblogged from: ouch-fallen-angel
  14. Reblogged from: deanwinchesterdaily
  15. queen-of-fallen-angels:

frustrated-fallen-angel:

harryis-acupcake:

niick4:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.


bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

things like this make me happy i have a tumblr

i’M CRYING… BECAUSE CUTLERY. 
This website is going to be the death of me.

Crack. Not even once.

DID I JUST STARTED CRYING BECAUSE OF CUTLERY

    queen-of-fallen-angels:

    frustrated-fallen-angel:

    harryis-acupcake:

    niick4:

    danger-mouz:

    calirosegold:

    patronustrip:

    tootsienoodles:

    freackthehopeful:

    skylarghost:

    weasleyrocksyoursocks:

    seong:

    I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

    SWEET JESUS

    You have your mother’s cheek bones

    godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

    TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

    I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

    The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

    One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

    Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

    He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

    “Fork,

         I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

         Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

         Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

    Goodbye, Fork.

    -Spoon”


    Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

    I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.

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    bra..fucking..vo

    sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

    things like this make me happy i have a tumblr

    i’M CRYING… BECAUSE CUTLERY. 

    This website is going to be the death of me.

    Crack. Not even once.

    DID I JUST STARTED CRYING BECAUSE OF CUTLERY

    Reblogged from: queen-of-fallen-angels
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