Well, at least I'm not boring.
The color green. Freckles. Cameos. 18. Stubborn. Beef jerky. Summer. Optimism. Cosmetology. Comic books. Clarion University. Guitar. Men. Octopuses.
Get to know me and leave anything in my ask box, I'll always get back to you:)
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Post reblogged from The angles are falling
DO YOU EVER GET SUCH A NICE MESSAGE THAT YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO RESPOND AND YOU KEEP REWRITING YOUR REPLY BECAUSE YOU CAN’T ARTICULATE THE GRATITUDE YOU FEEL FOR IT AND HOW MUCH LOVE YOU FEEL FOR THE PERSON WHO SENT IT AND YOU JUST
(Source: nezumied)
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Post reblogged from Awesomesawws
will give head for food
how are you gonna eat it with no head though
this is the most innocent thing i have ever seen omg.
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Chat reblogged from The angles are falling
- Me: Why is this book over
- Me: Why couldn't it be longer
- Me: What am I supposed to read now
- *glances at pile of unread books*
- Me: Don't look at me like that
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Post reblogged from too cool for titles
The strongest ‘pound for pound’ muscle is the uterus: it weighs around 2 pounds but during childbirth can exert a downward force of 400 Newtons, which is one hundred times as strong as gravity and equivalent to the power in a fully extended modern longbow.
I need masculism because I am afraid.
you should be
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Audio post reblogged from •♥•Memewhore•♥•This track has had 271,755 plays
Carry On My Wayward Son (lullaby Version)
Why can I so easily picture this playing in the spn series finale as the camera takes one last look moving over the dead bodies of all our favorite characters, stopping on the rusting frame of the impala and then slowly fading to black?
No! Into the corner with you!
As the music starts, the camera shows the sightless eyes of Kevin Tran, lying on the floor, weak body from starvation and sleepless nights apparent. The camera moves to show his mother, Mrs. Tran, lying next to him. Both of them tried to shield the other in the chaos and blood. They lie dead together.
The next scene shows Garth, lying on the ground, Bobby’s cap lying beside him, stained with blood. He is loosely holding a rifle, which contained salt, in an attempt to fight them off. To win once and for all. The salt is scattered on the ground around him. His body remains there until decayed.
The camera comes up from the ground to reveal the blank face of Sam Winchester, the one Azazel chose, the one who threw himself into hell for the good of earth. He lies, jacket stained, separated from his brother and his friends. He never got the family or the happy ending he wanted. His hair is stained and chopped, uneven in places. The blood drips down the side of his face, mirroring Jess.
Finally, we see Dean and Cas, dead on the ground. The scorch mark of Castiel’s wings cover the ground and Dean’s face and body, shielded by an angel until the very end. A gold amulet on the ground next to him, fallen out of his ripped trench coat. Dean clutches a demon blade, covered in blood, but more of his own than of the enemy. His body lies close to Cas, destined to remain together since he was raised from hell. They are now burnt and broken shells of men and angels. But they knew their only purpose.
In the corner of the field, hidden away in a presumably good parking spot, is the Impala, where it has been for a while, and will continue to be there until the trees and plants grow around it, crushing the windows, demolishing the rust, moulding the leather seats. The army men will be consumed by the soil, and in many years time, decompose. This car will be like any other old car seen abandoned in a field or on a road. Its age will show when Dean is not present to take care of her. The heater will never rattle again.
People will find the bodies, perhaps, and catalogue them as John or Jane Does, unknown to the world, unknown to the great service they gave them. They all gave their lives. And in return we live ours for them.
The camera fades to black.
DON NOT PLAY THE SONG WHILE READING THAT. YOU’LL FUCKING REGRET IT FOR LIFE OH GOD
HOW DARE YOU
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Post reblogged from •♥•Memewhore•♥•
In my head, all of the fandoms are part of some massive, crazy family.
The tough, but loving and protective older brother:
The crazy kid brother, who still loves playing pretend:
The vaguely psychotic middle child that the parents keep locked away in the attic:
this makes me happy
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Post reblogged from My life is magical
- fetuses do not think
- they do not “scream out” when they are aborted
- they have no brain function and no nerve endings until long after the deadline for a legal abortion
- they aren’t “sad” when you abort them
- they do not “realize what is happening”
And these aren’t my beliefs, they’re scientific facts
THANK. YOU.
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Photoset reblogged from My life is magical
I’ve always loved Will’s split second face of “Barbossa? What the fuck? When was he an option?!”
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wibbly-wobbly-timeywimeystuff:
gayest sport on earth
somebody’s obviously never heard of turkish oil wrestling
WHAT
OH MY GOD I AM CRYING
you have not LIVED until you’ve seen live Turkish oil wrestling.
why is he putting his hand in his pants
That’s how you win. By securing a grip on the “kisbet” (the special type of pants the wrestlers wear) and then pinning the opponent is how victory is achieved. The loser will then kiss the victor’s hand as a sign of respect and admiration.
that sport was so made up as an explanation for two guys getting caught going at it
(Source: olliren)
