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This is the official ‘i care’ symbol. This is how it works:
Basically you reblog this, and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at their message.

This is the official ‘i care’ symbol. This is how it works:

Basically you reblog this, and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at their message.

(Source: rehire, via midget-banana)

This Is Gospel (Empty Cathedral)
Panic! At the Disco / Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

gettin-jiggy-with-squidgy:

This Is Gospel (Empty Cathedral)- Headphones recommended for full effect.

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kuzco2000:

what the hell’s a laker

kuzco2000:

what the hell’s a laker

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nosdrinker:

this is the teacher from the incredibles

nosdrinker:

this is the teacher from the incredibles

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hatteress:

agentotter:


#this is totally were!stiles being interrogated by the winchesters #and he is giving no answers and no fucks  (via crusingthroughreality)

HEADCANON ACCEPTED.
I really would love to see that crossover, repeatedly, in every possible position. Even if it would end in tears because let’s be real, everything the Winchesters touch ends in tears. Poor little shits.

"Look kid," Sam says. It’s the third time he’s tried the good cop routine and Dean can hear it wearing thin. "We know you had nothing to do with the murders. But we also know you’re not the only werewolf in town."
The kid tips his head and sucks on his lips, the total absence of fucks glaringly obvious. Dean is both frustrated as hell and grudgingly impressed because, hell, they’ve dealt with demons less sassy than this.
Sam sighs, and Dean has to cough into his hand to keep from laughing because that particular brand of exasperation is usually reserved for him. “Just be straight with us.”
For some reason, that’s hilarious. It takes a second before Dean remembers the dude they’d seen the kid with before they’d picked him up. Big, serial killer looking guy, sporting leather and a possessive hand on kid-snark’s back. Oh man.
Dean snorts and gives Sam patented ‘what? it’s funny' shoulders when it earns him a glare.
"Trust me, dude," the kid says. "I’m being as straight with you as…well, I was gonna say humanly possible but…”
A flash of canines has Sam rolling his eyes and sue him, Dean sorta wants to high-five the kid. You know you’ve been hunting for too long when you start rooting for your mark.
"You’re driving a stolen car," Sam says. "You’re carrying a fake ID. Every word out of your mouth so far has been bullshit-”
"Says the hunter posing as an FBI agent," the kid says, tapping a nonchalant beat on his water bottle.
Sam pulls out bitch-face number eleven. “Is anything about you real?”
The kid grins and bobs his head. “My boobs.”
Dean laughs so hard he almost pulls something.

hatteress:

agentotter:

#this is totally were!stiles being interrogated by the winchesters #and he is giving no answers and no fucks  (via crusingthroughreality)

HEADCANON ACCEPTED.

I really would love to see that crossover, repeatedly, in every possible position. Even if it would end in tears because let’s be real, everything the Winchesters touch ends in tears. Poor little shits.

"Look kid," Sam says. It’s the third time he’s tried the good cop routine and Dean can hear it wearing thin. "We know you had nothing to do with the murders. But we also know you’re not the only werewolf in town."

The kid tips his head and sucks on his lips, the total absence of fucks glaringly obvious. Dean is both frustrated as hell and grudgingly impressed because, hell, they’ve dealt with demons less sassy than this.

Sam sighs, and Dean has to cough into his hand to keep from laughing because that particular brand of exasperation is usually reserved for him. “Just be straight with us.”

For some reason, that’s hilarious. It takes a second before Dean remembers the dude they’d seen the kid with before they’d picked him up. Big, serial killer looking guy, sporting leather and a possessive hand on kid-snark’s back. Oh man.

Dean snorts and gives Sam patented ‘what? it’s funny' shoulders when it earns him a glare.

"Trust me, dude," the kid says. "I’m being as straight with you as…well, I was gonna say humanly possible but…”

A flash of canines has Sam rolling his eyes and sue him, Dean sorta wants to high-five the kid. You know you’ve been hunting for too long when you start rooting for your mark.

"You’re driving a stolen car," Sam says. "You’re carrying a fake ID. Every word out of your mouth so far has been bullshit-

"Says the hunter posing as an FBI agent," the kid says, tapping a nonchalant beat on his water bottle.

Sam pulls out bitch-face number eleven. “Is anything about you real?”

The kid grins and bobs his head. “My boobs.”

Dean laughs so hard he almost pulls something.

(Source: bobbydraked, via tsuki-nekota)

SPN Season 1: Let's use Christo to find out if they're a demon

SPN Seasons 2-4: Let's exorcise all demons to save their vessels

SPN Seasons 5-9: Lol let's stab the guy and see if he glows when he dies

archangel-bonding:

Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too!

The fact we STILL reblog these posts every Tuesday five seasons later should be convincing enough to bring Gabriel back already

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