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castiel-counts-deans-freckles:

carryonmy-assbutt:

found-liquorstore-and-drank-itt:

theycallmethemoose:

voldemortcanyounot:

thisisrubyok:

heavendean:

#bUT IMAGINE TWO HOTTIES TURN UP TO YOUR DOORSTEP #i’D BE LiKE ‘IS IT MA BIRTHDAY?’ 

#THEN YOU’D REMEMBER THAT THESE TWO BEING THERE PROBABLY MENAS SOMETHING INCREDIBLY DEADLY IS IN YOUR GENERAL AREA AND MOST LIKELY GOING TO KILL YOU NEXT

#WORTH IT

OH COME ON IF SAM WINCHESTER TURNS UP AT YOUR DOOR YOU GONNA DIE ANYWAY

YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH

BUT OPEN YOUR WHORE LEGS

PRAY FOR DEAN TO HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU.

#dean winchester  #sam winchester 



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fiyero-rocher:

theatre = art form

theater = location

if it has musical numbers = musical

if it does not = play

when in doubt, just call it a show

#words 



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godzillabreath:

a ton of dragons. too many dragons.

#godzillabreath  #dragons  #drawings 



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"Keep your fears to yourself, but share your courage with others."

#robert louis stevenson  #quote  #life  #courage 



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englishsnow:

#flowers 



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#stars 



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cccrystalclear:

And all i’ve done for want of wit

To memory now I can’t recall

So fill to me the parting glass

Good night and joy be with you all

I haven’t drawn sad stuff in a while, time to change that

#cccrystalclear  #fanart  #thorin oakenshield  #botfa 



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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)

image

#dean winchester 



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Had the aim of men been true that day, much would have been different.

#thorin oakenshield 



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targarxen:

Favorite Collections: Elie Saab A/W 2012-13

#fashion  #dresses  #gold 



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