your bra strap is showing please hide it because it is suggestive. also your boobs are producing lumps in your shirt please hide them. your butt is in the same situation please get rid of it. also your legs. your arms. your face.
I can see your feet and it’s very distracting and slightly arousing.
HE NEEDS TO STAND ON CHURCH GROUNDS SOMEWHERE IN HEAVY RAIN AND JUST SCREAM AND SCREAM AS IT ALL MELTS OFF
Okay satan we get it you are an evil genius
"Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same; Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends…friends…friends…friends… Harry felt a great rush of affection for Luna" — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
This is one of the funniest posts on Tumblr, hands down.
Remus Lupin’s blue hair-having, rebellious, snogging in dark corners for longer than humanly possible punk child.
Sirius and James are losing their shit in the afterlife.
I love “Be Our Guest” because it’s basically a whole gigantic music number saying “Aw you’re sad? It’s okay. Food exists. Eat everything. Eat until the feelings go away.”
so for some reason hershey’s thinks that golden apples would be great to sell as valentine’s candy
so i got one and wrote this on top:
and left it on a table in the studio
less than five minutes later people were fighting about it
my plan has thus far been a success
I love you
you do realize this is how the trojan war started right
this is definitely how the college au of the iliad starts
#I WONDER WHAT SAM THINKS #LIKE HE WAS THERE WHEN DEAN ALWAYS HAD A DRINK IN HIS HAND #BUT NOW IT’S NOT ALCOHOL ANYMORE #IT’S COFFEE #AND IT’S NOT IN A DISPOSABLE CUP #IT’S IN A REAL CUP #MAYBE THAT’S WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE A HOME #TO BELONG SOMEPLACE #-I HAVE TO ADMIT I DON’T REMEMBER IF THEY’RE IN THE BATCAVE IN THE SECOND GIF BUT STILL SEE HOW FAR THEY’VE COME
jesus christ those tags
I hadn’t even realised. that’s why we keep seeing Dean drinking coffee. they’re showing us he’s getting over his drinking problem.
oh my god he’s getting better. he’s healing.
he has a home and he’s healing.
also just realised why we keep seeing him in the robe
look he doesn’t sleep fully dressed any more!
after hell and especially since purgatory Dean would sleep in his shirts and jeans and jacket, either for security or for convenience, but now he feels safe enough and settled enough not to
oh god I just can’t
The realization Dean doesn’t sleep fully clothed anymore. That is so huge. Like seriously. He hates himself less, he drinks coffee, sleeps in a t-shirt and boxers, likes nice suits, is proud of being a legacy because he’s a genius, not a grunt, can cook and trusts Cas with Sam. Gah. Character development. -cries-
#can we talk about the look on Sam’s face #the internal litany he must have offered up to Cas each night #Cas, man, can he didn’t touch the brandy at all today #Cas, he cooked again tonight #Cas, when you get back here you are gonna have to have one of his burgers #Cas, it’s been days since he had a drink #I even checked his room while he was out on an errand #he doesn’t have any stashed there #Cas, you have to see this #please Cas #please Cas I want you to see how he’s grown
and now he’s a demon
fuck you ^
I HATE EVERYTHING.
Where the hell did the nasa tumblr come from
Like, they’re commenting on every post i’v seen tonight and i’ve never seen them before..
We came from space motherfucker
A lot of people complain about the night, and how lonely they feel inside their bed. But that’s not how it works for me. I notice I’m lonely at 9 am. When the sun wakes me up and everything is silent around me. I notice I’m lonely at 1 pm. When I walk down the street knowing I have no one to go visit. I notice I’m lonely at 3 pm. When I draw on my yellow paper knowing there’s no one to say “This drawing is from me to you. I think about you a lot. ” I notice I’m lonely at 6 pm. When I look in the mirror and my body is untouched. There’s no sign of someone else living, touching, breathing my body. It makes me sad thinking how much love I’m willing to give and it’s all going wasted because after all, maybe some people aren’t meant to be with someone.
finally someone puts this into words