I was told we were leaving at 4:45… It’s just been changed to 4:30… I now have 20 minutes to get ready. I friggin LOVE how considerate people are.
Screw today. Screw tomorrow. Screw this whole week.
- me: *stays home*
- parents: why are you so lazy? get off your ass and do something with your life
- me: *goes out*
- parents: omg you're out of control stop hanging out with those people and roaming the streets
- me: *eats*
- parents: you are ruining your body with that garbage
- me: *doesn't eat something*
- parents: we're getting really concerned are you on a diet is there something you're not telling us do you have an eating disorder?
- me: *exhales*
- parents: don't give me that attitude
A short horror story:
where did the spider go?
(via accio--loki)
#I’m just sort of convinced that RDJ falls in love with every attractive British male he works with #Jude Law is probably sending him angry texts every night #’Robert honey where are you?’ #’You’re with Tom aren’t you?’ #’I knew it!’ #’You cheating slut!’ #’Am I not good enough for you anymore?’ #’HUH?’
(Source: iamliketinkerbell, via harry-saxon)
"So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do" — Dead Poets Society (1989)
(Source: film-quotes, via wincestisthebest)
(Source: tom-fucking-hiddleston, via kamikazekatze)
The kiss of death.This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery. The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mort in Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.
(via medicatedmaniac)
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sparseparsley:#a challenge to the thingstielers #oh ho
CHALLENGE MUTHAFUCKIN’ ACCEPTED
no but see but all the cheerios are the souls in hell, because hell is other cheerios, and they’re crowding all on top of each other and they can’t get out and oh god it’s just cheerios, cheerios EVERYWHERE; bela’s somewhere in there, clawing her way up out from underneath the other demon-os, because god fucking dammit she WILL work her way out of this goddamn HELL, she did not deserve this, she did not deserve this at ALL; why is she the one who gets a ticket to hell—where is her spineless shit of a father—(except she doesn’t want to know; she doesn’t want to face him—so she keeps clawing her way up, eyes flashing black with all the effort, but she won’t give up, will NEVER give up)—
the pancakes are the garrison; anna is the little square of butter on top, except she’s looking a little confused because she’s still human at this point; why does she dream of an angry father? uriel’s the one underneath her and her grace is melting into it and he’s holding onto it, ready for her, ready to be in command—
the cup of maple syrup is dick roman; leviathan beats angel after all; the black goo of maple syrup leads to pancakes’ delicious demise
milkstiel’s being a martyr as usual; he will be poured into the cheerios of hell if that’s what it takes to save the winchesters
salt!sam and dean!egg are off in the corner, and oh god this heaven/hell/purgatory war is too much for them and—no but see it’s tragic because sam is the salt, and salt is what’s used to fight off demons, but ultimately sam is the one with the demon blood in him—and dean looks so solid, so ready to roll into whatever the fuck fight he’s up against—but his shell’s thin, hides all the soft vulnerabilities inside him, and he’s just struggling not to break and
jfc
what have I done
I’m the one who gripped you tight and plunged you to nutrition
#um yes #definitely #THE SPOONS ARE NOVAKS #jimmy and claire #the spoons #the right shape to hold milkstiel #and the demon-os too if they must #but fork!amelia is too pointy #too fierce #a demon-o catches on one of her tines but she turns upside down and lets that motherfucker fall back into the pit #I HAVE A SICKNESS AND ITS NAME IS THINGSTIEL #but at least I don’t suffer alone #shaking people munching things #the breakfast business #foodstiel
I’m the one who gripped you tight and plunged you to nutrition.
a-walking-blasphemy: #okay so that makes the bowl hell #and the plate heaven #and the placemat earth #and the syrup thing purgatory #can’t stop imagining milk+syrup and it’s grossing me out #ugh but the syrup consumes Cas #they’re still in there somewhere but how can you pull it apart? #THE TABLE IS GOD #THE FLOOR IS DEATH
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Reblog if you have any of these fandoms on your blog and I will follow you:
- BBC SHERLOCK
- DOCTOR WHO
- SUPERNATURAL
- THE AVENGERS
- THE HUNGER GAMES
- HARRY POTTER
- LORD OF THE RINGS
- THE HOBBIT
and, to a lesser extent,
- The Walking Dead
- WB Sherlock Holmes
- X-Men: First Class
I need more blogs to follow! If you follow back, I’d appreciate it greatly, but you need not if you don’t want to! c:
(via kamikazekatze)
Just finished my Iron Man bracelet… On to Captain America!
TFTA: Texts From the Avengers (pt. 5)
ON A SCALE FROM ONE TO AMERICA HOW FREE ARE YOU THIS WEEKEND
(Source: bartonesque, via holy-hiddles-batman)
