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@devilsbabydoll 'm going to buy you everything I can find that says "satan is my sugar daddy"

the way i want to attack when i’m looking at goth shops and they have clothing along the lines of “witchy vibes ✌️” or “thick thighs and spooky vibes” or “satan is my sugar daddy 💅” and especially “normal people scare me” - please leave that to forever 21. it’s the edgy version of live laugh love. 

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Just thought I'd announce that I'm back.

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how did you learn to write well?

well first you have to be a very sad child

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~Supernatural Sunday~

This Week’s #SupernaturalSunday is Amanda-Teaches

—>Their masterlist can be found HERE <—

Go check @amanda-teaches out and read their amazing work! 

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an mcu where steve rogers “retired” from captain america just to become nomad full time has so much comedic potential

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Never stop fighting. Marvel Studios’ The Falcon and the Winter Soldier starts streaming on March 19 on Disney Plus. (per @falconandwintersoldier on Twitter)

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I think the world is gonna end bloody. But it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fight.

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Need more Loki in my life

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~Marvel Monday~

This Week’s #MarvelMonday is PietroTheAvenger

—>Their masterlist can be found HERE <—

Check them out, they are a fantastic writer & have some amazing fics!! Show ​ @pietrotheavenger​ some love my friends ^_^

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I don’t know what it is….But it was fun to draw x)

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SPN Parallels: Sam and Dean + tossing things at each other

BONUS:

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these puppies believe in you, and you should too

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The One At The Bar

AU: Supernatural Title: The One At The Bar Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Ross Geller, Monica Geller, Rachel Green, Phoebe Buffay, Joey Tribbiani, Chandler Bing Word Count: 765 Pairing: Hinting at DeanxReader Warnings: None A/N: This is for @smol-and-grumpy​ Nat’s SuperFriends Title Challenge. My prompt was The One At The Bar. I haven’t watched friends for a while so bear with me if I didn’t portray the characters perfectly :-/  Feel free to send in some constructive criticism and/or feedback! 

(Divider graphic by the lovely @talesmaniac89​ )

The flurry of icy-cold snowflakes bit against your skin, a gust of wind making it that much worse. You wrapped your coat about you a bit tighter, ducking your face down into your scarf the best that you could, and hurried forward. The lights of the café were just ahead and as if on their own accord, your legs began to move faster in anticipation. A gust of warmth overwhelmed you as you opened the door and darted in, grateful to escape the frosty outside air.

“(Y/N)!” Rachel called from your friends’ usual spot on the soft velvety couch. You grinned and began to shake off as much of the cold wet that had gathered in your hair and on your shoulders. Even without her calling for you, you could easily hear the laughter of your group of friends, practically your family, from the entrance.

Sliding your phone out of your pocket to turn the ringtone volume down, you made your way forward and into the café. Suddenly you collided with a solid form, causing you to drop your phone and lose your balance. Strong hands gripped your upper arms to prevent you from falling as you glanced up to meet the stunning emerald-green eyes of a man you’d never seen before. His light-brown hair was in a messy spike you weren’t sure was from the snowy weather, or if that was just his style. His strong jawline was accentuated by his five o’clock shadow and contrasted sharply with the soft set of his lips. God, his lips.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you uttered, overwhelmed by his beauty.

“Are you ok?” He spoke at the same time, leaning over and gazing at you through his dark lashes.

You shyly tugged at your bottom lip, glancing down and away before realizing it. You gave yourself a mental shake and met his gaze once more, heat instantly rising to your cheeks.

“Yeah, uh, I’m fine. I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you sounded slightly more confident than you would have expected. That was good.

The man stooped to pick up your phone and you instantly mourned the loss of his hands on your arms. What the hell, (Y/N)? Get it together.

“I think this is yours….?”

“(Y/N), my name is (Y/N),” you gave a small smile while taking the phone from his hands. Your cold fingers brushed against the warmth of his skin and the feeling of electricity shot through you.

“Dean,” his pink lips lifted into a half-smile in response.

“Thanks, Dean,” you held the phone up, referencing what you were thanking him for. That, and you know, existing. God, those eyes… You gave yourself another mental shake.

“(Y/N)!” your friend Phoebe’s voice startled you, bringing you back to the present. You hadn’t noticed but for a moment there, there was only you and Dean in the bustling café.

“Uh, sorry, my friends,” you gestured toward the sitting area your friends occupied.

“Right, well, it was nice to meet you, (Y/N),” his deep voice had you hanging onto every word.

You could only smile as the two of you parted ways. Your face was flushed and you were grinning like a schoolgirl from the interaction as you continued toward your friends. Maybe you could blame the icy wind for your pink cheeks.

“Wow,” Chandler spoke up as you took a seat next to Rachel, “Could you be any more in love?”

Rachel laughed while Monica grinned behind her cup of coffee.

“In love? With who?” Ross asked, having missed the entire interaction between you and mystery-Dean.

Phoebe nonchalantly gestured toward the gorgeous and his companion, “That guy, obviously,” she rolled her eyes.

“What guy?” Joey was curious now, too.

“The one at the bar,” Monica chimed in, sitting her coffee down on the table in front of her.

“Did you get his number?” Rachel ­­­­­­­­­­­­­animatedly asked before adding, “Ugh, he’s so pretty I could cry.”

“Guys, stop,” you finally spoke up, biting your bottom lip once more. You had done your best to avoid looking toward Dean while your friends teased you, but you found your gaze drifting his way despite your best efforts. Your (Y/E/C) eyes met the jeweled tone of his green irises from across the room and you realized he had been staring as much as you had wanted to stare.

“I didn’t get his number…. but maybe I will,” you grinned, standing once more and leaving your friends behind. If anything could warm you up on a cold wintery New York night, you were willing to bet it was Dean.

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For Your Viewing Pleasure

Chris “Thirst-trap” Hemsworth, Dancing: 

*not my gifs, credit to the creators

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Have some dancing Tom Holland: