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[yeahloads]

Harry Styles by Harley Weir

[yellowhearther0]

Due to personal reasons, I will be passing away now /lh /j

[bots-and-things]

the royal family, featuring gijinka designs by @sad-1st, @doodledrawsthings, and @valdotpng (in order).

[sanjithesimp]

imagine cuddling with nanami after having the roughest and steamiest sex you've ever experienced in your life. you slowly doze off as you're wrapped around nanami's arms, and he softly caresses your hair.

[thebookishwallflower]

I had to see for myself what it was they were arguing about and holy fuck y’all what is this

This is a two minute clip, the beginning, but y’all, bluster? the fucking throat holes? the copter? the animation? damn

[treesapcollector]

»Benny Gecko has a nightmare about a courier he buried in a shallow grave in Goodsprings«

[soadoya]

silly season I love you*

*terms and conditions apply aka when my driver is not involved

[mentosmorii]

god the inherent tension in all the books between artemis being a genius vs colfer going on weird tangents that imply his child-prodigy main character still believes in like, the geocentric model of the universe

[angelsberrymilk]

AU where Sam and Dean find out they have an 11 month old half brother a year after John Winchester's death. And worst of all, his mum is just about 20.

I need the angst, the anger and the fucked up situation of it all.

When they first meet the girl, she's a waitress at a shitty dinner in a random town, serving Dean his greasy burger and Sam his salad. She looks so terribly young and exhausted despite the polite customer service smile and laughs she lets out.

She's pretty and Dean throws one of his charming grins her way and flirts with her, watching her trying to keep it professional and scribble aggressively their orders in her little notepad. Sam kicks him under the table, feeling bad for the girl. And then she leaves, but without Dean's eyes following her until she disappears to the back.

Then her manager gets brutally mauled in the diner by the monster of the week after closing hours and Dean and Sam investigate the scene. They spend a night after the other following each of her co-workers back to their homes, watching over them and for the beast to strike. Nothing happened, not a single peep from the monster. And so the next night was her turn to be stalked by the brothers in the dead of night, parked not far away from the filthy and run-down apparently she calls home.

They wait, and wait, taking turns walking around the building in case anything pops up. Until a screams makes them run up the stairs with weapons in hand, breaking the door without a second thought. Bullets fly and sobs gets louder and louder from the poor waitress, curled on the floor against the wall. When the thing's dead and it's all over, Dean tries to get her to stop crying, until he realises it wasn't her sobbing but a little baby boy clutched to her chest and he gets hit with hauntingly familiar eyes and dark hair.

Sam helps the girl up when Dean is all but frozen, still dripping with sweat and hair stuck in every direction and smelling of the impala and shitty coffee.

The girl shushes her babyboy, trying to stop her body from trembling and trying to rip her eyes away from the disgusting sight in the middle of her flat, blood soaking most of the wooden floorboard at their feet.

It takes them a while to all calm down, sitting in the other side of the flat, on her bed with her babyboy still in her arms. Her eyes look foogy, they have that far away look in them, her hair sticking in all directions and her thin t-shirt falling of one shoulder, blood drops drying on her barefeet from the chaos.

"Who are you? You're not FBI.." She whispers, looking up at Sam and Dean with a sad and scared face, a face that only begs to be hugged and protected from all dangers of the world.

"We're hunters, we help get rid of-- monsters." Sam explains, trying and failing to give her a reassuring smile, unable to look at her in the eyes for too long.

"How old are you?" Dean suddenly asks and she feels scared, his tone empty of any comfort.

Sam doesn't say anything but looks at Dean, frustration, anger and fear swimming behind his tired eyes.

"Why?" She asks, eyes flitting between the two in fear.

"Answer the question." Dean repeats.

"Dean," Sam says, unsure what he's even trying to do. He wants to know too, this couldn't be a coincidence at all, the little boy looks a lot like their father and them for that matter.

"I'm," She clears her throat, "I'm 20."

"Fuck," Dean says and all but collapses on her bed, sitting with his elbows on his knees, Gun still in hand while his hands covered his face.

"What?" She says, eyes wide. "What does that have to do with anything?" She quickly asks, defensive and scared at the same time, looking at Sam, eyes begging for answers.

"Who's his dad?.." Sam asks and gulps, watching her while Dean has a breakdown next to her on the bed.

"Uhm... It was a one night stand and I didn't bother looking for his dad-- But I don't understand-"

"Just answer the question." Sam cuts her off, making her flinch. He grimaces at her reaction and adds a, "Please..." Just for good measure.

She looks down at her babyboy sleeping against her chest, and back up at Sam, "He said his name was John."

And Sam throws up right then and there.

[backseatloversz]

ok blah blah separate actors from their characters but dylan kussman supports the gays so ive made the executive decision that that means richard cameron does too

[daily-ethoslab]

Rip etho [243]

[percontesscissors]

Liebgott: I will put my “A” down to make “A”

Luz: I will add to your “A” to make “AT”

Toye: I will add onto your “AT” to make “RAT”

Webster: I will add onto your “RAT” to make “BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC”

Liebgott: *flips the board*

[btsjimln]

boyfriend!jimin

[bubblecarr]

what do you think god does

How often do you think god listens in Like a person in the kitchen cradling a landline phone to their ear Devouring the tear soaked fear in the bedroom Watching someone be torn apart at the seams By the love they misplaced  Do you think god watches from a one way mirror Jotting down notes Analyzing micro expressions Waiting for the right moment to Twist the knife He manufactured in our back Do you wonder if god even cares Or if he cares the right way Reveling in spilt blood He could’ve prevented Using it like moisturizer, Washing away his eye bags he got From spying on us I think god sits up top Surrounded by souls Nodding his head along to their Wails Dancing, to their screams Tapping his fingers against the clouds And sending down lighting bolts To those who dare to pray

[starboyaleks]

Millenials Be Like

[dummyartist]

Ian and I's first interaction really solidified my interest in the game ngl