lucifersbutt:

supernatural is like that ride at the amusement park that’s supposed to be the best, scariest ride there and you see people who just got off of it throwing up near it but you still want to ride it because it can’t be that bad and you get on it and at first you’re lulled into a false sense of classic rock induced security as the car starts to move down the track but then all of a sudden there’s a ninety degree drop and everyone on the ride starts screaming then it goes upside down and when you think it can’t get much worse you hear ‘carry on my wayward son’ playing over the loudspeaker and the track starts to spiral and it goes into a huge drop that descends into the very pits of hell itself and you just want to get off but you can’t you just can’t and before you know what’s going on the car is stopped and you’re forced to  exit through the gift shop and as soon as you can taste the sweet freedom of outside air again you just collapse onto the ground and sob

oodly-enough:

thekrays:

galifianafuck:

the avengers is a movie about a group of attractive people with nice asses that need to work together to save the world from an attractive villain who has the magic stick

and we don’t know about the villian’s ass because he’s wearing a cape, but we can assume it is also nice

framesjanco:

does harry styles even need to masturbate

he literally can look outside his window at any time of the day, go pick one girl/guy to bring back into his flat, and she/he will blow him no questions asked

Me: You do not understand frustration until you ship CrissColfer.
Friend: ...
Me: ....
Friend: ...
Me: I'm fucking serious, bitch.

(Source: grohl-gasm)

justonemore-miracle:

i was making a benedict photoset but i was also listening to him talk and i just couldn’t do it anymore so this happened

(Source: benedictian)

(Source: colfercriss)

What happens if you fall in love with a writer?

karenfelloutofbedagain:

Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep right through the alarm and forget to get you up for work. Or call you home from work to kill a spider. Or refuse to speak to you after finding out you’ve never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. Or spend the last of the rent money on five kinds of soap. Or sell your textbooks for cash halfway through the semester. Or leave you love notes in your pockets. Or wash you pants with Post-It notes in the pockets so your laundry comes out covered in bits of wet paper. They might cry if the Post-It notes are unread all over your pants. It’s an unpredictable life.

But what happens if a writer falls in love with you?

This is a little more predictable. You will find your hemp necklace with the glass mushroom pendant around the neck of someone at a bus stop in a short story. Your favorite shoes will mysteriously disappear, and show up in a poem. The watch you always wear, the watch you own but never wear, the fact that you’ve never worn a watch: they suddenly belong to characters you’ve never known. And yet they’re you. They’re not you; they’re someone else entirely, but they toss their hair like you. They use the same colloquialisms as you. They scratch their nose when they lie like you. Sometimes they will be narrators; sometimes protagonists, sometimes villains. Sometimes they will be nobodies, an unimportant, static prop. This might amuse you at first. Or confuse you. You might be bewildered when books turn into mirrors. You might try to see yourself how your beloved writer sees you when you read a poem about someone who has your middle name or prose about someone who has never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. These poems and novels and short stories, they will scatter into the wind. You will wonder if you’re wandering through the pages of some story you’ve never even read. There’s no way to know. And no way to erase it. Even if you leave, a part of you will always be left behind. 

If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die. 

fuckyeahjalex:

alex and jack: a relationship of getting back at each other.

When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.

Lemony Snicket (via insulus)

(Source: spacialrebel)

John: We're not a couple!
Irene: Yes you are.
Fandom: THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN SAYING

if my son is gay

son: mom... i'm gay
me: what was that?
son: i'm... gay
me: HA! KNEW IT!
son: wh...what?
husband: what's going on?
me: OUR SON'S GAY!
husband: oh god.
son: wait, is that okay?
husband: no, i mean yes, it's definitely okay, just, er... your mother...
me: ARE YOU DATING ANYONE?
son: i—
me: YOU CAN DATE WHOMEVER YOU WANT
son: that's great mom bu—
me: I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
husband: your mother has this thing about ga—
me: I'M GOING TO BAKE YOU A CAKE
son: mom that really isn—
me: HAVE YOU EVER SEEN GLEE? HAVE I EVER SHOWN IT TO YOU?
husband: shit
me: WHAT ABOUT X-MEN?
son: dad, what's going o—
me: WE ARE GOING TO STAY UP LATE AND TALK ABOUT BOYS
husband: walk away slowly son i'll try to handle your moth—
me: YOU CAN HAVE AS MANY SLEEPOVERS AS YOU WANT WITH BOYS OR GIRLS AS LONG AS IF IT'S BOYS THEY'RE CUTE
son: i'm scared
husband: it's okay. i was worried that this was going to happen
me: I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG

when the fanfiction you’re reading is so overwhelmingly good that you just have to switch tabs for a moment to collect yourself

(Source: shakeylongbottom)

trohmen:

i try not to say omg after everything but omg