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Lies. Wendy is...
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Step 1: take a British actor
Step 2: dye his hair black
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if classical instruments being used in rock music isn’t the tightest shit ever then tell me what is
BEING IN A LOT OF FANDOMS IS REALLY CONFUSING BECAUSE IF YOU SAY ‘aww, john’ YOU COULD BE TALKING ABOUT JOHN WATSON OR JOHN WINCHESTER MAYBE EVEN JOHN EGBERT AND DONT FORGET JOHN BARROWMAN
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Don’t forget John snowthe struggle is real guys
there are way too many johns
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Lies. Wendy is way prettier than that when she grows up. Trust me.
OH MY GOD THAT ^ Do you realise who that is? He’s the Peter Pan from Disneyland who married Wendy. that’s just really sweet omg.
Wait.
ahHH that’s the best addition to a post I’ve seen :D
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One Must Always Reblog When Fandoms Save Each Other
OH MY GOD
omg it got
worsebetterdammit Ronald.
oh my goodness.
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Step 1: take a British actor
Step 2: dye his hair black
Step 3: make villain
Step 4: put villain in box
And when it arrives AHAHAHA! I’LL SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER!
…Sorry, got carried away.
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if classical instruments being used in rock music isn’t the tightest shit ever then tell me what is
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Fact 1: Reading can make you a better conversationalist.
Fact 2: Neighbours will never complain that your book is too loud.
Fact 3: Knowledge by osmosis has not yet been perfected. You’d better read.
Fact 4: Books have stopped bullets - reading might save your life.
Fact 5: Dinosaurs didn’t read. Look what happened to them.
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Being wrong has never felt so right. — If Disney Villains Were Gorgeous
Hades please
NO. I AM NOT ATTRACTED TO YOU. NO.
on:
Are there people who don’t reblog this?
I can only assume that the ones who haven’t aren’t reading the right books.
FUCKING BOOKS.
If it doesn’t make you mad, it’s not good enough.
I will never trust pink again
The main reason why I hate pink
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why didn’t we use this photo for the freakin mishapocolypse
next year, son
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do u ever wonder like
where did we all come from
how did we all find tumblr
how did i get here
where did we come from where did we go??
where did we come from cotton eyed joe
human impala, anyone
oh
my
God
HEADCANON FUCKING ACCEPTED
Yes to human!Impala. And yes to this dude playing the part. Oh, Dean.
Oh lord. We missed it the first time this went around. And we would just like to say aksdhofiasknd YESYESYES
ALL the yes! Please someone write it. Dean/Impala
YES.
Dean walked outside, loosening his tie as he and Sam went out to their car, on their way to the cemetery to burn the bones— it was a simple enough case. “Sam. Sam, where the hell.. where the hell is my car?!” Dean looked around anxiously, eyes falling on a younger man sitting on the curb where his car used to be.
He stormed over to the young man and pulled him up by his shirt, glaring with intense eyes. “Where the hell is my car?!” Dean growled.
“It’s kinda sweet to see how much you actually care in person,” the other man replied coolly, voice like a low, deep purr.
Dean was taken aback for a moment, trying to process what he’d just said. He released his shirt and stared. “Excuse me? Who are you?” he asked, shooting a look over to Sam. His brother only shrugged, looking equally as confused.
The man adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair. “I… hm.” There was a pause before he shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve always just called me baby.”
Baby. Who the hell did he.. “Oh no fucking way,” Dean breathed out after finally putting the pieces together. “No way in hell.” He took a step back, rubbing his eyes to make sure that this wasn’t just a goddamn dream.
Sam was gaping slightly and caught the guy’s eye. “You’re… the Impala,” he said, not so much a question as it was a statement. “How does that happen?”
“Someone named Gabriel. One second I was a car, the next..” He gestured to his body, and stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “He said that you guys would have fun with this. Me. Or something like that.” A grin, almost a smirk, played at his lips as he eyes the two brothers.
Dean was speechless, and that never happened. After one more moment of looking at the man, he turned to face Sam. “Alright. Okay, just… go take care of the bones. I’ll stay here and babysit..” What the hell would he call him? “So do you have a name?”
The younger man shrugged. “You’ve only ever called me ‘baby’.” He was humming a song, like he couldn’t quite get it out of his head. This whole “being a human” thing wasn’t too bad at all. And seeing Sam and Dean for the first time… it was nothing short of amazing.
“Dude, are you humming Led Zeppelin?” he asked, unable to keep back a grin. The guy nodded, watching Sam walk off and tilting his head to the side slightly. God, that Winchester kid has a nice—
“Hey. Eyes up here,” Dean interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of the younger man. “Listen, until we figure this all out, you’re staying here with us. So come on baby, looks like we’re walking to the motel room.”
The other man nodded and followed behind Dean as they walked down the sidewalk. “Sounds good to me,” he responded, grinning devilishly, now humming a Metallica song.
Dean was so glad that no one else could see him blush.
‘SCUSE ME WHILE I SEXPLODE
gskfdlasfgkasfljgljksjfsh *drools, stops breathing and finally explodes into a pile of goo*
SEXPALA
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OMGF THIS IS PERFECT
my mind cant even comprehend this level of perfect
I THOUGHT THIS WAS A REGULAR ‘THE GREAT GATSBY’ GIF OF HIM HOLDING THE DRINK UNTIL I SAW THE OSCAR. I CAN’T TAKE THIS WEBSITE ANYMORE.
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it has a share on tumblr option are you kidding me rn
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