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mycatlovesgreendayandilovemycat:

i fell in love with the girl at the rock show

she said “what”

and i said “whAT”

and she said “i can’t hEAR YOU THE MUSIC’S TOO LOUD”

and i said “WHAT”


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                     Rule number four:
You have a problem with Luffy? He is mad at you?
Meat! Meat is the solution!

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AceLu/D Brothers Week / Day 4 / Caught/Illegal


i’m being yelled at rn and i try to be calm


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make me choose: @spencerfan Meg2.0 or Meg1.0


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frankierospanties:

Danger Days | Young Blood Chronicles Crossover
The Killjoys are in for a rescue mission
Part 1/? 
Part 2

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browningtons:

*about to have sex*

wait

*turns anime figures away*


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Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. 
You're the one thing I did right.


"riled"
"riled"

imnotleavinherewithoutyou;
You've been tagged in the Flash Fiction Challenge! When you receive this, you must write a five minute flash fic, no rereading, no editing! Any topic works, but you have five minutes, starting now! Then tag your ten favorite authors on tumblr. :D

garrisonbabe:

Castiel didn’t even flinch as the tip of the needle pierced his finger. So many witches were flashy with their blood magic. Blades across the forearm, or palm if they were truly stupid. He knew better, his mother had made sure of that. There were spells in his grandfather’s grimoire that he could still see the effects of, and he knew for a fact that his grandfather Chuck never used more than a few drops of blood for any one spell.

Spell, like prayer in other religions, was a thing of subtlety and respect. He supposed different people worshiped differently, but he’d never needed the showmanship he saw from others.

He breathed a soft sigh as his blood splashed across the soft pink petals of the poplar buds. The air around him felt cold without his mother. Sunlight seemed dimmer when it wasn’t lighting up her fiery red hair. Tears stung his eyes as he thought about her, how she’d been at such peace when she passed, her lips on his forehead as she told him to live on. Any child experienced this, he supposed.

Like prayer, spells could be used for anything. To ask for luck and love, or even something as simple as to make the passing of a loved one go by more smoothly.

A few drops of whiskey across the petals was the last thing he needed before lighting a match and dropping it into the bowl, one of his mother’s. The flowers and alcohol burned brightly. Castiel stared into the flames, thinking of the one being he knew would answer his call, even so many years later.

The flames went out suddenly, the whole room filling with shadow as the air chilled on his skin. A smile crossed his face as the feeling of heavy hands pressed down upon his shoulders.

"Dean."

He could see the outline of horns, and he could hear the thunder inside the spirit he summoned. The bastard that killed his mother wasn’t going to get away with it.


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You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die or you can keep fighting.
You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die 
or you can keep fighting.


imnotleavinherewithoutyou;
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tigerboydean:

The door slammed shut behind him and Castiel flinched. 

Of all the places he expected to be in his life, this wasn’t one of them. Prison had never factored into his plans.

It wasn’t a long sentence, only a few months, but he didn’t want to be there at all. If there had been a different judge sitting that day, he might not be. He might have got away with a fine or a slap on the wrist, but Adler was a conservative bastard who set out to make an example of trouble makers like Castiel. 

So now Castiel was here, standing in his cell, facing his future of sleeping in bunk beds and having an enforce lights out. 

A shape stirred on the top bunk, one Castiel hadn’t noticed before and he stepped back involuntarily. A man sat up, stretching and yawning. 

"Fuck," he murmured, rubbing at his eyes. "Can’t get any sleep in here. You’re the new guy right? Novak?" 

"Castiel," said Castiel. 

"I’m Dean but everyone calls me Winchester. What you in for?" 

"I..uh..I chained myself to a building. I was protesting the use of harmful pesticides that kill bees," Castiel said, looking down at his feet. 

"So you’re here because of bees?" Dean asked incredulously. "They are gonna eat you alive." 


imnotleavinherewithoutyou;
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no-gorms:

Dude I just got up from a nap I am groggy and not ready for this but ok

Oh and I forgot to check my clock so it’s over 5 minutes but pfft

There’s typos and etc. but eh there 

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The sun is up by the time they arrive at their destination. Dean checks his watch, and is surprised to find that the journey was only a little over two hours, though no doubt it felt longer because the IT kids at the back of the bus – Charlie and Ash and Sam whats-his-name – started singing once they hit the highway. Thank god for Dean’s phone can be counted on to always be full of Shanti Orchestra, is all.

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straightfordean:

i am loyal, jet, you know that.