can i cosplay all of these? kthnx
can i cosplay all of these? kthnx
feminist marina is the best marina
This is why you guys need Hermione.
i can’t give you the heart you think you gave me
I love pirates because they have no concept on albeism. oh you have no leg? here have a peg leg. no hand?? well guess we gotta put a hook on that, give those sons of bitches a surprise. Blind in one eye, put an eyepatch on no one fucking cares, youre deaf??? go man the canons you glorious bastard.They dont care if youre disabled bcus as long as you can fuck shit up they literally dont fucking care.
no no but
they meet at a bar the summer after he graduates, Dean dragging him in with fake IDs. She comments about how he’s cute and was always so studious in his class. She knows he’s not old enough to be there so she rescues him from Dean and offers to drive him home and fucks him in the front seat of her car.
And that’s how Cas loses his virginity.
To his Latin teacher.
Being internet smart is like the 21st century version of being street smart.
Okay Dad, these are the websites you use to watch your show.
Sockshare, Putlocker, gorillavid, nosvideo and novamov are your friends, stick to them and you know you’re okay.
DO NOT click on anything that wants you to download updates or DivX.
DO NOT click on adverts on the side.
And be very cautious of fake play buttons.
You are ready. Go forth and watch Dexter.
Come What May - Megstiel AU
"There’s something tragic about love. Something we can’t describe, usually until it is too late."
Ruined by writer’s block, Castiel is looking for inspiration. When he meets a prostitute, Meg, he knows he’s found his muse.
Oh, so women can’t dress how they want because men can’t control their sexual urges? When dogs can’t control their sexual urges, we cut off their balls.
I think I’m onto something here.
sorry i left early, angel
it’s how the cards were dealt
try not to miss me too bad, Clarence
and watch out for yourself
and fuck the ones who doubt you, angel
hell and heaven both
but baby, don’t die lonely
make ‘em miss you when you go
go down fighting when you go down
don’t let ‘em drag it out
go out on a high note, angel
make me fuckin’ proud
this life is just a slow death, Clarence
but we earned a death or two
you by being bad but bravely
me by loving you
Yeah, I might hate love
and angels, baby
but I don’t hate loving you
just asking for a show of hands of who doesn’t ship Dean and Castiel?
Happy Megstiel Week!!
& way early birfday:D
Words completely and utterly fail me at how amazing this is.
Oh yeah there’s fic for it, too.
maidenpool: yeeeah this probably needs a readmore
Sam saves her from Crowley, hurling holy water over both of them as he rushes out of the crypt. Crowley lets out an angry screech and turns around to grab the boys, but Meg, still weak from the torture and Crowley’s beating, falls to the ground and screams.
Sam picks her up and bundles her into the backseat of the Impala, her flesh still smoking. She whimpers unashamedly from the pain as they speed off, and she can hear Dean shouting at Sam for what he’s done.
“Cas told us to protect her!” Sam argues. Dean’s still steaming when they pull into a motel room and Sam gently lays her on the bed. Meg shrugs off his huge hands and stands up, swaying, to make a run for the door.
“Don’t think so,” Dean spits, pushing her back on the bed. “Sam’s got it in his head that we have to protect you.”
She still tries to rise from the bed. She doesn’t want the Winchesters to ‘take care’ of her in any way, doesn’t want to be even further in debt to Team Free Fuckup than she already is, especially with Sam saving her life already. Sam puts his hands on her shoulders and sits her back down gentler than Dean did. He stares at her, and Meg slumps her shoulders, too tired to fight him.
They dump her at a safehouse, paint the outside of it with devil’s traps, and speed off to continue their mission to close the gates of Hell. She only hopes that they’ll kill Crowley before they do it, so she doesn’t have to spend eternity being tortured by the smarmy dick in the Pit.
Sam calls almost every day to ask if there’s any demonic activity in the area. She always answers with “How the fuck would I know?” before she hangs up the phone.
Three weeks later, they open the door and drag Kevin through. The Littlest Prophet looks half-starved and homeless, twitching far too much for Meg’s taste. They tell her to watch him and that they’ll send someone by with some food before speeding off again. Sam shrugs and mouths ‘I’m sorry’ at her before they slam the door.
The first thing she does is make Kevin shower and eat something. She wraps him in a fluffy pink bathrobe she’d found in an upstairs closet and refuses to let him leave the table until he eats something so he’ll stop shaking and twitching.
The words trauma and low blood-sugar flit through her mind while he eats, so she makes a glass of ice tea and sets it in front of him.
Being trapped in a safehouse is, unsurprisingly really boring.