REBLOG ALL THE THINGS!!
vanyaliful:

For owlyspock's birthday, because she loves Destiel very much
Happy birthday once again dear :)

vanyaliful:

For owlyspock's birthday, because she loves Destiel very much

Happy birthday once again dear :)

allabitofablur:

0-memento-mori-0:

glassbottledemon:

smartinis:

i remember until i was ten, i spelt ‘satin’ like ‘satan’ and i went to a christian school and they called my parents because i wrote ‘satan is soft like a bunny’ and they wanted the priest to talk to me

Satan is glad you appreciate the effort.

Satan uses Garnier Fructis to lock in moisture.

I JUST LOST MY SHIT

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thehiddlestonianobasan:

phandoms-united:

art-sex-drugs:

I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong. 

When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens. 

I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit. 

Signal boost the fuck out of this

I wouldn’t just call this injustice. Where can an abuse victim find justice and salvation if the cops are on the fucking side of the abuser? And some people even have the nerve to ask why abuse victims keep silent. This just utterly disgusts me. 

Don’t touch the dial now, w̛̭͎̪̗̼̺̲͘e͏̴̰̬͙̳͡ͅ’̞̬͍̙͈̲̘̱r̙e̝͇͘ ̟͜͠j̸͜҉̦̜u͓̣͞͝s̞͚͕͟͜͢t̳̗̭̣̟͚̩͢ ̵̝̙͈͝g̬͍͢e͔̤̘̩̝͠t̢͙͙͠t̤͓͓į̸̘̬̼n̶͚̣̘̻̪̯͓͞ͅg̣̙̬̱͜ ̥͎̺̳̮͈͔͓s̯̳͕̬̰͟͟ͅt̢̖̥a̢̮̜͈͕̮̯̰ͅr̶͏͈̲̭̞ț̠̹̬̬͔͢e̖̦̹̹ḑ̶͏̤̠.̸҉̟͙̫

journal-of-a-man-of-letters:

Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #74


The five-hour drive home was the kind of final journey nobody would wish on their loved ones. Dean’s corpse fell against me a couple of times, the jostling movement forcing the last bit of blood from his nose and mouth onto his jacket. The stench of dry blood and sweat made me crack a window. And the blanket insisted on falling at every bump, leaving me in constant fear that someone would notice “the dead guy on the front seat” at every traffic stop.

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kitteningrayspaces:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

ohgodhesloose:

*boop* *bap*

"I TOUCH YOUR BUTT"
“WHAT NO”

This made me giggle far too much

kitteningrayspaces:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

ohgodhesloose:

*boop* *bap*

"I TOUCH YOUR BUTT"

WHAT NO

This made me giggle far too much

queen-of-fallen-angels:

grammargrill69:

looks like bengledick crinklesniff lost this round

I´m sorry. I think you mean Bukkake Comingbatch.

queen-of-fallen-angels:

grammargrill69:

looks like bengledick crinklesniff lost this round

I´m sorry. I think you mean Bukkake Comingbatch.

leafnew:

しずえさんがマリオカートに参戦!by STAR★MAN
Permission to upload was given by the artist.

leafnew:

しずえさんがマリオカートに参戦!by STAR★MAN

Permission to upload was given by the artist.

acheshirenamedalice:

cupcake-fallen-angel:

vidreebro:

ahsadler:

phils-mum-and-llama-placentas:

bangtidyniall:

I HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING

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RING TING TINGLING TOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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COME ON IT’S LOVELY WEATHER

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FOR A SLEIGH RIDE TOGETHER WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

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IT’S STARTED

IT’S AUGUST YOU MANIACS

someone’s getting coal this year

IT’S FUCKING SEPTEMBER WHO BROUGHT IT BACK

I know it’s not even thanksgiving yet but I need this on my dash omg

#I’m sorry

yelloweyedcrowley:

#SPN10 countdown challenge | day 19 - episode 19, season 5 | (my tag)

poyzn:

Animals that are patiently awesome.