Bi hero Freddie Mercury on Darth Vader’s shoulders

The Things We Do For Love

Shout out to my bestiest of friends Ohmygoodnoes, I think this one, as with most, will be funnier at 3AM. <3 Sam knew something was wrong the minute he walked into the bunker “Y/N?” He called out, “Dean? Where are you guys?” Neither person answered, Sam felt the weight of panic inside of him. Something here wasnt right. “Y/N?” He called again, and again, no one answered. The bunker*s library was spotless. There wasnt even a half full beer bottle on the table. ‘They probably just went out for a drink.’ Sam tried to convince himself. 'They’ll be back soon.’ He turned to walk to his room, maybe he would shower get something to drink. Anything to soothe the knot in his stomach. A noise, something in between a giggle and a laugh, startled him out of his anxiety. “Hello?” Sam called, “Y/N  is that you?” There was no one in the room with him, but yet the noise continued. Institutionally, Sam’s hand wrapped around the handle of his gun, which was tucked into the waistband of his pants. He got all the way across the room before he noticed the small gap between the largest bookshelf and the wall. He approached cautiously, the giggling seemed to be getting more and more involuntary as he got closer. “Y/N?” Sam asked, the girl behind the shelf. She was pressed tightly in the small space. “Sam!” She whispered, or, Sam guessed that was what she was trying to do, in actuality it came out as more of a hiss. “Where’s Dean?” “I don’t know.” Sam said, “What are you doing?” “Shhhhh.” Y/N pressed her finger to Sam’s lips, “Dean is IT.” She put an unusual amount of stress on the word it. As if Sam was supposed to know what that meant. “Are you drunk?”  Sam asked, though he strongly suspected that he already knew the answer. Y/N paused, like the simple question had stumped her. “Probably.” She admitted, “Now shut up and hide.” “Y/N, What is going on are you in danger?” Y/N leaned out of her hiding spot just enough to press her lips to Sam’s, she tasted like booze, but in a good way. Like the warmth that booze left in Sam’s limbs. “Listen here Stammy,” She mumbled, gripping Sam’s arm for support. “This is not up for discussion. Now shut that beautiful mouth of yours and hide before you get us both caught.” Sam looked down at the girl, leaning so close to him. Suddenly, all the pieces fell into place. “You are playing Hide and Seek.” He smiled, and Y/N stared up at him. “Of course we are. Dean is IT.” Sam laughed and pressed his lips to hers. “Scoot over. I think Dean is coming.” He smiled, scooting close to her in that cramped hole. The things we do for love.

if im marrying u n we’re not from the same country u best teach me ur language aint having ur aunties calling me ugly with no translation

that golden moment when your “useless knowledge” comes up in conversation and you sound like the smartest person in the room but really you just spend too much time on wikipedia

How Richard felt about Gabriel starring in plenty of slash fanfiction.

Interviewer: Are you happy to be slashed?

Richard: Yes! I am, and you know why? Because, you go to certain cultures and you go into the deepest darkest woods, and if their way of saying hello is to throw poop on your forehead, you let them throw poop on your forehead. So if their way of saying we love this guy and we love this character and embrace this character is to make him part of slash fiction? Slash away, babe!

Me at my second Rodeo

Me: This ain't my first Rodeo

I HAVE A SHIRT THAT SAYS "this ain't my first rodeo" AND AS A JOKE I WORE IT TO MY FIRST RODEO.

This is a screenshot of the post that is supposedly accusing John Green of “child sexual abuse.” The next is a screenshot of John Green’s age. It worries me that, when Mr. Green read the above post, his mind immediately jumped to child molestation. I feel this says more about him than the post itself does. John Green makes young girls feel uncomfortable. He needs to recognize this and do some self evaluation. Why does the discomfort of young girls in relation to him bother him so much? Personally, I’m uncomfortable with the idea of a 37 year old man frequently talking to young girls less than half his age on the Internet. It strikes me as. Wrong. He is taking the worst kind of approach to this. The young girls who reblogged this post with commentary received so much hate from his cult that many of them have had to move accounts. Guess what, John Green? You’re creepy. You make my stomach churn. You write like a 15 year old boy dying to get laid. And the way you have approached this situation doesn’t make me feel any better about you.

Reblog if you think sign language should be taught as a language in schools.

when your friends make plans right in front of you and dont invite you

She wants to dance like uma thurman

BUT GUYS HAVE YOU SEEN THIS

Boys: “Why I have trust issues”

*shows pictures of girls with makeup and then without*

Girls: “Why I have trust issues”

*shows article after article of men murdering women when they are rejected”

Royal Family Harlem Shake

Ahh, it’s back

happy birthday someone

you have been blessed by the christmas chan

like and reblog and you will prosper from the blessings of the great jackie