digatisdi:

When I was in preschool there was this really weird system of time-out where they’d put you in this giant plastic bucket sort of like this one:

And the rule was you couldn’t leave the bucket for ten minutes.

In case you didn’t know, I was what the teachers referred to as a “difficult child” which is code for “walking entity of sass” so I was in the time-out bucket quite a bit.

Once they put me in the bucket for thirty minutes— and I thought that was incredibly unfair so I grabbed the handles and shifted my body repeatedly until the bucket and I were out of the classroom, in the hallway, and through the front door. They found me in the parking lot scooting to freedom in the time-out bucket. The teachers were furious and I said, “Hey, I never left the bucket”

So they called my mum and told her what I did and she just said, “Well, he never left the bucket.”

antiquers:

There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.

(Fuente: gallifrey-man)

heysammy:

timeforbees:

…So this season ended with Dean alone in the woods. There was no one around and his phone was dead. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots him

SHIA LABEOUF

lampsarepeopletoo:

watch out

(Fuente: thewhatever)

expertcosmotips:

actual idea from cosmopolitan magazine

(Fuente: hellomynameissteph)

free-punchesintheface:

ricksanscrotum:

if you look up beautiful in the dictionary, there’s a picture of you 

under the antonyms　

(Fuente: fuckinwinchesters)

(Fuente: wehuntmonsters)

He kisses me very softly beside my ear.
“The woman who brought me into this world was a crack whore, Anastasia. Go to sleep.

#CAS IS DOWN THERE

(Fuente: plaidalecki)

Emily doesn’t remember her own mother after 12 years in captivity but Sam’s first thought was of Dean when his soul was returned after being locked in the pit for nearly 2 centuries.

jaredschesthair:

jeremy-ruiner:

theneverendingdrums:

auditoryassault:

I hate the word homophobia.

It is not a phobia.

You are not scared.

You are just an asshole.

what if someone had an actual phobia though

like with people who are arachnaphobic

a gay person comes into their house and they stand on a chair screaming and swatting them with a broom or something

#or they get a really huge glass to put over the gay person #and then slide a big piece of paper underneath and put them outside

(Fuente: skiploo)

(Fuente: fairy-wren)