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19

May

antiquers:

They say he’s sick,
he’s obscene.

Squinty!Cas appreciation post.

(Source: hey-ass-butt)

supermishamiga:

Jensen’s face when Misha lifts up the kid.

I feel like the first one is more important here. :) x

(Source: weecesting)

laughparty:

this speaks to me on so many levels

laughparty:

this speaks to me on so many levels

(Source: lilium)

Let it go, brother

(Source: accio-glow)

(Source: rioliv)

18

May

abhortion:

movies based off books are bad but books based off movies are so much worse

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first of all, who let me get so emotionally invested in a television show

(Source: goodfuckingcoffee)

prettyboyandmoose:

you can hear the ‘jensen im so tired of ur shit’

(Source: jennycockles)

me:
*laughs*
parents:
what's so funny what's going on who are you talking to can i see what's the joke haha i bet that's great what are you trying to hide from us

regalangel:

I love them

(Source: travellerintime)

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.