my hell is empty

Shiro wanted something big and Keith did not disappoint. Keith gave him the biggest sunflower he could find and Shiro died laughing. How can he possibly love this guy even more? So pure, too good for this world. ಥ_ಥ Redbubble  

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ARAGORN! Where the HELL have YOU BEEN? BED EMPTY, NO NOTE. MY FATHER IS FACING AN INQUIRY WITH GANDALF AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT. Lmao and tell Legolas to quit laughing. I know he’s there. Reading this. With his Elf eyes.

Aragorn: Fucking Elf Eyes. 

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Chasing Empty Spaces : The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

A message for y'all.

When I lived with my family I was super quiet about my religion. About my witchcraft.

When I moved (about a month ago) out on my own, I had an idea for my ideal altar. I even had drawings and layouts. Hell, I even have an empty space in my living room for it…

But I have zero money.

My altar remains small.

I am picking up things as I go.

I’m not aloud candles in my new apartment.

And that’s OKAY.

It’s okay not to have the altar you want at the beginning. It’s okay to make plans, but step back and say “I don’t have enough money at the moment to build my altar and buy groceries”

And I’m sure the Gods will understand. Mine did.

I just wanted to remind y'all. That sometimes we do what we have to do. And sometimes that keeps us from doing what we want to do.

And that’s OKAY.

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i might dislike ohio with a furious passion but damn if this place isn’t Nice™

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Timmy Olyphant on The Rich Eisen Show [3.13.2017] 

anonymous asked:

Customers have this misconception that paying with small change is annoying to cashiers but like no you fools!! With your help Ill never run out of quarters again!!! Were allowed to deny large amounts unrolled thank god but hell yes empty your lilollady change purse on my counter any day

The King and The Empty

Short fanfic I felt I had to do. Enjoy.


Crowley woke up. His muscles felt tired, he felt exhausted, and all he thought about was the all-encompassing pain he was feeling until reality hit him.

He was dead. Or at least that was the last thing he remembered.

He was sure that he had stabbed himself to complete the ritual that would seal the rift. The rift in the world that had made him suffer so many times, the rift that he closed to save the Winchesters.

He sat up and looked around, but he saw nothing, everything was empty.

Everything was empty.

Crowley knew exactly where he was.

“Poetic, the way you died” said someone with a nasal accent behind him. “Why do you monsters keep waking up? Am I doing something wrong?” The voice added, almost to itself.

Crowley stood up, and began to turn towards the voice while first adjusting his suit “And who might you be?” He said absently while perfecting his tie.

When he looked up, nothing but confusion hit him.

Crowley was facing an exact replica of himself. Physically, they were exactly the same, the only difference between the two being the strange accent the replica had. The demon narrowed his eyes, searching for an explanation.

“I am everything, Darling. Everything and nothing at the same time” said his clone, smiling. “But the question is, why are you awake, king? Well, ex-king”

“I- I do not know” he answered. “Is this -”

“Yes, it is. This is The Empty, a beautiful, dark, comfy, perfect for sleeping, place” it interrupted him, voice getting more irritated as it continued. “Or at least it was until you and that annoying angel, Castiel woke up”

“Castiel is awake too?” thought Crowley. Apparently, the bad news never ends.

According to what the demon knew, the empty was the place where angels and demons ended up when they died. What they didn’t believe was that they could wake up because to wake up, they needed a greater force to motivate them, and Crowley didn’t think anyone would want him back.

“How do I get out?” He asked.

“You don’t” answered the being. “Now go back to sleep, don’t get on my nerves”

“No” said Crowley, firmly. The other guy looked at him funny.

“No!” He imitated horribly. “You think you have a choice?” He shouted as he grabbed the demon by the lapel of the suit. “I’m getting tired of you, and that is never a good thing.”

“Let me offer you something” the demon offered, holding his gaze to his clone.

“You want to make a deal?!” the beast said pushing him away. “Don’t you see where making deals has gotten you, Crowley!”

Crowley knew that being was right. Nothing good could come out of a deal where he didn’t have any chances. It was the reason he was dead in the first place.

But his desire to return to earth was greater than anything in the world. He was sure that his absence had been prolonged. Hell would be a mess, and in these circumstances, the Winchesters would have called him. And he would have gone to help them because they were the only ones that he considered, somehow, useful and even his friends.

“Please, I’ll give you anything” said the ex-king, lowering himself to begging.


Crowley woke up again, this time with a gasp. “Bollocks” he thought. Surely he was still trapped. “What the-” he began, and cut himself off as he sat up and opened his eyes. Looking around he found himself in the middle of a field. “Dammit, I’m dreaming” added to the thread of his thoughts. He began to stand up slowly, dusting off his suit, wary of his surroundings. Surely the beast had put him to sleep, this time forever.

But there was something different this time, a warm feeling on his face. The sunlight.

Crowley smiled, satisfied.

Even a demon like him could get tired of the darkness.

update: still breathing