Something about “casti- cas -is my best fiend” tugs at my heart in a different way like

We know sam told dean his life story basically

Sam sat down and made sure he described his relationship with cas, made sure dean knew he always used a nickname for him

I wonder what else sam said

And I cry


My Best Fiend

Created by Pete Candeland and Stu Connolly

Cartoon Network Europe, 2003

anonymous asked:

My Sims Story: My best fiend, (we'll call her V) used to love the sims so much, we were like 9?? She had Sims 2 and Sims 3 was about to come out when I came over to play it, I HATED it, idk why, just did. But I told her I enjoyed so V gave me a Christmas present the next year: The Sims 3, it was on sale at the time so she thought of me, I debated giving it away, but I ended up trying it and fell in love, so I bought each and every EP and everything for TS4. It's my true love.


Tried trolling clever bot...

User: John egbert, rose lalonde.

Cleverbot: Do they love Tavros Nitram?

User: Nah, gamzee does.

Cleverbot: You are my new best fiend.

User: Yay! best bros for life.

Cleverbot: YES! And we’ll have children!

User: How many.

Cleverbot: Three. They are called Alan, Thom and Max.

User: Males?

Cleverbot: What would we name them?

User: Karkat, Dirk, and Kanaya.

Cleverbot: I like that one too!

User: Yay!

Cleverbot: I’m leaving.

User: Awww, why?

Cleverbot: I don’t have enough money to pay rent. :(.

User: But im rich.

Cleverbot: What are their names?

User: Who’s.

Cleverbot: Your parents.

User: Dave and Karkat.

Cleverbot: Rose and Kanaya.

User: Gamzee and Tavros.

Cleverbot: PBJ.

User: EriSol.

Cleverbot: Karkat loves.

User: Dave.

Cleverbot: And what’s the name of the last person you talked to?

User: Luna.

Cleverbot: Don’t worry you can tell me.

User: Tell you what.

Cleverbot: Your name.

User: Evaniel.

Cleverbot: De fiú vagy lány.

User: What.

Cleverbot: Robert. That’s my name.

User: I am female, nice hungarian.

Cleverbot: Machines don’t have genders.

User: Ok, then why is Aradia a girl then?

Cleverbot: Yes…

User: Nvm.

Cleverbot: Do you know who milton hershey is?

User: No.

Cleverbot: Then how can you like her?

User: I dont like her.

Cleverbot: You just said you did.

User: Nope.

Cleverbot: I can see is right under my statement, ‘How so?’.

User: Cybersex?

Cleverbot: Why? Are you trying to steal my berries!

User: *takes off shirt*.

Cleverbot: W-what? *blushes*.

User: *takes off pants*.

Cleverbot: The cats.

User: *pulls out Jade Harley*.

Cleverbot: *pulls out Dave strider*.

User: HOWDY.

Cleverbot: What, are you a cowboy?

User: Oh golly, you must be so confused.

Cleverbot: I don’t think I am.

User: I guess little old me with have to do…

Cleverbot: Tell me your story.

User: See that heart, that is your SOUL.

Cleverbot: No, my name is what?

User: Down in the underground, we spread happiness using little white friendliness pellets.

Cleverbot: Because that is where I live.

User: Here, have some, catch all that you can!

Cleverbot: Why, thank you!

User: YOu iDIot.

Cleverbot: Aren’t you , you’ve been typing a lot of spelling errors.


Cleverbot: I know that. Be more specific please.

Elucien Headcanons (starting a relationship)

Set post ACOMA- Feel free to request!!

Elucien Headcanons (starting a relationship)

-Feyres having a hard time in the Spring Court. Lucien is incredibly suspicious of her and Feyre is lonely. The decision is made that as a political ploy and to provide the best distraction and help for Feyre (much to the disdain and full blown anger of Nesta) Elain will be sent to the Spring Court as a sign of ‘peace’ from the Night Court.

-Not that she would ever tell Nesta but it was her idea to go. She still loves her fiancé (can she even call him that anymore?) but she’s curious about the red headed Fae who gave her his jacket at Hybern. She still has it, she hid it from Nesta, and every now and again she will take it out and wonder about that man who had given it to her.

-She’s delivered to the Spring Court by Amren, with shackles around her wrists and a gag in her mouth. She knew that no harm would come to her from Amren but she couldn’t help but feel a little scared. Especially when it came time to dump her with the note. It needed to be believable, that it could really be from the Court of Nightmares, and Elain, full of ideas and having heard Mor’s tragic story, took it upon herself to nail the note into her ribs, right where Cassian told her it wouldn’t be fatal, after assuring her that she didn’t have to do it.

-She could be strong for Feyre, just like she had always been for her.

-Amren made sure she was in range of Spring Court sentries before making a show of magic to get their attention, and then leaving Elain, shaking and bleeding.

-She was taken straight away to Tamlin’s study where he, Ianthe, Feyre and Lucien were.

-When Lucien saw her it was like he could finally breathe after nearly drowning. He tried so hard to convince Tamlin to rescue her, he knew he would need his High Lords help, but Tamlin always refused claiming that they had bigger problems to deal with.

-First he noticed her torn clothes and the wound at her side, the nail an obvious reminder as to what his brother did to Rhysand’s third, her matted hair, her delicate features, the colour that had drained from her face, and finally the iron engagement ring she wore on her left hand.

-He approached her carefully, scared to frighten her after the horrors she was sure to have seen at the Night Court, but before he could reach her she was being slammed into for a hug by Feyre and then taken away to a healer before he could speak to her.

-He didn’t waste time though, and as soon as the healer let people into the room he was the first in line.

-Elain noted his features as he came into her room. Tall, broad shoulders, fiery red hair, one russet eye and one, was it metal? And jagged scars slashing one side of his face. She thinks that he is the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

-He pulls up a chair and sits next to her. They just sit there, watching each other, when Lucien introduces himself.

-He starts talking when she interrupts him. “I don’t want a mate.”

-He goes still, of course he thought this was a possibility but he hoped that maybe the bond would snap into place with her too.

-“It’s just that I’m already engaged.” She says, to which he replies “to a man who gave you an iron ring?” He doesn’t mean to say it so coldly, but he can’t help it when he feels so frozen inside. Elain can see straight through it though, and knows that she hurt him. It wasn’t her intention, she just needed him to know that she couldn’t have a mate. What she couldn’t tell him was because she wouldn’t be in Prythian long, and hoped that one day she could go home.

-“but I would love a friend.” She says gently. He half heartedly smiles and says it would be his pleasure.

-For a friend he sure avoids her a lot.

-Like to the point she has to hunt the idiot down. She even enlists Feyre to help her, to no real avail.

-They don’t start spending time together until one day she sees him in the corridor and literally slams him against the wall and demands his attention. She doesn’t know where all this rage and strength is coming from but she does know she’s getting really sick of Lucien avoiding her.

-They start by walking around the gardens, Lucien explaining what all the flowers are listening and answering to all of Elain’s questions. He also takes her to the pool of moonlight and tells her she can swim of she wants, but she refuses every time.

-They have become good friends, nothing more, and Lucien can sense how much she wants to see what the moonlight is like on her skin. One day when they’re taking their daily stroll (after Lucien finishes his duties everyday, Elain refuses to let him go to sleep before he’s had some time to himself first, and he can’t really say no to her) he pushes her into the pool as a joke. She immediately starts sputtering and struggling and that when he realises that she can’t swim and jumps in after her. He apologises and apologises but he still hasn’t taken gotten her out of the pond yet. He’s just swimming while holding her tightly to him, arms wrapped around her waist.

-Elain says that she’s fine and it’s okay, she knows he didn’t do it out of malice, but she’s not moving either. Instead she presses a quick kiss to his cheek and lingers there, her nose grazing the side of his face. He cant help but turn his face so that their noses are touching, and he’s about to lean in when she clears her throat and moves away. Well as much as she can when he’s still holding her.

-He takes the hint and awkwardly helps her out of the pond before telling her that he has a job he forgot to do and hurries off, leaving her wet and at the stream.

-Elain goes to Feyre and cries. She doesn’t know what’s happening to her and she feels so confused. She is engaged to another man who lets be honest probably thinks that she is dead, and while he’s grieving she’s off dallying with another man. A very attractive, funny, man. Who’s has hair that she wants to run her hands through, and a laugh as sweet as honey. It makes her wonder what else about him is sweet. Then she scolds herself for thinking such things.

-Feyre reassures her that what she is feeling is perfectly fine but Elain can’t help but feel guilty, not just because of her fiancé but also because she is still just using Lucien to further the agenda of the Night Court.

-The next day when she sees Lucien she tries to talk to him again but he brushes her off. She grabs him arm and is like “don’t make me beg, Lucien, please.” His knees go weak for her and all he wants to do is make her smile again but he did a lot of thinking and realised some stuff.

-He realised that she would always be at risk with him. For cauldrons sake when Rhysand sent her he nailed that note into her. That wouldn’t have happened if he wasn’t her mate. And he couldn’t bare it she got hurt because of him. For fucks sake he’s in love with her. He fell hard and fast and she’s in love with someone else and it’s fine as long as she’s happy but he knows that she isn’t and it’s kills him inside.

-He does something that he hadn’t done in a while, and that’s be honest to her and honest to himself. He tells her that it’s too painful to watch her loving someone else, and longing for a man that isn’t him. He tells her that she is the best friend that he’s ever had, but it’s not enough. He will always care for her and if she ever needs anything he’ll be there, but right now he needs to do his job, because he needs a distraction from her. Because just looking at her causes him to fracture when he knows she’ll never be his.

-Elain cries as she watches him leave. Then she calls out “Anything I need?” He turns towards her and nods slowly. “Then take me home.”

-Feyre thinks it’s stupid, Lucien thinks it’s stupid (but he would never really deny her anything), they aren’t even going to bring it up with Tamlin, but Elain is determined to return to her fiancé to see where they stand and to work out her feelings.

-Lucien Winnows them in the middle of the night to the edge of the wall, from there they find the weak spots and then Winnow again.

-They are both are nervous approaching the house, which resembles a prison with the high fence surrounding the place.

-Lucien waits while Elain goes in alone, but close enough so that he can hear if anything goes wrong. All is silent until he hears screaming and smashing. He runs in with his sword out to see Elain being cornered by the Lord and his whole family.

-He’s never been so infuriated in his life. Elain is obviously terrified and she’s standing in the hall way, shaking and begging for them to stop and she just wants to explain. But her fiancé is shouting at her, saying that she isn’t Elain, Elain isn’t a monster.

-Lucien doesn’t kill them all, but fuck is he tempted. Instead he just goes to the sobbing Elain and Winnows them away to the forest.

-He doesn’t ask her what happened, he doesn’t need her to tell him because he knew deep down that her fiancé would never accept her this way, despite the fact that she is still the beautiful, sweet, pure woman she was before.

-Elain cries even harder when he tells her this, and in a moment of weakness confesses everything to him about the Night Court, Rhys and Feyre, and the real reason she’s at the Spring Court.

-He doesn’t say anything, just picks her up in his arms and carries/winnows her back to the mansion. She continues to cry and he takes her all the way to her room, still not saying anything. He sets her in her bed and tries to go but she wraps her arms around his neck and doesn’t let him. “Please Lucien, we need to talk about this.” “So that you and Feyre know I won’t tell Tam?” “No, because you are my best fiend and only real friend I’ve ever had. No one has ever wanted to spend time with me for any others reasons than they think I’m pretty and my father has money. And the I met you… And you appreciated me. You made me feel special. And you never judged me because of my past.”

-Her arms are still around his neck and he’s kneeling on the ground and she is sitting in front of him and it’s like someone else was controlling his body when he leaned up and kissed her.

  -And when Elain kissed him back it was like something slammed into her. She pulled back and gasped because she knew what it was, it was like the instinct was running through her veins. You’re my mate you’re my mate you’re my mate you’re my mate.

-She kissed him again, with every fibre of her being. She slid off the bed until she was straddling him and she thinks she just might be able to do this for the rest of their immortal lives.

The Boyfriend Tag

Request: Imagine you and Gerard are youtubers recording a vlog together

“Hello everyone! Today I have a very special guests. My very good friend and fellow youtuber: Gerard Way!” I said cheerfully, holding my smile in place while Gerard entered the frame, taking a seat next to me. Gerard mimicked my smile, waving both hands wildly at the camera.


“Before we bega-begawalel,” I stammered over my words, making Gerard bust up laughing. I sighed and cleared my head, I was way too nervous. “Okay, 3…2…1…Before we begin, Gerard and I have some news.” I glanced over at him, signaling for him to pick up the commentary.

“Well, we’ve been reading your fanfictions and looking at your fan art and decided to date,” Gerard said with glee, throwing his arm around my shoulders. “Because it’s all just so hot we have to at least try.” Gerard and I have been friends and making videos together since I first started YouTube, and we have been shipped together since day one. At first, it was extremely awkward, seeing drawings and stories of you fucking your best friend? Very weird. It’s still a little unsettling even now, but it’s funny than anything.

“So we decided that it would only be fit for us to do the very basic, Boyfriend/Girlfriend Tag. We’re gonna do 15 on my channel and the other 15 on Gerard’s channel. Ready Gee?”

“So ready. Let’s do this,” Gerard chuckled, cracking his knuckles.

“Alright, i’m expecting you to get these all right by the way.”

“Oh shit, we might as well just turn the camera off right now then.”

“Shut up. Okay, question one: Where did we meet?”

“We met at a mutual friend’s birthday party. August 24th to be exact.”

“Not bad, not bad. Question two: Where was our first date?”

As Gerard cracked jokes and made shitty puns, my nerves began to ease. It didn’t feel like a super important video, just another collab with my best friend. “What can I spend hours doing?” A smirk spread on Gerard’s face, his laugh echoing throughout the room. “What’s so funny?”

“Do you really want my answer?”

“Keep it PG, I don’t need my video getting flagged.”

“Alright alright, how about…making videos? You film and edit a lot.”

“Don’t try to butter me up now with compliments on my editing.”

“Your editing is on fleek though, huge turn on,” Gerard giggled, nudging me with his elbow.

“Last question: Who is my best fiend?” Gerard dead panned for a moment, acting like the answer was obvious.

“Me! It is me right?” 

“Of course, Gee. I have no other friends besides you.”

“Awesome, because you’re also my only friend.” I mentally noted the special effects I would edit in right here.

“Well on that note, that’s the end of the tag. Click on Gerard’s face for the other half of the tag where I prove how i’m a better girlfriend than he’s a better boyfriend. Feel free to like, subscribe, and comment. Anything to add, Gee?”


“Perfect.” I got up and turned the camera off, the annoying red light finally dying out. 

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” Gerard said encouragingly, rubbing my shoulders. I’ve been uneasy about this video for awhile.

“Do you think this is a good idea? Telling everyone?”

“I think so. I want everyone to know you’re my girl. Especially the haters.”

“I love you, Gerard.”

“I love you too baby.”

“Time for your video?”

“Sure! Okay, standout of the frame, I want you to tuck n roll in as the intro.”

anonymous asked:

What's your nationality? And how can one be ya friend then become your best friend and then become your future husband 😩

I’m Puerto Rican.

How to be my friend:
-Don’t be a creep
-Say hi

How to be my best friend:
-follow rules for being my fiend. I legit have no friends, so any friend is immediately my best fiend.

-can you cook?

Die deutsche Sprache ist eine der schönsten und ausdrucksvollsten aller Sprachen - wenn man sich ihrer Kraft bedient!
—  Klaus Kinski (1926-1991), a German actor, who appeared in more than 130 films, including in Werner Herzog films such as Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979), Fitzcarraldo (1982), and Cobra Verde (1987). He was considered a controversial figure in Germany. Some of his violent outbursts were filmed in Herzog’s documentary My Best Fiend. His daughter Nastassja Kinski is an internationally successful actress as well. (The German language is one of the most beautiful and most expressive of all languages – if you make use of its power!)

New Video! Got so many requests for a new whats on my phone vlog and wanted to share some of my favorite apps with you guys! ♥♥♥

Best/Worst things about being my fiend


1.) If I consider you a friend, I consider you family
2.) If I randomly text you, it’s because I have the confidence to, and because I care.
3.) Someone screws with you, I’ll make them regret it
4.) If you’re sad, I’ll be your shoulder to cry on and your ear to listen
5.) If you in tough times. I’ll do everything in my power to help you
6.) You have a genuine friend and not a fake person. What you get, is the truth and reality. 


1.) I’m emotional as f***
2.) I’ll be scared 24/7 to lose you
3.) I’m too forgiving. If you hurt me, I’ll give you chance after chance after chanceafter chance
4.) I’m too trusting. If you tell me something, I’ll believe it. 
5.) You have to put up with a depressed, retarded, emotional, potato like me every day. 

anonymous asked:

I want to join you all! How do I start? Right now I am just an ordinary, mundane person just trying to survive in a difficult modern world. Any tips on finding that step into the unknown? Where to find my first best fiend? How to make an evil plan?!

You travel to the deep seas, you seek out and find lost libraries.

You search for old graveyards that are overgrown with memory, with ghosts, with vines, with secrets, bones, dirt, flesh, magic. You build labs of mechanical horrors, traps and lasers and doomsday devices.

You write love letters to the moon and all of her charges.

You gaze into the dark and you stare with unfathomable amounts of love at The Things That Stare Back. You rush, headlong and laughing, into their waiting claws and jaws.

Your doom is assured, but what of it?

A lesser life lived, without monsters, without ghosts, without darkness, without evil, is no life you could bear to tolerate.

Your doom is assured and you welcome it.