seriously don't call me that

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my instant reaction to this part lmao 

Don’t disturb them, they’re having a father-son moment.

My current opinion of Leslie’s route.

  • Most Reylo fans: Yeah, if Rey and Kylo Ren are related, I'll stop shipping them.
  • Me *A hardcore mythology, Arthurian legend, and Game of Thrones nerd*: I don't give a damn if they are related. I'm still shipping that shit!

There it was the last piece of pizza conveniently in the middle of the room but as he approached the table he noticed that he was not the only one, “Vanoss don’t you dare that last slice is mine.” He took another step taunting him about it.
“I don’t see your name on it.” It was going to be like that was it as he runs full speed towards the table. In truth he wasn’t all that hungry but now he just really wanted it. Now there’s a reason they tell you not to run inside as they literally collide into each other, “I’m still getting the pizza and you aren’t going to stop me.”
“No Delirious its mine.”
“No listen the person getting the last slice is me. I looked at it first.”
“Well I’m grabbing it first and - where is it?” There was a silent pause as they both stare down at the table and realise it’s gone.
“You guys should of just shared it. It’s mine now though.” Turns out neither of them ended up getting the pizza in the end anyway.

anonymous asked:

(hey iont wanna kill your vibe and you're a really cool dude an all but dyou think you could avoid using the word 'psychopath'? it's just. it's a slur. like a really outdated one against mentally ill people aaahhhhgg I'm sorry I hope you're having an absolutely lovely day I love your blog)

Oh sure I’m sorry!!! I don’t usually say it at all the question was just worded with it. but I won’t repeat it!!!!!

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As an english speaking K-army, I can gladly translate..

McHanzo Week 2016, Day 2 - Domestic Life
I wanted to draw them painting each other the walls in their new house (does this count?)¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Tbh I don’t really like how it turned out but I still want to post something every day of The Week™, so here it goes, I guess

Children are afraid of the dark.
Everyone knows that.
They are scared of all the monsters hiden in the shadows, of thier sharp fangs, claws, long limbs slowly crawling from under thier beds when they flick the lights off.

But sometimes…sometimes, children learn that the worst monsters can have a face of normal human. And after this discovery, nothing that could be hidden in the dark seems to be really scary.

Dean learned that after his mom died,they moved to new house, and his father started to drink.
Sometimes he just walked out the doors and didn’t come home for days. Sometimes when he came back, he was so drunk that he couldn’t even stand.
 Dean had to take care of everything. Of his little brother, of the house, of his always-drunk father. He always did everything the best he could. But sometimes it just wasn’t enough, sometimes he did something wrong. And that was when John got angry. So, very, very angry. He yelled, he cursed, sometimes he grabbed Dean’s shoulders a little too hard, leaving ugly, purple brusies on his pale skin.
He never cried in front of his father, he knew that It would only make him furious. 
But when he was alone in his room, he allowed himself to sob quietly into his pillow.
At one of evenings like this, he has met Him.
First thing that he noticed - He wasn’t a human, He looked like one, but… The shadows near him were darker, liquid black that was moving, looking like a living creature.
But that really doesn’t mean that He was scary.

He was more…. awkward standing in the middle of Dean’s room with His too big coat and crooked tie. You could even say that He actualy looked way more scared than Dean did. 
They looked at each other in silence for few long seconds.
’ I…I could read you. A book. If it would make you feel better’
His voice was low, a little rough. But there was a lot of warmth in it, and Dean decided that he likes it.
’…Sure’
The weird not-human man relaxed a little and picked up one of Dean’s books. Dean sat up on his bed, and hugged his pillow.
‘I’m Dean’ he said eventually, because it would be really rude not to introduce himself to someone who wanted to read him a story.
’ Castiel’ the man answered, sitting on the floor ’ It’s nice to meet you, Dean' 


From that night, Castiel became a constant presence in his life. They talked mostly at night, because Cas  felt really bad in the sunlight.
But sometimes, when John was especially mean to Dean, he would made an exception and show up in the middle of the day, throwing something from the shelfs or turning on the tv, radio, and lights all at once. 
He helped Dean with his homework and taught him a lot of things about the stars, the universe, and the history of the Earth. Castiel always had the answers for all Dean’s questions.
 And he was always protecting him and Sammy.
Like that one day…one day when John hit him.

And few hour later, he feel from the stairs, and broke his hand. Dean saw it. He saw how cold Castiel’s eyes were when he was looking at John lying on the floor.  That was the first time when he was really scared of Cas.
And he didn’t talk to him for a week after this incident.
Because John was still his dad.
And Cas couldn’t just hurt someone from his family like this. 

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His eyes were sad when he spoke to Dean for the first time after a week.
'I’m sorry Dean. I won’t do this again’.
It was all that Dean needed to hear.
Because Cas was family, too.



Children are afraid of the dark.
Everyone knows that.
And still, the monster living in the shadows was the one who became Dean’s best friend.


They first met when Dean was not even 5.
When he leaved the house to live with his uncle Bobby with Sam at the age of 11, he manages to tell himself that Cas never was real. Just an imaginary friend .
When his father dies 12 years later and he moves into his old house again, he expect all those bad memories to come back to him.
But he never thought  that when he wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, he would saw those familiar, icy-blue eyes looking at him with worry. He never thought that he will see that man agian, looking the same as he looked the first time Dean saw him.
And for sure he never expected to hear that low, gravelly voice again.



’… Hello, Dean' 




let me introduce you to my newest Destiel AU
This was eating me for days, I had to do something with this story, so…
what do you think?
Should I continue this?

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Thomas Jefferson tho

Why was he so fucking gloriously weird? His whole MO was like: invent shit, write some good shit, jump over some logs in France to impress a girl, cut up a bible and make own version, scare children into respecting mocking birds, be an epic wine snob, obsess about mac n’ cheese, wildly spend money on stupid shit, rule the salt mines with an iron fist with lil Jemmy, hate on Hamiltion, smuggle some rice out of Italy, emo in room for days, be frenemies with Adams, be a lo-key shady ho, eat some 1,0000 pound cheese, hate on dogs, invent more good shit, quest for a giant moose, breed murder sheep and generally give zero fucks.

seriously twice a day i open this window, type a long rant about how much i hate my fic, and then delete it because it’s just meaningless whining and no one cares. even i do not care. but GUYS i just wanted to write some fast porn, maybe a five-times fic? and then i thought, i’m way too lazy for five times, i will write four times only. and now………. now……… now idk what the fuck i am writing but it sure isn’t “fast porn.” ugh. writing really is the worst.