Learning to Fly;

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If you place ads on our dash or charge for use every month, there will be a war. You have an army. We have a hulk.

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authoritydangerheartkilljoy: lolsofunny: This was the single...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:46:19 -0500

authoritydangerheartkilljoy:

lolsofunny:

This was the single funniest thing I have ever seen a president do.

I’M STILL LAUGHING.

I will never not reblog this.

I CANT

LOL

OH MY IT REALLY HAPPENED… I can’t even…

You got to love our President’s sense of humor.

finalblessing: will smith everybody

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:45:11 -0500

finalblessing:

will smith everybody

raindancefroggy: futureconflicted: i-am-mishafuckingcollins: a...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:44:36 -0500

raindancefroggy:

futureconflicted:

i-am-mishafuckingcollins:

ahaha-hahaha-no:

bowtiesarecool4:

this-is-just-what-loki-wants:

themishacollins:

Let’s play a game called: Actual Supernatural line or not?

Does this mean we can finally clear up the origin of THIS line?

They’re both real lines

And the infamous:

And we can’t forget

oestranhomundodek: I swear this is the last one

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:43:46 -0500

oestranhomundodek:

I swear this is the last one

brakes: professortennant: brakes: fairywine answered: Little...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:43:15 -0500

brakes:

professortennant:

brakes:

fairywine answered: Little Cas and Dean together, with babysitter!Sam? PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN!

“GIMME BACK MY ANGEL!!!!!”
“Dean, Cas isn’t a commodity! And you can have him back when you—OW, STOP THAT!!!!”

“Dean! You can play with Cas when you stop pulling on his wings.”

Cas sniffled into Sam’s shoulder and peered down at Dean who was tugging uselessly on the leash Sam had to wrap around him. He kept wandering off and tugging little Castiel around with him, determined to help him feed the ducks.

Dean stopped his war with the leash to glare and pout at Sam the only way a child can.

“Sam, Cas likes it! He told me so!”

Sam sighed and knelt down, letting Castiel’s feet touch the floor and let his wings flutter to the side.

“Cas? Is that true?”

Cas shyly ducked his head. “I like it sometimes but,” he stopped to glare at Dean, his tiny wings ruffling angrily. “Dean! Sometimes you pull too hard an’ it hurts.”

Cas felt his eyes water a little and he burrowed his head into Sam’s jacket. All of Dean’s fight when out of him and he looked helplessly at Sam. Sam pulled a face that looked like he smelled something nasty and also looked like an ‘I-told-you-so’ was on the horizon.

Dean hated when Sam was right.

He shuffled up to his angel and stroked a hand down Cas’ wings before resting on his back. “‘m sorry, Cas. I won’t touch your wings no more.”

Castiel’s head whipped around and glared at Dean. “No!” He blushed and shuffled even closer to Dean so there was very little space between them. “I like when you touch, just don’t tug, ‘kay?”

Dean nodded vigorously and reached around to hug his friend. He laughed when Castiel’s wings fluttered happily and knocked Dean around the ears.

Dean reached for the second harness at the end of Sam’s stupid kid leash and hooked Castiel into the restraint before grabbing his angel’s hand.

He looked up at Sam.

“C’mon, Sammy! Ducks!”

Sam’s mouth was hanging open and he felt the two little monsters in his care tug at the leash.

Cas looked up at him, tugging on his leash. “Come, Sam. Dean and I must provide for the ducklings! It’s the rules.”

Dean grinned and high-fived his friend before they both wrapped pudgy hands around the red harness and pulled. Between the two of them, they managed to get Sam walking towards the lake.

Sam just shook his head, baffled at the strange relationship between the baby angel and Dean. Kids these days.

WOW

I DIDN’T THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DIE FROM CUTE BUT THERE YOU GO

chipmunkfanatic: gayoak: (whispers) its a-ok to rely on fictional characters to get you through...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:38:05 -0500

chipmunkfanatic:

gayoak:

(whispers) its a-ok to rely on fictional characters to get you through your life bc life is hard ok if it makes you happy stick w/ it and anybody who says otherwise can go fuck themselves (pets u gentlee)

I call for a show of hands.

Reblog if you’ve ever gotten emotional support from a fictional character.

Cause I know I have.

these-times-will-pass: Love quotes? you will love this blog

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:31:18 -0500

these-times-will-pass:

Love quotes? you will love this blog

wyte-one-thousand: pleiadian-princess: radagastlovesyou: you-...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:30:55 -0500

wyte-one-thousand:

pleiadian-princess:

radagastlovesyou:

you-are-another-me:

There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.

In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.

The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

This is the most amazing thing I have ever read.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP

Reblog for eternity.

ask-eep-crood: thefaultinmyass: ipaintyouwings: Message from...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:28:13 -0500

ask-eep-crood:

thefaultinmyass:

ipaintyouwings:

Message from David Karp

everyone needs to read this.

Fuck yeah

FUCK YEAH

heislikefireburningthroughtime: dailymagic: georgia-dream: Thi...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:22:49 -0500

heislikefireburningthroughtime:

dailymagic:

georgia-dream:

This was my favorite line in the Suite Life ever.

Or you tell her it was all just a social experiment.

too soon