the best part about being married is having someone to make weird noises with at any given time tbh
justiceandromance, because eyeliner ronnie.
bLESS YOUR SOUL I LOVE YOU
if you don’t want people to get angry at you don’t fucking make a post about how “bad” their taste in music is
but that’s the thing isn’t it
you just wanted attention and you know the two fastest ways to do it on tumblr is to insult what people love or threaten to kill yourself
only-birds-were-meant-to-flyy:
If you still like FIR better than ETF, I feel sorry for you and your poor music taste
if you still fuel this dumb war i feel sorry for you
this ^
indeed
I’m not really fueling anything. I stated my opinion (that I’m allowed to have, no matter how rude it is or how much you disagree with it). If people can’t handle that, I feel sorry for them. If I tried to fuel the war, I would’ve put the post in the Falling in Reverse tag. Also, if you don’t agree with something, why reblog it? It’s pointless.
Not sure if you know this, but it’s possible to state an opinion without being rude about it.
There was no need for you to say people who enjoy listening to FIR have “poor taste in music”.
But you’re right, this is your blog and you have the right to post on it whatever you wish. Just like other users have the right to reblog things you post on a public website with their own opinion added to it.
seeing kite and lux freak out is always like passing two of your friends in the middle of a school hall fngirling together screaming and jumping and then hugging each other and just passing them from the side bc you dont really understand what theyre talking about and u gotta go to class so you just keep walking but now youre smiling bc wow u love your friends and wow why dont you just kiss and get it over with
and i think ill take one of my days off to go down to city hall or whatever and get my name changed
oh for fucks sake its 5:40am
i haven’t been to sleep
i have to leave for work in 20 minutes
SLAMS HEAD INTO WALL FOR BEING DUMB AND HURTING YOUR FEELINGS I AM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO DO THAT ITS JUST SOMETHING I CALL EVERYONE SORRY
(Source: saintspock)
why do women’s clothing designers believe that girls do not need pockets
It’s so they can sell us bags
ALL the yes! Please someone write it. Dean/Impala
Dean walked outside, loosening his tie as he and Sam went out to their car, on their way to the cemetery to burn the bones— it was a simple enough case. “Sam. Sam, where the hell.. where the hell is my car?!” Dean looked around anxiously, eyes falling on a younger man sitting on the curb where his car used to be.
He stormed over to the young man and pulled him up by his shirt, glaring with intense eyes. “Where the hell is my car?!” Dean growled.
“It’s kinda sweet to see how much you actually care in person,” the other man replied coolly, voice like a low, deep purr.
Dean was taken aback for a moment, trying to process what he’d just said. He released his shirt and stared. “Excuse me? Who are you?” he asked, shooting a look over to Sam. His brother only shrugged, looking equally as confused.
The man adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair. “I… hm.” There was a pause before he shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve always just called me baby.”
Baby. Who the hell did he.. “Oh no fucking way,” Dean breathed out after finally putting the pieces together. “No way in hell.” He took a step back, rubbing his eyes to make sure that this wasn’t just a goddamn dream.
Sam was gaping slightly and caught the guy’s eye. “You’re… the Impala,” he said, not so much a question as it was a statement. “How does that happen?”
“Someone named Gabriel. One second I was a car, the next..” He gestured to his body, and stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “He said that you guys would have fun with this. Me. Or something like that.” A grin, almost a smirk, played at his lips as he eyes the two brothers.
Dean was speechless, and that never happened. After one more moment of looking at the man, he turned to face Sam. “Alright. Okay, just… go take care of the bones. I’ll stay here and babysit..” What the hell would he call him? “So do you have a name?”
The younger man shrugged. “You’ve only ever called me ‘baby’.” He was humming a song, like he couldn’t quite get it out of his head. This whole “being a human” thing wasn’t too bad at all. And seeing Sam and Dean for the first time… it was nothing short of amazing.
“Dude, are you humming Led Zeppelin?” he asked, unable to keep back a grin. The guy nodded, watching Sam walk off and tilting his head to the side slightly. God, that Winchester kid has a nice—
“Hey. Eyes up here,” Dean interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of the younger man. “Listen, until we figure this all out, you’re staying here with us. So come on baby, looks like we’re walking to the motel room.”
The other man nodded and followed behind Dean as they walked down the sidewalk. “Sounds good to me,” he responded, grinning devilishly, now humming a Metallica song.
Dean was so glad that no one else could see him blush.
oMFG THATS GREAT AND ALL BUT CAN WE GET BACK TO CHRIS PINE IN THOSE FUCKING LEATHER PANTS
(Source: ramblingeekette)
LET’S NOT BE QUICK TO FORGET THIS
omg yes you do
you would see a lot more but if i have too much kuza i tend to explode
mybbygirlloveskuzajustlikehermomma
tearsofjoy
