son we need to talk. about your report card. son did you know your grades spell “ACDC” here is a high five and your bedtime is never
Dean as a father
except dean will never be a father
touch me like you touch your keyboard
crying

noitemsfoxonlyfinaldestination:
this concept always amazes me
are you implying i wouldn’t eat your dog
Wait till the Hannibal fandom sees this…
If it actually started raining men I think I’d just start crying and be really terrified and not leave my house and just curl up into a ball and pretend I couldn’t hear the slamming of bodies falling upon my roof under no circumstances would I think “hallelujah”
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah
“Hallelujah”
“HALLELUJAH”
I don’t have ‘friends’.
I have followers.
You have an audience!
guess who’s celebrating mothers day
not batman
Nor the Baudelaire orphans.
not Harry Potter
Not the Doctor
I’m sitting here crying but…
or the Winchesters
or arthur
I may be a shitty friend, but I’m your shitty friend.
if you eat a chicken and egg sandwich, you’re basically eating one thing at different times of its life
like when you eat a baby and an elderly person at the same time.