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
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
I don’t have ‘friends’.
I have followers.
You have an audience!
guess who’s celebrating mothers day
Nor the Baudelaire orphans.
not Harry Potter
Not the Doctor
I’m sitting here crying but…
or the Winchesters
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.