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DEAN WINCHESTER

SLASH SHERIFF

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Dean Winchester, Slash Sheriff

CAN THIS BE A THING

PLEASE I AM CRYING

OH MY GOD

mccartneymadness:

The Beatles painting easter eggs of themselves, 1964

amygloriouspond:

#yeah you’re wel-holy shit im falling #damn the majestic

sandandglass:

"Hey, you shouldn’t eat that. It’s not good for you."

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seducemymindyouidiot:

Bitchy Sherlock is my favorite Sherlock.

twinkjared:

Friendly reminder that for the SPN season five premier, luciferiscoming trended worldwide, and P. Diddy freaked the fuck out and thought Satanists were coming onto Twitter, so he got the tag banned and trended godishere in response.

so that’s why dudes have sex
dean winchester after his first time bottoming probably (via queerheretic)
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Song: Hospital Entry 1: SUICIDE WATCH
Artist: Emilie Autumn
Album: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
Played: 352 times.

Hospital Entry 1: SUICIDE WATCH
It was the dog who found me. I heard him crying outside the bathroom door, but it seemed very far away. I wasn’t there anymore; I was lying in a field of tall, soft grass — tall enough to hide me from anyone who came looking. The grass moved around me, but there was no sound; I was like a fish lying at the bottom of my cozy aquarium, amongst the sea anemones and dwarf hairgrass. I felt a soft blanket of tree-filtered sunlight wash over me, and I wanted to sleep forever. I felt no fear, no panic; I felt relieved… relieved that I had made my decision and gone through with it, and now there was nothing left to do but wait and lay, wait and lay, wait and lay… All my highs and lows, ups and downs, “TO BEs or NOT TO BEs” were over at last. I had no regrets. I was at peace, and that was a sensation I hadn’t known until that moment. I was at peace. I was at peace. I was at peace…

Then, there were arms lifting me up, voices screaming in my ears, and I was being shaken violently while hydrogen peroxide was poured down my throat. There was no sunlight, no grass — just a dirty bathroom floor, and all I wanted was to go back to sleep.