i'd rather have you, cursed or not

textsfromxavieracademy:

girlwithgoldeyes:

GUYS AT WORK WE WERE DOING A GLASS PAINTING PROJECT AND MY DESIGN WAS THIS

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PLOT TWIST:

THATS GALLIFREYAN FOR “FUCK BITCHES, GET MONEY.”


PLOT TWIST 2: IT’S GONNA BE ON DISPLAY IN MY CITY’S ART GALLERY

HALP

this is my most reblogged text post

why

timelords-sherlock-andmusic:

I’ve had a severe self-harm issue for three years

For every person that reblogs this, I’ll write down your url, put all the urls in a jar, and pick one out every time I feel the urge to cut. Seeing that someone out there cares about me is enough to keep me…

spookythunder:

I embarrass myself infront of myself

mark-pellegrino-is-my-king: cute-little-princess: ronweasley: twinamericas: 221cbakerstreet: aphotovici: lil-banshee: gaylienz: eviljohnlock-shipper: seaghdhasuil: No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart. Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs? Yes Welcome to Tumblr Oh god it hurts why would you ever The meteor was coming. Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother. “Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice. “Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat. “Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence. “Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding. “Oh.” She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested. “Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?” “Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.”  “How do we play?” One last look at the meteor- it was almost time. “Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach. “Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…” She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself. Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over. what is wrong with you WOW THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART

mark-pellegrino-is-my-king:

cute-little-princess:

ronweasley:

twinamericas:

221cbakerstreet:

aphotovici:

lil-banshee:

gaylienz:

eviljohnlock-shipper:

seaghdhasuil:

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No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.

Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?

Yes

Welcome to Tumblr

Oh god it hurts why would you ever

The meteor was coming.

Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.

“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.

“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.

“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.

“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.

“Oh.”

She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.

“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”

“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.” 

“How do we play?”

One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.

“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.

“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”

She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.

Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.

what is wrong with you

WOW THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART

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surejohn221b:

dean!bear likes to play dress up

spn fandom, u ok?

nagittokomaeda:

i dont actually have a personality ive just sucked up the personalities of all my favorite characters from when i was about 6 up until now 

tagged → #me

deancasotp:

assstiel:

SCREAMING!!!!!!! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

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tagged → #misha and john b

curiobi:

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Sam had to admit he was kind of addicted to the look Dean got on his face when he came really hard,

(image credit goes to http://pornstarswholooklikethecastofspn.tumblr.com/tagged/jared_padalecki

 i couldn’t find a way to re-blog it from the page i saw it on because it had disappeared! )

the-fandoms-are-cool: YOU’RE SUCH A LITTLE DORK WITH YOUR FACE AND YOUR HAIR AND YOUR CLOTHES AND YOUR ABILITY TO LIVE EVERY DREAM YOU’VE EVER HAD GOD DAMN YOU DAVID TENNANT

the-fandoms-are-cool:

YOU’RE SUCH A LITTLE DORK WITH YOUR FACE AND YOUR HAIR AND YOUR CLOTHES AND YOUR ABILITY TO LIVE EVERY DREAM YOU’VE EVER HAD GOD DAMN YOU DAVID TENNANT