Lets Go Hunt

my names Danny, i'm nothing special but you seem lovely my old name use to be : winchesterwho so you're not confused

[ashy-slashy13]

This is the fantastic promposal my best friend did for me today. It was everything a fangirl could want and then some

[alex-shmalex]

Heres the script! The video missed the beginning, most importantly Doctor Who and Lord of the Rings. 

"Once  upon a time in the not-so-kingdom of Campbell Middle school, I saw a creature lurking and loathing in the shadows of the outdoor breakfast area. I, a renowned socialite and a knight, fearlessly approached this creature and stated magical, powerful words:

“Good Morning sunshine, I’m Alex”.

Turns out that creature was actually a wild hungover Ashley, barely surviving on redbull. Since then, we’ve formed a remarkable friendship.

You are the Donna to my Doctor and the Pond to my Raggedy Man,

Always nagging at me across space and time, but also….always there.

You are the Fili to my Kili, and the Sam to my Frodo,

You’ve helped me prove that one can, in fact, simply walk into mordor.

You are the Grover to my Percy and the Artemis to my Apollo,

A best friend in quests (that feeds me!) and a sister bound to me by the gods.

You are the Harley to my Joker,

Creating cynical chaos in all of gotham city, ignoring all the rules.

You are the Alice to my Hatter,

We’ve gone down the rabbit hole and made wonderland our own.

You are the Han Solo to my Chewbacca, well, maybe not that cool. More like the Luke Skywalker to my Darth Vader.

Yes, I am your father.

You are the John to my Paul.

I’m obviously the cuter beatle, but we wouldn’t be known without each other.

And now a more modern boyband:

You are the Louis to my Harry,

Cause sometimes we have our gay moments.

And you’re also the Draco to my Harry (the other one),

We always argue but in the end you always lose.

You are the Rum to my Jack, the Turner to my Sparrow,

I wouldn’t be as clever or clumsy as I am without you by my side.

And You are the mackle to my more,

cause you know we go thrift shopping all the time.

You are the awkward to my castiel,

because damn are you awkward.

And You are the Misty to my Ash,

You follow me everywhere, and you’ll never be as much a pokemon master as me.

You are the also the Peach to my Mario,

Mariokart and super smash version of course, cause I always kick your butt.

The last two were mean sorry not sorry….

And also,

You are the Sally to my Jack Skellington,

You fall apart sometimes but I’ll always be here to put you back together.

And You are the Tinkerbell to my Peter Pan,

Again, you nag, and you do that friend thing where you hate any “Wendy” i’ve ever been with.

But without you I wouldn’t fly, and without you i’d probably grow up.

However, above all these things,

Above all these nations and planets and middle earths and wonderlands and neverlands,

You are the Ashley to my Alex.

Thankyou.

So, Will you go to prom with me?”

[ta2vox]

Andrew Scott - “The Stag” Premiere (x)

[jaredandjensen]

[ssjdebusk]

the fact that this picture exists makes me happy

[kendaspntwd]

[faultinourstarsmovie]

One note = one vote. Like or reblog to vote for your state! Go your-state-name-here!

[faultinourstarsmovie]

One note = one vote. Like or reblog to vote for your state! Go your-state-name-here!

[miscollins-deactivated20140427]

[deanswande]

the HAIR

[casfucker]

I LOVE HOW HE’S GAGGED IN LIKE THE LEAST EFFECTIVE BUT HOTTEST WAY POSSIBLE[x]

[ateacherwhogames]

YOU HAVE A FETISH

[yes-i-am-lucifer-blog]

LOOK AT HIM

WE ALL HAVE THIS FETISH 

[youmakegandhicry]

[newtnewtie]

[deckardcain-blog]

[ohitscole]

8 month old baby hearing his mother’s voice for the first time with cochlear implant

My very favorite post on tumblr~

[thelightwithinourdreams]

I just love the way his pacifier falls off, like he’s so amazed and then he’s like OH MY GOD MY MOM SOUNDS GORGEOUS

[endgamez009]

Simply beautiful

[aaronpavl-blog]

seduce me with breaking bad references

[punkwarrenmoving]

get off the toilet

[aaronpavl-blog]

im so turned on

[enieslobbie]

[snarkystiles]

[a-whole-new-level-of-freak-blog]

I love that we have a gif for this too

[redrainyumbrella]

It won’t load so I’ll just assume that it might be the gif of that cat from supernatural

[thestoutorialist]

“Excuse me while I throw this down, I’m old and cranky and tired of hearing the idiocy repeated by people who ought to know better. Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing. Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever. Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as babies of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions. Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them. Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides. Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not. Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to. Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced. Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real. There is a phrase I wish I could engrave upon the hearts of every single person, everywhere in the world, and it is this sentence which comes from the genius lips of the grand and eloquent Mr. Glenn Marla: There is no wrong way to have a body. I’m going to say it again because it’s important: There is no wrong way to have a body. And if your moral compass points in any way, shape, or form to equality, you need to get this through your thick skull and stop with the “real women are like such-and-so” crap. You are not the authority on what “real” human beings are, and who qualifies as “real” and on what basis. All human beings are real. Yes, I know you’re tired of feeling disenfranchised. It is a tiresome and loathsome thing to be and to feel. But the tit-for-tat disenfranchisement of others is not going to solve that problem. Solidarity has to start somewhere and it might as well be with you and me.”

Hanne Blank (via thestoutorialist)

[themortalyeti]

[dreadfully-dull-blog]

do you ever, all of a sudden, get this overwhelming wave of self hatred? like suddenly you hate your body, every inch, your face, your voice, your smile, your laugh, your personality. you just want to disappear because you can’t stand to be yourself.

[fuck-bitches-get-money-deactiva]