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Can you hear me sobbing
Omfg who made this where is this from???
Pedophiles are literally worse than Satan.
I take it you two are interested in becoming homeowners.
Supernatural Hiatus Creations | Week Four Female Hunters
Bad-ass ladies who gave up their lives fighting for the greater good.
New original 3D animated movie: Ducks. The secret life of ducks when humans aren’t looking.
Whenever ducks fly south in the winter, they’re actually flying to a big city of ducks where they talk and have jobs and have traffic lights with pictures of ducks in them and every billboard and storefront is a bird pun.
A generic duck guy is a young adult who feels inadequate because his dad is a big broker in the bread stock exchange.
He accidentally reveals the secret life of ducks to a human child, and now he must take her south with him to duck city. On the way they get into hijinks and find out about a big duck conspiracy or something.
I was thinking at first this was an actual movie
It will be if you just give me 3 years and $150,000,000
How many times would “duck” be confused between the physical action and the animal in question?
12 times for comedic effect. 1 time used ironically in a sad moment in the end of act II. And 1 time in the last act when the protagonist has to say something badass when he defeats the bad guy.
the evil guy is a goose. Geese and ducks have never gotten along, and geese are banned from Duckland™. There is also an obligatory scene because of this where police ducks have suspects lined up and the victim goes “duck…duck… duck… GOOSE.” and the goose gets arrested
If this post gets 100,000 notes, I’m gonna start writing the script.
so in writer’s craft our assignment is to write the worst poem we can possibly create
and we’re having a contest and i think i’m going to win
Okay here’s a dramatic reading of it
aRE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME I’M GONNA PISS
EVERY FUCKING TIME
(insp.)
why are u spreading misinformation abt carrie fisher's death? she died of heart complications
No she drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra
((Anon anon anon you inspire me with such sweetness and I couldn’t help but add on some fluff. Honestly best gift ever!))
Dean’s been gone for two weeks and Sam’s at the end of his rope. Dad had dragged him away as soon as Sam got settled in at the new school and the empty motel room only seemed to echo Dean’s absence more and more as they days till Christmas dwindled. He’d found a tree that had been left on the side of the road with half the branches missing on one side but as long as it was turned in the corner you couldn’t tell.
Dean would like it.
So with half a Christmas tree and a cold spot on the side of the bed nearest the door he waited. He waited and tried his best not to look at the phone or think about how he would be contacted if the werewolf hunt had gone south. If his brother was bleeding out in a forest somewhere. It didn’t really work but he pretended because Dean would be disappointed if he worried himself sick.
Christmas Eve found him staring at the flickering television, half paying attention Die Hard when the sound of the impala’s engine caught him off guard. His breath caught in his chest as the engine cut off and the familiar sound of heavy boots in snow worked their way to the door before it opened and suddenly-
“Sammy- God I’m so sorry baby we got caught in a storm and I had to take the long way through Denver and Dad’s staying with Gary and it was just a mess man.” He took off his coat and absently rubbed his neck. “I uh got you something but… I mean it’s not…” He held out a blue package to Sam who ignored it completely in favor of flinging his arms around his brothers waist. “Don’t care- whatever it is I love it but-” he pulled back to take the gift, gently pulling off the sticker bow and pressing it to Dean’s shirt.
“You’re my present this year.”
That Magical Month!!💫 by Thomas Sanders
Lesson LEARNED.
I LOVE THIS???????
Thomas: It’s December! [From behind camera] ♫ It’s beginning to look a lot like Christm- ♫
Person walking: I’m Jewish.
Both: ♫ Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel! ♫
Person: There you go.
Thomas: [laughs]
the fact that he got oUT OF HIS CAR TO SING WITH THIS GUY IS AMAZING
(this is so bad I never write but there’s not enough age regression fics out there)
Dean had a lot of thoughts going through his head about the day’s earlier activities, but the only one that seemed to matter now was how grateful he was that Sam had found a way to cope. Well, and, that he got to be Sam’s Daddy.
“Heya Sammy?” Dean called from the kitchen, making his younger brother’s favorite dish: mac and cheese with dino chicken nuggets. He was just glad that after all they’d went through that night, he was alive and well to be able to cook for Sam.
“Hm?!” Looking up from the numerous coloring pages and piles of crayons surrounding him, Sam devoted his attention to Dean. He had such an innocence to him, like this, in shortalls and a mickey mouse shirt with a multi-colored pacifier in his mouth. Dean had wished for years he could get these years back with Sam, and by some miracle he did.
“C’mere, would ya?” Dean added some pepper to the mac and cheese as he stirred it around, making sure all the butter was melted.
Sam huffed and got up, carefully stepping over his laid out toys all over the living space. Who’d have thought someone that wasn’t a toddler would have fun playing with a fisher price xylophone, or be so enthralled by Sofia the First.
He skipped over to Dean’s side, looking down at the dishes and then up at Dean hopefully. Dean smiled and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. “Almost time for dinner, Bud.”
The nickname made Sam smile more, and he headed to the kitchen table where Dean had already set his place. A Paw Patrol bowl with a Spiderman plate, and some cutlery with elephants on it was all Sam needed to have a good meal.
A few minutes passed and Dean dished up their food, and Sam dug in, humming at the taste of the food even though it barely touched his tongue. By the time Sam was finished, Dean hadn’t even made a dent. But Dean just chuckled and ruffled Sam’s hair, “Little boys need a lot of food, eh?”
Sam beamed up at him and giggled with a childhood innocence that Dean hadn’t seen in years. “Yes, Daddy,” Sam replied.
sky full of sugar by hellhoundsprey: moodboard ♡
powerful. there is no other word for how jared draws him in. like a magnet. their little solar system; sun jared and planet jensen. jared would assign the roles differently, of course. maybe planet ackles and moon tristan. jared makes him feel ten feet tall—like a god. like everything jensen does is a gift, a ceremony, destiny.
Okay, but how cute was it that Sam and Dean traded undershirts for the concert in 12x07? Was there a rushed quickie happening right before and they accidentally grabbed each other’s clothing and there was no time to change? Or was Dean simply adamant that fake Oasis-type rock stars would wear v-necks and demanded one of Sam’s t-shirts? And then Sam demanded one of Dean’s in exchange just to be an adorably contrary little brother? Ahh, my precious, codependent lil dorks.
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