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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Starks™ (◡‿◡✿)
So cuuuute 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
The new Secretary of Education.
Me sitting in on co-teacher's French class
Student: Madame, why are French fries just "fries" in French?
Madame: because they're not originally from France, that's a common mistake
Me: I guess you could say it's ... "The French Mistake"
“Have you come down from heaven,…
…or am I in heaven with you?”
this tip tho!!!!!!!!
I need to try this for trips I only bring a carry-on to.
I use to do this all the time in the military. Just forgot how to over time o.o
I wish I’d known about this when I was homeless.
I could’ve taught it to all the other ladies at the shelter and Darlene could’ve sucked a sour one because she never would have been able to bitch at us for “having too many clothes.”
reblogging this to have it forever because holy god damn
Daily reminder that the first Valentine's Day after Dean met Cas he refused to go out and have meaningless sex 😄😄
Nice convo with my mom
Mom: Ya mero va a ser día de las madres, a ver que me compran.
Me: But mom, you always tell me que no tengo madre.
Mom: Pos entonces chinga tu madre
Tom hides the eggs, and I have to say he did an exceptional job this year.
talk to me :-)
this or that
would you rather
tell me about your crush
tell me a story
tell me about your favourite thing
recommend me music/tv/movies
tell me about your favourite blogs/bloggers
tell me why you follow me
what 3 things to you associate me with
send me your favourite quote
tell me about your day
truth/dare
send me a name and ill tell you a story about someone i know with that name
describe yourself on anon
tbh just send anything
Famous Disney Characters As Ethnically Correct Humans by Pugletto.
I love this
Omg
the signs when sad
Aries: pushy, mean, slightly aggressive but all they want is a supportive hug Taurus: impatient yet sensitive so they isolate themselves, binges on anything in sight, comforting conversations and rants tend to cure it Gemini: silent, keeps it a secret, nerves and overthinking, needs to lean on others but never admits it Cancer: shuts off all communication with others, cries silently to self, snug blankets, long hugs and warm cups of tea help Leo: brushes it off externally while it eats them up inside, music and a social event is sure to brighten their day Virgo: overthinks everything making themselves feel worse, reading to try distract their mind Libra: numb, bottles it all up, wallows in themselves, socializing with people who truly care Scorpio: cries at night, stays away from people and parties, fresh air and the open road clears their mind to free their emotions Sagittarius: takes it out on other people in the form of anger, knows exactly what to say to affect you, allow them to simmer and calm Capricorn: lack of motivation, on edge and very tense, seems blank and emotionless, a good long bubble bath with a glass of wine will help them relax Aquarius: untalkative and cold, quieter than usual, normally doesn’t want any attention when feeling this way Pisces: feels every negative thought all at once, anxiety rules them, irritable, retreats into their own world, needs someone close to trust with their life to help
Tru ♓️
You Don’t Deserve Her Love
“I’m drunk” you sighed, resigned, leaning forward on your bar stool and clumsily letting your jaw come to rest on your hand, propped up by your elbow.
“I know, princess” Dean agreed, tilting his head and matching your agreement with his polite smile.
“Now, you-” lazily swinging your head to face Dean, you jabbed a finger a little too close to his face. “Don’t call me that.”
He flinched slightly, ever so slightly. “Why not?”
“Because you- you know Dean. You know it’s unfair” you slurred that last word, whining it a little.
“Unfair?” now there was genuine confusion on his countenance.
“You- you see, you call me princess, sweetheart, sugar- whatever takes your bloody fancy” your rolled your eyes vigorously, but it was apparent that that was more to get your point across effectively than to have malicious intentions. “And then you- then you have to be so beautiful, with those- you know, with those hands, and lips and stupid shitting hair and arms and- and you’re so lovely, and then, Dean then” you wagged that same finger at him right under his nose.
His mouth was opened and he followed your finger with his eyes.
“-you have to go do the- you have to go sleep with some really pretty- really- r-really beautiful girl- then you’re back to calling me sweetheart again the next day” you finished, now in even more emotional despair than before.
Dean swallowed, and looked at you. He just… looked. He was fascinated; this was more truth than the amount you’d ever told him, put together, and he… he wanted you to go on. More than wanted.
“I don’t get it, Dean. You know, occasionally when you- when you tell me I look nice and start blushing or call me one of those stupid names… I think you might actually think I’m something… something more than just another hunter. Something- someone- pretty. Maybe even beautiful. And then you just- you just take it all away because, you, Dean” this time, it was a rather sharp poke in the chest that Dean evidently chose to ignore. “You always have to be so goddamn beautiful, and like people so much more goddamn beautiful than me” you shook your head, widening your eyes at him and turning up the corners of your mouth in a strangely fond ‘oh, you’ gesture.
There was a miniscule moment of silence, while you just looked at each other, searching each other’s eyes, searching for something to say… and that was when a woman - a very lovely looking woman, you internally remarked - approached Dean, ready to hit on him like a piñata at a kids’ party.
“I’ll- I’ll leave you to it, then, sweetheart” you drawled before giving Dean an opportunity to react to either of you, abruptly rising from your bar stool and strolling off, dragging your fingertips along the bar top as you went.
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more?
First time reading drunk!Reader and I love it!
You ever get sick of trying? Just want to say "Fuck this, fuck you, I'm done." Yeah, it's not a good feeling.
When I was in first grade the teacher would have us get into two lines and hold the hand of the person next us in the other line so I would always wait and count to make sure I was next to the boy I liked so I could hold his hand
Happy 37th Birthday Darling Dean ♥♥♥♥