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illusionwaltz

How well do you see color?

I’m cry I scored 60, I feel blind

batter666-deactivated20180822

so everyone is aware, a lower score on this means a better score.

thegaybeany

I got a 30!!!!!!!! Yes!

blinkingkills

7, but i’m an art student so

lovemazes

@ilovejjp

figmentof

I got 6. but i work in vfx and ui/web design so i need to be sensitive to stuff like this

velvetcas

i got a 0 ayyyyyeeeee

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samxdean

Heaven is wherever I’m with you.

#Prev. feliznavicas #destiel #spn #what'd ya say we queue some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell

artofmisi

today’s my birthday so i decided to doodle some babies as a gift to myself ;u;

#Prev. feliznavicas #destiel #spn #fanart #what'd ya say we queue some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell

marauders4evr

Do you know what pains me?

Sirius didn’t know that the Dursleys were abusive.

At the end of Prisoner of Azkaban, he automatically assumes that Harry would rather live with them than with him. In the Goblet of Fire, Harry writes to him about Dudley’s video games and diet habits but never explicitly mentions anything about being abused. Even when he gets to Grimmauld Place in the Order of the Phoenix, he expresses his anger at not receiving information and though we know that he was also emotionally exhausted from spending another summer at an abusive household, he never discloses it. In fact, seeing as how he protected Dudley, Sirius could just as well be under the impression that the two were very close.

And I hate this so much because Sirius Orion Black grew up in an abusive household and if he had known for a single second that his godson was facing the same thing that he had faced, he would have really blown up a street in an attempt to get to Privet Drive and rescue Harry.

And it also breaks my heart because you know that Harry knew this which meant that he was more worried about his godfather’s safety and freedom than he was his own health.

#Prev. feliznavicas #this is sad #not spn #what'd ya say we queue some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell

mxshcollins

Date me.

#Prev. feliznavicas #dammmmn #looking good babe #guys look how cute #pretty people #not spn #what'd ya say we queue some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell

bamf-castiel

Fallen.

#Prev. feliznavicas #yes pls #love this so much #spn #punk!cas #what'd ya say we queue some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell

midget-banana

Goodbye Stranger Reverse!Verse Part I (x)

#Prev. feliznavicas #fUCK #spn #destiel #blood tw #what'd ya say we queue some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell

evqnbuckley

If you love someone, tell them

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bowlegschester

trashchancosplay

jfc whenever i see this scene I laugh because I remember that IKEA post saying “how would otps react to building the furniture together”

Thank you. You just made a heart breaking scene absolutely hilarious.

venusdebotticelli

#I’M JUST IMAGINING THE ORANGE GLOW COMING FROM THE FURNITURE LITERALLY BEING ON FIRE AT THIS POINT (via compassionatedragon)

#Prev. feliznavicas #this will never not make me laugh #what'd ya say we queue some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell

museaway

They kiss for the first time in the bunker’s kitchen. Dean shuffles up wearily beside Cas in front of the coffee pot, and mumbles, “Morning.” His hand doesn’t reach the cabinet pull before Cas taps his shoulder and slides him a mug, already filled, and Dean thinks nothing of leaning over that extra inch.

They kiss for the first time during a stakeout, huddled together because the engine makes too much noise to let the car idle, and it’s not forty degrees tonight. Cas’s breath is warm against his cheek and when he whispers Dean’s name, it comes out like fog that Dean chases to its source.

They kiss for the first time on the hood of the Impala, watching the stars, while Sam politely looks away; inside a locked bathroom door, gauze covering the worst of Dean’s injuries and a bruise blooming on Castiel’s jaw; lying on a motel bed, Netflix forgotten on the laptop between them.

Their first kiss is in Maine, in Michigan, in Kansas, in California; in a greasy spoon over breakfast and broken down on the side of a highway. The kiss is tender and frightened and heated and chaste; long and lingering, and over too fast.

So many times, Dean has imagined kissing him. They could have a second, a third, a lifetime, if he could get past the first.

#Prev. feliznavicas #I AM SCREAMING #this is too cute to be real #and also AHHH #destiel #ficlet #what'd ya say we queue some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell