24 7 / 2014

leela-summers:

Australians on Tumblr Part 3

Part 1: x
Part 2: x

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24 7 / 2014

cherubim-castiels-cheeks:

pensive-fallen-angel:

theotheristhedoctor:

falling-in-love-with-fandoms:

dahliasheng:

Naomi, 8.23 | Gadreel, 9.23

THE ONLY TWO ANGELS WHO ACTUALLY REDEEMED THEMSELVES AND STEPPED BACK AND KNEW THEIR SHIT AND THEY ARE FUCKING DEAD FUCK THIS SHIT

um …

LUCIFER: Gabriel, if you’re doing this for Michael… 

GABRIEL: Screw him. If he were standing here, I’d shiv his ass too. 

LUCIFER: You disloyal— 

GABRIEL: Oh, I’m loyal. To them! 

LUCIFER

Who? These so called Gods? 

GABRIEL: To people, Lucifer. People 

LUCIFER:So you’re willing to die, for a pile of cockroaches. Why? 

GABRIEL: Because Dad was right. They are better than us. 

LUCIFER: They are broken. Flawed! Abortions. 

GABRIEL: Damn right they’re flawed. But a lot of them try. To do better, to forgive. And you should see the Spearmint Rhino! I’ve been riding the pine a long time. But I’m in the game now, and I’m not on your side, or Michael’s. I’m on theirs. 

Reblogging because Gabriel is the one who’s in love with humanity.

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24 7 / 2014

icantdotheonesteptwostep:

shouldertappingghosts:

haiirflip:

today a guy confirmed that at boy sleepovers they do in fact talk about girls and who they like a good majority of the time i just thought this would be useful information

Why does this have so many notes? What did you think we do at sleepovers? Meth? Animal sacrifice?

Well thats what girls do

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24 7 / 2014

sophienorthcott:

Charlie is the best thing about Twilight 

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24 7 / 2014

thatthinginyourshoe:

lil-bit-ghei:

lil-bit-ghei:

"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.

So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.
He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”
Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.

you fucking go girl

thatthinginyourshoe:

lil-bit-ghei:

lil-bit-ghei:

"What were you wearing?"

I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”

I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.

So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.
We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.

He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”

Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.

you fucking go girl

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24 7 / 2014

Dave Franco taking his profile picture for Tinder (x)

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24 7 / 2014

I told you. All the men in my life die.
I’m not a man in your life, okay? You said so yourself. I’m a little shitpot.

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24 7 / 2014

jimmysnowvakk:

winjennster:

destielpasta:

Omg look it’s two female characters with a purpose and emotions and BONUS they also mirror the lead two boys perfectly… I know what we should do. Let’s kill ‘em.

It’s important to note one thing about Jo and Ellen’s deaths.
Season five was intended by Kripke and all parties as the FINAL SEASON.
He was killing off everyone around Sam and Dean because the show was coming to an end.

THANK YOU.

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24 7 / 2014

son-of-an-assbutt:

casually reblogged this again

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24 7 / 2014

  • 1: shit baby you're so wet already
  • 2: that's actually just vaginal discharge and my body is cleansing itself from bacteria and dead cells to prevent infection and to maintain optimal reproductive health i'm not even all that turned on right now and i would prefer to go get some food or something