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end-this-war:

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secretly-misha:

itsnachoday:

sometimes I’m chandler, sometimes I’m joey

mostly I am chandler though

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7 Skeptical Dogs [tastefullyoffensive]

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twistingfortunes:

REMEMBER THE END?!?!

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2014!FUTURE!CAS SAID THAT HE HAD NO POWERS BECAUSE THE ANGELS LEFT

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“NO MATTER WHAT CHOICES YOU MAKE WHATEVER DETAILS YOU ALTER YOU WILL ALWAYS END UP HERE”

  • AHA
  • hAHAHAHA
  • HAHAHAHAHAHA HELP

OKAY I’LL JUST SIT OVER HERE IN THIS CORNER AND DIE NOW.

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super-who-potter-locked:

waywardjerk:

gallifreyantimelady:

daaaaaaaaaaaaaaalek:

can we pretend that angels in the night sky are like shooting stars

dean could really use cas right now, cas right now

YOU FUCKER

GET OUT

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There goes the Protag on his goat like always….♪

COuld they make one of the games look like this?

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gan-firling:

lestradescakeprintthong:

dirk-gives-ironic-head:

moriartyisqueen:

Mitt Romney goes to prom
Mitt Promney

Mitt Romney goes for food

Mitt Nomney

Mitt Romney gets a sex change 

Mitt Momney

Mitt Romney is explosive
Mitt Bombney

Mitt Romney can’t sleep

Mitt Insomney

Mitt Romney loses the election

Mitt Romney

Mitt Romney is on Supernatural

Dick Roman 

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When you only get 3 hours of sleep because you decided to stay up all night on Tumblr:

sodamnrelatable:

On the outside you’re like:

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But on the inside:

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the-doctress:

ianoshea:

What if there was a tumblr summer camp where you did fandom related activities and you sat in the grass outside and blogged and got to meet everyone you’ve met on tumblr and you could eat all you wanted it would be so much fun

This needs to happen

Let’s call it camp half-blood

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sometimes-butts:

ibnuprofen:

hotdog-friend:

is that butter

no it’s stonehenge

I can’t believe it’s not butter

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spockward: coffeehouseroses: itsrainingcatsandnoodles: chasexjackson: notcinderellamayberobinhood: ionlyblogturtles: livingmywayeveryday: n-0-t-p-e-r-f-e-c-t: owl-outside-chris-house: vickified: hijackieee: “If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?” omg yes lol yes, so then i can shave. Yes. reblog it everytime, cause it’s so stunning.  Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!      One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.      0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s      Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.” xD, love, can i keep it?, that was beautiful Knowing this website I sort of expected the soulmate to be a plate of lasagna I expected a mirror This is actually from a movie you guys you can go watch it it’s really interesting Zoom

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itsrainingcatsandnoodles:

chasexjackson:

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ionlyblogturtles:

livingmywayeveryday:

n-0-t-p-e-r-f-e-c-t:

owl-outside-chris-house:

vickified:

hijackieee:

“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”

omg yes

lol yes, so then i can shave.

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Yes.

reblog it everytime, cause it’s so stunning. 

Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

xD, love, can i keep it?,

that was beautiful

Knowing this website I sort of expected the soulmate to be a plate of lasagna

I expected a mirror

This is actually from a movie you guys you can go watch it it’s really interesting

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