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Everyone needs this gif of Sebastian on their blog because it’s to PERFECT.
Is Jess with her? (I’m sorry don’t kill me)
Mary 😢
Maybe💁🏻♀️
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If Misha says it, well, it’s going to be okay :)
(you can share and reblog of course!)
Castiel is a Winchester. Reblog if you agree.
UwU🙏☄
Reblog if you support Brendon Urie coming out as Pansexual
wait hear me out…
so we all have that one fictional character we love no matter what they do, right?
what if they were supposed to be our soulmates but we were born in different universes?
when i was
a new fan
my otp dragged me down to hell where
i linger to this day.
they said “child when
you grow up
read lots of fluff and stay away from angst
or you’ll cry everyday”.
AND I DIDNT LISTEN CUZ IM A DUMB BITCH
Break a prop? Just put it back and walk away… ha ha!!
The houses
Remus Lupin’s belongings were boxed up neatly and stored in Harry’s attic. On a rainy autumn day, 10 year old Teddy was exploring, seeing what he could find when he stumbled upon the box labelled ‘Remus’. He delved in, carefully pulling out individual jumpers, each with several holes in them, accompanied by their own specific smells. Remus’s Gryffindor house sweater was on top, reeking heavily of smoke with undertones of mint from his friends’ smoking habit, badly covered up with a lot of chewing gum. Next was a cardigan with a list in one pocket and a receipt in the other. The list was a shopping list for a bookstore and the receipt was for a small cafe he liked to go to in his years alone. Another one was very neatly folded and smelt of soap, however a few, stray red hairs gave away the tale behind this one. His time spent at Grimmauld Place with the Weasleys was not long, but no one managed to avoid Molly’s laundry days. Finally, a softer, newer, blue sweater was folded at the bottom. A few small milk stains and an overwhelming scent of roses - his mother’s favourite perfume - were the variations in this piece. Instantly, Teddy knew that this must be from their short time spent together, as a family. He packed all but one of the jumpers back into their box, along with several trinkets that Remus had gathered over time. One jumper caught Teddy’s eye though. A small, green sweater. It became his favourite item of clothing, even making its way to Hogwarts with him in his first year. Little did Teddy know that his father wore that exact sweater on his way to his first day in Hogwarts, eyes bright but with nerves consuming him. Many great adventures ahead of them both.
Actuall trading card evidence of Sam staring at Gabriel’s butt.
happy birthday to this angel💞July 19, 1982💞
“Non-Canon” Harry Potter facts that all fans know
(What do you mean too many of these are Marauder related?)
If your Patronuses connect, you’re soul mates
Remus Lupin is sassy and loves chocolate
Lily Evans and Sirius Black were so close it made James jealous
Minerva McGonagall knew James Potter was a stag
The Potters are the most oblivious people on earth
Charlie Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks are best friends
Tonks sometimes changed into Dumbledore to confuse everyone
Teddy Lupin loves hanging out with Draco Malfoy
Sirius overused his name as a pun
A metamorgus’s hair color matches their emotions
James Potter’s middle name is Fleamont
James and Sirius wanted to name Harry “Elvendork” because “IT’S UNISEX”
Remus Lupin wears big sweaters
Sirius loves muggle bands and thinks he’s punk rock
Reblog if you
Watch more series than you actually have friends
amazing art oh gosh
Credit: @unbearable-bear
Whenever your OTP does literally anything:
So I wanted to find some badass fanart on the Internet, but apparently Google knows better:
I feel like Dean screaming should be the most reblogged gif on Tumblr
every inch of you is perfect, from the
to the
Perfect Ten
Summary: Just like his freckles and bowlegs, Dean’s slight pudge has always been a part of himself that he’s never felt completely comfortable with. After a few miserable days of unsuccessful dieting and choking down rabbit food, Cas reminds him exactly how beautiful he is.
“You’re getting kinda chubby!”
Charlie makes this remark lightly, offhandedly, as she passes by Dean on the way to breakfast that morning: Dean had been stretching his arms overhead in a yawn so that his cotton shirt rode up over his stomach, which Charlie takes the opportunity to poke.
Startled, he looks down just in time to see the disconcerting way in which her fingertip sort of smushes into the soft, freckly flesh.
Dean halts in his tracks, blinking comprehensively. “Wait, what?” is all he can think to say.
Charlie, who’d been nonchalantly continuing on her way down the hall, turns to look at him. “Well, you don’t have to sound so offended about it,” she laughs. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way or anything!”
Dean folds his arms defensively. “Then what did you mean, Charles?”
“First of all, I answer only to Charlie, Ms. Bradbury, or the Illustrious Queen of Moondoor. Next, I just meant you put on a couple pounds. Maybe getting a bit of a tummy. It’s no big deal.”
Dean looks comprehensively down at his stomach. Now that he thinks about it, he has been eating more these days – he’s been going through sort of a “nesting period” during his relationship with Cas: lots of baking pies, burgers, etc. He didn’t think it was noticeable.
Taking note of the gravity of his expression, Charlie laughs, punching him lightly in the shoulder. “You don’t have to look so glum about it! It’s cute.”
Dean glowers at her, tugging self consciously at his t-shirt. “M’not cute,” he mutters grouchily. “I’m a warrior.”
Charlie laughs again. “Alright, warrior. Hurry up and take care of your morning breath – Kevin’s making waffles again!”
With that, Charlie skips off down the hall, leaving Dean to steep in his juices. He lets Charlie laugh it off, of course – he knows she didn’t mean any harm – but the fact is, Dean’s always known he’s had a little bit of pudge around his midsection, and he’s always been the slightest bit insecure about it. Just like his freckles and bowlegs, it’s one of the things about himself that he’s never particularly liked.
His one solace was convincing himself that these features weren’t as noticeable to everyone else as they are to him. Now, that seems to have changed.
Dean pulls up the rim of his shirt, noting sourly the way in which his pudge protrudes slightly over the waistband of his pajama pants.
Suddenly he doesn’t feel so hungry anymore.
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