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Oh come on now, stop this, you look like an actual angel. This is so unfair.


#I swear if Misha Collins was laying on me like a cheap suit #I would be all over him like a cheap whore

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Where He Belongs (◡‿◡✿)

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I straightened my hair and put on make up…

Also Tumblr friend coming to visit irl, so excite to see Rebecca again :D







[When Sir Patrick Stewart was asked to describe Sir Ian McKellen’s early days on the british stage]

Look at that smug face. And he’s doing a little dance!! You can see he’s victory dancing in his head xD [x]

Okay but

really though.



I mean:

(Ian McKellen as Hamlet, 1971. I mean, honestly.)


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handmade ceramic bowls from New York

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"Even the prettiest bombshell has insecurities.
You can either spend your life thinking your butt’s too big or feel sexy as hell.
Make the choice. Appreciate your body."

- Vicki Vantoch, The Threesome Handbook. (via hernameisboxcar)

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@mishacollins:My daughter is 1&1/2. She only says three words clearly: “mama,” “dadda,” & “Россия.” (She’s also anti-war.)


"We thought you died!" roars Sam, and his hands shake where they’re pinning Gabriel to the wall of the bunker, a forearm across his throat and palm on his chest. "We saw your corpse, saw the wings- we thought you were dead!”

Several emotions grace Gabriel’s face in quick succession - shock, confusion, a brief flicker of fear that morphs into something like guilt and is gone in a heartbeat. “Can’t take the trick out of trickster, kiddo,” he says, a bright grin pasted onto his face, but it’s hollow, the amusement behind it fake.

"We thought you died," repeated Sam, and his arms fall, slowly, no longer pressing bruises into Gabriel’s slightly-closer-to-human skin. The anger fades from his face, replaced by the exhaustion that has graven lines into it over the past year or two, ages him beyond his years and left his eyes hollow, red-rimmed. His hand catches on Gabriel’s shoulder, squeezes briefly as if he’s checking the archangel in front of him is still real.

And then it falls, drops to his side with the other - and Sam’s dropping, too.

His knees hit the floor with a crack that makes Gabriel wince, makes Dean start forward from where he’s been watching. He stops only at Castiel’s fingers on the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him backwards. This is not Dean’s fight; he will have his chance to air his grievances later, as Castiel had done earlier.

This, though. This is Sam’s turn.

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Wolves have a basic aversion to fighting and will do much to avoid any aggressive encounters.

It has been observed that a socialized wolf had become frantically upset upon witnessing its first dog fight. The distressed wolf intervened and eventually broke up the fight by pulling the aggressor off by the tail.


- David Mech and Luigi Boitani, “Wolves: Behavior, ecology, and conservation”, 2003 (via wolveswolves)

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"You punish yourself for being yourself."

- My counsellor. (via onceadoring)

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