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Biochemist. Dreamer. Slasher.
"'Tis bittersweet to discover the wonders

of fiction and how sorely lacking reality

seems when compared to it."
everybodyilovedies:

CHRIS EVANS RETWEETED RDJ I REPEAT CHRIS EVANS RETWEETED RDJ sirdef BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES

everybodyilovedies:

CHRIS EVANS RETWEETED RDJ I REPEAT CHRIS EVANS RETWEETED RDJ sirdef BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES

caroldanvrs:

Sebastian Stan at Jane Eyre New York Premiere  3/9/2011

(Source: lawyerupasshole)

Intricate foldable paper art, amazing detail. #wheninvietnam #souvenir

Intricate foldable paper art, amazing detail. #wheninvietnam #souvenir

unknownfluids:

geekishchic:

luseybutt:

This is what our teacher taught us on the last day of French class.  Did I mention she’s awesome?

always fucking reblog

hehe youre missing alot of them hehehe

unknownfluids:

geekishchic:

luseybutt:

This is what our teacher taught us on the last day of French class.  Did I mention she’s awesome?

always fucking reblog

hehe youre missing alot of them hehehe

(Source: itsadamparker)

Yes, Arya thought. Yes, it’s you who ought to run, you and Lord Tywin and the Mountain and Ser Addam and Ser Amory and stupid Ser Lyonel whoever he is, all of you better run or my brother will kill you, he’s a Stark, he’s more wolf than man, and so am I.

(Source: aryaunderfoots)

araka49:

DEEPLY IN LOVE NOW
(´・ω・`)熱戀中情侶狀態

araka49:

DEEPLY IN LOVE NOW

(´・ω・`)熱戀中情侶狀態

tatallalock:

Soon…

casthewise:

Coda to 9.18: “Meta Fiction”

“Dammit, Dean!”

DammitDammitDammit—Dammit, Cas!

Non-existent green eyes peak behind the barricade of his memories, every spoken word of concern clawing at his skin in a the ghost of an echo. Castiel eyes the minibar.

“What’s honourable about a miniature bar in a motel room?”

Pulling open the yellow door, the angel reaches for a tiny bottle. He pulls out one at random. Tequila. Oh. Castiel remembers tequila. He almost breaks the bottle for how hard he’s gripping it.

“Everything.”

Cas thinks he understands now.

The honour is not in the alcohol, it’s in the choice; in the mere existence of that God-awful ugly piece of machinery, glaring at him from its spot on the floor. Castiel can appreciate that. He can understand that. He can ‘get behind that’. But he doesn’t need a drink.

He needs a liquor store.

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