I think Cat always has been and always will be desperately in love with Robbie whether they express is or not, whether they confirm it or not. They are always handing hands and they’ve kissed a couple times. Cat always runs away from Robbie, but she loves it and she loves that he chases her. She can’t stand seeing him with other girls, and I think she loves him. I don’t think I can picture Cat being with anyone but Robbie. - Ariana Grande

kindest-laugh:

If you reblog this post by June 21st, 2013 I will write down every single url that reblogged this and stick it in a jar and will scatter them all around this summer (I will be traveling in July). They might be taped in public bathrooms, thrown around at a concert, or left in a seat of a roller coaster…Who knows? Someone may find your url and message you saying where they found it. I promise I’ll do all of them.

morgan3vball:

mc-lovin-7936:

Lightning slowed down at 10,000 frames per second.


Omg :0

morgan3vball:

mc-lovin-7936:

Lightning slowed down at 10,000 frames per second.

Omg :0

littletrenchcoatangel:

audreyii-fic:

iepidemic:

eat-pie-in-221b-with-satan:


hiddleswiggles:


cractasticdispatches:


nekosmuse:


thewholockiansareinthetardis:



forsciencejohn:



ceesquatch:



daunt:



ramblingeekette:



This needs to be on everyone’s dashes again



Oh hey remember when Chris Pine….



human impala, anyone 



oh
my 
God



HEADCANON FUCKING ACCEPTED



Yes to human!Impala. And yes to this dude playing the part. Oh, Dean.


Oh lord. We missed it the first time this went around. And we would just like to say aksdhofiasknd YESYESYES


ALL the yes! Please someone write it. Dean/Impala 


YES.


Dean walked outside, loosening his tie as he and Sam went out to their car, on their way to the cemetery to burn the bones— it was a simple enough case. “Sam. Sam, where the hell.. where the hell is my car?!” Dean looked around anxiously, eyes falling on a younger man sitting on the curb where his car used to be. 
He stormed over to the young man and pulled him up by his shirt, glaring with intense eyes. “Where the hell is my car?!” Dean growled.
“It’s kinda sweet to see how much you actually care in person,” the other man replied coolly, voice like a low, deep purr.
Dean was taken aback for a moment, trying to process what he’d just said. He released his shirt and stared. “Excuse me? Who are you?” he asked, shooting a look over to Sam. His brother only shrugged, looking equally as confused.
The man adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair. “I… hm.” There was a pause before he shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve always just called me baby.”
Baby. Who the hell did he.. “Oh no fucking way,” Dean breathed out after finally putting the pieces together. “No way in hell.” He took a step back, rubbing his eyes to make sure that this wasn’t just a goddamn dream.
Sam was gaping slightly and caught the guy’s eye. “You’re… the Impala,” he said, not so much a question as it was a statement. “How does that happen?”
“Someone named Gabriel. One second I was a car, the next..” He gestured to his body, and stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “He said that you guys would have fun with this. Me. Or something like that.” A grin, almost a smirk, played at his lips as he eyes the two brothers.
Dean was speechless, and that never happened. After one more moment of looking at the man, he turned to face Sam. “Alright. Okay, just… go take care of the bones. I’ll stay here and babysit..” What the hell would he call him? “So do you have a name?”
The younger man shrugged. “You’ve only ever called me ‘baby’.” He was humming a song, like he couldn’t quite get it out of his head. This whole “being a human” thing wasn’t too bad at all. And seeing Sam and Dean for the first time… it was nothing short of amazing.
“Dude, are you humming Led Zeppelin?” he asked, unable to keep back a grin. The guy nodded, watching Sam walk off and tilting his head to the side slightly. God, that Winchester kid has a nice—
“Hey. Eyes up here,” Dean interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of the younger man. “Listen, until we figure this all out, you’re staying here with us. So come on baby, looks like we’re walking to the motel room.”
The other man nodded and followed behind Dean as they walked down the sidewalk. “Sounds good to me,” he responded, grinning devilishly, now humming a Metallica song.
Dean was so glad that no one else could see him blush.

littletrenchcoatangel:

audreyii-fic:

iepidemic:

eat-pie-in-221b-with-satan:

hiddleswiggles:

cractasticdispatches:

nekosmuse:

thewholockiansareinthetardis:

forsciencejohn:

ceesquatch:

daunt:

ramblingeekette:

This needs to be on everyone’s dashes again

Oh hey remember when Chris Pine….

human impala, anyone 

oh

my 

God

HEADCANON FUCKING ACCEPTED

Yes to human!Impala. And yes to this dude playing the part. Oh, Dean.

Oh lord. We missed it the first time this went around. And we would just like to say aksdhofiasknd YESYESYES

ALL the yes! Please someone write it. Dean/Impala 

YES.

Dean walked outside, loosening his tie as he and Sam went out to their car, on their way to the cemetery to burn the bones— it was a simple enough case. “Sam. Sam, where the hell.. where the hell is my car?!” Dean looked around anxiously, eyes falling on a younger man sitting on the curb where his car used to be. 

He stormed over to the young man and pulled him up by his shirt, glaring with intense eyes. “Where the hell is my car?!” Dean growled.

“It’s kinda sweet to see how much you actually care in person,” the other man replied coolly, voice like a low, deep purr.

Dean was taken aback for a moment, trying to process what he’d just said. He released his shirt and stared. “Excuse me? Who are you?” he asked, shooting a look over to Sam. His brother only shrugged, looking equally as confused.

The man adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair. “I… hm.” There was a pause before he shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve always just called me baby.”

Baby. Who the hell did he.. “Oh no fucking way,” Dean breathed out after finally putting the pieces together. “No way in hell.” He took a step back, rubbing his eyes to make sure that this wasn’t just a goddamn dream.

Sam was gaping slightly and caught the guy’s eye. “You’re… the Impala,” he said, not so much a question as it was a statement. “How does that happen?”

“Someone named Gabriel. One second I was a car, the next..” He gestured to his body, and stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “He said that you guys would have fun with this. Me. Or something like that.” A grin, almost a smirk, played at his lips as he eyes the two brothers.

Dean was speechless, and that never happened. After one more moment of looking at the man, he turned to face Sam. “Alright. Okay, just… go take care of the bones. I’ll stay here and babysit..” What the hell would he call him? “So do you have a name?”

The younger man shrugged. “You’ve only ever called me ‘baby’.” He was humming a song, like he couldn’t quite get it out of his head. This whole “being a human” thing wasn’t too bad at all. And seeing Sam and Dean for the first time… it was nothing short of amazing.

“Dude, are you humming Led Zeppelin?” he asked, unable to keep back a grin. The guy nodded, watching Sam walk off and tilting his head to the side slightly. God, that Winchester kid has a nice—

“Hey. Eyes up here,” Dean interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of the younger man. “Listen, until we figure this all out, you’re staying here with us. So come on baby, looks like we’re walking to the motel room.”

The other man nodded and followed behind Dean as they walked down the sidewalk. “Sounds good to me,” he responded, grinning devilishly, now humming a Metallica song.

Dean was so glad that no one else could see him blush.

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fuentastico:

myblackromance:

brunabrunette:

brunabrunette:

25 90’s-2000’s Pop/punk rock mashup

HOLY SHIT THIS IS FREAKING AMAZING

1) “In Too Deep” - Sum 41 
2) “Misery Business” - Paramore
3) “Helena” - My Chemical Romance
4) “American Idiot” - Green Day
5) “Feeling This” - Blink 182
6) “Basketcase” - Green Day
7) “Stay Together for the Kids” - Blink 182
8) “Gives You Hell” - All-American Rejects
9) “The Rock Show” - Blink 182
10) “The Middle” - Jimmy Eat World
11) “I Caught Fire” - the Used
12) “Sugar, We’re Going Down” - Fall Out Boy
13) “That’s What You Get” - Paramore
14) “Five Mintues to Midnight” - Boys Like Girls
15) “Move Along” - All-American Rejects
16) “Stacy’s Mom” - Fountains of Wayne
17) “Dear Maria, Count Me In” - All Time Low
18) “Crushcrushcrush” - Paramore
19) “Here (In Your Arms)” - Hellogoodbye
20) “Who I Am Hates Who I’ve Been” - Relient K
21) “Soul Meets Body” - Death Cab For Cutie
22) “The Future Freaks Me Out” - Motion City Soundtrack
23) “My Friends Over You” - New Found Glory
24) “Fat Lip” - Sum 41
25) “Teenagers” - My Chemical Romance
“Perfect” - Simple Plan

OMG OMG 

imageimage

PERFECT

I’m trying to sing all at the same time!! I’m dead

crying I can’t even

skinny-depression:

this really, really gets to me.
you see the blade up there, with wings. like it’s the savior and an angel coming when we need it the most. the open wrists releases dark emotions and dark powers and dark monsters that’s inside of us, that’s being let out when the angel, the blade, cuts the wrist open and makes it all better. 
this photo is just way too powerful not to reblog. everything in this photo makes so much sense

skinny-depression:

this really, really gets to me.

you see the blade up there, with wings. like it’s the savior and an angel coming when we need it the most. the open wrists releases dark emotions and dark powers and dark monsters that’s inside of us, that’s being let out when the angel, the blade, cuts the wrist open and makes it all better. 

this photo is just way too powerful not to reblog. everything in this photo makes so much sense

just-for-the-reblogs:

charliefuckingeld:

stayhappygetinspired:

aworldofexperiences:

helloo-t1tty:

This is not ok.

Tears are streaming down my face. Oh god.

Well fuck you too

thanks satan

*Metatron