GravitationFreak

capsiclesandironhearts:

hippity-hoppity-brigade:

theshoutingendoflife:

piratefaafy:

elevensies-:

they said it couldn’t be done

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THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT VISUAL PUN TO HAVE EVER BEEN POSTED ON THE INTERNET.

WHAT IS HAPPENING

omfg just imagine dean winchester’s face when he sees this

(Source: blaaargh)

papertowns-paperpeople:

foodlovingmermaid:

mysticfeather:

oceanaroll:

charleneeeeeee:

29knutstoasickle:

Break a prop? Just put it back and walk away… ha ha!!

Emma’s reaction though 

Sometimes it freaks me out how much like their characters they are. Emma’s very concerned, Dan saves the day, Rupert laughs.

I’m never not reblogging this. They’re just so damn cute…

i love how dan doesn’t even think or blame emma he just put’s it back and it never even happened

we should’ve known dan would lead a life of delinquency somewhere down the road. no kid reacts that fast without knowing what theyre doing

yoo-neek:

Intimacy

[from a guy’s perspective]

Sure we don’t get to physically see one another often, but her voice compensates for the loss. Although we’re not physically in contact, it’s almost as if her voice becomes tangible, it’s soft and strangely addicting to the ear.

Every night, I’m slothing around my room just talking to her over the phone. Sometimes I’ll lay in my bed listening to her tell me stories, and sometimes I end up on the floor— but you know, when you’re carelessly talking to someone like her, the carpet suddenly has the capability to be just as comfortable as a bed.

I get her in my bed almost every night, just being intimate— nonono, not like that. Just pillow talk. Intimacy isn’t necessarily always physical, and I think people forget that sometimes. People also forget that constantly talking isn’t necessarily communication. So when she tells me about her day, I listen because I’m interested. Her day isn’t dressed in sexy lingerie, it’s just a day like any other day, and I’m interested even when the line goes silent and she’s fast asleep. People have to share these moments, because that’s what intimacy is: sharing. 

So when she tells me a joke, and our laughter overlaps, the emotion we share is as intimate as it gets. We’re in contact, yet not in contact at all. It’s as if the coarseness of my voice, and the sweetness of hers just clash to compose some sort of harmony. Our bodies aren’t overlapping, but our laughter was intertwining us into something intimate, an entanglement between us that is too difficult unravel. I guess you can say she touched my heart with her voice. The voice equivalent to her touch.. It’s almost like I can feel it. It’s soft and strangely addicting. Nearly tangible. It’s intimacy..

thegoddamazon:

The dehydration of sugar in sulfuric acid, science motherfuckers.

Mmmm, a nice steaming cup of-HOLY FUCK. 

How to summon Satan’s Cock, obviously.