wretcheddelilah replied to your post: who do i have to seduce to get anonymous smut in…
you don’t know how much i want to accept this challenge to trolloh shit i forgot you were here
it’s no secret that i read porn right
i’ll be right back
my mom’s got the 50 shades of grey trilogy somewhere in here
and no
well this’ll be interesting
so i was so tired today at school that while making tea i poured both a sachet of sugar and then of milk into the bin
the fact i did it twice doesn’t help me in any defense
i should’ve just pretended it was a new tea-making ritual or something
though what a waste of milk and sugar
hi this is what Cas looked like when he was about to be killed
and this is what he looked like when he got saved
okay bye
ooc. oMFG. I CAN’T
Always reblog
I actually really needed this right now, I know you’re not here, you’re so far away, but I heard that in your voice and I don’t think I could feel more suicidal than I do now. But your voice in my head makes me want to keep going, for you, to make you proud
reblogging because of that ^^
(Source: foreva-broken)
Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
(Source: dopeenigguh)
At first Dean didn’t see Blue Eyes on the plane. Something inside the lieutenant dropped; he’d really hoped for that officer to make it. And then the Winchester spotted the tousled black hair in a corner— almost missed it, in fact. Unbuckling himself, Dean told Benny he was going to talk to someone. He wasn’t asked who, much to Dean’s relief, because now that he thought about it… Benny had mocked Blue Eyes before. Dean hadn’t known who he was at the time.
Making his way over, climbing over packs discarded on the ground— meticulously placed— Dean eventually stumbled to a stop before the officer. He wasn’t noticed, not at first at least. Sliding down the wall of the plane, landing next to the man, Dean let out a short and gruff cough. “Whatchya reading?” He asked, immediately regretting the decision— why not ask his name, idiot? “Lieutenant Dean Winchester, by the way,” he offered quickly after the question.
A small smile had settled on the lieutenant’s face, a testimony to the sincerity of his question and introduction. From Benny’s mockery, Dean had learned that most of the soldier’s thought this man weird and ‘unsoldier-like’. Whatever the hell that meant. If he was in the army, clearly the man was soldier material. Dean had a thing for the underdogs; although, it wasn’t a side he liked to show often.
To say the male is surprised to see Dean before him would just about put it accurately; as he looks up blue eyes widen slightly and he blinks. There’s a crease of a frown as he shuffles to subconsciously accommodate the Lieutenant. At the question, his head tilts.
Rather than answering the initial question, he opts to introduce himself instead; he knew how to do that, at least. Small talk wasn’t exactly a forte of his. He holds out a hand.
“Captain Castiel Milton.”
He glances briefly at the book, holding it out slightly for Dean to have a look.
“Paradise Lost. By John Milton. It’s rather calming to read. For me.”
There’s a moment where he breaks his character and he eyes the rest of the room somewhat suspiciously. He doesn’t expect Dean to be doing this out of his own free choice - was he being set up? It wasn’t uncommon for the other soldiers to prank him, even if he was in a higher command than them. Not that he liked the chain of command outside of on the battleground. Societal barriers were common, but not naturally to this degree.
everybody follow madison she’s not the worst person in the world
fuck you bitch get out of town don’t think i didn’t fucking see this
see
look how nice she is
i swear to god i will fuck your shit up lauren
don’t make me use the nickname
LEAVE ME IN OBSCURITY
guys stop bitching like omg or so help me i will turn this car around )
OMFG DON’T YOU START TOO
what i’m not complimenting you or anything WHY ARE YOU NEVER HAPPY WITH ME )
everybody follow madison she’s not the worst person in the world
fuck you bitch get out of town don’t think i didn’t fucking see this
see
look how nice she is
i swear to god i will fuck your shit up lauren
don’t make me use the nickname
LEAVE ME IN OBSCURITY
guys stop bitching like omg or so help me i will turn this car around )
This is JASON FYLES and he goes to my university (Newcastle University, North East of England) He is 19 years old, 5’8, ginger hair and slim. He was last seen in the Sandyford area at 2:45am on Thursday morning and has not been seen since. He was wearing a blue shirt, grey cardigan, beige chinos and brown ankle boots. Everyone in uni is so worried about him along with his family and friends. We are coming together as a university to appeal for his safe return. It is thought that he lost his friends on the night out and tried to make his way back by himself. Please, I am begging for you to REBLOG THIS, even if you don’t live in Newcastle, or England. Every REBLOG means that someone else will see his face, they will know who we are looking for, and your followers could be the one to know his whereabouts. Stay safe Jason, we’re looking for you.
THIS WILL NOT RUIN YOUR BLOG!PLEASE. Nobody reblogged my own post on this which I posted an hour or so ago so I’m wondering if nobody will now. This guy is my friend. If I have ever sent you a nice ask or reblogged something of yours and it made you happy for a second (or even if I haven’t; this is about helping him, not doing me a favour) for God’s sake just help now, help to find my friend Jason. You want me to make him human to you?
- Once we all grew beans in pots as part of a Biology experiment- the experiment failed miserably and made the whole lab stink, but his was the only bean that grew and he was actually pretty proud about it
- He learned to knit as part of a school project where he had to learn a creative skill, and when a couple of people teased him about it he said “gender is a social construct” and carried on knitting like a badass
- He loves the scene in The Great Gatsby where Gatsby throws all his silk shirts around and he and I used to giggle over it together
- Once I asked him if he had a string of tinsel I could use in a photoshoot and he brought me a big cardboard box full of tinsel and fairy lights because he’s a helpful and lovely guy
He’s HUMAN and he needs our HELP and just PLEASE PLEASE FUCKING REBLOG THIS??? He’s been missing for four days now- when he went missing he would have been wearing his contact lenses and he won’t have had his (very thick) glasses with him so by now he’ll have had to take his contacts out and throw them away and he won’t be able to see well and oh God just please signal boost this
