A little bit of Earth, a little bit of Alien, a little bit of... Whatever the hell that is.

 

Hours later the blank sheet still stared at me, and I beat my fist against the desk in fury and frustration, striking it so hard my hand bled. That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.

The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss. (via fantasyandadventure)

czystiel:

thetricksterandtheoptimist:

evil-overlordess:

Permission to change “are you satan” to “are you metatron” because Metatron is actually the embodiment of true evil in this world whereas Satan was just pretty chill.

 Satan was just pretty chill.”

what the hell is even going on in your fandom anymore

let’s just say that the apocalypse was less stressful

napoleonbonerhard:

napoleonbonerhard:

i literally cannot convey how long i fucking laughed after i realized that boobytrap backwards is partyboob

i really hope that this does not end up being the text post that defines my entire tumblr career

consultingg-detective:

i-have-been-johnlocked:

maim-or-seriously-injure:

words—are—weapons:

tardis-mind-palace:

thewinchestercave:

Do not pity the dead. Pity the living. And above all, pity those who live without love. - SuperWhoLock take on a Harry Potter quote

um excuse me but WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT

EXCUSE ME WHILE I SOB

You made me feel bad for Anderson……

fucking anderson