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hanamatthiwone:

licklucifer:

justdesti-el:

loki-dokey:

lordwhat:

This is what I choose to do with my spare time.

I JUST LOS T My SHIT

I’m sO FUCKING DONE

oh my god

OH SWEAT PANTS THE SAM PART

lil-nerdy-dude-with-wings:

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dragyourkeyboardtoagunfight:

oliveswind:

Ylvis, educating people about the female reproductive system.  these guys will be the death of me. [x]

wat

wtf

i died at the pH value

omfg

I just learnt more about the vagina in like 10 seconds than I have ever learnt in my entire life

well

Debating whether or not I should share this with my anatomy and physiology professor.

WATCH THE VIDEO. IT GETS BETTER

OH THANK YOU FOR BRINGING THIS MAGNIFICENCE INTO MY LIFE

is this guy even real

watch it

It’s Not Even About That

wendigoindahouse:

I know someone has responded to this now, but I’d promised to write it, and it was already half done so I wanted to finish it.  So for lil-nerdy-dude-with-wings, because of this post, have some destiel :)

Dean slides down further in his seat and glares at Sam over the top of the convention schedule.

“You knew about this, didn’t you?” he accuses.  Sam’s neutral expression doesn’t alter, but he shifts slightly in his chair as he replies.

“I knew there was a convention.  I didn’t know it was for the Supernatural books though, honestly.”

Dean scowls as a couple of girls wearing a lot of plaid walk past, glancing at them and giggling.

“Only because you didn’t check properly” he mutters, eyes roving over the rest of the foyer.

The one good thing about these things, Dean supposes, is that there’s an awful lot of women.  He can get behind that.  It’s kind of been a long time – an eternity in Dean Winchester terms – since he’s been with anyone and he isn’t really sure why.  Maybe if he has to put up with this godforsaken convention, filled with people who mistakenly think that his life is cool and exciting, he can at least do something about that.

He scans the crowds milling around the foyer with renewed interest and Sam narrows his eyes.

“We’re here to work Dean” he reminds, disapprovingly.

“Yeah yeah, Sammy.  Whatever you say.  No reason I can’t have a bit of fun at the same time though, right?”

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