Is´mir egal, ich lass´das jetzt so!

werefoxstiles:

hoechlin talking about dylan accidentally slapping him during filming 

akissforabite:

STEREK WEEK | Day 2: Colour me Sterek



For blamethewolf #12
methedon:

best dead friends forever

methedon:

best dead friends forever

ererihan:

biggest kink: multi chapter completed otp fics

vintage-groom:

jcsp1688:

paleasland:

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OMG

…now that you think about it…

I ship it.

yes-i-am-lucifer:

cas-plays-twister:

legally-lucifer:

icarussam:

marriage

but like jared doesn’t even react
he’s just like “oh god, again”

This is the type of marriage I hope to have…..Though she should’ve licked her finger first.

She probably did

yes-i-am-lucifer:

cas-plays-twister:

legally-lucifer:

icarussam:

marriage

but like jared doesn’t even react

he’s just like “oh god, again”

This is the type of marriage I hope to have…..Though she should’ve licked her finger first.

She probably did

[AC] the greatest man of all time

raeoffrecord:

Malik quick sketch.

really miss this guy and his harsh words which made him a bit of a…douchebag. XDD

raeoffrecord:

Assassin’s Creed III doujinshi cover (finished)

Sorry for no information about purchase yet, I’ll work on it a few weeks later.

sterekism:

Sterek Week || Tuesday: Color Challenge

were-dragon asked #21

virare:

the best part about being in your 20’s is slowly caring less and less about what people think of you and surrounding yourself with good people

the worst is that I’m broke

curvellas:

tumblr made me a much more tolerant and less judgmental person like my cousin be like “omg look at that bitch eyebrows she drew them damn near in her hairline” and i’m like shrug maybe the bitch wanted to have eyebrows in her hairline you don’t know shit about her life.

internetcultleader:

i cant wait until this generation of writers become published authors bc in interviews they’ll be like “yeah i started off my writing career when i was 14 and i wrote gay sex about both fictional and real life characters”

professorfangirl:

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
Fucking wasps.

I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:

professorfangirl:

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:

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