rizlow1:

This broke my heart

(Source: joelbyeman)

sechan19:

demonica-dawson:

time-lord-ramnikul:

knitmeapony:

demonhamster:

despotic:

suicidemydarling:

gigantorthemooseking:

I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.

This fucking this^^^ 

I’ve always loved this.

I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.

Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.

Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.

I remember seeing this for the first time like a year ago and not once have I seen it and not reblogged it because this is just amazing.

Once, at a Nine Inch Nails concert, I got pushed back into the mosh pit when the girl standing next to me had to be helped out of the front lines by the security crew. (She had gotten her nose ring caught on someone’s sweater and needed to be extricated and given medical assistance.) Now, while I love me some front lines, at 5’1 and some change the mosh pit is not my cup of tea. I grabbed the biggest, most metal guy I could find, shouted into his ear “Get me out of here!” and he immediately lifted me up (no funny stuff and no questions asked) and crowdsurfed me the hell out of there.
Metal guys are the absolute best.

sechan19:

demonica-dawson:

time-lord-ramnikul:

knitmeapony:

demonhamster:

despotic:

suicidemydarling:

gigantorthemooseking:

I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.

Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.

This fucking this^^^ 

I’ve always loved this.

I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.

Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.

Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.

I remember seeing this for the first time like a year ago and not once have I seen it and not reblogged it because this is just amazing.

Once, at a Nine Inch Nails concert, I got pushed back into the mosh pit when the girl standing next to me had to be helped out of the front lines by the security crew. (She had gotten her nose ring caught on someone’s sweater and needed to be extricated and given medical assistance.) Now, while I love me some front lines, at 5’1 and some change the mosh pit is not my cup of tea. I grabbed the biggest, most metal guy I could find, shouted into his ear “Get me out of here!” and he immediately lifted me up (no funny stuff and no questions asked) and crowdsurfed me the hell out of there.

Metal guys are the absolute best.

(Source: psihoticno-sarkasticna)

yousexybastardsamwinchester:

dramaticmusicaltypeperson:

obsessedwhat:

gillasue345:

bananadaiquiri:

Jesus fucking Christ, I think I have a kid.

Dean and Lisa had their fling in August 1998. Ben was born May 1999. 9 months later. 9.

Bless this post

BIKER’S KID MY ASS

I love how he just quietly counts and then freaks the fuck out

believersneverdie5:

FUCK YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

(Source: thatmovieguydoe)

rabidauthor:

trashy-prince:

2srooky:

shanellbklyn:

x-cunt-hunter-x:

kxngvxgitx:

cold-fury:

One of the best moments of my childhood.

BITCH

ZERO HAD ZERO FUCKS

I can’t even tell you how excited I was that they turned this book into a movie and it was good

I literally have absolutely no complaints with the movie at all. Once, my friend and I did comparisons from the book and the movie, and we found the only major difference was the fact that Stanley wasn’t heavy set when he arrived at the camp in the movie. The majority of the script is raw quotations from the book.
This is my favorite book to movie adaptation and it did everything Percy Jackson, Inkheart, and The Golden Compass didn’t.

yesss this was such a good book and film

And the only reason Stanely wasn’t heavy set was because in the book he loses tons of weight and eventually ends up being almost thin. The director said he didn’t want to force an adolescent boy to lose weight on such a quick filming schedule, and L’bouf’s audition was so spot on, that they decided to go with a thinner Stanely from the beginning

musicalflashinglights:

queerpunkhamlet:

overlypolitebisexual:

as a parent it is your god damn fucking job to look after your children stop treating your children like they are burdens

you signed up to have a child, the child did not sign up to have you as a parent

keep this in mind. do not expect your children to immediately give you back all the things you give them. they are children. love them. cherish them. treat them well.

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Happy 28th Birthday, Osric!

We all love you!

(Source: twistandlove)

"Sammy is fourteen years old today. He’s been having strange deams again. I’ve tried to keep an eye out for any sign that he is more than a regular kid, but I don’t see them. He’s sensitive, has a lot of imagination, but that’s it. Plus now that he’s hitting adolescence, he’s a giant pain in the ass.
Dean just chased girls and snuck around with beers in his coat pockets. That was teenage trouble I could understand.
But Sammy shuts down sometimes. Won’t talk to anyone, and when he does, it’s only because he wants to argue about something."

John Winchester’s Journal ( May 2. 1997 | Page 142)

"He said again that Sammy was special, and he wanted some time to talk to Sam and understand what was happening. So Dean and I left for an hour, and on the way back I saw the Seville.
When we got to Silas’ place, there was Sammy, sitting on the porch. He said he and Silas talked for a while. I went inside, left Dean out with his brother to catch up.
Inside … I’ve never seen anything like it. Or if I have, it was after an artillery strike in Nam. Silas was just in pieces, little bits of him stuck to the walls and the floor. Scrawled in blood on the kitchen cabinet, the words: KILL HIM."

"April 20:

Been on the run, running harder than usual. The driver of the Seville called himself Anderson, said he was a hunter … and he was hunting Sam. He said Sam had killed Silas, but there’s no way that can be true.”

(John Winchester’s Journal page 79 and 80)

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