Actual Dorkfish Dean Winchester
animebarmitzvah:

damn boi cant get no privacy in this household cant take a skeleshit in peace damn!

animebarmitzvah:

damn boi cant get no privacy in this household cant take a skeleshit in peace damn!

32 Archie x Theresa? 8D

Prompt 32: Doctor / Companian AU [TW: Mentioned abuse]
Requested by feministxibalba

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"So… We can go anywhere I want?"

Following the questions about being dead and the physics of why the old girl was bigger on the inside, this was a common question, and even newly regenerated, the Doctor (she’d read the name Theresa in the newspaper recently, and decided that this new companion could call her that if Doctor didn’t suit his tastes) smiled at hearing it. “Anywhere in time or space, Mr. Vincent,” she confirmed.

"My name is Archie," the young man reminded, not for the first time today.

"Consider the possibilities," she went on, darting about the TARDIS’ control panels with purpose. "The birth of humanity, Rome at the height of power, the eve of the French Revolution, the beaches of Normandy in real time—"

"What about a place in present day?" he asked suddenly.

"Of course," Theresa answered.

"Can I give you a specific address?" Archie hopped off his perch on a rail and moved toward her, the gold metal of his brace the brightest thing in the blue-gray light of the control room.

"Well, the old girl can be a bit difficult," Theresa admitted, running her hands fondly over the control panels, "but I’m sure she can manage." She looked at Archie with twinkling, almost mischievous eyes. "What did you have in mind?"

"I have a score to settle," he replied simply.

They were in a small chamber off the main control room, Archie seated in a soft armchair and Theresa dashing from cabinet to drawer, piling up medical supplies in her arms as she went and screeching, “Archie James Vincent, what in God’s name were you thinking?”

"The bastard had it coming?" he replied, shrugging one shoulder and keeping a tissue pressed to a gash on his cheek.

"You walked up to someone’s house, asked the owner his name andpunched him!” she scolded, sitting in the chair next to him, the gathered supplies piled up on the small end table between their chairs. “A fistfight with a fifty year old man!” She picked up a clean cloth and poured a healing salve, light green and foul smelling, onto it and dabbed the salve to a scrape on his cheek, dragging him closer by the T-shirt sleeve when he flinched back from the rag. “You told me you had a score to settle!”

"That was the score," he said simply.

"That was a beat-down!" Theresa snapped.

"A beat down twenty-five years in the making," Archie growled. "He had every punch coming to him."

"How dare you use me and my TARDIS to get into a fight like that?" she hissed.

"You want to know ‘how dare I?’" he repeated angrily, pushing the rag away.

"Please, do tell—try to afford me more manners than you did back there."

"You told me anywhere I wanted," he reminded her. "I wanted to go back to that house and finish what he’d started."

"And what pray tell was that?" she asked, rolling her eyes and taking up a roll of bandages.

When Archie spoke, his voice was frigid. “That son of a bitch was my old man. He treated me like shit from the day I was born—see this?” He thrust his right leg out and pointed to the heavy brace encasing his ankle and lower calf. “He’s the reason I need this to walk—he beat me so bad that I couldn’t walk the next morning.One more kick would have completely destroyed my already wrecked ankle. Being told every day for fourteen years that you’re stupid and worthless and unwanted, and then running away and never seeing the bastard again for ten more years sticks with you, and you swear on your life that when you’re finally old enough and strong enough that the next time you see him you’re going to beat the shit out of him—that was the score I needed to settle.”

Theresa’s hands were still, and her eyes were wide. “I’m sorry,” she finally murmured. “I didn’t realize that there was that much more to it.” She reached over and took his hands in hers, lightly squeezing his fingers as she looked them over. “Bloodied knuckles are a pain to treat—but I’m sure I have something here for that… 

The soft tone was quite the change from the yelling earlier. “Aren’t you going to finish tearing me a new one?” he asked. 

"Well, now that I’ve considered all the facts…" She poured a different solution onto a clean rag. "I think I can give you a pass for that one."

Oh. “Thanks,” he mumbled. 

"And if I may be so bold?" she went on, exposing pink flesh as she wiped away the blood form his knuckles.

"Go ahead, it’s your spaceship," he replied, although he was listening very closely.

"I don’t think of you as stupid," she said simply, "or worthless or unwanted. After all, you took out a Dalek on your own—that’s quite clever of you. I think…" She paused to consider her words carefully, so they would both convey the truth and not sound condescending. "I think you’re a very worthwhile person, and I would much like for you to come with me." 

Archie looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “I could use a change of scenery,” he announced finally, lightly—but the smile on his face said that he was just as thrilled with the prospect of being her companion as she was. 

guiltyhipster:

tentoes2:

School is prison and someone needs to throw a prison riot. 

This would make a good title for a Fall Out Boy song 

lesueurpeas:

liech in some stripey dresses

lesueurpeas:

liech in some stripey dresses

bisexualrupertgiles:

How freaking much of a coincidence is this????

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One of the kids gave me the “anime mom who died to give the protagonist a more tragic backstory” hairstyle. 

He’s got the brain of a two year old and doesn’t know what anime is.

One of the kids gave me the “anime mom who died to give the protagonist a more tragic backstory” hairstyle.

He’s got the brain of a two year old and doesn’t know what anime is.

shoot-me-down-on-the-roof:

dean-and-samwinchester:

yj-lover:

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Somewhere the writers are giggling themselves to sleep

Dean Winchester knows about a gay bar in Miami I’m not saying gay but gay

rampagey:

amydentata:

robot-heart-politics:

GOP Politician Tweets That Transgender People Should Go To Concentration Camps

Todd Kincannon later conceded that, if concentration camps aren’t going to work, “mental institutions will do just fine”


Trust me, there’s more than just trans people he wants to see in camps, but this is what will give him the least backlash.

PASS THIS ON LIKE A JOINT AT A COLLEGE PARTY, FOLLOWERS. I WANT TO SEE THIS FUCKER FACE SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES FOR THIS DISGUSTING THING.

rampagey:

amydentata:

robot-heart-politics:

GOP Politician Tweets That Transgender People Should Go To Concentration Camps

Todd Kincannon later conceded that, if concentration camps aren’t going to work, “mental institutions will do just fine”

Trust me, there’s more than just trans people he wants to see in camps, but this is what will give him the least backlash.

PASS THIS ON LIKE A JOINT AT A COLLEGE PARTY, FOLLOWERS. I WANT TO SEE THIS FUCKER FACE SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES FOR THIS DISGUSTING THING.

spank-that-cass:

thewincestpope:

madwomanwithamultifandom:

muffin-bitch:

shadowtriad:



Christmas lights under the snow


No its just hell having a party

A gay party

Were you really expecting hell to throw any other kind of party



ohmygod

spank-that-cass:

thewincestpope:

madwomanwithamultifandom:

muffin-bitch:

shadowtriad:

Christmas lights under the snow


No its just hell having a party

A gay party

Were you really expecting hell to throw any other kind of party

ohmygod

arendellekingdom:

Frozen + photoshop tools

inspired by [x]

creampie-spotter:

I believe I can honestly say now I’ve seen it all!

thenamesjoe:

what a strange dog 

simplymoono:

huffingtonpost:

THIS MAN HAS ALS, AND HIS ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH. THEN IT’LL MAKE YOU CRY

The video begins humorously as Anthony Carbajal, a photographer, dresses up in a neon bikini top and soaps up a car before being doused with ice water. 

So watch the full video here and laugh out loud at the first half and then get ready to tear up in the second half. 

Okay, let me tell you a story. See this man here?

http://cbsnews1.cbsistatic.com/hub/i/r/2012/04/06/1eb3edd4-a645-11e2-a3f0-029118418759/thumbnail/620x350/3574730778d601c04a14becc278aaa85/Steve_Gleason_55749014.jpg

This man goes by the name of Steve Gleason, a former safety for the Indianapolis Colts a few months into the 2000 season before being released and then picked up by the New Orleans Saints in November of that same year.

His most notable moment came on September 25th, 2006, when the Saints played their first game in the Louisiana Superdome since hurricane Katrina.

Now, a little side-story as to why I’m mentioning him: my Dad was born and raised in New Orleans. Him and everyone on my Dad’s side are long-time Saints fans, dating back to 1967, when the Saints were struggling newcomers. Mom, Dad, and I were all living in California at the time of the storm, so you can imagine how scared we all were knowing that our family was stuck in the middle of the hurricane. The storm completely ravaged a great deal of New Orleans (as well as every town, city, and general residence in its path. New Orleans had a hard time trying to get its footing back.

With that paragraph set, we get back to Gleason and the 9/25/06 game against the Atlanta Falcons. In the first quarter, the Falcons had to punt the ball away, and Gleason made what is now known as the Gleason Block (I remember watching that play live when I was 15 and cheering like a madman). That block — I believe — was the catalyst that not only gave New Orleans that much-needed spark of life, but also led the Saints to an eventual Super Bowl win against the Colts (Gleason’s old team) in the 2009 season. However, Gleason retired a year before that championship season.

Three years after he retired form the NFL, he was diagnosed with ALS. Here he is during the 2011 season:

http://hybridstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/steven_gleason.jpg

…and here he is about 2 or so years later:

As a Saints fan who has seen some wonderful games as well as some rough games, and as someone who has family in New Orleans, especially during Katrina, it killed me to see Gleason go from the walking spark of energy in 2006 to what his body has deteriorated to now. The fact that he is still fighting, the fact that he hasn’t let this kill his spirit, is remarkable to say the least. I have no personal confrontations with ALS, no one in my family has it, I don’t have it. That being said, this is about as close to home as it hits for me.

I took this into consideration when I first heard of the ice bucket challenge. While I’m not big on fads, and while there are people out there who did it merely for fun (shame on them), I do see the good in this. This is one of the few times that I’ve seen a meme or fad or anything of the sort in recent years amount to something good. Something really good. It’s one of those things where you take the bad with the good. And believe me, the good far, far, FAR outweighs the bad. Gleason even got in on the act himself.

It’s one thing to say the human race means well. It’s a completely different thing when the human race actually does well. Actions speak louder than words, and this is an amazing example of that, even though you don’t necessarily have to dump ice water on yourself in the process.

And that, fillies and Djentlecolts, is the only thing that I will ever post about the ice bucket challenge. And I think I’ve said all that I can.

Steve Gleason has a foundation called Team Gleason, in case you’re curious.

poyzn:

Ace Ventura Pet Detectives.

534,485 plays

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the-great-tabe:

theangelcastiel:

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Well, I mixed the sound of a 67’ Impala with AC/DC Back in Black. So…have some ear porn. :)

oh.my.god.

I feel like I’m in the fucking impala when I close my eyes oh my jesus

This is making me happier than it should…. :I Help! 

This is going to be the new thing I listen to when I’m feeling down. Okay? Okay.

OHMYGOD I ACTUALLY CLOSED MY EYES BECAUSE THE COMMENT UP THERE AND I, LIKE, FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. I FELT SO AT HOME AND IT MADE ME HAPPIER THAN IT SHOULD’VE.

Listen to this when you’re in a car.

SWEET HOLY JESUS.

i am the impala

and that is that

i can’t really explain

but this felt like home

tag your porn jesus

I have risen from perdition

I CLOSE MY EYES AND I AM HOME ON THE ROAD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS

I NEED A DOWNLOADABLE VERSION OF THIS NOW O.O

God I’d pay money to own this!!!!

I’m deaded