And suddenly my soul became the slave of my mind.
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I'm in love with the colors, all of them, and I want to learn all of their peculiarities.

aneternalscoutandabrownie:

jamesmdavisson:

So far, I have been enjoying the Adventures of Business Cat a great deal, possibly more than is appropriate for an adult human. (All of these are from the webcomic Happy Jar)

UPDATE: Now with more Business.

YES ALL THE BUSINESS CAT STRIPS IN ONE PLACE

[10.23.13] → Happy Birthday, Izuki!

You wanted the real me. This is it. I don’t care about them. I don’t even really care about you. Except that… I need your help. And you’re clearly not gonna stick around for much longer unless I give it to you straight, so… I’ve done a lot worse than you know. I’ve killed innocent people in the line of duty. But I’m pretty sure it’s not something the old me could’ve done. And maybe I should feel guilty. But I don’t.

angleofthelard:

Goddammit Sam this is hardly the time

Soulless!Sam definitely made a bunch of vamp puns in this episode and no one can convince me otherwise

Inspired by my sister Ladybolin’s comics

oh-you-poor-sweet-thing:

Lights of my life

attorneylily:

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Ahah I know it’s a serious moment but they remind me of parents who are angry at their child.

death-the-pale-horseman:

jaackles:

tardis-mind-palace:

chainedtoacomet:

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday. 

He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.

He eats every deep fried concoction possible.

When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.

Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.

“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”

Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.

Dean takes the bag, mystified.

“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels

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shavostars:

Day7: Fav Fire Type

This took a while to do AHh!

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