what i look for in a boy
- dark hair
- blue eyes
- blue tie??? ?? sometimes
- tan trench coat
- sexy fight moves
- pulls me from hell
- watches me rake leaves
- im dean winchester
- what i’m looking for is castiel
Always reblog the neutron cream!
He’s such a good sport!
I love pirates because they have no concept on albeism. oh you have no leg? here have a peg leg. no hand?? well guess we gotta put a hook on that, give those sons of bitches a surprise. Blind in one eye, put an eyepatch on no one fucking cares, youre deaf??? go man the canons you glorious bastard.They dont care if youre disabled bcus as long as you can fuck shit up they literally dont fucking care.
kitten wiggles ears while eating
i don’t even care if i reblog this twice a day every single day for the rest of my life
wow it SURE WOULD SUCK if someone started MAKING OUT WITH ME (it’s reverse psychology) (come make out with me)
what the hell are you
Shoutout to my dad for defending me and telling my mom she was out of line when she screamed at me for leaving the juice out. Thanks dude.
my old best friends neighbor illegally owned pet ostriches once and theyd always escape and one day me and my friend were walking down her street and saw a pair of ostriches walking behind us in the distance and we started walking faster and they started CHASING us and followed us to her doorstep…
my best friend is an atheist, but whenever she is comforting me with something in my life she uses examples of God to help me because she knows it makes me feel better, and vice versa, when i comfort her i never bring up God because i respect that it’s not something that helps or works for her
i feel like this is a model of how the world should work
that is perfect
"And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after," the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. "Didya like that, Mister Boogey?"
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
"Mister Boogey?" she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat. When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
"Gotcha," the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
"I thought you left!" She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
"Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?" The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”
To be continued ?