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Watching episode 23 season 8 of criminal minds. There was a Doctor Who reference. A fUCKING DOCTOR WHO REFERENCE. I’m 700 % done with this show.
THIS WAS MY WORST FEAR
Noooooooooooooooooooooo. There are changes that wouldn’t be so bad. An outbox, for example, so you can see what you wrote, the ability to follow people on secondary blogs, or even an optional chat box. Anything but family friendly!
I will kill you
This is not okay guys. Tumblr was a place for fandoms to come on and post whatever they wanted, however explicit they wanted, and now Yahoo goes and buys it and now wants to make it child friendly. Nope. Not okay with this.
Oh lord. We missed it the first time this went around. And we would just like to say aksdhofiasknd YESYESYES
ALL the yes! Please someone write it. Dean/Impala
Dean walked outside, loosening his tie as he and Sam went out to their car, on their way to the cemetery to burn the bones— it was a simple enough case. “Sam. Sam, where the hell.. where the hell is my car?!” Dean looked around anxiously, eyes falling on a younger man sitting on the curb where his car used to be.
He stormed over to the young man and pulled him up by his shirt, glaring with intense eyes. “Where the hell is my car?!” Dean growled.
“It’s kinda sweet to see how much you actually care in person,” the other man replied coolly, voice like a low, deep purr.
Dean was taken aback for a moment, trying to process what he’d just said. He released his shirt and stared. “Excuse me? Who are you?” he asked, shooting a look over to Sam. His brother only shrugged, looking equally as confused.
The man adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair. “I… hm.” There was a pause before he shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve always just called me baby.”
Baby. Who the hell did he.. “Oh no fucking way,” Dean breathed out after finally putting the pieces together. “No way in hell.” He took a step back, rubbing his eyes to make sure that this wasn’t just a goddamn dream.
Sam was gaping slightly and caught the guy’s eye. “You’re… the Impala,” he said, not so much a question as it was a statement. “How does that happen?”
“Someone named Gabriel. One second I was a car, the next..” He gestured to his body, and stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “He said that you guys would have fun with this. Me. Or something like that.” A grin, almost a smirk, played at his lips as he eyes the two brothers.
Dean was speechless, and that never happened. After one more moment of looking at the man, he turned to face Sam. “Alright. Okay, just… go take care of the bones. I’ll stay here and babysit..” What the hell would he call him? “So do you have a name?”
The younger man shrugged. “You’ve only ever called me ‘baby’.” He was humming a song, like he couldn’t quite get it out of his head. This whole “being a human” thing wasn’t too bad at all. And seeing Sam and Dean for the first time… it was nothing short of amazing.
“Dude, are you humming Led Zeppelin?” he asked, unable to keep back a grin. The guy nodded, watching Sam walk off and tilting his head to the side slightly. God, that Winchester kid has a nice—
“Hey. Eyes up here,” Dean interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of the younger man. “Listen, until we figure this all out, you’re staying here with us. So come on baby, looks like we’re walking to the motel room.”
The other man nodded and followed behind Dean as they walked down the sidewalk. “Sounds good to me,” he responded, grinning devilishly, now humming a Metallica song.
Dean was so glad that no one else could see him blush.
Meet Grady, a four year old corgi and my fuzziest friend. He also has earned the title of “hero”. Let me tell you the story:
This afternoon, 3:45, I saw a bottle sitting just inside of the fence. Naturally, I headed to pick it up because I live in a woods and littering can kill the animals.
Grady flipped. He started barking and howling and herded me away from that bottle as fast as his stumps let him. I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about, but I let him herd me away because he doesn’t act like this so often. To prove he was just being paranoid to him, I threw a rock at the bottle.
It blew up, scaring me to death. It turns out that the bottle was a Drano bottle bomb, and it could easily have hurt me or killed the corgi. I didn’t take any pictures, and I’m sure the plastic shreds aren’t enough evidence, but this dog is a hero to me. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and remember that corgis, not diamonds, are a girl’s best friend.
wow, i’m glad you’re both okay! drano doesn’t mess around.
she doesnt even need to be working out
That makes you sound so naive^
Just because a person has a nice body, does not mean they don’t need to work out. A lot of people worked for their body, so why would they stop once they achieve it? Plus not to mention the millions of health benefits.