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softfeathersintheimpala: This is for that AU challenge thing! If you could, I'd be interested in reading a Destiel AU in which, when everyone is born, they have a timer of some sort that is a countdown to when they will meet their soul mate. Dean and Castiel are, of course, soul mates. I'd like to see their reaction to finally meeting each other. :) 

get-your-ass-in-the-impala:

"So." Sam said slowly from his spot on the couch. 

"Shut up, Sam." Dean growled. 

"I wasn’t going to say anything!" Sam said. Then he waved a hand at Dean’s wrist that, instead of a light, soothing purple like it had been for the past thirty two years, it now glowed an insistent blue instead. Instead of years, months, days, Dean was now down to mere hours.  ”Ok, I wasn’t going to say anything about that.” 

I was.” Ruby said, flinging herself over the couch to land next to Sam. “Well, what I was going to say, you don’t plan on meeting the person you are spending the rest of your life with in that shirt, are you?” 

"I-" Dean started, a hand over his favorite Zeppelin shirt. 

"Of course you weren’t." Ruby said and pressed a kiss to Sam’s temple. He hummed happily. She pressed her coffee into his hands (they took it the exact same way, of course they did, they met in freaking coffee shop for crying out loud). 

Let me show you what you are going to wear.” She said and tugged him back to his room. On his bed, there was a green henley, jeans that were not torn and his newer work boots. She shoved him in and when he had barely finished buttoning up his pants she let herself back in. She used mousse on his hair, dabbed some on Sam’s expensive cologne on his neck and put a few of his favored bracelets on “for luck”. 

Then she pushed him out the door. 

He checked his wrist that he could have sworn five minutes ago that it said he had three hours but now was ticking down from seven seconds. Dean glanced up and down the sidewalk. There was a ton of foot traffic, people headed to lunch. Dean stepped down his stoop and stopped to look at his wrist, the blue having turned red as it flashed down the final three seconds. 

3…

There was no one there, no one even near him.

2…

Dean tried to swallow past his panic.

1…

He turned and someone slammed into him, a man, a few inches shorter than him, the same panic clear on his face. He stumbled and Dean caught his wrists. He couldn’t help but notice the red fade away under the pale skin on his wrist, the same as his own. He met the man’s eyes, startled, wide and blue

Hi.” Dean whispered.

"Hello." The man said softly back. 

1.) Give me a pairing.
2.) Give me an AU setting.
3.) I will write you a three-sentence fic.
  

Actually, I’ll make it as long as I want to. Or as short. 

barackobama:

barackobama:

it is now a federal offence to unfollow me, sorry I don’t make the rules

Wait

(Source: spoopylightbulb, via africandad)

edens-blog:

heartbeatofatimelord:

physcoaustin:

tardisol:

IF YOU HAD ROOM WITH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN IT AND THE WALLS CEILING AND FLOOR WERE MADE OF MIRROR WHAT WOULD IT LOOK LIKE IN THE MIRRORS

No.

Holy shit I asked my dad who’s a physics teacher and he just looked at me, looked at the table, looked at me, tried not to smile, looked angry, and started to look up where you can buy big mirrors.

image

this is an actual room of mirrors.

as you can see, it leads to glitches in the matrix

(Source: teenytomlin, via coucou-cheri)

humqn:

is your name tumblr because i want to be on you all night long ;)

(Source: indulge-e, via distraction)

lesbianvenom:

when steve rogers sleeps for 70 years he’s hailed “a hero” and “an icon” but when i take a five hour nap my mom says i’m “lazy” and “need to find better ways to spend my time” such bullshit

(via carry-on-my-wayward-butt)

zohbugg:

if I ever fall into a coma someone please come secretly tweeze my eyebrows so I can make all the nurses hella jealous of my unconscious eyebrow game. 

(via carry-on-my-wayward-butt)

dontstrideonmylalonde:

can-u-not-my-wayward-son:

suspnd:

suspnd:

suspnd:

my best friend just realized 30 minutes before her curfew that she’s an hour away from home in the most dangerous part of the city alone with the buses no longer running so she calls the police to take her home i cant stop laughing

update the cop that came to pick her up is a hot 20 year old guy thats flirting with her and now im not laughing anymore

SHE FUCKING HOOKED UP WITH THE COP

fuck the police

That’s the spirit

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