I Have Always Believed

yeah. here you go Tumblr.

I wonder when people will start shipping them.

i wwish i could get some sexy anons i got mostly cute ones

dont get me wwrong i lovve em just

dat sexy anon

hater/creepy otp

otp. also shipped sexy with loud just because babies

OLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

AHAHAHA

OMG I couldn’t help it XD

nope I’m done. so done

TUMBLR YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME START DRAWING ANON COUPLES FUCKING STOP ASOIDFJAWE OMFG

^^ THIS ^^ 

I have my new art project…

(perfeeeeCCCT)

OMG OMG OMG I’m hyper ventilating fromthis ohjegusjkegjnkrefjhioktrjiokrtjmnoiphbjrmtoik

iT GETS BETTER EVERY TIME I SEE IT 

Cuz I had to join in :D

WOW CAN I WRITE FANFICTION ABOUT THIS? OR WILL I BE KICKED OFF THE WEBSITE? 

when you’re caught doing someone you’re not supposed to

oh yM GOD I SAID SOMEONE BUT I MEATN SOMETHING

or did you

is nobody gonna talk about netflix’s knockoff movies because i am

like i dont know about you guys but i lost my shit at CHOP KICK PANDA

like they couldnt have done KARATE CHOP PANDA or DROP KICK PANDA??? no they went with CHOP KICK

CHOP

KICK

Can we please talk about that time the Powerpuff girls created their own retarded sister and then she died?

#SCREAMING

Someone wanted this rebloggable

#voldemort is near

#YER THE VESSEL OF LUCIFER SAMMY

i just chOKED

                    { alana-shepherd-thenurse } is    c a l l i n g   for help

He could hear it already, his little brother’s voice berating him for doing so reckless, so stupid, so indefinitely, irrevocably Dean that it was almost like Sam was still around, still here, running beside the gurney that held his mangled brother, rolling toward the emergency room with blaring lights and blazing sounds and everything burned, ached, seized, convulsed—and Sam’s concerned face above all else. Maybe he’d see him again, finally, after so damn long, but through the convoluted blinding pain that wrecked his mind and body, there was that lingering thought that he would not be so lucky. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

And then there was nothing—forced sleep covering him in its veiled, darkening embrace.

He knew not when he awoke again, nor did he know how long he had been under. The first thing he was aware of was that he ached—everywhere. Not the same kind of aching pain from before, but more of a muted dullness that didn’t allow him to move save the curling of his bandaged fingertips and staccato-ed breathing and wheezing gasps.

Just how the hell was he alive? He was sure that…that…fuck, how hard had he been hit in order to not even recall what kind of creature he’d been hunting? Rugaru? Wendigo? He couldn’t remember.

With a muted groan, Dean tried opening his eyes, to no avail. It took awhile, forcing himself to pry those eyelids of his open, but finally he managed, his surroundings coming in with blurred shapes of discrepant nursing equipment and a moving figure. A nurse to be sure: blonde, slender—and a memory of smiles and laughter, contentment, happiness, love—and the promises of an almost family.

A single word, a name left on the doorstep of that could-be home years ago, spilled from chapped lips before his groggy mind could stop them, uncomprehending, medications pumping into his bloodstream crumbling down the normally guarded walls of the broken Righteous Man.

“—‘Lana?” 

"Nurse Shepherd! Nurse Shepherd!" one of the newer nurses rushed over to her. "Doctor Jakes needs your help. There's a man, he's terribly wounded, his younger brother refuses to leave him, though." Alana nodded, handing the younger woman the he clipboard that she was holding. "You know Mr. Brown's prescriptions, right? Get him the right amount of meds. If not, ask Miss Fairday." she rushed off to the doctors. 

"He's in critical condition." The doctor before her said. Alana nodded then recognized his face.

"Isaac..." she muttered under her breath. She turned to the taller male "Sir, we need you to wait out here while we take care of him, you can watch from this window, if you really want, but you can't come in." Alana said. She rushed into the room. "His pulse is dropping!" she stated, rushing over. 

A little over an hour was how long it took for them to stop the bleeding and get his pulse back up. She sat with him for a while, the doctors had moved the brother to the waiting room and she sat, holding his hand in hers and wiping away the sweat that had formed every now and then. She heard him move and looked down. His eyes were open 

"Hey, hey, go back to sleep."

#THEY WERE EACH OTHERS TRUE LOVE #FOR TRUE LOVES KISS TO WORK IT NEEDS TO BE FELT ON BOTH SIDES #THEY LOVED EACH OTHER #AND THEY DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT #AND THEY COULDNT FIGURE IT OUT CAUSE HE DIED #I HATE EVERYTHING (via jennifergoodwins)

hi guys! this is a comic i made for a final in my comics in literature class. we had to do a research paper on a topic we’d discussed in class and then accompany it with a comic with a relevant subject. my paper was about hyper-sexualization of women in comic books, but i decided to broaden it out here as well as personalize it and make myself the subject and discuss something i’ve been subjected to in the convention circuit and on the internet as well as thousands of other women, as well as give a cue to thought about how the comic book industry as well as the video game industry and even just media in general (all of which are male dominated) push such ridiculous pressures onto girls and women.

also, it feels kind of silly to have to add this since i hope it’s obvious, but i am very aware that there are men that don’t subscribe to this attitude, and am incredibly grateful that these issues are brought to light to people other than the ones that are subjected to it. 

anyway haha i have literally been staring at this for 9 hours i don’t even know which direction is up anymore. thanks for reading!!!

#whether you watch this show or not  #you have to admit that this is the most accurate representation of fandom ever 

Lenard’s like someone outside of tumblr who has no idea what you’re on about…

just remember your butt will never be as glorious as jared padalecki’s, whose pants can’t contain it