THIS WILL BE SUCH A LONG MARATHON AND I AM SO READY
That’s prob about 12 hours
extended lotr alone is 11 hours and 22 minutes.
to watch the extended versions of both the hobbit and lord of the rings it would take roughly 20 hours i can’t wait
i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them
Being haunted by desire of authenticity I take stealthy photos sometimes. I am interested to know how people read when they think nobody’s looking. The world surely does not exist for them at that moment.
I really like this
Also this guy is super cute
also you’re all creeps
"You can’t cure me Sammy." Dean spat as he yanked his head away from his brothers grip.
"I. Will. Cure. You. Dean. If I don’t cure you then I will have to kill you!" Sam snapped as he put down the seventh empty needle of his own blood.
"You’re pathetic Sammy!" Dean snorted. But this time, he almost felt bad at the way he as speaking to his little brother.
He didn’t make many comments throughout the eighth hour, he just sat and glared, trying to wriggle out of the ropes that bound him. As Sam was filling the 8th needle with more of his blood, Dean didn’t want to struggle anymore. He even lifts his neck back and let’s Sam give him the eighth and final dose.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus. Hanc animam redintegra, lustra! Lustra!" Sam recites as he cuts his palm and covers Dean’s mouth roughly with it.
Dean felt it inside him, he felt his soul stop fighting, but it was only temporary and he knew it. He couldn’t be cured, there was just no way.
"Sammy?" Dean whispered as he knew what he was going to ask next was going to be difficult for his little brother to hear. "Sammy, you need to kill me."
Sam, stared in shock. This was Dean. He knew it from the moment that Dean uttered his name. He was telling Sam to kill him though.
"Dean…what do you mean?"
"Sammy, you need to give me the blade and let me kill myself. I’m fighting against the feeling to kill you and just leave you on the floor. I’m fighting it Sammy! But that means…I’m not cured…you can’t cure me. Just give me the blade. Please!"
"No! Dean, we’ll fix this I mean, you’re already human…just fight those feelings! I know you can." Sam begged.
Dean knew Sam would never give him the blade. He stretched out his right arm and summoned the blade with his Mark. He felt the blade land in his palm and he knew he only had seconds before he was overtaken by the feeling to get himself out of there.
"I’m proud of you Sammy." Dean whispered before plunging the blade into his stomach.
Dean only caught a glimpse of Sam’s tear-streaked face as everything turned black and disappeared from his site. For the last time.
The planets, aligned.the sickest thing ive ever seen
The moon isn’t a planet you dumbfuck
the moon isn’t on there, fyi
that’s mercury, venus, earth, mars, jupiter, saturn, uranus, neptune, and pluto
So this kid came to visit and it was great. He met a lot of my family at my grandma’s birthday and again, I hated to let him leave.
hmm, yoga is kind of girly #nohomo
let’s rename it so it sounds manlier and make it just for the bros
for the bros only
WHY DO MEN NEED TO REBRAND EVERYTHING TOUCHED BY WOMEN?
SIT DOWN AND EAT YOUR YOGURT AND SALAD AND DO YOUR YOGA
FOLLOW UP YOUR INTENSE BROGA SESSION WITH SOME BROGURT AND A BRAH-LAD
Men need to tone up their fragile masculinity.
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