This blog is a multi-fandom blog, I do reblog porn and triggering stuff, but I mostly reblog, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Workaholics, Disney stuff, a lot of band stuff, sherlock, youtubers, Ask me stuff because I always get bored, I'm on tumblr like everyday unless I'm on holiday. Wanna know more about me read my about me page still wanna know more ask me, I don't bite. Also I have a back up blog because I hit post limit a lot so follow that if you want bringmealexandria.tumblr.com Promos
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imagine singing in the shower with your favorite singer
we wouldn’t be singing
(via iamthecookiewizard)
hey i like your shoelaces
thanks i stole them from the president
wtf where are my dads shoelaces
I’m here
(via toss-paint-on-the-walls)
I’m not even in the Hannibal fandom
and yet I’m in the Hannibal fandom
do you feel me?
i taste you
we always end up here dont we
(via thatsexybeastmisha)
HAVE YOU EVER JUST REALLY WANTED TO BE FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE AND YOURE IN A MUTUAL FOLLOW WITH THEM AND YOU JUST KIND OF STARE AT THEIR URL LONGINGLY BEFORE JUST SLOWLY SCROLLING PAST BECAUSE YOU DONT WANT TO SEEM WEIRD
(via accio-barakat)
friendship is so weird???
Like it starts out with compliments and cute things and then suddenly it does a complete 360 and you just start screaming at them and calling them motherfucker
(Source: homobeans, via twosidesofthesamepenis)
They, uh… They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you… Until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly… I would be whole again… like magic… just so they could start in all over. And Alastair… at the end of every day… every one… he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack… if I put souls on… if I started the torturing. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him. But then I couldn’t do it anymore, Sammy. I couldn’t. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls. The — the things that I did to them.
(Source: tentoo, via destiel-inthe-impala)