I guess we have to ask ourselves, What is Sane?
disembodiedangelfeet:

isaisanisa:

I LAUGHED REALLY LOUDLY AT HOW PISSED DEAN WOULD BE IF SAM BROUGHT THIS HOME

“I’m back, Dean! Guess what I brought!” Sam called as he let himself into their hotel room.
“Took you long enough. What, some conditioner?” Dean didn’t even try to move from his spot on the bed. He was busy looking through the newspaper for reasons known only to Dean Winchester.
“Nope. Your favorite thing.” Sam pulled the plastic container out of the grocery bag and waved it at just the right angle. Dean glanced over, seeing the flash of crust strips over red filling.
“Dude! You got an entire freaking pie?” Dean was on his feet and after the pie instantly. It’d been weeks since they’d gotten decent pie.
Sam grinned enthusiastically as he set it on the table. “Yeah. Dig in. It’s not fresh, but its probably good.” He retreated out of the room.
Dean worked the clear covering off and found a fork somewhere. There was something kind of weird about the pie, but he didn’t care. Mouth watering, he dug the fork in and-
What the.
There was no thick, liquid resistance against the fork edge, no stain of red juice bubbling over the edges from the pressure. He forked out a bite and lifted it, staring in disbelief.
It was white cake.
It was fucking white cake disguised as pie.
“FUCKING HELL, SAMMY, I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS SENSELESS!”

disembodiedangelfeet:

isaisanisa:

I LAUGHED REALLY LOUDLY AT HOW PISSED DEAN WOULD BE IF SAM BROUGHT THIS HOME

“I’m back, Dean! Guess what I brought!” Sam called as he let himself into their hotel room.

“Took you long enough. What, some conditioner?” Dean didn’t even try to move from his spot on the bed. He was busy looking through the newspaper for reasons known only to Dean Winchester.

“Nope. Your favorite thing.” Sam pulled the plastic container out of the grocery bag and waved it at just the right angle. Dean glanced over, seeing the flash of crust strips over red filling.

“Dude! You got an entire freaking pie?” Dean was on his feet and after the pie instantly. It’d been weeks since they’d gotten decent pie.

Sam grinned enthusiastically as he set it on the table. “Yeah. Dig in. It’s not fresh, but its probably good.” He retreated out of the room.

Dean worked the clear covering off and found a fork somewhere. There was something kind of weird about the pie, but he didn’t care. Mouth watering, he dug the fork in and-

What the.

There was no thick, liquid resistance against the fork edge, no stain of red juice bubbling over the edges from the pressure. He forked out a bite and lifted it, staring in disbelief.

It was white cake.

It was fucking white cake disguised as pie.

“FUCKING HELL, SAMMY, I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS SENSELESS!”

fandom-sandwich:

fudgeflies:

if i was harry, i would have stuck a letter down the front of my pants and ran out on the front lawn bc

  1. the dursleys aren’t gonna chase me and cause a scene, it’d upset their pristine reputation
  2. if they DID chase me out, they’d have to put their hand down my pants to get to the letter and i’d just start screaming STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER and fuck up their repuation for real

you would kill voldemort in first year at that rate

thegreataugustuswaters:

timelyburden:

timelyburden:

Once my dad got a nail stuck in his eye so he had to get this cotton patch taped over it and while he slept I drew an eye on it and put makeup on it and coincidentally my dads name is Joe so I think you know where this is…

pyrilia:

my dads renovating his kitchen and he called me out of my room to help him but when i came out

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so i called him and

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IM PSSING MYSELF HES JUST CHILLING IN THE ROOF HE DIDNT EVEN NEED MY HELP OMFG

falltesticlee:

what the hell

hedidntcallmemaybe:

Probably one of the most offensive images on the internet.

hedidntcallmemaybe:

Probably one of the most offensive images on the internet.

generalbriefing:

Yep this pretty much covers how history is taught here

approachingnormal:

hannibalthecanibal:

vachelsstrife:

wibbly-wobbly-timeywimeystuff:

gallifrey-feels:

the-timelord-girl-who-hunts:

iseewhatyoudidier:

fiftyshadesoffandoms:

akiglancy:

gayest sport on earth

somebody’s obviously never heard of turkish oil wrestling

WHAT

OH MY GOD I AM CRYING

you have not LIVED until you’ve seen live Turkish oil wrestling.

why is he putting his hand in his pants

That’s how you win. By securing a grip on the “kisbet” (the special type of pants the wrestlers wear) and then pinning the opponent is how victory is achieved. The loser will then kiss the victor’s hand as a sign of respect and admiration. 

that sport was so made up as an explanation for two guys getting caught going at it

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guys

they oil each other up 

im crying here 

anewfoundconsciousness:

a-utumnrain:

jirnrny:

coochqueen:

bluntess:

airpunchingacademic:

methcastle:

Go ahead and think we’re the only intelligent life out there. You go right ahead.

Fuck yeah Science

CHILLS i’ll always reblog this someone should add in the tardis somewhere

holy fuck

if you don’t think this is the coolest shit ever get the fuck out of my face right now

Jesus Christ, space.

mother-fuckin-space…this is fantastic.

riannafinch:

Do you ever think of the very real possibility that not all your friends will die of old age

high-blogging:

fucking ellen

thelionandthellama:

i don’t get how other countries have these really strict school uniform rules

and

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then

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there’s

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German

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students

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not

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giving

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a

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single

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fuck