edgebug:

And One Time He Didn’t. NC-17. Vlad/Don, Fluff and Angst, Political Intrigue, Fisting

anotheralexandros:

squaliformes:

squaliformes:

(source)

i’d like to point out that when i made this post, all of these comments were at the top, but now if you look at the thread they’ve been replaced by completely different comments 

so please, for the love of god, look at the source link this thread is a neverending source of entertainment. people have added so much fucking shit since i made this

I was proctoring an exam for a student today while reading these, and I had to stop because I got to this one and almost fucking died

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Castiel: there's only one thing worse than Lucifer
Castiel: *removes paper to reveal "Lucifer's child"*
Dean: a child
Castiel: no

orangejuiceskies:

Based on a post by @godbriel

disabilityhealth:

jennyhoelzer:

Life isn’t always candy ! Sometimes it’s a mouthful of sand! You just have to keep putting things in your mouth!!!

This sounds like it was written by my dog

mpreg

dragonretirement:

avantgaye:

since no one seems to be happy with lgbt, mogai, or any other acronym or umbrella term, i came up with a new one that i think is gonna cover all our bases:

mpreg = marginalized people of romantic, erotic and gender

hey OP are you open to constructive criticism? 

thunderthighmobster:

intense-suggestion:

What was it you were hoping I’d bring to the table - quiet obedience? No. I bring the storm, I bring chaos and your imminent destruction. You made a mistake.

Greg can’t we just have a normal dinner
for once

bearer-of-bad-decisions:

family feud is a national treasure 

mintycoolnessisrelevant:

I’ve got a new word for fanfic writers to use, brought to you by todays word of the day:

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example sentence: she gazed into his smaragdine orbs

voxeterna1:

So ,I’m a music teacher and every year we have what are called “walk through observations”. Basically, this means that 4 times a year the principal or vice principal comes into my class to assess my teaching. Fine. Sure. No problem.
Well, today I was doing an activity with my 1st graders called “Musical Groceries”. Basically, they make up a fake shopping list and then together we figure out what the rhythm of the words on the list is. To do that, a small group of students plays the beat on the conga drum while the rest of the students move around the room while chanting the word. It sounds weird but it’s a great way for the kids to figure out the relationship between syllables and rhythm.
They quickly get bored of walking the rhythm so I let them come up with their own ways of moving around the room.( skipping, hopping, etc) One student suggested they hop around the room like frogs, way down low to the ground. Okay fine.
Or it was fine until my vice principal walked in to do my observation only to find 20 seven year olds hopping around the room like a hoard of little hob-goblins, rhythmically chanting “BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!” while five other kids played ominous beats in a drum circle.
I have never seen anyone look so confused in my life and I really don’t want to know the rating I got on my observation.