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Permalink 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!”
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Permalink spicyshimmy: fassabendover: spicyshimmy: fassabendover: Grumpy, meet sour. I don’t know anymore. hawke would take stiles under his wing (the beginning of a beautiful friendship); varric would give scott some romantic dialogue tips (‘how about this, kid—tell her you’ve been aching for her, then ask her if she wants a sandwich. keeps her on her toes. shows her you’ve got a sense of humor. oh, and make sure you don’t take her on any quests she won’t approve of. also, repeat after me: stop. saying. allison.’); anders and lydia disappear into the science lab (uh oh); isabela and aveline take an immediate liking to allison (‘big girl, are you sure we can’t keep her? after all, we wouldn’t have to train her. …much.’); merrill and jackson are left standing together and merrill tries to get to the bottom of his puppy dog eyes (‘jackson, did you step on a nail?’ ‘no.’ ‘smash your finger in a doorway?’ ‘no.’ ‘bang your head on a low beam?’ ‘why are you asking all these questions?’); and finally, fenris and derek have a brood-off so intense it replaces lacrosse as the most exciting sport at beacon hills high school. (they both end up with headaches; varric adopts the nickname sour wolf for their resident elf; left alone in derek’s rotting, empty house, fenris remarks on the decor and derek, dryly, mentions that he dances from room to room when no one else is around. then they compare tattoos and share an understanding.) omg shimmy <3 i…  … SCREAM.
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seragakisexual:

things that are harder than they should be

  • telling your friends how much you like them
  • telling your crushes how much you like them
  • evening out your eyeliner

(via foldedpinup)

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