Andrew Paris: I Don’t Know Why All These Women Like Me

I am not even a little bit sorry for the person I become when there’s new content about my favorite fictional character.  You live by the fictional character hyperfixation, you die by the twenty plus posts I’m forcing you all to see about my Blorbo.

can’t believe i finally did this trend for a 1980s horror movie

we NEED to talk about just how fucking funny it was when gabriel asked if there was anything he could do to make crowley feel better about how much he hates him crowley looked him dead in the eye and went "yea actually. kill yourself". cunt's not dead

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

Vacation time!!

hi, i'm not british, what happen in england??

Prince Phillip (the queen’s boytoy) finally stopped looking like a corpse and started being one

and i would like to spend—hHmrmMmm

If you don’t ship Cherik I honestly don’t trust you

(help me) i broke apart my insides. (help me) i've got no soul to sell. (help me) the only thing that works for me. help me get away from myself!!!