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the internet is so convenient

  • what the fuck should i make for dinner
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  • what the fuck should i do with my life

this is the greatest

praise you, internet

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ti-adoroo: brokenpenmanship: leavealegacy: today-isawindingroad: heartbeatofatwentysomething: theohpioneer: The Proposal Story: Ever since Mackenzie and I started dating, I’ve been giving her handwritten letters, sealed with a wax seal. I wrote her the first letter about a week after we started dating on a solo hiking trip, and I realized then that my life had changed forever. The alone time that I usually enjoyed, the silence of the woods, and the solitude of being miles from another living soul was no longer enjoyable, and I found myself constantly thinking about how I’d rather be sitting on the couch next to Mackenzie, watching some pointless TV show or movie and just enjoying each other’s company. I considered hiking back out that night so that I wouldn’t have to spend a single night in a different town. I decided to stay in the woods that night, but that’s when I wrote the first letter. I continued writing her letters throughout our time dating, and for Christmas I built her a wooden box to keep those letters in. Little did she know, they were a part of the story I’d been planning since the beginning. Fast forward 8 months to the weekend of my 24th birthday. I told Mackenzie I wanted to take Monday, February 11th off and just spend the day together doing things we enjoyed.  On most Mondays, we eat brunch at Toast in Davidson, and afterwards we’ll take some time to walk around the Davidson College campus across the street and pretend to be college students, and we go sit in a courtyard and talk. The day started out with brunch at Toast, and was filled with other fun activities. On our way home after our day together, I started to be noticeably anxious, to the point where Mackenzie says I was making weird noises, laughing at everything she said (even if it wasn’t a joke) and asking weird questions. I have no memory of this. I was anxious, because when we pulled off at the appropriate exit, I took an unexpected turn, and drove onto the Davidson campus, and said “There’s one more thing I’d like to do…” and we walked up to the courtyard we often visited together, where soft lighting came from the surrounding lanterns, and the box containing the letters sat on the park bench. At this point, she knew for sure that I was up to something. In the box were all the letters I had given her over the course of our relationship. Some of them I had sealed with a wax seal, some of them I left on her windshield, some of them were attached to gifts, some of them were love letters, some of them were short notes telling her how much I enjoyed and appreciated her. As we walked up to the park bench on February 11th, 2013, I told Mack I wanted to read through the letters I had written her, and at this point I started to lose feeling in my extremities.  We began to sort through the letters, and I picked out all the letters that were sealed with wax in an envelope. At this point, I gave her one more letter and told her to read it there on that bench. My hands were shaking as I began ordering all the letters I was holding into the sequence I had planned, because starting with the very first letter I wrote on that camping trip, throughout all 13 letters that were sealed with wax, I had hidden a secret message in the first letter of each of those letters. Every note I wrote her began with a specific letter, that when arranged in the order I gave them to her spelled out the question “W-I-L-L Y-O-U M-A-R-R-Y M…” and she was reading the final one that began with the letter “E.” She finished reading the final letter, and I put it in the back of the stack I was holding, and told her to read the first letter of each letter in order from first to last. She flipped slowly at first: W… I… L… L… Y… O… U… and her speed picked up as she began to realize what she was reading. M… A… R… and by the time she reached the R’s she started to cry and shake her head and I moved off the bench and down onto one knee and asked the girl of my dreams if she would do me the honor and pleasure of being my wife. The best moment of my life so far is looking up into her watering eyes as she realized that I had been planning this since the beginning, and she had been holding this message the entire time without knowing it, and now it all made sense, and she said yes. this is the best proposal I’ve ever heard. oh my heart. OH MY GOOOD!!
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littletrenchcoatangel: audreyii-fic: iepidemic: eat-pie-in-221b-with-satan: hiddleswiggles: cractasticdispatches: nekosmuse: thewholockiansareinthetardis: forsciencejohn: ceesquatch: daunt: ramblingeekette: This needs to be on everyone’s dashes again Oh hey remember when Chris Pine…. human impala, anyone  oh my  God HEADCANON FUCKING ACCEPTED Yes to human!Impala. And yes to this dude playing the part. Oh, Dean. Oh lord. We missed it the first time this went around. And we would just like to say aksdhofiasknd YESYESYES ALL the yes! Please someone write it. Dean/Impala  YES. Dean walked outside, loosening his tie as he and Sam went out to their car, on their way to the cemetery to burn the bones— it was a simple enough case. “Sam. Sam, where the hell.. where the hell is my car?!” Dean looked around anxiously, eyes falling on a younger man sitting on the curb where his car used to be.  He stormed over to the young man and pulled him up by his shirt, glaring with intense eyes. “Where the hell is my car?!” Dean growled. “It’s kinda sweet to see how much you actually care in person,” the other man replied coolly, voice like a low, deep purr. Dean was taken aback for a moment, trying to process what he’d just said. He released his shirt and stared. “Excuse me? Who are you?” he asked, shooting a look over to Sam. His brother only shrugged, looking equally as confused. The man adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair. “I… hm.” There was a pause before he shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve always just called me baby.” Baby. Who the hell did he.. “Oh no fucking way,” Dean breathed out after finally putting the pieces together. “No way in hell.” He took a step back, rubbing his eyes to make sure that this wasn’t just a goddamn dream. Sam was gaping slightly and caught the guy’s eye. “You’re… the Impala,” he said, not so much a question as it was a statement. “How does that happen?” “Someone named Gabriel. One second I was a car, the next..” He gestured to his body, and stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “He said that you guys would have fun with this. Me. Or something like that.” A grin, almost a smirk, played at his lips as he eyes the two brothers. Dean was speechless, and that never happened. After one more moment of looking at the man, he turned to face Sam. “Alright. Okay, just… go take care of the bones. I’ll stay here and babysit..” What the hell would he call him? “So do you have a name?” The younger man shrugged. “You’ve only ever called me ‘baby’.” He was humming a song, like he couldn’t quite get it out of his head. This whole “being a human” thing wasn’t too bad at all. And seeing Sam and Dean for the first time… it was nothing short of amazing. “Dude, are you humming Led Zeppelin?” he asked, unable to keep back a grin. The guy nodded, watching Sam walk off and tilting his head to the side slightly. God, that Winchester kid has a nice— “Hey. Eyes up here,” Dean interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of the younger man. “Listen, until we figure this all out, you’re staying here with us. So come on baby, looks like we’re walking to the motel room.” The other man nodded and followed behind Dean as they walked down the sidewalk. “Sounds good to me,” he responded, grinning devilishly, now humming a Metallica song. Dean was so glad that no one else could see him blush.
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destiel-is-my-canon: deanwinchesterwantsthecass: brakes: professortennant: brakes: fairywine answered: Little Cas and Dean together, with babysitter!Sam? PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN! “GIMME BACK MY ANGEL!!!!!”“Dean, Cas isn’t a commodity! And you can have him back when you—OW, STOP THAT!!!!” “Dean! You can play with Cas when you stop pulling on his wings.” Cas sniffled into Sam’s shoulder and peered down at Dean who was tugging uselessly on the leash Sam had to wrap around him. He kept wandering off and tugging little Castiel around with him, determined to help him feed the ducks. Dean stopped his war with the leash to glare and pout at Sam the only way a child can.  “Sam, Cas likes it! He told me so!” Sam sighed and knelt down, letting Castiel’s feet touch the floor and let his wings flutter to the side. “Cas? Is that true?” Cas shyly ducked his head. “I like it sometimes but,” he stopped to glare at Dean, his tiny wings ruffling angrily. “Dean! Sometimes you pull too hard an’ it hurts.” Cas felt his eyes water a little and he burrowed his head into Sam’s jacket. All of Dean’s fight when out of him and he looked helplessly at Sam. Sam pulled a face that looked like he smelled something nasty and also looked like an ‘I-told-you-so’ was on the horizon. Dean hated when Sam was right. He shuffled up to his angel and stroked a hand down Cas’ wings before resting on his back. “‘m sorry, Cas. I won’t touch your wings no more.” Castiel’s head whipped around and glared at Dean. “No!” He blushed and shuffled even closer to Dean so there was very little space between them. “I like when you touch, just don’t tug, ‘kay?” Dean nodded vigorously and reached around to hug his friend. He laughed when Castiel’s wings fluttered happily and knocked Dean around the ears. Dean reached for the second harness at the end of Sam’s stupid kid leash and hooked Castiel into the restraint before grabbing his angel’s hand. He looked up at Sam. “C’mon, Sammy! Ducks!” Sam’s mouth was hanging open and he felt the two little monsters in his care tug at the leash. Cas looked up at him, tugging on his leash. “Come, Sam. Dean and I must provide for the ducklings! It’s the rules.” Dean grinned and high-fived his friend before they both wrapped pudgy hands around the red harness and pulled. Between the two of them, they managed to get Sam walking towards the lake. Sam just shook his head, baffled at the strange relationship between the baby angel and Dean. Kids these days. WOW I DIDN’T THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DIE FROM CUTE BUT THERE YOU GO IT’S THE RULES  NO, YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND. THIS IS LIKE THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD. AND NO ONE HAS MADE THIS INTO A LONG FANFIC? WHY? WHY? *SOBS*
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