dudewheresmypie:

A collection of 100 songs that remind us of Destiel.

Thank you to everyone who sent in suggestions!

  1. Trench Coat Angel by Tyler Ward
  2. I’ll Follow You Into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie
  3. Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy
  4. Let Him Go covered by Birdy
  5. Arms by Christina Perri
  6. Stay by Hurts
  7. I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz
  8. The Scientist by Coldplay
  9. Icarus by Bastille
  10. Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab
  11. I’ll Follow You by Shinedown
  12. Never Alone by BarlowGirl
  13. Say Something by A Great Big World
  14. Living of Love by The Avett Brothers
  15. Sacrilege by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
  16. A New Day Has Come by Céline Dion
  17. Another Set of Wings by Rocket to the Moon
  18. Angel Without Wings by Saving Abel
  19. For the Nights I Can’t Remember by Hedley
  20. Fall at Your Feet by Boy and Bear
  21. The End by Mayday Parade
  22. Sad Dream by Sky Ferreira
  23. Monster by Imagine Dragons
  24. Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips
  25. Fix You by Coldplay
  26. The Same by Red
  27. Angeles covered by Steve Carlson and Jensen Ackles
  28. Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
  29. If I Didn’t Have You by Thompson Square
  30. Explosions by Ellie Goulding
  31. Endlessly by The Cab
  32. Call Me by Shinedown
  33. Far Away by Nickelback
  34. Human by Christina Perri
  35. Remember Everything by Five Finger Death Punch
  36. What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flatts
  37. Devils Backbone by the Civil Wars
  38. Pass Me a Smoke by Strangejuice
  39. Be Mine by The Heavy
  40. Agony by Paloma Faith
  41. Safe Hands by Paper Aeroplanes
  42. Blackbird by The Beatles
  43. I Can’t Help Falling in Love With You by Elvis Presley
  44. Home by Phillip Phillips
  45. Bluebird by Sara Barielles
  46. Learn to Fly by Foo Fighters
  47. Stay by Michelle Featherstone
  48. Alone Together by Fall Out Boy
  49. Send Me An Angel by Scorpions
  50. All is Well by Radial Face
  51. Come Home by OneRepublic
  52. Safe and Sound by Azure Ray
  53. Hard to Love by Lee Brice
  54. Halo by Cage the Elephant
  55. Try by P!nk
  56. Next to Me by Emeli Sande
  57. The War by Josh Records
  58. My Fault by Imagine Dragons
  59. Stay by Rihanna
  60. Not With Haste by Mumford & Sons
  61. Everlasting Light by The Black Keys
  62. Fireside by Arctic Monkeys
  63. Guardian Angel by Abandon All Ships
  64. Start of Time by Gabrielle Aplin
  65. Fuel to Fire by Agnes Obel
  66. Drop in the Ocean by Ron Pope
  67. Grow Old With Me by Tom Odell
  68. Behind Blue Eyes by The Who 
  69. God and Satan by Billy Clyro
  70. Lie to Me by 12 Stones
  71. For the Windows in Paradise by Sufjan Stevens
  72. Precious by Depeche Mode
  73. Whiskey, Whiskey, Whiskey by John Mayer
  74. World on Fire by Les Friction
  75. Bronte by Gotye
  76. Can’t Pretend by Tom Odell
  77. War by Poets of the Fall
  78. Demolition Lovers by My Chemical Romance
  79. Again by Flyleaf
  80. One Foot Before the Other by Frank Turner
  81. The Mirror and the Ripper by Volbeat
  82. What I Never Want by Mike Hale 
  83. Short Change Hero by The Heavy
  84. Unintended by Muse
  85. Sleeping with Ghosts by Placebo
  86. Her Love is My Religion by The Cab
  87. Young & Beautiful by Lana del Rey
  88. SCARECROW by My Chemical Romance
  89. My Same by Adele
  90. End of Time by Beyonce
  91. Medicine by Daughter
  92. Times by Tenth Avenue North
  93. Run to You by Pentatonix
  94. Never Gonna Change by Broods
  95. You’re the Inspiration by Chicago
  96. Angel of Mine by Monica
  97. Props and Mayhem by Pierce the Veil
  98. This World Can’t Tear Us Apart by Trivium
  99. Armo by Apulanta
  100. Until We Bleed by Kleerup ft. Lykke Li

View select lyrics and the answered messages here. Again, thank you to the contributors! That was the most epic ask game I’ve ever played!

notspeakingisnt-notlistening:

annalisah:

COUNTER // CULTURE

For my photography class I did series of self-portraits in which I attempted to portray culture and counterculture for the past 10 decades. This is the product of that idea…

this is SO COOL oh man

titles-for-tangents:

conquerorwurm:

catp0rn:

cptprocrastination:

BABIES

THOSE TINY LITTLE MEOWS OH MY GOSH SO PRECIOUS 

THE BABIES ALL THINK THEIR NAME IS “BABIES”

"Where are the beebies?"

"*mew*"

"Beebies!"

"Mew!"

I FIGURED OUT THE ONE THING THE SUPERNATURAL FANDOM DOESN’T HAVE A GIF FOR

dean-bangs-cas-in-the-impala:

fidget98160:

iniquitysoneoftheperks:

cardiffwaless:

THEIR OTP KISSING

image

image

you were saying?

Good job, fidget!!! :D

relahvant:

drunkonfairyblood:

bringingsherlockbach:

Celebrities taking the underground

What fucking subway is this

imagine just getting on a train and bam your fav celebrity is sitting there listening to miley cyrus and eating a burrito

lifewasted:

templeofthebabes:

project-alexithymia:

skinnyliesandbloodylines:

serrabloodsong:

empresspinto:

reactional:

religiousmom:

if you think I won’t wear the same bra for three weeks straight you are dead wrong

some girls change their bras daily?

How often are you supposed to change them? O_o

Wait…you’re supposed to own more than one?

Wait some people only own one bra?

Dude, have you seen how expensive bras are for a comfortable one?

whats a bra

where am i

42

valeria2067:

It’s been nearly two months, now. In a way, it feels good. Sherlock feels centered with John has back at Baker Street, even if it is only for the time being, only until he can face living with his…well, who exactly is she, again? His wife? Married to him under a false name? Not exactly legal. His partner? A woman he knows absolutely nothing about, who has absolutely nothing in common with the person he thought he married? The mother of his child? Yes. There it is. She, whoever she may be, is presumably carrying John Watson’s child. “She lied about everything else, Sherlock! Who’s to say that’s even my baby she’s carrying? How the hell would I know without tests?” Sherlock keeps his voice as calm as possible. “Do you want tests, John? I’m sure we could arrange something, convince her if she refuses…” “I don’t know WHAT I WANT, DAMN IT ALL!” The words hang in the air, a mental echo lingering long after the audible one. In the back of Sherlock’s mind, a soft, menacing Irish voice replies, “I think we both know that’s not quite true.”

“I have to meet with Lestrade in half an hour. You coming?” This is what you want, John. This is your old life. Just the two of us. Against the world. This is where you say oh, God, yes. Instead, John utters a long, ragged sigh. “No. No, I’m….going to make it an early night. I need to sleep.” “Of course, John.” It’s nothing, as it turns out. Run-of-the mill blackmail. Adultery. Boring. Within an hour Sherlock is back at the flat, treading softly so as not to wake John. Only John isn’t sleeping. The muffled sounds coming from his room aren’t snores. They’re sobs. John’s weeping, for the third time in as many weeks. Sherlock looks in on him, just for a moment, just from behind the door. Just to be sure there isn’t a bottle of pills on the bedside table, or, God forbid, the Browning. Unnecessary, of course. John would never take that path. Still… Sherlock pauses for a moment when he sees him there, in bed, on his side, facing the open door. The sound of weeping has stopped, but the tears are still flowing steadily across John’s cheek, even over the bridge of his nose, dripping unabated onto the pillow and mattress. The steel-blue eyes are full of pain, just as they had been for the first few seconds when he’d finally recognized his “dead” friend at the restaurant. Without speaking, John stretches an open hand toward Sherlock. Sherlock’s mouth drops open.

“Come here.” Sherlock feels his legs are moving towards the bed before his brain fully registers what is happening. Soon he is sitting on the edge of the bed, then leaning down to take John’s hand, then reclining full-length next to John’s warm body, the dampness left from John’s tears wetting Sherlock’s own cheek. “I lied earlier, Sherlock,” John says after a few minutes. “I do know what I want. But I can’t have it. I’ve fucked it up. Not just me. All of us, I think. We all have. I thought you were dead; I thought I knew who Mary was. I thought I could make a life…. And now there’s a baby… I can’t turn my back on a child. I won’t, not even for the one thing I…” John’s eyes squeeze shut and his jaw tightens. “Sherlock, why didn’t we have time? Why didn’t you give me time to figure this out BEFORE you were gone? Before I grieved and tried to make my peace with what I can’t bloody have?” Slowly, Sherlock allows himself to trace a long thumb along the wet trail on John’s cheek. He is frankly amazed that his hand isn’t batted away. How could life, these circumstances, have done this to such a strong man? Why must John continue to suffer for the sins of others? There must be a way out. A way forward. Think, dammit. “We have time, John. Listen to me. We do have time. I can help you. I can find a way to make it all work again. We just need to plan. We need to know what we’re up against, and we need to choose our actions, and our words, quite carefully. Prepared actions. Prepared words.” John nods, and his hand moves up to Sherlock’s, pulls it down between them, and closes around it as much as it can. “D’you mind to… will you stay here for a bit? I just want to rest. Just for an hour. Will you do that?” “Of course, John. Yes. We can rest like this if you like.” John laughs but doesn’t open his eyes. “I don’t expect you to rest, Sherlock Holmes. I’m not stupid. I just want you here with me for once.”

“I’m here John.” “And just for an hour, I don’t want to think about tomorrow or the next day or any of future.” “I understand.” Sherlock watches some of the tension leave John’s face. He feels John’s breaths become a bit slower and less laboured. I will solve this, John. I will. I can’t change what is past, but I can find a way to fix what is to come. I made a vow, which I intend to keep. The problems of your future, John Watson, are my privilege.

thoselonelyeyes:

fullmoon-unicorn:

the starry sky on the himalayas

CLICK ON THE PIC BRO

hen-wlad-fy-nhadau:

Corvo Castelo, Castelo de Dinas, Llangollen, Wales 

JYNX