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Things Yahoo/Staff should change

rainbownova:

  • make a chat system
  • give alerts when someone answers your ask
  • REMOVE THE FUCKING ‘REBLOG AS A LINK’ THING
  • FIX THAT FUCKING TUMBLR VIDEO PLAYER GOD DAMNIT
  • search multiple tags at once
  • MAYBE HAVE A ‘LIVE VIDEO’ BUTTON OR SOMETHING
  • FUCKING REMOVE BLOGS THAT HAVE BEEN INACTIVE FOR 18 MONTHS
  • REMOVE BLOGS OF PEOPLE WHO SEND HATE OR VIOLATE THE RULES OF TUMBLR (YEA IM LOOKING AT YOU, 12.9 YEAR OLDS)
  • SENT FOLDER SENT FOLDER SENT FOLDER like I’m supposed to remember what I just said

cadignan: siterlas: Between blows, it occurs to you that this is what you had expected, once upon a time. This is what the old you expected out of the old Castiel, back at the barn, back when it was just you and some infernal creature, all howling wind and lightning flash. And wouldn’t that have been easier? Wouldn’t it have been easier if that were all he is - a force of nature, the sea that drowns you, the storm that felled the trees?  There is no malice in the destructiveness of a hurricane. This is all he is now: the storm. His empty eyes, devoid of tenderness, but devoid of cruelty too, and still you can’t shake the habit of love. Is that the word? You’re bleeding at his feet and you’re ready to die. Is that the meaning? Can the lightning love you back? You thought it could. It strikes in the same place more than once and your heart is sore from it.  You’re tired of losing people to themselves. “Cas-” you say, through the blood in your mouth, through the pain in every bone. And then you tell him the truth. My love, I am the speed of soundI left them motherless, fatherless,souls dangling inside-out from their mouthsbut it’s never enough My love, I’m an owl on the sill in the eveningbut morning finds youstill warm and breathing This tornado loves you. (x)
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cadignan: siterlas: Between blows, it occurs to you that this is what you had expected, once upon a time. This is what the old you expected out of the old Castiel, back at the barn, back when it was just you and some infernal creature, all howling wind and lightning flash. And wouldn’t that have been easier? Wouldn’t it have been easier if that were all he is - a force of nature, the sea that drowns you, the storm that felled the trees?  There is no malice in the destructiveness of a hurricane. This is all he is now: the storm. His empty eyes, devoid of tenderness, but devoid of cruelty too, and still you can’t shake the habit of love. Is that the word? You’re bleeding at his feet and you’re ready to die. Is that the meaning? Can the lightning love you back? You thought it could. It strikes in the same place more than once and your heart is sore from it.  You’re tired of losing people to themselves. “Cas-” you say, through the blood in your mouth, through the pain in every bone. And then you tell him the truth. My love, I am the speed of soundI left them motherless, fatherless,souls dangling inside-out from their mouthsbut it’s never enough My love, I’m an owl on the sill in the eveningbut morning finds youstill warm and breathing This tornado loves you. (x)
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cadignan: siterlas: Between blows, it occurs to you that this is what you had expected, once upon a time. This is what the old you expected out of the old Castiel, back at the barn, back when it was just you and some infernal creature, all howling wind and lightning flash. And wouldn’t that have been easier? Wouldn’t it have been easier if that were all he is - a force of nature, the sea that drowns you, the storm that felled the trees?  There is no malice in the destructiveness of a hurricane. This is all he is now: the storm. His empty eyes, devoid of tenderness, but devoid of cruelty too, and still you can’t shake the habit of love. Is that the word? You’re bleeding at his feet and you’re ready to die. Is that the meaning? Can the lightning love you back? You thought it could. It strikes in the same place more than once and your heart is sore from it.  You’re tired of losing people to themselves. “Cas-” you say, through the blood in your mouth, through the pain in every bone. And then you tell him the truth. My love, I am the speed of soundI left them motherless, fatherless,souls dangling inside-out from their mouthsbut it’s never enough My love, I’m an owl on the sill in the eveningbut morning finds youstill warm and breathing This tornado loves you. (x)
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cadignan:

siterlas:

Between blows, it occurs to you that this is what you had expected, once upon a time. This is what the old you expected out of the old Castiel, back at the barn, back when it was just you and some infernal creature, all howling wind and lightning flash. And wouldn’t that have been easier? Wouldn’t it have been easier if that were all he is - a force of nature, the sea that drowns you, the storm that felled the trees? 

There is no malice in the destructiveness of a hurricane. This is all he is now: the storm. His empty eyes, devoid of tenderness, but devoid of cruelty too, and still you can’t shake the habit of love. Is that the word? You’re bleeding at his feet and you’re ready to die. Is that the meaning? Can the lightning love you back? You thought it could. It strikes in the same place more than once and your heart is sore from it. 

You’re tired of losing people to themselves.

“Cas-” you say, through the blood in your mouth, through the pain in every bone. And then you tell him the truth.

My love, I am the speed of sound
I left them motherless, fatherless,
souls dangling inside-out from their mouths
but it’s never enough

My love, I’m an owl on the sill in the evening
but morning finds you
still warm and breathing

This tornado loves you. (x)

(Source: mufffliato)

elizabethdarcy: quirreldemort: imsorryfriendsimsorrylovers: wizardwarrior: noirbrisesbones-: It’s a secret code guys. Act casual. obsessedobsesser:i-aint-bovvered:chatterboxrose:homemadedarkmark: No. Fucking. Way.  IT’S A TRAP. shh just come   MY MIND IS BLOWN TOM RIDDLE IS A PEACEKEEPER FOR DISTRICT 7!? Thats the crazy ass axe and saw wielding district too.  RIDDLE. YOU GUYS, IT HAS THE NUMBER 7, TOO TFHGSZTDFHGV LASJDLKJASLKDJASL
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elizabethdarcy:

quirreldemort:

imsorryfriendsimsorrylovers:

wizardwarrior:

noirbrisesbones-:

It’s a secret code guys. Act casual.

obsessedobsesser:i-aint-bovvered:chatterboxrose:homemadedarkmark:

No. Fucking. Way. 

IT’S A TRAP.

shh just come 

 MY MIND IS BLOWN

TOM RIDDLE IS A PEACEKEEPER FOR DISTRICT 7!?

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Thats the crazy ass axe and saw wielding district too. 

RIDDLE.

YOU GUYS, IT HAS THE NUMBER 7, TOO TFHGSZTDFHGV

LASJDLKJASLKDJASL

thebeatleseveryday: teenytigress: SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY This is the cutest thing i have ever seen in my life
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thebeatleseveryday:

teenytigress:

SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY

This is the cutest thing i have ever seen in my life

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