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cockfabric:

the morning after you got that good dick

that-big-gay-impala:

THE SARCASM IN THIS POST IN LETHAL

that-big-gay-impala:

THE SARCASM IN THIS POST IN LETHAL

moriarteawithsugar:

leaving kudos on fics like

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bumbledean:

chainedtoacomet:

rusty-people-skills:

guitarminded:

All I’m saying is that nobody can deny the look of sheer adoration in Castiel’s eyes. Nobody.

^that’s very nice and civil but HAND ON SHOULDER IN THE THIRD GIF AND HAVE YOU EVER SEEN SOMEONE SO FUCKING IN LOVE THE ANSWER IS NO BECAUSE NO ONE IS MORE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE THAN CAS IS WITH DEAN SO EVERYONE ELSE JUST GO THE FUCK HOME

I especially love how Cas is so accepting of the hand, compared to, say, when Anna touches his hand, or Chuck’s hand on his shoulder in the kitchen scene. Here, though. Here, he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even look down at Dean’s hand. He’s just happy it’s there. 

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Suzy speaking the truth

vampireweekendsvibes:

request by anonymous →  ’Chris Baio dancing while he plays’

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ifunnyws:

Jonah Hill & Morgan Freeman

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Autism isn’t something a person has, or a “shell” that a person is trapped inside. There’s no normal child hidden behind the autism. Autism is a way of being. It is pervasive; it colors every experience, every sensation, perception, thought, emotion, and encounter, every aspect of existence. It is not possible to separate the autism from the person—and if it were possible, the person you’d have left would not be the same person you started with.

This is important, so take a moment to consider it: Autism is a way of being. It is not possible to separate the person from the autism.

Therefore, when parents say,

I wish my child did not have autism,

what they’re really saying is,

I wish the autistic child I have did not exist, and I had a different (non-autistic) child instead.

Read that again. This is what we hear when you mourn over our existence. This is what we hear when you pray for a cure. This is what we know, when you tell us of your fondest hopes and dreams for us: that your greatest wish is that one day we will cease to be, and strangers you can love will move in behind our faces.

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Jim Sinclair, “Don’t Mourn For Us” x (via andrandiriel)