How to make Piñata cookies!

saucefactory:

nada-interessante:

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I JUST FOUND OUT MY EYEBALLS HAVE TASTEBUDS, TOO

HOLY SHIT

(via that-stupid-tardis-sound)

trentaicedcoffee:

"The bracelet is infused with elements sourced from the highest and lowest points on Earth. The white ball, carrying water from Mt. Everest, and the black ball, holding mud from the Dead Sea, exist on opposite ends. A string of clear beads link the two, signifying that throughout life’s circular journey, your path is your own."

(via all-of-those-pretty-lights)

theskieswillfall:

hairy-legs-and-homestuck:

Muggleborns at Hogwarts
(1/?)

Every tumblr user ever would be part of that society. We can’t live without internet.

(via imposswald)

wearitcounts:

thescienceofjohnlock:

Benedict you little

I bet they both do that all the fucking time.

the best thing about this is it happened after about 10 minutes of Ben trying desperately to get Martin’s attention and then finally he was just like, fuck it, I’m going for the butt.

(Source: holmeswilliam, via just-so-tired-of-waiting)

spooktre:

Are cats even real?

(Source: shanedora, via gnarly)

weirdsynthnoises:

urqtgf:

How do you do stuff without feeling embarrassed

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(via whovianpotterlocked)

Phone Lestrade, tell him there’s an escaped rabbit.

(Source: holmesworthy, via just-so-tired-of-waiting)

kelsthericeball:

sam’s face is precious. its a combination of pure terror at first and then confusion

  

(via i-stole-the-cookie-from-the-jar)

tennants-hair:

horcrux-of-the-superwholocked:

tennants-hair:

have I told you about that time in 5th grade when my school had a blackout and I whispered ”lumos” and the lights came back on

because I just

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You were 11 in 5th grade, yes?

HOLY MOTHER OF-

I KNEW IT FUCK YEAH MY LETTER JUST GOT LOST

(via catch-thecumbersnitch)

night-people:

xharries:

Put a letter from A-Z in my ask and I’ll tell you 1 thing I love which starts with that letter.

THIS IS CUTE PLEASE

(Source: jceygatto, via catch-thecumbersnitch)

500daysofemily:

this is great because i bet that’s what they felt like. Like everything else in the world had stopped and it was just the two of them. So freaking cute i’m sad

(Source: forevershameless, via oddsarentinmyfavor)

there-was-no-other-sound:

rnultiplayer:

wanna know what a cow looks like washed and blow dried?

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that is what a cow looks like washed and blow dried

FLUFFY MILK HORSE

(via king-bapalapashamalamadingdong)

kahario:

I CANT BREATHE

(Source: thejokerette91, via neverlands-l0st-girls)

whelvenwings:

prompt by the fantastically cute rachesduncan :Dean and Cas get caught in the pouring rain and they only have one umbrella to share

Gabriel walked into the impressive new block of apartments, his delivery bag on his shoulder. Paradise Apartments was all marble and potted-fern sophistication, with wide stairs carpeted in blue and a lobby decorated with nondescript paintings of landscapes. On one wall was a series of metal lockers: they were post boxes belonging to the building’s occupants. Gabriel approached them, pulling a large package out of his bag; Quality Knitting Supplies was stamped in fluting pink ink in the top corner. Gabriel didn’t need to look at the addressee: this had to belong to Castiel, number seven. He balanced the package on the edge of the slot, ready to drop it into Castiel’s post box.

“Oh, excuse me. Sorry. I apologise,” came a voice, echoing down the hallway. Gabriel glanced up the stairs to see a dark-haired man leaving the lift, accidentally hitting someone else in the lift in the face with a large helium balloon. “Please excuse me.” He left the elevator; Gabriel caught sight of the tall, brown-haired man behind him, rolling his eyes and flicking his apartment key – with a large number twelve on it – from hand to hand. The doors slid closed.

“Good morning, Castiel,” Gabriel asked. He’d met Cas once before, when the guy’s knitting supplies hadn’t been able to fit in his post box and he’d had to go upstairs.

“No, it’s not,” Cas said flatly, dragging his balloon behind him. “I just hit an attractive man in the face with a balloon. I’m pretty sure that’s not the best way to catch his attention.”

Gabriel nodded, ignoring the wisecrack comments that came to mind.

“I must go, I have to help set up my cousin’s birthday party,” Cas said, heading for the door with a gloomy expression.

Gabriel cocked his head to one side, turning back to the post boxes. He could push the package into number seven, and be on his way. And yet…

His eyes slid sideways, coming to rest on box number twelve. Sam and Dean Winchester, read the shiny new label. Gabriel pursed his lips thoughtfully, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

He barely hesitated before pushing the package into the wrong post box.

“Troublemaker, matchmaker,” Gabriel muttered to himself with a grin. “It’s all the same.”

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