A multi-fandom/bandom blog for a bunch of cool shit I like :)






and then a week later appeared at a con

#HOW DO YOU EXIST #misha collins #for that matter who the fuck took a photo of him being dashed into the ER in a neckbrace on a stretcher #was he like VICKI YOU GOTTA GET THIS IT’LL MAKE A GREAT TWITTER POST #and vicki was like #IF YOU DIE I’M PUTTING THIS ON YOUR TOMBSTONE WITH THAT QUOTE #AS PROOF THAT I MARRIED AN INSANE PERSON #YOU DELIRIOUS FUCK #and then misha complained about the sandwiches on the internet #misha collins #life-ruiner

#misha #the only guy that could care less about being thrown out of a car

we now know that misha would probably tweet from his death bed

tells West to take a picture of him on his death bed, coughing and weak and he’s like in his out of breath voice, ‘son.. you gotta do this.. please.. my last wish..’ 

and west sighs and takes out his phone and takes a picture of misha with his hands on his chest criss-crossed and his eyes closed. he then takes the phone from west and slowly types: 

‘see you in the other side, bitchez!!! ttyl! bbq!’

(Source: heathyr)


life hack: don’t send homophobic hate to someone who runs a blog about a bunch of flaming homosexuals.


I feel that everyone has their own interpretations of Twenty One Pilots songs. Like you could play Ode to Sleep and everyone would have slightly different reasons to why that song means something to them. And its like that with every song and that blows my mind.


is there ever that one celebrity that no matter what mood youre in, if you feel like crap you just see a picture of them and you just smile and think “thank you for existing” because they have made your day brighter even if you don’t really know them 

(Source: lordviserys)