Loz's posts of random

watchtheskytonight:

scootaloo-pootaloo:

scottishtempertantrum:

her little face jkhgkfyfh j

One good thing about this movie: he could have said “no, shooting arrows is not for little girls” but instead he said “no, shooting with that big bow is not for little girls. use this small one.” i think that’s fantastic.

Best dad ever award

(via fracturedanonymity)

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Reblog this if its okay for your followers to introduce themselves to you.

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barkingmad98:

cakeandspankings:

wormstash:

& long live the look on your face.

“Why did you name me that?”

But the people closest to him knew. Sam, his wife, old friends from their hunting days who’d similarly gathered and adopted a quiet life throughout the years. None of them wanted it, of course; no one ever did, but age takes its toll on everyone. They’d all privately agreed that trying to relive the past did nothing anymore.

Which is why moments like these were so difficult. Dean had nothing left of him. Not a picture or a letter or a souvenir of any kind. Nothing to say that he ever existed, other than the faded, crumbled memories left in his tired, old mind. He has nothing for his son but words, and none of them would make sense. Because both Dean and Sam had agreed to hold back details of their supernatural exploits from their children. The hunting days were over, and their children had no need of a life like that.

A picture would’ve helped. Dean could say, ‘see this man here? I named you after him.’ But there was only ever one picture, burned to ash not even two days after it was taken. The only proof there ever was of an angel who saved his life, and his brother’s, over and over again. An angel who - and Dean could admit this now, finally, after so many years  - gave up everything for him, risked everything to be a part of his life and change it in a way no one ever had before.

He exhales slowly and gently looks to his son.

“I just thought it was a really great name, Cas.”

(via sherleyholmes)

imightevenfly:

princessmoran:

my favorite game is “shit i lost my phone in my blankets where the fuck did it go”

also “i shook my blankets to find my phone and it went flying across the room into a wall.”

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localshopofhorrors:

goldembers:

hey-cassbutts:

douglascarter:

a photoset just froze wrong on my dash and i can’t stop laughing

nice legs jared

nice legs daisy dukes makes a moose go

DYING

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEBODY TO DO THIS. OH GOD. SCREAMING

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internetfeet:

People mistake ovulation and menstruation to be the same thing when in fact they aren’t

Ovulation is when the eggs are saying “hello friends I am here”

And menstuation is when the eggs are saying “goodbye friends I am gone”

(via teenage-mutant-ninja-demon)

numbtongue:

“ So, we’ve managed to eliminate all enemy ships, no one on board was injured, and the successful rescue of the Kobayashi Maru crew is under way. Anything else? ”

#the fact that bones doesn’t even bother trying to hide his delight #like jim whatever you did is going to blow up in your face in point five seconds but excuse me for a minute while i SUCK ON THAT STARFLEET #ten bucks says he smacked the back of jim’s head the second they were out of there #”what did you do” #”uh beat the unbeatable test? like a badass? will you - seriously motherfuck ow do no harm bones!” #while bones mutters something about ”dumbest human alive” and ”genius my ass” and drags him to a bar and buys him a drink

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scienceheroextraordinaire:

0ver-doze:

lamp

guaranteed to make your friends shit themselves

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