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“Yo. This shit’s weird.” Kanye says, flicking the stick in his hand. He stares at the giant castle in the distance and announces, “I run this shit now.”

The halls rejoice and Kanye West is proudly declared the new headmaster of Hogwarts.
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memeslanding: Damn you GRRM and your complex characters! I don’t know what to feel anymore. http://bit.ly/11xQQJU

memeslanding:

Damn you GRRM and your complex characters! I don’t know what to feel anymore. http://bit.ly/11xQQJU

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I’m old, Dean. Very old. As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg. Regardless — at the end, I’ll reap him, too.

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chainedtoacomet: When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday.  He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US. He eats every deep fried concoction possible. When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester. Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another. “I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.” Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie. Dean takes the bag, mystified. “Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

chainedtoacomet:

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday. 

He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.

He eats every deep fried concoction possible.

When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.

Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.

“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”

Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.

Dean takes the bag, mystified.

“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

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Paul Bettany being ironic and obviously having no clue how right he is (X)

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Life before DVRs. (Taken with Instagram)

Life before DVRs. (Taken with Instagram)

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hamburgerjack: sooolondon: blackmanplusknowledge: hipsandhoops: highclasshomelessman: Wait. Dead… Who is doing this? I laughed from a healthy place..twice. *DYING* Mulan is killing me again.  All I keep getting from this in addition to lulz is that Cinderella and Belle are fucking racists. Fitting… actually.

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sooolondon:

blackmanplusknowledge:

hipsandhoops:

highclasshomelessman:

Wait.

Dead…

Who is doing this? I laughed from a healthy place..twice.

*DYING* Mulan is killing me again. 

All I keep getting from this in addition to lulz is that Cinderella and Belle are fucking racists.

Fitting… actually.

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