Mind Vomit

Hi everyone. My Name is Katy. I keep joining new fandoms so I can't put them all here but chances are if it's on tumblr I've at least dabbled in it. Follow at your own risk. This blog is a constant regurgitation of what I see and think!
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  • wificode:

    the pain in her eyes

    (Source: princesspond)

  • Question reblogged from Ask Baby!Natural!
    Can you draw dean and Cas in sailor uniform please

    Asked by ravenwolvesman

  • nevergoingbackthere:


    are dogs even real

    Fortunately yes

  • Video reblogged from Hey Jude



    How Marvel Characters Eat Their Food - A MEM Parody



    Iron Man tho hahaha

  • Photoset reblogged from Blog of Serendipity


    me and nyenuma did a thing

  • Post reblogged from The Fool Who Knows


    The day is cool and beautiful and lazy and white clouds are passing by my window and I end up writing destiel.


    Dean has this ‘tough guy’ attitude, that makes him say he doesn’t need covers to sleep, he’s never cold. That he’s not used to sleeping with people and cuddle because he needs his space and really, he needs his four hours sleep to be relaxing and not ending up chocking on someone’s hair.

    Except, he snatches all the covers in his sleep. He pulls the sheets from Cas and then roll himself in them like some giant caterpillar. Except he sleeps his way all through noon, when they’re not on a job, only to say he will make brunch, because it’s so too late for breakfast anyway. And Cas knows it’s just an excuse for him to cook, but he loves to watch Dean around a kitchen, so he smiles and nods.

    Except, Dean snuggle up to Cas at night. He puts one arm heavy with sleep around his waist and pulls him close. He sneaks the other under Cas and holds him tight, nuzzling his neck and breathing softly over his collarbone. He tangles their legs together, until they are in an uncomfortable and unsustainable position, but Cas doesn’t really matter. He just watches Dean smile blissfully in his sleep, and thread his fingers gently through his hair.

    Sometimes Dean kisses Cas in his sleep, and sometimes Cas just enjoy the lazy brush of their lips. Some other times, Cas kisses him back, until Dean is halfway awake and moaning under his mouth, and Cas makes love to him, sweet and slow, and Dean whispers his name against his skin, filled with love and  wonder.

    They lay in the tangled nest of sheets in a very uncomfortable and unsustainable position, but they don’t care. Dean pulls a cover over them up to their heads, and they remain there until noon passes, and it’s too late for breakfast again.

  • anastiel:

    based off of this post

    It happens so fast, a sharp searing pain and then darkness. Cas doesn’t even realize he is dead at first, not until he opens his eyes and he is no longer tied to a chair but sitting on a dock overlooking a rippling blue lake. 

    He’s alone. The wooden dock is warm against his hands and the wind ruffles the hair at the back of his neck. His pant-legs are rolled up and his feet are kicking back and forth in the cool water. It’s peaceful in a way he’s never known and somehow the fact that he is dead doesn’t phase him. 

    Cas doesn’t have time to muse upon the realization of his death when he hears the light stepping of bare feet on the dock behind him. He turns and freezes, eyes wide when he sees Dean. 

    "Did she kill you too?" 

    Dean frowns in confusion, moving to sit down next to Cas on the dock, copying Cas and putting his feet in the water. 

    "No… what are you talking about? You were just at home a few minutes ago and I told you I’d put dinner away and then join you," Dean explains, giving Cas a wary look.

    "Oh," Cas says softly, looking away from Dean and staring at his feet going back and forth in the water.

    "You sure you’re okay?" Dean asks, reaching down and taking Cas’s hand, rubbing worried circles into his palm.

    Cas almost flinches away in shock at the intimate touch, something his Dean would never do but he’s always wanted him to. In fact this dock, this moment with Dean is a reoccurring dream of his he’s had practically every night since becoming human. So this must be the new heaven, a replaying of one’s most treasured dreams.

    "I’m fine," Cas answers with a small smile, raising his eyes to Dean’s again. 

    He gazes into Dean’s eyes for a few moments; if this is dream world then that means he can kiss Dean. 

    Cas doesn’t ask, he doesn’t pause, he surges forward and presses his lips firmly against Dean’s. Dean melts against him and Cas almost sobs in relief. Dean’s hand leaves his and moves to join the other, wrapping his arms around Cas’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair as they kiss. This really is heaven. Dean here and in the flesh feels so good against him and Cas never wants to stop kissing him. Ever. 

    Cas is about to deepen the kiss when everything around him starts shaking. His eyes flash open and Dean’s face blurs in front of him, dissolving away into darkness. 

    "Dean! Dean!" He yells, grasping at Dean’s fading face, frantically trying to get him back.

    "Dean?" He tries weakly, blinking again and when his eyes reopen he is no longer at the lake but back in April’s apartment. 

    He blinks a few more times, eyes widening when he sees his Dean in front of him. 

    Heaven was nice, giving him everything he’s ever wanted with Dean. But give him a choice and he’d choose this Dean every time.

  • babygoatsandfriends:




    (Source: babygoatsandfriends)

  • becks28nz:

    "Classic Who"

  • cedricdigory:

    whenever i need a laugh i remember that if he hadn’t died james potter would have been dudley’s uncle. Picture James interacting with dudley. just do it, picture the scene

  • dahliasheng:

    I'm lookin' right at the other half of me.
  • (Source: spnaturalscreencaps)

  • ex0skeletal:

    Fun shark attack facts:

    • In 1996, toilets injured 43,000 Americans a year. Sharks injured 13.
    • In 1996, 2,600 Americans were injured by room fresheners. Sharks injured 13.
    • In 1996, buckets and pails injured almost 11,000 Americans. Sharks injured 13.
    • For every human killed by a shark, humans kill approximately two million sharks.


    1. Humans are assholes.
    2. Sharks are not assholes.
    3. Apparently everyone in 1996 lived in a real-life infomercial.
  • dontlikegreeneggs-sam-i-am:

    Get to know me meme: favorite Relationships (1/5)

    Rory and Amy (Doctor Who)

    "You know when, sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later, they’re as dull as a brick? then there’s other people, and you meet them and you think, ‘not bad; they’re okay.’ and then you get to know them, and their face sort of becomes them, like their personality is written all over it. and they just turn into something so beautiful. rory’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.""

  • Photoset reblogged from RESIDENT SNAIL NERD


    Benny makes friends with the snailiens