Hello. My name is Megan. You've stumbled onto my tumblr. Enjoy!

On this tumblr you'll find: Supernatural, Doctor Who, Christian Kane, Comic books, Captain America, my life, etc.

 

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sractheninja:

I didn’t know it, but I’ve been waiting SO LONG for this gifset. 

I unironically believe that this is one of the greatest songs in existence

But this gifset is. Just a tribute.

(Source: i-dig-rock-n-roll-music)

Conversation I had with my dad today as we were outside the supermarket.

me: *notices a cab that just so happens to be the modern make of a chevy impala*

me: ew

dad: what?

me: is that what impalas look like anymore? that's an awful looking car.

dad: you know, impalas used to be really nice cars. my friend had one when i was younger

me: what year was the model?

dad: uhh, '67 i think, with a really nice black paint job. yeah, they used to be beautiful cars, huge with four doors. then they modernized it and turned it into that *points to new impala* you have no idea how nice this car was

me: i know how awesome impalas are, i want one really bad. well a classic anyway.

dad: i remember one time, he was gonna sell it... i think he kept it though. i should've bought it.

me: why didn't you?

dad: he moved away or i didn't have enough money, i don't remember.

me: that sucks.

dad: come to think of it, i didn't see him much

me: why not?

dad: i don't know, he liked road trips a lot. he always came back after some time but he was gone a lot.

me: what was his name?

dad: john.

beben-eleben:


There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”