they got mad
Okay I’m just gonna throw this out here for a sec.
Everyone who said “wake up” or anything of the sort is an ASSHOLE. I’m gonna excuse the people who don’t know about this but that song was written because the singer’s dad died on September first. Supposedly when the funeral for his father came (he was a child) he went to his room and said “wake me up when September ends.” This song is personal to him and anyone who says “wake up” knowing how important this song is is a jackass and I will lose all respect for them.
His father died of cancer. It’s not something to joke about. We’ve all lost someone at some point in our lives. Saying “wake up” to the singer who only wrote this son in memory of a loved one is distrepectful as fuck. How would you like it if someone came over and pissed on the grave of someone you love, whether it be family or friend? That’s essentially what people are doing here.
Green Day/Billie Joe even asked people to stop. To those who didn’t listen: Fuck you. You’re inconsiderate assholes.
Signal Boost the fuck out of this. I want people to know how much it hurts Billie Joe Armstrong to see these goddamn messages every year when all he wanted to do was remember someone he loved.
this is a really lame idea, but what the heck. ok so if you see this picture on your dash, you HAVE to smile. just force a smile, it’ll (hopefully) make you feel better. and reblog this so people can see this and smile. if you’re having a bad day, just remember that i love you and i’m (and all of the people who reblog this) here for you! and remember to smile, because no matter what happens, it always gets better.
THIS IS NICE BC I KNOW THAT THIS POST HAS MADE 26000+ PEOPLE SMILE INCLUDING ME
WHY HADN’T I SEEN THIS BEFORE???
he didn’t stop there
Via SONICALLY SCREWING YOU
The Walking Debt
*misses an episode of supernatural*
sam dies, destiel becomes canon, satan rises and joins a boy band
“My family is even more broken than before.”
((I accidentally a one-shot))
Gabriel walked into the room to find his younger brother Castiel, crying and holding two of his dolls, the third on the floor, below where he was hovering, all ripped.
"Castiel, what happened," he asked, horrified. A fresh wave of tears washed down his face as he whimpered.
"My family is even more broken than before." He hid his face partially behind his doll, the one he had named "Dean". "Lucifer came and broke them even more."
Scowling, Gabriel moved over and ran a light hand over his little brother’s head. “It’s okay, Cas, we can fix them.”
"No, we can’t! Bobby’s dead and Dean’s really broken and Sammy’s almost beyond fixing," he cried and Gabriel smiled.
"Now, now, all we have to do is sew them back up," he smiled and kissed his little brother’s head. Looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, he nodded and carefully picked Bobby and all of his stuffing up.
"So they’re having surgery?"
"Yes, Cas, they’re going to have surgery. It’s okay, it won’t take long," he smiled and kissed his forehead as he pulled his sewing kit out of the hall closet. "C’mon, just on the kitchen table."
Smiling a little, tender hopeful smile, Cas carefully carried his three family members and set them on the table, but not before demanding a tea towel and a pillow a piece. “They have to be comfortable, Gabe! They HAVE to!”
Humouring him, Gabe did as asked, and before Castiel could say “Lickety split” they were all fixed. You couldn’t even see the stitches he had put in.
Beaming, Castiel threw his arms around his brother and kissed his cheek, before carefully picking up and cuddling all three of them.
"And Cas? If Lucifer hurts them again, yell for me okay? Just Yell "No" Really loud and I"ll come, okay?"
Nodding, he smiled and gave each doll a kiss on the forehead and told them he loved them, and with his little wings fluttering, flew off back to his room, where he could huddle back up with his family and maybe take a nap.