reblogging for the tags above
(Source: sofuckingbeautifulbaby, via queenabaddonknightofhell)
castiel-counts-deans-freckles:
SOMEONE DID IT. YOU FINALLY MADE MY DREAM COME TRUE.
(Source: ghostcest, via bold-sartorial-statement)
LEAVE
(Source: scaredycas, via bold-sartorial-statement)
I had my hands full but I needed to turn on my light
so I just used my mouth and flicked the switch up with my tongue
and then I realized
uh
oh
WHY DOESN’T THIS HAVE MORE NOTES?! THIS IS HILARIOUS!!!!
THIS IS THE BEST
(via dark-will-rise)
that-sarah-is-such-a-cumberbitch:
Winchesters’ Thrift Shop (by deirdrecee)
I CANT STOP LAUGHIGN THIS IS THE GREATEST THING EVER
HOLY FUCKING SHIT I ADMIT I WAS DOUBTFUL THAT THIS WAS POSSIBLE WHEN I CLICKED PLAY, BUT NO, IT’S EVERYTHING AWESOME AND MORE.
yes I like it
Had to stop after 30 seconds
laughing way too hard
AWESOME!
Damn that’s a cold ass honkey
I’m actually dying of laughter right now OH MY GOD
omg that was way better than i thought xDD
No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.
Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?
Yes
Welcome to Tumblr
Oh god it hurts why would you ever
The meteor was coming.
Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
“Oh.”
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.
“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”
“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.”
“How do we play?”
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.
what the fuck is wrong with you
WOW HOLY FUCK THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART
*ugly sobbing*
Can you not…Just not.. I dont wanna cry today
(via thetardisand221b)
| Mom: | You find a job yet? |
|---|---|
| Me: | Nope. No crop circles, no mysterious disappearances, no unexplained deaths or electrical storms... Nothing... |
| Mom: | ....what |
| dean: | hey sammy i gotta talk to you about something |
|---|---|
| sam: | k |
| dean: | so...so it's like this all right |
| dean: | you know how i love pie the best |
| sam: | *sigh* yes i know how you love pie the best |
| dean: | yeah, i always did. since i can remember. |
| dean: | and if anybody ever even asked me to eat cake-- |
| sam: | you'd throw a bitch fit |
| dean: | i'd politely decline, shut up sammy i'm talking |
| dean: | anyway, all my life it was pie and not cake, not ever. |
| dean: | but imagine that one day this cake came into my life |
| dean: | this really amazing cake |
| dean: | like it looks like the most delicious thing to sit on a plate |
| dean: | plucked from god's own dessert tray if you will |
| dean: | and i'm like, damn, i need to eat this cake right now |
| dean: | and it's not like i don't still love pie, right, like pie is still awesome |
| dean: | but this cake looks so good that i might never eat pie again |
| dean: | i could see myself making sweet love to this cake for the rest of my life |
| sam: | dean wat |
| dean: | |
| sam: | what are you even saying |
| dean: | |
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| dean: | i might be a little bit gay for cas |
I kind of want God to show up after his vacation and be all
‘hello my children what happened wh—’
(via rainbowtrolls)
this boy in my high school literally was SO quiet and never spoke and then……,…„„ he…did this
SO um I’m the one responsible for this…I did it two years ago when I was home alone bored one day…I KNEW this would come back to haunt me I just KNEW IT.
ADELINA THANK YOU FOR TAGGING THIS FOR ME AKKK OH MY GOD I DONT KNOW WHETHER TO BE A BIT DISTURBED OR TURNED ON
(Source: sneeply, via shattered-logic)
Carry On My Wayward Son (lullaby Version)
Why can I so easily picture this playing in the spn series finale as the camera takes one last look moving over the dead bodies of all our favorite characters, stopping on the rusting frame of the impala and then slowly fading to black?
No! Into the corner with you!
As the music starts, the camera shows the sightless eyes of Kevin Tran, lying on the floor, weak body from starvation and sleepless nights apparent. The camera moves to show his mother, Mrs. Tran, lying next to him. Both of them tried to shield the other in the chaos and blood. They lie dead together.
The next scene shows Garth, lying on the ground, Bobby’s cap lying beside him, stained with blood. He is loosely holding a rifle, which contained salt, in an attempt to fight them off. To win once and for all. The salt is scattered on the ground around him. His body remains there until decayed.
The camera comes up from the ground to reveal the blank face of Sam Winchester, the one Azazel chose, the one who threw himself into hell for the good of earth. He lies, jacket stained, separated from his brother and his friends. He never got the family or the happy ending he wanted. His hair is stained and chopped, uneven in places. The blood drips down the side of his face, mirroring Jess.
Finally, we see Dean and Cas, dead on the ground. The scorch mark of Castiel’s wings cover the ground and Dean’s face and body, shielded by an angel until the very end. A gold amulet on the ground next to him, fallen out of his ripped trench coat. Dean clutches a demon blade, covered in blood, but more of his own than of the enemy. His body lies close to Cas, destined to remain together since he was raised from hell. They are now burnt and broken shells of men and angels. But they knew their only purpose.
In the corner of the field, hidden away in a presumably good parking spot, is the Impala, where it has been for a while, and will continue to be there until the trees and plants grow around it, crushing the windows, demolishing the rust, moulding the leather seats. The army men will be consumed by the soil, and in many years time, decompose. This car will be like any other old car seen abandoned in a field or on a road. Its age will show when Dean is not present to take care of her. The heater will never rattle again.
People will find the bodies, perhaps, and catalogue them as John or Jane Does, unknown to the world, unknown to the great service they gave them. They all gave their lives. And in return we live ours for them.
The camera fades to black.
DON NOT PLAY THE SONG WHILE READING THAT. YOU’LL FUCKING REGRET IT FOR LIFE OH GOD
Are you fucking kidding me right now holy fuck my life just ruined i don’t even want to thinking about that shit why would you do something like that on my god it’s six am and i’m fucking crying my eyes out thank you for that you asshats.
WERE YOU NOT HUGGED ENOUGH AS A CHILD
DID I KILL YOUR FATHER
IS THAT WHY YOU’RE HURTING ME
what if i killed you
my fucking keyboard is wet. GET OUT
(Source: certifiedsupernaturalist, via thetardisand221b)
A Hunter’s Heart
Dean Winchester never thought he would live a normal life. Living on the road since he was four, he knew only hardship and heartbreak, and lived through five types of hell before he actually knew the real thing. Good things didn’t happen, not in his experience.
Not until, that is, an angel named Castiel quite literally flew into his life.
And now not only did Dean have to deal with the apocalypse, a demon junkie brother, and an impossible destiny that would leave anyone gasping for an out, but the fact that he was falling for his fallen angel.
If Dean thought his life wasn’t normal before, well, it sure never would be again.
(via bold-sartorial-statement)
Step one you say we need to talk, he walks
you say sit down it’s just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong,
I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
no.
Pls leaf. Pls.
that was not very nice
STOP
thanks for that satan now i’m crying
*screeches*
FUCK YOU VERY MUCH
(Source: paralysedbeaver, via queenabaddonknightofhell)
