once-upon-a-time-the-end:

Maybe something from Purgatory? Like huddling around a fire for warmth?!
And then….


youdtearthiscanvasskinapart:

illegalsoma:

DONT TRUST GUYS THAT WEAR LEATHER JACKETS YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE AND YOU WILL DIE

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(Source: hologran)



shubbabang:

Ever read a fic that is so heart wrenchingly beautiful and sad that you’re just like

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assbutt-in-the-garrison:

speightstiel:

buttspeightjr:

i like that the SPN description on Netflix is ‘Siblings Dean and Sam crisscross the country, investigating paranormal activity and picking fights with demons, ghosts, and monsters’

picking fights

it makes it sounds like the demons, ghosts, and monsters are like just hanging out and all of a sudden dean and sam show up and like bug the shit out of them

“hey wendigo, nice wig, what’s it made of?”

“YOUR DEAD MOM’S CHEST HAIR”

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(Source: geargie)



death-the-pale-horseman:

jaackles:

tardis-mind-palace:

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.

did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels

#And Dean turns back and walks back into the gates#He treks up an inclined road until it flattens and curves around#When he reaches his heaven Dean raises a free hand above his head and yells #’SAM#CAS #LOOKIT! PIE!’ (x)

death-the-pale-horseman:

jaackles:

tardis-mind-palace:

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.

did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels

   (x)

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(Source: jenarcherwood)



shingeki-no-flute-fluff:

lithefider:

glorious-godofchaos:

reyairia:

pirateking92:

“That’s your otp”?

“They’re just friends”

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“That’s your otp”?

“But they hate each other.”

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“That’s your otp?” 

“But they’re not gay.”

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"That’s your otp?"

"But they are like 2 feet apart in height."

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"That’s your otp?"

"But one of them is dead."

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perksofbeingafanboy:

I’d happily watch an 8 hour film adaptation of a book if it meant every little book detail was put in it



completely-dunn:

wifipassworcl:

thepottertardis:

apertures413thdoctor:

pleatedjeans:

via

Ellen what the fuck happened in 1998

ellen degeneres came out in 1997

yeah but ellen what happened in 2014

ellen page came out in 2014

completely-dunn:

wifipassworcl:

thepottertardis:

apertures413thdoctor:

pleatedjeans:

via

Ellen what the fuck happened in 1998

ellen degeneres came out in 1997

yeah but ellen what happened in 2014

ellen page came out in 2014




sotrac:

dean-bangs-cas-in-the-impala:

a-black-1967-chevrolet-impala:

fassabendover:

misha-bawlins:

As always, Jared must know something about Jensen that the rest of us don’t.

I wonder

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what

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on Earth

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could Jared

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possibly

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have meant

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I was already laughing and thE FREAKING LAST GIF HAPPENED AND I JUST LOST ALL MY CRAP

I was cackling but I lost my s*it when I saw Misha…..

(Source: samandbean)




mishnjay:

–– the patriot’s blood is the seed of freedom’s tree




(Source: lordwhat)



neoputa:

i have unlimited texting and i only text 3 people ever i think my phone company looks at my bill and just laughs



dirtyovercoats:

a sigil for you if you want to summon angels to your blogs ;u;

dirtyovercoats:

a sigil for you if you want to summon angels to your blogs ;u;



Info from Robbie’s live tweets that I like:

littlehollyleaf:

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Metatron as a fanfic - sorry ‘transformative works’ - writer, yay! :)

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Damn, that would have been cool!

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Good job, Misha :)