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whataslayeris:

Buffy x Dean parallels [Sex with Angels]

BtVS 2x13. Surprise / 2x14. Innocence

SPN 4x10. Heaven and Hell

    (Source: darrencriss2)

      olkenearthsinger:

is this dark souls

      olkenearthsinger:

      is this dark souls

        allenbybeardsley:

        *video game boss the size of a skyscraper* 

        "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIGHT THIS THING" 

        *ten minutes later* 

        "that…was surprisingly easy." 

        *video game boss that is just normal dude with sword* 

        "ahhh this’ll probably be easy" 

        *ten hours later*

        "fuck. shit. god. I can’t do this anymore. you’ve bested me. I will no longer play a game again. I have been disgraced." 

            radiicvl:

plhants:

morgancrawf:

official-maximum-ride:

Decided to take a video while flying this morning.
Best. Idea. Ever.

perfection

Reminder that this actually exists in our world
THIS IS REAL

I’m gonna cry.

            radiicvl:

            plhants:

            morgancrawf:

            official-maximum-ride:

            Decided to take a video while flying this morning.

            Best. Idea. Ever.

            perfection

            Reminder that this actually exists in our world


            THIS IS REAL

            I’m gonna cry.

              spnseestra:

zoegetsabout:

Ugh tummy teaser


J

              spnseestra:

              zoegetsabout:

              Ugh tummy teaser

              J

              (Source: lolamp5312)

                popculturesavvyangel:

ilovestarkidtoomuch:

popculturesavvyangel:

hunters-of-221b-from-gallifrey:

popculturesavvyangel:

Kissing the top of the child’s forehead, John watched his baby boy slowly drift in his crib. It wasn’t a huge surprise to him that Sam’s first word was “daddy”. Whispering his I love you, he then turned back, out of the room and into the main area where he sat down on the couch, pulling out his journal to continue writing. It had been six months since Mary died. Dean still wouldn’t utter a word.
As weeks past, they continued to wander the country. John’s ambition seemed to become more prominent with every case he finished. It had been eight months since Mary died. Dean still wouldn’t utter a word.
They found their way back to Lawrence, Kansas. John had decided to take his children to visit Mary’s grave. Sammy was walking, able to form a few sentences even. As he waddled up to the grave, he immediately looked over it in curiosity. “I miss mommy.” he pouted and John sighed, closing his eyes as he picked up his baby boy. “I know, Sammy, I miss her too.”
Dean slowly approached the grave, a single rose at hand as he laid it down against the tombstone. Tears in his eyes, he fell to his knees. “I miss mommy,” his voice trembled as he started to sob. It had been one year, and Dean had spoken for the first time.
"Don’t cry like a child, Dean!" John immediately snapped. "Be a man. You’re too old to cry and say mommy. Get up and don’t be a baby."
Dean stumbled to his feet, fear in his eyes as he immediately turned to his father, nodding with a quivering lip as he wiped his tears away. “Yes, sir.”

I AM LEGIT CRYING YOU HAD NO RIGHT GO TO YOUR ROOM

I WROTE THIS IN MY ROOM DON’T YOU SEE I AM IN A DARK PLACE RIGHT NOW?

As they were driving away Dean looked through the back mirror. He whispered so his dad couldn’t hear “I miss you mommy”. He turned around and slumped into the backseat of the impala. Sam rested his head on Dean’s shoulder.
John kept going on hunts. They kept moving. John’s dedication kept growing. It had been 11 months since Mary died. Dean hadn’t spoken since.

WHAT DID YOU DO TO MEI WROTE THIS AND I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE YOUR ADDITION

                popculturesavvyangel:

                ilovestarkidtoomuch:

                popculturesavvyangel:

                hunters-of-221b-from-gallifrey:

                popculturesavvyangel:

                Kissing the top of the child’s forehead, John watched his baby boy slowly drift in his crib. It wasn’t a huge surprise to him that Sam’s first word was “daddy”. Whispering his I love you, he then turned back, out of the room and into the main area where he sat down on the couch, pulling out his journal to continue writing. It had been six months since Mary died. Dean still wouldn’t utter a word.

                As weeks past, they continued to wander the country. John’s ambition seemed to become more prominent with every case he finished. It had been eight months since Mary died. Dean still wouldn’t utter a word.

                They found their way back to Lawrence, Kansas. John had decided to take his children to visit Mary’s grave. Sammy was walking, able to form a few sentences even. As he waddled up to the grave, he immediately looked over it in curiosity. “I miss mommy.” he pouted and John sighed, closing his eyes as he picked up his baby boy. “I know, Sammy, I miss her too.”

                Dean slowly approached the grave, a single rose at hand as he laid it down against the tombstone. Tears in his eyes, he fell to his knees. “I miss mommy,” his voice trembled as he started to sob. It had been one year, and Dean had spoken for the first time.

                "Don’t cry like a child, Dean!" John immediately snapped. "Be a man. You’re too old to cry and say mommy. Get up and don’t be a baby."

                Dean stumbled to his feet, fear in his eyes as he immediately turned to his father, nodding with a quivering lip as he wiped his tears away. “Yes, sir.”

                I AM LEGIT CRYING YOU HAD NO RIGHT GO TO YOUR ROOM

                I WROTE THIS IN MY ROOM DON’T YOU SEE I AM IN A DARK PLACE RIGHT NOW?

                As they were driving away Dean looked through the back mirror. He whispered so his dad couldn’t hear “I miss you mommy”. He turned around and slumped into the backseat of the impala. Sam rested his head on Dean’s shoulder.

                John kept going on hunts. They kept moving. John’s dedication kept growing. It had been 11 months since Mary died. Dean hadn’t spoken since.

                WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME

                I WROTE THIS AND I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE YOUR ADDITION

                  peter-pantomime:

                  Misha reacting to the Gisher who put real blood (she’s a nurse…which makes it okay? lol) in a donut for the GISHWHES item

                    I NEED YOU TO ALL READ THIS PLEASE

                    iamsupernaturalsbitch:

                    Most of you know who electricmonk333 is. She’s been a member of the SPN family for a long time and makes some amazing edits for us all.

                    Most of you also know the story of what happened to her just days after DCCon. If not, her post is here.

                    Her family have…

                      CREDIT