seratonation:

beautifulwhatsyourhurry:

commanderkarkat:

you said youd always love me

WHY IS IT SURROUNDED BY SALT

#BECAUSE IT’S A FUCKING DEMON

HOW CAN YOU BE ON TUMBLR AND NOT KNOW ABOUT THE SALT

devilsfruitsalad:

lovelydestiel:

theinkofthescholar:

gothum:

a-form-of-sentimentality:

ikolism:

ikolism:

im quitting school and becoming a superhero

who’s with me

please stop reblogging this we can’t all be superheroes

i’ll be the bad guy

i’ll be your girlfriend

I’ll be the butler

I’ll be that random citizen who doesn’t know what the fuck is going on

I’ll be the one who stalks you and figures out your secret identity.

I’ll be the baby that gets kissed

lol liar

agentconrad:

poehlerfey:

flying-inca56:

“Tony no” a biography by Pepper Potts

#with the sequel: goddammit tony i said no

#and the trilogy: tony put that thing back where it came from or so help me

latenightsummers:

i love selena

tea-yoga-health:

☼

ooh, I wanna try that. Yummy.

brishipsit:

grippedbydestiel:

thefogofwar:

ugh. I hope they won’t make him useless as a human. Let him be an expert bladesman or the most gracefully skilled person ever at hand-to-hand combat; straight up pressure points, lethal precision shit. Also residual psychic powers like Anna had… premonitions, telekinesis, SOMETHING.

He just needs to be an exceptional human. No baby in a trenchcoat bs. Not this guy. No way. I WON’T TOLERATE IT.

Well they could go in a different way. It was always just a vessel this body. But now it’s his. It’s him. Maybe he’ll have to learn to control it all over again. Maybe you use the vessel differently when you’re a multidimensional wavelenght of celestial intent instead of a human.

He’s been a warrior for how long exactly? Thousands upon thousands of years? You don’t just forget basics. He’ll likely need help to learn to be human, yes, but I don’t think he’ll be the baby in a trench coat or anything. He damn well better not be.

mishcollin:

When Charlie Bradbury shows up to the bunker with three USS Enterprise costumes and a six-pack of Corona, the last thing she expects to find is a third Winchester.

But that’s exactly what she gets.

The man who opens the door after she gives the secret knock (the syllables to “mischief managed”) definitely looks like a Winchester. Rumpled hair, flannel shirt that’s two times two big, and rocking the five o’clock shadow. As well as weirdly colored, weirdly intense eyes. That also seems to be trademark of the Winchester way.

“Um…” Charlie says, her hand still poised in a fist. “Am I supposed to know you?”

The man tips his head inquisitively. “You’re not the pizza man.”

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holy shit i love you.

notdavestrider:

4gifs:

Black hole consumes a star

Caliborn: Enter

woah

The Ghostfacers meet Castiel

this would be me except i would be fangirl screaming