oh, silly me
me at ten years old: i'm never going to download anything illegally
me at ten years old: i'm never going to talk to strangers on the internet
me at ten years old: i'm never going to give out any of my personal info
me now: oops

Eleven’s dark side

deansass:

crowrley:

deansass:

deansass:

what’s the ship name for Bucky/Steve/Tony

stoncky

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omfg “Starkbucks” perfect

dont you think it would be a little confusing tho?you know,the starbucks tag would just be coffee,gay genetically engineered super soldiers and confused coffee lovers.

but it’s not “Starbucks” it’s “StarKbucks”

cassammydean:

iniquitysoneoftheperks:

cocopines:

roosterstiel:

supernatural au where everything is the same except every time dean says ‘buddy’ to cas he says ‘baby’ instead

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lets also not forget the first time he called him baby

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Dad… I know I’ve left you messages before. I don’t even know if you get them… but I’m with Sam… and we’re in Lawrence… and there is something in our old house. I don’t know if it’s the thing that killed Mom or not…but… I don’t know what to do. So whatever you’re doing, if you could get here…PleaseI need your help, Dad.

crunchrapsupreme:

literally the most important show you’ll ever watch

hullodearie:

Fake Pockets: A How To

boxlunches:

posiprinces:

toboldlysplitinfinitive:


Some ducks because you are sad

thank you they are adorable you’re fab uwu

HE SHOOK HIMSELF SO HARD HE ALMOST FELL OVER 

Thank you I was sad

boxlunches:

posiprinces:

toboldlysplitinfinitive:

Some ducks because you are sad

thank you they are adorable you’re fab uwu

HE SHOOK HIMSELF SO HARD HE ALMOST FELL OVER 

Thank you I was sad

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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“why” “because i said so” good one mom you should be a lawyer

cherrychublicious92:

clockingcreativity:

meetmeincalifornia:

artemisfowlstolemysoul:

bronephreinel:

 Imagine Person A singing “You are my sunshine” as Person B slowly dies in their arms

what THE FUCK 

I DIDN’T FUCKING NEED THAT RIGHT NOW

FUCK YOU

imagine if person b sung it to comfort person a

YOU’RE NOT HELPING.

batreaux:

You bump into a man on the subway wearing a trenchcoat. You apologize and he responds “Its alright. We’re only human. All of us. All of us here are human. Yep. Very human. I’m probably the most human here! You betcha.” and then the trenchcoat falls and the figure collapses and roughly 1000 salamanders scatter around the train