Because All The Cool Kids Are Doing It...

Glorious artwork by AnneBillie who no longer has a tumblr I can link to but I wanted to credit anyway.

I have no idea what this is even for to be honest. (I blame peer pressure for me even being here.)

So you'll probably find this thing a little random. Bear with me...

I'll try and keep them to a minimum but there may be spoilers lurking within. You have been warned.

Fandoms: Too many to list but the main ones right now are Supernatural, Teen Wolf and The Avengers. Doctor Who is my go to fandom. Add to that: Firefly, TVD, Teen Wolf (shut up), True Blood, Fringe, The Walking Dead, SG:U, SG:A, SG:1, DS:9, White Collar, Leverage and many many more.

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Posts tagged "SPN"

ironicallyincestuous:

zack and cody’s mom everybody

(via winchesters-in-the-police-box)

supermattural:

dear season 9,

human cas waking up from a nap to find dean sitting next to him watching him like “yeah see its creepy isnt it?”

sincerely, 

the entire fandom

(via osointricate)

“Adam’s still in Hell for some reason… It’s pissing me off, because I really fucking like that show.”- Jake Abel

It’s pissing a lot of us off, too, Jake.  You’re not alone.

(via highermagic)

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deanbangscasintheimpala:

YOU ARE WELCOME ;) 

I haven’t even seen the ep yet and I knew what it was going to be. Who needs context?

(via anastiel)

edgebug:

Aziraphale falls from heaven too. Of course he does. Everyone falls from Heaven. He falls from captivity, where he’d been kept by Naomi for being just a little bit too close to a certain demon so long ago. Aziraphale finds Crowley as quickly as he can—he was falling but he could choose which direction to go, and with the last of his power he honed in on Crowley.

He finds him, bleeding and broken. Kneels before him, cups his face in his hands, murmurs gently into the space between them, “I always said there was a spark of good in you.”

“And I always knew you were enough of a bastard to be worth liking,” Crowley replies, voice weak.

And Aziraphale chuckles against the pain of wings freshly burnt, wounds cauterized by holy fire and atmospheric pressure, and for a long time they just sit there—Crowley, the demon who in the end sauntered vaguely upward; and Aziraphale, the angel who fell to meet him there.

(via ladymalchav)

deanisanactualprincess:

narglefighter:

jaredandjensensbutts:

WAIT A SECOND
NO ONE DIED?!
IT WAS A SUPERNATURAL SEASON FINALE AND NO ONE DIED

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Supernatural… the only show where the fans are confused and almost upset over no deaths in their season finale.

itisnotofimport:

Misha lays down the motherfucking law. [x]

(via hollyandvice)

pineappledean:

THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN IN SEASON 8
Human!Impala episode: The one where the Impala is turned into a human (Ian Somerhalder) and Dean can’t accept that the car he’s called Baby for years is a man. The Impala, Baby, takes Dean out for a drink to try to get him to talk to him.

Baby: Why can’t you even look at me? I’m still Baby.
Dean: Baby is not a dude. I want to know what happened to my car.
Baby: Here, have a drink. Chill out.
Dean: I’ll take the drink but I will not chill out until I get MY Baby back.
Baby: We’ve been through this…
Dean: Fine, tell me something only Baby would know…
Baby: I’ll give you three examples, big boy. First, you’ve rebuilt me from the ground up, twice. Second, you hooked up with that semi-angel Anna in the backseat of…me as her last night on earth as a human.
*chuckles and smirks*
And, most of all, I know what you did with that cute angel in the trenchcoat in the backseat…*imitates Dean moaning* Oh Cas!
Dean: *ultimate bitchface and silence*
Baby: Secret is safe with me, stud. *leans in close* Also I know you have another handprint scar on your ass. 

pineappledean:

THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN IN SEASON 8

Human!Impala episode: The one where the Impala is turned into a human (Ian Somerhalder) and Dean can’t accept that the car he’s called Baby for years is a man. The Impala, Baby, takes Dean out for a drink to try to get him to talk to him.

Baby: Why can’t you even look at me? I’m still Baby.

Dean: Baby is not a dude. I want to know what happened to my car.

Baby: Here, have a drink. Chill out.

Dean: I’ll take the drink but I will not chill out until I get MY Baby back.

Baby: We’ve been through this…

Dean: Fine, tell me something only Baby would know…

Baby: I’ll give you three examples, big boy. First, you’ve rebuilt me from the ground up, twice. Second, you hooked up with that semi-angel Anna in the backseat of…me as her last night on earth as a human.

*chuckles and smirks*

And, most of all, I know what you did with that cute angel in the trenchcoat in the backseat…*imitates Dean moaning* Oh Cas!

Dean: *ultimate bitchface and silence*

Baby: Secret is safe with me, stud. *leans in close* Also I know you have another handprint scar on your ass. 

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(via highermagic)

hatteress:

agentotter:


#this is totally were!stiles being interrogated by the winchesters #and he is giving no answers and no fucks  (via crusingthroughreality)

HEADCANON ACCEPTED.
I really would love to see that crossover, repeatedly, in every possible position. Even if it would end in tears because let’s be real, everything the Winchesters touch ends in tears. Poor little shits.

“Look kid,” Sam says. It’s the third time he’s tried the good cop routine and Dean can hear it wearing thin. “We know you had nothing to do with the murders. But we also know you’re not the only werewolf in town.”
The kid tips his head and sucks on his lips, the total absence of fucks glaringly obvious. Dean is both frustrated as hell and grudgingly impressed because, hell, they’ve dealt with demons less sassy than this.
Sam sighs, and Dean has to cough into his hand to keep from laughing because that particular brand of exasperation is usually reserved for him. “Just be straight with us.”
For some reason, that’s hilarious. It takes a second before Dean remembers the dude they’d seen the kid with before they’d picked him up. Big, serial killer looking guy, sporting leather and a possessive hand on kid-snark’s back. Oh man.
Dean snorts and gives Sam patented ‘what? it’s funny’ shoulders when it earns him a glare.
“Trust me, dude,” the kid says. “I’m being as straight with you as…well, I was gonna say humanly possible but…”
A flash of canines has Sam rolling his eyes and sue him, Dean sorta wants to high-five the kid. You know you’ve been hunting for too long when you start rooting for your mark.
“You’re driving a stolen car,” Sam says. “You’re carrying a fake ID. Every word out of your mouth so far has been bullshit-”
“Says the hunter posing as an FBI agent,” the kid says, tapping a nonchalant beat on his water bottle.
Sam pulls out bitch-face number eleven. “Is anything about you real?”
The kid grins and bobs his head. “My boobs.”
Dean laughs so hard he almost pulls something.

hatteress:

agentotter:

#this is totally were!stiles being interrogated by the winchesters #and he is giving no answers and no fucks  (via crusingthroughreality)

HEADCANON ACCEPTED.

I really would love to see that crossover, repeatedly, in every possible position. Even if it would end in tears because let’s be real, everything the Winchesters touch ends in tears. Poor little shits.

“Look kid,” Sam says. It’s the third time he’s tried the good cop routine and Dean can hear it wearing thin. “We know you had nothing to do with the murders. But we also know you’re not the only werewolf in town.”

The kid tips his head and sucks on his lips, the total absence of fucks glaringly obvious. Dean is both frustrated as hell and grudgingly impressed because, hell, they’ve dealt with demons less sassy than this.

Sam sighs, and Dean has to cough into his hand to keep from laughing because that particular brand of exasperation is usually reserved for him. “Just be straight with us.”

For some reason, that’s hilarious. It takes a second before Dean remembers the dude they’d seen the kid with before they’d picked him up. Big, serial killer looking guy, sporting leather and a possessive hand on kid-snark’s back. Oh man.

Dean snorts and gives Sam patented ‘what? it’s funny’ shoulders when it earns him a glare.

“Trust me, dude,” the kid says. “I’m being as straight with you as…well, I was gonna say humanly possible but…”

A flash of canines has Sam rolling his eyes and sue him, Dean sorta wants to high-five the kid. You know you’ve been hunting for too long when you start rooting for your mark.

“You’re driving a stolen car,” Sam says. “You’re carrying a fake ID. Every word out of your mouth so far has been bullshit-

“Says the hunter posing as an FBI agent,” the kid says, tapping a nonchalant beat on his water bottle.

Sam pulls out bitch-face number eleven. “Is anything about you real?”

The kid grins and bobs his head. “My boobs.”

Dean laughs so hard he almost pulls something.

(via zombielifeyo)

crackedchassis:

Dean has deeply entrenched abandonment issues, and his best friend has the ability to fucking disappear instantly.

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(via ladymalchav)

6-frivoulous-things-b4-breakfast:

I was there when Ty Olsson quoted Shakespeare in Benny’s southern accent - and it was freakin’ HOT!!!

Sweet jeebus…

(via ladymalchav)