whiskyandoldspice:

hey, wanna know the only person in Sam’s life who’s acknowledged the terrible crushing burden he’s had to bear?

the fucking devil

a-ckleholic:

angelsigils:

Jensen at PCA’s (X)

HIS FACE WHEN SHE ASKED HIM ABOUT HIS BABY

I can’t. 

sockeyes:

thebeatlesstolethetardisin221b:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

karlimeaghan:

Some of the reigning fandoms of Tumblr must battle each other in the Fandom Games.

I love the ‘Wrong Way, stupid!’ gif you threw in of Rory.

I’m reblogging this again because I want this very badly. But then I also don’t. But I do… No I don’t… Yes. Yes I do.

EHEHEHE

catstiella:

Cas.. I just.. This scene killed me. KILLED ME.
I love that Dean was ‘freaking thrilled’ that Cas is back. I love that Cas got angry at him for pressing the issue of going back to Heaven. And I love Dean getting up and sitting in front of Cas and saying “talk to me”. And later, after Sam walks in, he keeps glancing over at Cas.. How cute are these two? Seriously.

And this bit, this just destroyed me.
And Dean, he gets it. He’s worried but he gets it. He understands hating yourself and feeling worthless. He understands being in Cas’s position and how sometimes it’s so tempting to just step to the edge and look down in to the abyss, so to speak.
And Cas.. Cas, I just love him here. He is depressed but he’s being SO honest with himself and SO honest with Dean. This episode, he was trying to run and pretend but he gets that he can’t do that anymore. He knows what he has to do and he knows how impossibly difficult it all is, but he’s still fighting and growing. I am so proud of him.
I just love all of this. Love it love it love it.
Excuse me while I go rewatch this and cry some more about it.

dumpfbacke456:

themanwhocantdie:

I wonder how many people on tumblr who haven’t seen Supernatural think that the majority of the gifs come from blooper reels…

because this…

is totally…

a serious…

and dramatic…

TV show…

Seriously guise…

……..

seriously.

Jop - it really is …

Why would anybody think otherwise?

I really don’t know …

dean deserves a medal for sassiest running

oh i don’t know

#And we’re back to the Superwholock Olympic Games 

ACTUALLY

This is my favourite post.

graphitedoll:

just trying to find humor in an episode that broke my heart !!

liamisles:

I feel like I’m watching paranormal activity with guest appearances by Sam and Dean.

sn0rlaxative:

they are now starsky and hutch
i approve

An open letter to to the stars and their fandoms. 

no-otters-in-the-flight-deck:

People don’t understand our fandoms.

To popular culture and the people we often surround ourselves with, we are nothing but a group of snivelling crazy people who obsess over anything and everything to make it seem like it could be the slightest bit relevant to ourselves.

People don’t understand why we’re like this. We are the exclusions. We are the people that have been pushed, and poked, and prodded, and shoved out of society until we created one of our own. We are the people who have been degraded, bullied, and laughed out of popular expectations because we don’t fit in. Or maybe we’re just the people who found something they liked one day, and came here to find someone else that liked it too. Fandoms are the people who understand us.

We know how to enjoy the simple things in life.

We know how to laugh. And cry. And break. And pick ourselves up.
We know how to be compassionate.

We know how to analyse.

We know how to believe.

Because we believe in a higher power. We believe in the people that had to ability to believe in themselves. And when they doubt themselves- we know how to make them dust of their trousers and get back into the game.

And who are these people?
They’re the people that save us every day.

They’re the people that make us smile.
They’re the people that make us laugh.
And sing.
And cry.
And sob.
And dance.
And think.
And live.

This is for all the people that have ever felt the way I do. The way we do. The people who have ever found home in the most unlikely places. This is for the fandoms. All of them.

This is for the people who sobbed in Third Star.
This is for the people who waited for Season Two of Sherlock.
This is for the people who waved goodbye to the Ponds in September 2012.

This is for the people who sat mesmerised by Christopher and His Kind.
This is for the people who giggled their way though Forty Something.
This is for the people who watched Ali G just for Martin Freeman.

This is for the people who hear their souls in Carry On My Wayward Son.
This is for the people who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.
This if for the people who ride the road with Sam and Dean in the Impala.

This is for the people who are at least 20% cooler.
This is for the people who are home-stuck.

This is for the people who boarded the Hogwarts Express for the last time in 2011.

This is for the people who think polar bears, are, brilliant.
This is for the people that have aim like Hawkeye and stealth like Black Widow.
This is for the people that smile when they see a picture of Benedict Cumberbatch smiling.

This is for the people that giggle when eheheheheheheh.
This is for the people who fucking curse all the fucking time. Wanker.
This is for the people who shOUT IN THE MIDDLE OF SENTEnces.

This is for the people who work at Tesco just like Andrew Scott.
This is for the people who asdfghjkl;.
This is for the people who dream big, because they dare to.

And whether you’re a writer like John Finnemore, actor like Tom Hiddleston, musician like Murray Gold, or all round legend and self-confessed dork like Benedict Cumberbatch, they were all just dreamers at one point. And one day something tragic will happen. Something- anything. One of them disappears. Car accident. Illness. Plain old age. Or they just can’t seem to get work anymore.

But we’ll still be here.
Posting pictures.
Posting quotes.
Writing their own inspiration.

We are fandom.
And we’ll never leave you.
We’re the one thing you can always rely on.

We’re the ones who will remember when you did what no one else remembers.

When Andrew Scott brandished a knife in My Life In Film.
When Benedict Cumberbatch broke a sink in To The Ends Of The Earth.

When Martin Freeman put Gareth’s stapler in a Jelly. (He doesn’t trust the way it moves.)
When Mark Gatiss was impaled on Midsummer Murders.
When Steven Moffat created Sally Sparrow, the companion that never was.

When Chris Evans sung in Not Another Teen Movie.
When Tom Hiddleston wowed audiences in War Horse.

We are fandoms, and we never really forget anything.
And we’ll never really forget the people that gave us hope when no one else understood.

sn0rlaxative:

oh fuck
this is really sad now
oh my god 

sn0rlaxative:

oh my fuck
that was kinda funny im sorry
he does a lot of cardio
then he ripped out the guy’s heart
hehehe 

suchalovelybrother:

Gabriel for Janine.