Just don’t think about Sam.
igotchasammy:
Don’t imagine him scouring that whole building for any trace of Dean, and finally admitting defeat.
Don’t imagine him packing up his guns and heading out to fight the newest war, in this craphole world, without Dean.
Don’t imagine him running his hand over the Impala - he never got to ride shotgun with Dean behind the wheel, just one last time, before they laid siege to Roman’s fortress - and climbing behind the wheel and limping off into the sunset with her.
Fixing her. Always thinking of Dean. And believing his brother is dead. And having no one, not even Bobby waiting in the wings, or Ruby, absolutely nothing in the entire world that resembles a friendly face except, maybe, for Jodi Mills. And why would he ever drag her in? Everyone Sam loves just dies. He’s cursed.
So don’t think about him driving miles and miles by himself and mourning his brother.
Don’t you do that.
(Source: reddawnrumble)
profoundboners:
freedom-star:
thegestianpoet:
awkwardbirds:
ALWAYS REBLOG THIS.
ALWAYS
EVERYTHING IS STUPID BUT ME
ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS
ALWAYS
(Source: acousticlovesong)
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I just related this to born again identity which (I think?) is the next episode of supernatural which will have Cas in it which means….. BORN DESTIEL!! badum chhhhhh xD
I was like - omg that’s so cool yes
but then I got sad
because of reasons
I don’t know what’s happening but I love all of you so much right now I’m still crying there are tears on my homework
I should just write a song
“my followers are the reasons for the teardrops on my art project that is due today”
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do you ever feel so unbelievably grateful for something or someone that every fibre of your being thrums and dances in utter joy and then all you can say is “thank you” and no words seem enough to convey this molecular dance all of you is doing because of one single thing?
Midnight snack: fresh mozzarella on plain bread.
See also: things that would taste better with tomato and toasted.
criticalzero:
One of my favorite scenes from this movie.
(Source: depravitywithoutbounds)
fitzyfailsworth:
iuiuiulia:
fitzyfailsworth:
iuiuiulia:
fitzyfailsworth replied to your post: Headachy and sleepy but I shall not rest until I…
Same here, bro. This bitch is hard. Virtual potions shouldn’t take so damn long.
Right? Urg. And of course I choose a potion that takes 50 something hours to make (I’m not even entirely sure I’m exaggerating).
I can already see so many hours being lost on this.
I waited two hours to let a potion brew and then I added one too many of an ingredient and it was like, “lol, that sucks. Here’s a house point, loser.” EVERYTHING IS STUPID. Anywho, I see we are in Slytherin together. WE SHOULD BE BROS, BRO (I’m MirrorWitch145).
HECK YES, BRO.
I’m debating whether I should stay up for this potion to finish brewing. I’LL SLEEP WHEN I’M DEAD.
STAAAAY. WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER. MY POTION IS AT 78%.
OHGAWD. Mine’s only at 50%.
I SHALL PERSEVERE. FOR MY BRO.
