consulting-cannibal:

you guys remember THE MAGICAL GLASSES THAT WERE TOTALLY NERDY BUT COULD SEE HELL HOUNDS!?

ever since the episode i always have brief flashes of WHAT IF THEY BROUGHT THOSE BACK and i always hope it’s around an angel

or this scenario, this works too

camerondatass:

mostlymagcon:

the-awesome-adventurer:

the-awesome-adventurer:

the-awesome-adventurer:

I think the snapchats of my math teacher are the only thing I’ll be remembered for and I’m okay with that

I got suspended, Thursday school, and moved to an entirely different classroom because of this post.

I JUST FOUND OUT THEY BANNED SNAPCHAT ON MY SCHOOLS SERVER BECAUSE OF THIS OMFG

You’re a legend.

THIS IS MY FAV POST OF ALL TIME

AU: Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak are two of the biggest movie stars on the planet and they’ve been secretly dating for the better part of two years. When Dean’s public girlfriend, upcoming indie actress Jo Harvelle, ‘breaks up’ with him to start dating Charlie Bradbury coincides with him landing the role of a lifetime opposite Cas, that whole “secretly dating” thing? Yeah, that’s shot to hell.

The kicker? There’s some leaked pictures of the two of them having sex on set, never-ending questions on the press tour for their movie and even with all of that, it’s an accidental slip-up during a panel with fans that kills them.

(Dean swears he didn’t mean to answer that girl’s question with “well when you’ve been with someone for as long as we have” but Cas is just glad he said it at all.)

vinebox:

my future child

castiels-wing-s:

j2mslittlebitch:

bluelippedlifelesskiss:

cuddle-me-crowley:

bluelippedlifelesskiss:

salttheclowns:

givemishafreemanmynumber:

flockofangels:

garama:

“Hey, wait… Where did you get that?!”

 #this is before they get together #castiel started tutoring Dean and one day he sees castiel all beat up #who did this to you Cas?#your so called friends #dean then goes straight to the locker room and beats the shit out of them #later he returns to cas’s side and says #they’re not my friends anymore #dean then grabs cas’s hands and takes him to library to study and other things…. 

all i want from the world is a full fic of this

I’m sorry but I need this I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything please

IF I HAVE TO WRITE ANOTHER FICLET MYSELF I SWEAR TO CHUCK I WILL BE SO PISSED. SOMEONE WRITE IT. PLEASE. PLEASE. 

(I hope this suits your liking!)It is 3:06 and Cas was late. Dean didn’t have a problem when it came to his being late, but Cas, who was always so punctual and polite and even grammatically correct, was late. By a walloping six minutes too. A record.Dean sighed and leaned against the wall next to the library, keeping an eye out for his tutor. He could ditch out now, blame it on Cas’s lateness, but Sam would never accept it and would nag and bitch about his grades and what graduation could bring and all sorts of shit. Dean watched the parade of people before him when he saw him- the dark-haired rumpled teen, the one who walked as though he had a rod glued to his spine, the one who stared more intently at people than anyone Dean had even seen before. Besides, if anything, Cas would be disappointed in him. And Cas was… he wasn’t anything like anyone Dean had ever met. He was patient, tough, and sincere. The combination was weird, but in a good way.“Hello, Dean,” Cas said as he stood before him. Dean gulped, could only think blue, and then smiled, beginning to reply with some shit answer, but then looking to Cas’s left.
Was… was that a bruise? “Who did this to you?” He growled.
Cas tried to pull away, to hide, but it was too late- Dean held his chin, cupped it, really, so he could examine the damage. It was dark and puffy, and looked like the exact shape of someone’s fist. 
“Who did this to you?” It was almost a growl, and Dean flinched a little when Cas looked up at him, eyes wide. Open. Vulnerable. “Your..” he hesitates, clears his throat, looks at the floor. “Your friends, Dean. Your teammates- they… they think…”Dean did not want to hear Cas say what they thought. Because he already knew, had even joined in, sometimes, talking about Cas’s straight-laced attitude, his staring, the way he knew everything about everywhere and everyone. About how he stared mostly at guys. Cas hearing about it, Cas knowing, Cas being hurt by this, burned. Like nothing else Dean had felt before. 
Dean shrugged off his backpack and handed it to Cas. “Hold this, I’ll be right back.”-Cas was torn. He wanted to run, run from the beautiful boy who mocked him, made fun of him, made references he clearly didn’t understand, but the way Dean had looked at Cas… he needed to stay.
If nothing else, he would stick to the plan. He would help Dean Winchester pass History, even if it killed him.Dean reappeared fifteen minutes later, looked considerably more ruffled than he ever had. Cas rose from his seat, worried, as Dean tried to smooth down his hair. There was some blood at the corner of his mouth. Cas tried not to stare. “Dean…” he whispered, almost shaking. “Cas, it’s fine,” started Dean gruffly, and sat down, wincing. Cas couldn’t make himself sit down, to rush to get a Kleenex, something. “I.. those guys? They’re jerks. And I’m sorry they…” He paused. “I’m… they’re not my friends anymore.” He looked up at him, in one of the most honest expressions Cas’d ever seen from him. It startled him. “I’m…”“It’s okay, Dean.”“They’re never gonna mess with you again, okay?” He grumbles further, eyes narrowed. “They touch you, they come anywhere near you, I’ll rip their lungs out, alright?”“That hardly seems necessary,” Cas replied, but smiled. “Thank you, Dean.” He sat down, shrugging his coat off of his shoulders, and hands Dean’s bag across the table. “I thought we would start on Mary, Queen of Scots.”

YES GOOD.

I had to scroll through 10 pages of dash even in phone forced closed tumblr. It was worth it.

castiels-wing-s:

j2mslittlebitch:

bluelippedlifelesskiss:

cuddle-me-crowley:

bluelippedlifelesskiss:

salttheclowns:

givemishafreemanmynumber:

flockofangels:

garama:

“Hey, wait… Where did you get that?!”

 #this is before they get together #castiel started tutoring Dean and one day he sees castiel all beat up #who did this to you Cas?#your so called friends #dean then goes straight to the locker room and beats the shit out of them #later he returns to cas’s side and says #they’re not my friends anymore #dean then grabs cas’s hands and takes him to library to study and other things…. 

all i want from the world is a full fic of this

I’m sorry but I need this I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything please

IF I HAVE TO WRITE ANOTHER FICLET MYSELF I SWEAR TO CHUCK I WILL BE SO PISSED. SOMEONE WRITE IT. PLEASE. PLEASE. 

(I hope this suits your liking!)

It is 3:06 and Cas was late. Dean didn’t have a problem when it came to his being late, but Cas, who was always so punctual and polite and even grammatically correct, was late. By a walloping six minutes too. A record.

Dean sighed and leaned against the wall next to the library, keeping an eye out for his tutor. He could ditch out now, blame it on Cas’s lateness, but Sam would never accept it and would nag and bitch about his grades and what graduation could bring and all sorts of shit. Dean watched the parade of people before him when he saw him- the dark-haired rumpled teen, the one who walked as though he had a rod glued to his spine, the one who stared more intently at people than anyone Dean had even seen before. Besides, if anything, Cas would be disappointed in him. And Cas was… he wasn’t anything like anyone Dean had ever met. He was patient, tough, and sincere. The combination was weird, but in a good way.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas said as he stood before him. Dean gulped, could only think blue, and then smiled, beginning to reply with some shit answer, but then looking to Cas’s left.

Was… was that a bruise? “Who did this to you?” He growled.

Cas tried to pull away, to hide, but it was too late- Dean held his chin, cupped it, really, so he could examine the damage. It was dark and puffy, and looked like the exact shape of someone’s fist. 

“Who did this to you?” It was almost a growl, and Dean flinched a little when Cas looked up at him, eyes wide. Open. Vulnerable. 

“Your..” he hesitates, clears his throat, looks at the floor. “Your friends, Dean. Your teammates- they… they think…”

Dean did not want to hear Cas say what they thought. Because he already knew, had even joined in, sometimes, talking about Cas’s straight-laced attitude, his staring, the way he knew everything about everywhere and everyone. About how he stared mostly at guys. Cas hearing about it, Cas knowing, Cas being hurt by this, burned. Like nothing else Dean had felt before. 

Dean shrugged off his backpack and handed it to Cas. “Hold this, I’ll be right back.”

-

Cas was torn. He wanted to run, run from the beautiful boy who mocked him, made fun of him, made references he clearly didn’t understand, but the way Dean had looked at Cas… he needed to stay.

If nothing else, he would stick to the plan. He would help Dean Winchester pass History, even if it killed him.

Dean reappeared fifteen minutes later, looked considerably more ruffled than he ever had. Cas rose from his seat, worried, as Dean tried to smooth down his hair. There was some blood at the corner of his mouth. Cas tried not to stare. “Dean…” he whispered, almost shaking. 

“Cas, it’s fine,” started Dean gruffly, and sat down, wincing. Cas couldn’t make himself sit down, to rush to get a Kleenex, something. “I.. those guys? They’re jerks. And I’m sorry they…” He paused. “I’m… they’re not my friends anymore.” He looked up at him, in one of the most honest expressions Cas’d ever seen from him. It startled him. “I’m…”

“It’s okay, Dean.”

“They’re never gonna mess with you again, okay?” He grumbles further, eyes narrowed. “They touch you, they come anywhere near you, I’ll rip their lungs out, alright?”

“That hardly seems necessary,” Cas replied, but smiled. “Thank you, Dean.” He sat down, shrugging his coat off of his shoulders, and hands Dean’s bag across the table. “I thought we would start on Mary, Queen of Scots.”

YES GOOD.

I had to scroll through 10 pages of dash even in phone forced closed tumblr.
It was worth it.

johndoomedbutlovingitegbert:

pikanan:

florawrsaurus:

adamspong:

florawrsaurus:

science side of tumblr? explain?

levitate egg sackiatoo

yeah okay thanks hp fandom

the burning candle uses up all the oxygen in the bottle, which creates and a vacuum, and the resulting suction makes the egg go nyooom.

Thank you science side

johndoomedbutlovingitegbert:

pikanan:

florawrsaurus:

adamspong:

florawrsaurus:

science side of tumblr? explain?

levitate egg sackiatoo

yeah okay thanks hp fandom

the burning candle uses up all the oxygen in the bottle, which creates and a vacuum, and the resulting suction makes the egg go nyooom.

Thank you science side

http://donechesters.tumblr.com/post/83640339698/garrisonbabe-garrisonbabe-what-i-really →

garrisonbabe:

garrisonbabe:

what i really fucking love about writing cas is that he can have really relaxed, casual speech and say ‘yeah, look how well that worked out’

but he can also have fucking beautiful, poetic dialogue ‘has anyone but your own kin ever done more for you?’

and…

supermoclel:

fuckaclevername87:

supermoclel:

thatskrillmau5chick:

supermoclel:

a brony called me unattractive

that’s

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he

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me

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ugly

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because i have hair on my legs

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Self absorbed Bitch.

i’m a bitch because i can recognize that i’m not ugly, that i can laugh at someone calling me unattractive for reasons as petty as hair on my legs which EVERYONE grows?

She is most definitely not a Bitch, but yes, self absorbed I’d say from the copious amounts of selfies she takes. 

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fandoms-beat-socializing:

Omg I just realized Dean’s feet aren’t touching the floor that’s perfect

fandoms-beat-socializing:

Omg I just realized Dean’s feet aren’t touching the floor that’s perfect

ahaheartbreak:

Things that age well:
-Wine
-Cheese
-Jensen Ackles

gallifreyanpanicmoon:

This guy has achieved more with a webcam and his dog than I ever have in my life.

insertfandomreference:

sorry i’m not sorry

nintendoggystyle:

shawty got low low low low low low low (self esteem)

capnvonv666:

chris-evanger:

that-big-gay-impala:

phoenixmoonstone:

carryonmy-assbutt:

anycsifan:

sammycasdean:

superhetavengerstucklock:

drop-that-punpunpun:

i love it when TV shows make references to other TV shows

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now we just need a show that references Supernatural

You mean like

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Supernatural?

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