mostly10:

so here’s the story

I had my phone on the table, which has this cover on it. rob sits down, says hello, and when he sees my phone he pulls it over to read it. he then goes “what? no room for chuck?” we laugh and I say “there’s plenty of room!”. the girl next to me pulls out a marker pen and I give it to rob. he says “no I couldn’t!” but I basically tell him that he has to. so he starts to write, marker clutched tight in his hand, laughing and telling us how he doesn’t know how to draw “that and symbol”. he gives it a valiant try, however, and… doesn’t quite get it right.

but I have a unique phone cover and the exact moment in time I fell in love with rob benedict. :’)

(Source: uglybananas)

a-very-starkid-blog:

savemyuniicorn:

wearitaswormstache:

pineappledean:

9 characters played by Misha Collins in Supernatural.

 

Oh yes thank you for reminding me that now Misha played 9 and not 8

(Source: kathariel)

someonecalledmefamous:

mu5icliz:

germansam:

tokyosluts:

Sleeping is nice because youre not actually dead and youre not awake so its a win-win situation

It’s like being dead without the commitment.

an open relationship with death

death with benefits

saywheeeeee:

glitterandmetal-yt-da:

I don’t know if it’s been pointed out before, but have you ever noticed how the first sniper points at John’s heart but when it comes to Sherlock, he points at his brain?

I’m crying tears of frustration

The BBC are too damn perfect for my brain to handle

miniwinchester:

#just look at how dean’s hand grabs onto his trenchcoat

(Source: josiedokeh)

lapfulofmisha:

brishipsit:

lapfulofmisha:

forty kinds of delicious …  i give you misha

#HunterCas anyone? Looks just like a hunter in this.

reblogging for the simple reason that I’ve reblogged it before

(Source: brittnay-fucking-matthews)

fallapatorius:

arianne—martell:

Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.

Donna Noble is the fucking Ginger Queen → Look at these fucking companions

rosereturns:

Doctor Who, Series 6

Misty Mountains Cold 100% speed up for anon

(Source: thranduilings)

deathnoteforcutie:

We’ve done it, we’ve reached the pinnacle of human evolution

brakes:

professortennant:

brakes:

fairywine answered: Little Cas and Dean together, with babysitter!Sam? PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN!

“GIMME BACK MY ANGEL!!!!!”
“Dean, Cas isn’t a commodity! And you can have him back when you—OW, STOP THAT!!!!”

“Dean! You can play with Cas when you stop pulling on his wings.”

Cas sniffled into Sam’s shoulder and peered down at Dean who was tugging uselessly on the leash Sam had to wrap around him. He kept wandering off and tugging little Castiel around with him, determined to help him feed the ducks.

Dean stopped his war with the leash to glare and pout at Sam the only way a child can. 

“Sam, Cas likes it! He told me so!”

Sam sighed and knelt down, letting Castiel’s feet touch the floor and let his wings flutter to the side.

“Cas? Is that true?”

Cas shyly ducked his head. “I like it sometimes but,” he stopped to glare at Dean, his tiny wings ruffling angrily. “Dean! Sometimes you pull too hard an’ it hurts.”

Cas felt his eyes water a little and he burrowed his head into Sam’s jacket. All of Dean’s fight when out of him and he looked helplessly at Sam. Sam pulled a face that looked like he smelled something nasty and also looked like an ‘I-told-you-so’ was on the horizon.

Dean hated when Sam was right.

He shuffled up to his angel and stroked a hand down Cas’ wings before resting on his back. “‘m sorry, Cas. I won’t touch your wings no more.”

Castiel’s head whipped around and glared at Dean. “No!” He blushed and shuffled even closer to Dean so there was very little space between them. “I like when you touch, just don’t tug, ‘kay?”

Dean nodded vigorously and reached around to hug his friend. He laughed when Castiel’s wings fluttered happily and knocked Dean around the ears.

Dean reached for the second harness at the end of Sam’s stupid kid leash and hooked Castiel into the restraint before grabbing his angel’s hand.

He looked up at Sam.

“C’mon, Sammy! Ducks!”

Sam’s mouth was hanging open and he felt the two little monsters in his care tug at the leash.

Cas looked up at him, tugging on his leash. “Come, Sam. Dean and I must provide for the ducklings! It’s the rules.”

Dean grinned and high-fived his friend before they both wrapped pudgy hands around the red harness and pulled. Between the two of them, they managed to get Sam walking towards the lake.

Sam just shook his head, baffled at the strange relationship between the baby angel and Dean. Kids these days.

WOW

I DIDN’T THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DIE FROM CUTE BUT THERE YOU GO