A Spasm Of Love & Hate.

mytra-fallen-angel:

radijator:

ssjdebusk:

scarredangels:

castielthehero:

Cas is just like “I don’t fucking know man I’ve only been here for like two years give me a fucking break I’m about to die for your ass appreciate it.”

Always reblog the Assbutt

the fact that this is the literally apocalypse ground zero go time and they stop to have this conversation 

bobby’s face is like why are #we talking about this we are literally all about to die

I love this post more than I love my parents

I’m ok with that

queen-of-fallen-angels:

pelleqrino:

Bonus; Misha’s reaction

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The Reaction.

my-tardis-sense-is-tingling:

911? Yes I’d like to report an overdose of adorable…

my-tardis-sense-is-tingling:

911? Yes I’d like to report an overdose of adorable…

mishnjay:

Misha at DallasCon 2014 [x]

mishnjay:

Misha at DallasCon 2014 [x]

think-thank-thunk:

Hey kids, as we approach Halloween I just wanted you guys to be careful and say DON’T FUCK WITH SPIRITS. Don’t mess with Ouija Boards, don’t talk to no dead people, don’t fuck with demons, don’t summon shit, don’t dick around in abandoned buildings. If you are considering a thing, just think, “would a white person in a horror movie do this thing?” If the answer is yes, then don’t do the thing.

arminsarmy:

marielovesgroban:

Don’t forget we have to wake up Green Day tomorrow.

Ok just a reminder to everyone: If you’re planning on tweeting billie joe armstrong “wake up” or something tomorrow, DON’T. The song is about his father’s death and so it’s really personal and treating it like a joke isn’t the right thing to do. Plus he’s asked so many times for people to stop and no one listens so yeah. Please don’t do that.

I want to spend October with you, because it’s
my favorite month and happens during my
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly
walk around a forest and with each leaf that
falls from the branches above, we fall a little
more for each other too. While hand in hand
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we
could feel the autumn breeze brush against
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool.
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest
time moving an inch away from me, because
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute.
These lonely summer nights without you make
me crave the fall, and crave the season of
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness
would die too, and you’d appear by my side.
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening,
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more
watching it hit your face than actually
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to
spend time with you, I do.
i.c. // October  (via flowersinyourhair8)

You have no idea

(via samweshouldrun)