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You know you’re a serious TV addict when you can relate to all 10 GIFs in this gallery! How many were you able to relate to?

All of them, oh my god..

*cough*Game of Thrones for last one*cough*

Me and books

story of my life…

*cough cough* supernatural fans *cough cough*

*cough cough* American horror story fans *couch cough*

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people who call skinny girls ‘disgusting’ thinking thats a good way to show they support larger bodies

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saxonandkidwell:

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obsessingabouteverything:

impalas-and-feathers:

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jo—harvelle:

vintageprincess48:

castheperpetuallyconfusedangel:

EXCUSE ME WHILE I PROCEED TO TAKE A MAJESTIC NOPE INTO THE SUNSET.






I was about to do something along the lines of ‘heLP I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP’ but then I realized that Cas….

Oh god.. I’m supposed to be writing an english essay but:
The battle was over.
Dean dragged his body over to where Cas lay, gasping for breath.
His side was burning with pain, but he ignored it : Cas needed him.
“Dean….”
He could hear the pain in Cas’ voice.
“I’m here, don’t worry”
2 sky blue eyes stared at him. They’re filled with tears.
“You’re hurt”
Dean faked a smile
“I’ve had worse”
He laid his head beside Cas’, feeling the darkness that was slowly embracing the both of them.
“Dean…”
Cas tuned his head towards Dean, his eyes were slowly glazing over.
“I….Love….You” he said with his last breaths.
A tear fell from Dean’s eyes as he saw Cas’s eyes glaze over completely. The imprint of his wings appeared on the ground, only confirming that he was gone.
“I love you too, Cas”
Dean closed his eyes and let the darkness embrace him.
so sorry



I have scrolled past this seven times today, so the eighth time is the one I break.
It started as the teasing of light against his eyelids, a soft breeze that was warm against his cheek. Dean grunted, half rolling over, reaching out to find grass under his fingers.  Slowly he forced his eyes open, squinting against a brilliant sun.
There were voices somewhere off to his left, and the very distinct smell of cooking meat.  For several long beats, Dean held still, letting everything filter in, mind churning frantically to attempt to figure out what the hell had happened.
The fight. The big goddamn fight that had lead to the final fucking end.  Sam, God knew where.  Cas dying right next to him.  And then …
He’d died. If there was one thing Dean Winchester knew, it was what dying felt like, and that had definitely been dying.
So where the fuck was he and why could he smell barbecue?
“Sammy?” It was the first question that came to mind, the first name he’d always call.  But it was followed closely by, more carefully, “Cas?”  It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d watch Castiel die only to have him come back.  One more miracle, Dean thought. Just one more.  Come on, there’s got to be one more I can get.
“He’s awake.” 
Dean’s hands had gone for his gun, his knife, finding all of them gone.  Just friggin’ great.  He was totally unarmed in the middle of a park or something and he had no idea what was happening.  Hearing Sam’s voice, though, and Dean let out a huge breath of relief, forcing himself to stand.
“Thank God, Sam.  What —”
When Dean looked over, the words turned to ash in his mouth.  It wasn’t just Sam.  There was a grill, picnic tables, like he’d wandered into some kind of Brady Bunch special. But that wasn’t what was so shocking.  Sitting at those tables, smiling at him like everything was just goddamn normal, was Jo.  Ellen.  Ash, the fucker, setting down two six packs of beer.
“What the hell.”  It really was the only response.  Dean stared, eyes going back to Sam, searching his face for answers.  ”Seriously, what the hell.”
“Your guess is as good as ours,” Sam answered, though he was smiling, too, running a hand through his hair with a sheepish shrug.  ”I mean, I just, uh, got here a little bit before you.  I think.  Time is kind of weird.”
“Hard to keep track of,” Ellen agreed.  She’d come up to Dean and before he knew what had happened she’d wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.  ”Good to see you, Dean,” she whispered.
“Yeah.”  After several beats Dean returned the hug, sagging into her with a kind of painful relief.  ”God, Ellen.”
Jo was next, looking beautiful and punching his shoulder with a grin.  Ash brought him a beer.  And then there was Bobby, who hugged both him and Sam so tight that Dean didn’t even care he could feel his ribs protesting.  They were here.  They were….
“It’s heaven,” Dean realized, looking around.
“Near as we can figure,” Ellen nodded.  ”We’ve just been waiting on you two knuckleheads.”
“Can’t say I’m overly thrilled with how quick you showed up,” Bobby grunted.  ”But hell, I knew you wouldn’t let us down.”
“We did it?”  Dean looked over at Sam as if for confirmation and Sam gave him a tired nod.  Dean hadn’t even realized how worn down Sam had gotten over the years until he saw him here, that air of innocence back in his eyes.  
This was heaven.  This was almost everything he’d ever wanted.
“Dean. Sammy.” The familiar voice sent chills down his spine; Dean immediately straightened up, turning around to find John Winchester standing there, beaming at both of them.  ”I knew you’d get here.”
“Dad,” Dean whispered, eyes wide.  Sam just stared, unsure, glancing at Dean and shifting, looking for all the world like a ten foot tall four year old.
Neither one of them had to move.  John was there, hauling them in, hugging them with a fierceness Dean couldn’t ever remember feeling before.  And if tears fell when he heard his father’s voice finally whispering I’m sorry and I’m so proud and I love you, well, then, he was in freaking heaven.  Sometimes shit like that happened.
When Mary joined them, Dean was almost expecting her.  Her hug was lingering, and she smiled at him like he was worthy of it.  Like he’d done something good.
This wasn’t what he’d expected Heaven to be.  This wasn’t what he knew Heaven was.  But here they were, and if this was some fucking angel trick, Dean knew he was going to tear someone apart, so help him God.
They gathered around the food, they talked and they laughed, and all of them admitted that this was not typical.  This wasn’t what it should be.  This hadn’t been what they knew Heaven to be like, until all of a sudden, it was.  It didn’t make sense.   And yet here they were.
Finally, Dean got up the courage to ask.  ”Cas?”  No one would meet his eyes.
“We haven’t seen him,” Sam finally admitted.  His shifted, eyes dropping to the table.  ”I asked.  Before you got here.”
Of course.  Of course there’d be a catch.  A price to pay.  Of course he’d never get everything.  Dean nodded, jaw tightening, his gaze falling away from the faces of his family, not wanting any of them to see just how deeply it hurt, knowing his heaven was someplace Castiel wasn’t.
“Hello, Dean.”
Then again.  Maybe this time, maybe for fucking once, everybody got to be happy.
Maybe this was God giving Dean Winchester just one win.

saxonandkidwell:

actorsdiesoloud:

obsessingabouteverything:

impalas-and-feathers:

iwantmyhonorback:

jo—harvelle:

vintageprincess48:

castheperpetuallyconfusedangel:

EXCUSE ME WHILE I PROCEED TO TAKE A MAJESTIC NOPE INTO THE SUNSET.

I was about to do something along the lines of ‘heLP I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP’ but then I realized that Cas….

Oh god.. I’m supposed to be writing an english essay but:


The battle was over.

Dean dragged his body over to where Cas lay, gasping for breath.

His side was burning with pain, but he ignored it : Cas needed him.

“Dean….”

He could hear the pain in Cas’ voice.

“I’m here, don’t worry”

2 sky blue eyes stared at him. They’re filled with tears.

“You’re hurt”

Dean faked a smile

“I’ve had worse”

He laid his head beside Cas’, feeling the darkness that was slowly embracing the both of them.

“Dean…”

Cas tuned his head towards Dean, his eyes were slowly glazing over.

“I….Love….You” he said with his last breaths.

A tear fell from Dean’s eyes as he saw Cas’s eyes glaze over completely. The imprint of his wings appeared on the ground, only confirming that he was gone.

“I love you too, Cas”

Dean closed his eyes and let the darkness embrace him.

so sorry


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I have scrolled past this seven times today, so the eighth time is the one I break.

It started as the teasing of light against his eyelids, a soft breeze that was warm against his cheek. Dean grunted, half rolling over, reaching out to find grass under his fingers.  Slowly he forced his eyes open, squinting against a brilliant sun.

There were voices somewhere off to his left, and the very distinct smell of cooking meat.  For several long beats, Dean held still, letting everything filter in, mind churning frantically to attempt to figure out what the hell had happened.

The fight. The big goddamn fight that had lead to the final fucking end.  Sam, God knew where.  Cas dying right next to him.  And then …

He’d died. If there was one thing Dean Winchester knew, it was what dying felt like, and that had definitely been dying.

So where the fuck was he and why could he smell barbecue?

“Sammy?” It was the first question that came to mind, the first name he’d always call.  But it was followed closely by, more carefully, “Cas?”  It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d watch Castiel die only to have him come back.  One more miracle, Dean thought. Just one more.  Come on, there’s got to be one more I can get.

“He’s awake.” 

Dean’s hands had gone for his gun, his knife, finding all of them gone.  Just friggin’ great.  He was totally unarmed in the middle of a park or something and he had no idea what was happening.  Hearing Sam’s voice, though, and Dean let out a huge breath of relief, forcing himself to stand.

“Thank God, Sam.  What —”

When Dean looked over, the words turned to ash in his mouth.  It wasn’t just Sam.  There was a grill, picnic tables, like he’d wandered into some kind of Brady Bunch special. But that wasn’t what was so shocking.  Sitting at those tables, smiling at him like everything was just goddamn normal, was Jo.  Ellen.  Ash, the fucker, setting down two six packs of beer.

“What the hell.”  It really was the only response.  Dean stared, eyes going back to Sam, searching his face for answers.  ”Seriously, what the hell.”

“Your guess is as good as ours,” Sam answered, though he was smiling, too, running a hand through his hair with a sheepish shrug.  ”I mean, I just, uh, got here a little bit before you.  I think.  Time is kind of weird.”

“Hard to keep track of,” Ellen agreed.  She’d come up to Dean and before he knew what had happened she’d wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.  ”Good to see you, Dean,” she whispered.

“Yeah.”  After several beats Dean returned the hug, sagging into her with a kind of painful relief.  ”God, Ellen.”

Jo was next, looking beautiful and punching his shoulder with a grin.  Ash brought him a beer.  And then there was Bobby, who hugged both him and Sam so tight that Dean didn’t even care he could feel his ribs protesting.  They were here.  They were….

“It’s heaven,” Dean realized, looking around.

“Near as we can figure,” Ellen nodded.  ”We’ve just been waiting on you two knuckleheads.”

“Can’t say I’m overly thrilled with how quick you showed up,” Bobby grunted.  ”But hell, I knew you wouldn’t let us down.”

“We did it?”  Dean looked over at Sam as if for confirmation and Sam gave him a tired nod.  Dean hadn’t even realized how worn down Sam had gotten over the years until he saw him here, that air of innocence back in his eyes.  

This was heaven.  This was almost everything he’d ever wanted.

“Dean. Sammy.” The familiar voice sent chills down his spine; Dean immediately straightened up, turning around to find John Winchester standing there, beaming at both of them.  ”I knew you’d get here.”

“Dad,” Dean whispered, eyes wide.  Sam just stared, unsure, glancing at Dean and shifting, looking for all the world like a ten foot tall four year old.

Neither one of them had to move.  John was there, hauling them in, hugging them with a fierceness Dean couldn’t ever remember feeling before.  And if tears fell when he heard his father’s voice finally whispering I’m sorry and I’m so proud and I love you, well, then, he was in freaking heaven.  Sometimes shit like that happened.

When Mary joined them, Dean was almost expecting her.  Her hug was lingering, and she smiled at him like he was worthy of it.  Like he’d done something good.

This wasn’t what he’d expected Heaven to be.  This wasn’t what he knew Heaven was.  But here they were, and if this was some fucking angel trick, Dean knew he was going to tear someone apart, so help him God.

They gathered around the food, they talked and they laughed, and all of them admitted that this was not typical.  This wasn’t what it should be.  This hadn’t been what they knew Heaven to be like, until all of a sudden, it was.  It didn’t make sense.   And yet here they were.

Finally, Dean got up the courage to ask.  ”Cas?”  No one would meet his eyes.

“We haven’t seen him,” Sam finally admitted.  His shifted, eyes dropping to the table.  ”I asked.  Before you got here.”

Of course.  Of course there’d be a catch.  A price to pay.  Of course he’d never get everything.  Dean nodded, jaw tightening, his gaze falling away from the faces of his family, not wanting any of them to see just how deeply it hurt, knowing his heaven was someplace Castiel wasn’t.

“Hello, Dean.”

Then again.  Maybe this time, maybe for fucking once, everybody got to be happy.

Maybe this was God giving Dean Winchester just one win.

(Source: dasick2)

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lexieloveyoulikeacupcake:

When Jack Warner was casting the movie My Fair Lady, Julie Andrews, who played the original Eliza Doolittle on Broadway, was overlook for the part, that was given to Audrey Hepburn.

That made her available to accept Mr. Disney’s invitation to play Mary Poppins.

At the 22nd Golden Globes, when she won the best actress award (she was up against Audrey for My Fair Lady), she had her sweet revenge.

how to shade, with class.

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mishasminions:

The one where Dean and Cas meet The Avengers

“Dean, Superman looks different”
“That’s Captain America, Cas”
“Oh. Where’s Batman?”
“We’re in the wrong comic book franchise”