u think i am walking around the house with a blanket around my shoulders because i cold but in actuality it is my cloak and i am on an adventure
the fridge: there and back again
What happens when you rotate Copper Sulfate while it is on fire!
I think Maleficent is about to appear.
for a second i thought you meant that maleficient was about to appear sideways and i was confused. then i got it.
"Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today."
But watching him, I stopped. Everything he sacrificed, and I was about to ask him for more.THE FRUSTRATING THING ABOUT DEAN AND CAS IS THAT THEY ARE SO FUCKING CLUELESS AS TO HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO EACH OTHER.
ONE WANTS THE OTHER BACK BUT WON’T SAY ANYTHING BECAUSE HE DOESN’T WANT TO BURDEN HIM. AND ALL THE OTHER WANTS IS FOR THAT ONE TO ASK HIM TO COME ALONG WITH HIM.
AND THE SOLUTION, REALLY, IS JUST TO ADMIT TO THEMSELVES THAT THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER. BUT THEY WON’T BECAUSE THESE SELF-SACRIFICING ASSHOLES WON’T ALLOW THEMSELVES TO BE HAPPY.
ONLY 90’s KIDS WILL GET THIS :
- a birth certificate with 1990-1999
this is the single gayest thing this show has done
let’s take gif one
where we have cas lightly stroking his beer bottle as he smiles and looks at Dean through his lashes (keep in mind he is supposed to be drunk)
then we have gif two
where he winks at Dean and Dean looks away from him and looks down.
and onto gif three
where Cas clinks their bottles together and smiles
Like Dean is 100% like “omg Cas you’re so drunk and Sam is here this is so embarrassing” because Cas is a flirty drunk and he is flirting with Dean
CAN WE TALK ABOUT GOLDEN MOLES
IT’S A DESERT SAND PANCAKE
THEY SQUIGGLE THROUGH SAND TO GET AROUND
It’s a fucking irl diglett I cannot believe
Okay, can we talk about this just for a second? Because I. Loved. This.
Hear me out: When some people think of Dean Winchester they think of just a shallow womanizer. However, in the past, Dean has shown that he tends to be attracted to minorities more than the conventional prettiness of a white, blonde, thin, pouty lipped busty woman. The fact that he is flirting with this girl who is not “attractive” by NORMAL SOCIETY STANDARDS makes me really love Dean all that much more. I mean, how many of us were watching this and thought, Dean’s gonna flirt with that girl! I wasn’t. I thought he wasn’t going to give her a second glance. I mean look at her in all her punky glory — studs and a collar and not perfect hair and crazy eyeliner and dark lipstick — I mean, she’s probably a sassy bitch who takes no shit from anyone and Dean is flirting with her. It makes me want to fly in to the sun screaming “DEAN WINCHESTER IS NOT A SHALLOW DOUCHE WHO ONLY LIKES STRIPPERS WITH BIG TITS!”
I don’t know why this moved me so much. Maybe it’s because so much of the fandom is convinced the Dean is only interested in girls, and only interested in conventionally pretty girls at that. Neither of which is true.
Reason #553908432 why I love Dean fucking Winchester.
To just sleep in a car like this, with your best friend or boyfriend and not worry because its just you two and tomorrow you’re just going to climb out of bed and into the front of the car where you’ll drive off. Another day on your road trip together, living, laughing, loving.
But then you hear a noise outside. Your friend goes to investigate and never comes back. You wait, and then decide to go looking for them. You grab a torch and climb out and scan the trees with the light.
You hear a dripping noise behind you.
You turn around and see water dripping onto the car, but it’s not raining. You shine the torch onto the water, and realise it’s red. It’s blood. You look up, and there’s your friend, hanging from the tree above, stomach ripped open and hand reaching down, dripping blood.
You go to scream but then something hits you from behind.
You were in the first five minutes of Supernatural.
This is why we can’t have nice things