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“No, Sir, Jesus is a male.”
I just had to do this after seeing this post.
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“Comin’ with us has conditions- you’re gonna have to get inked up.”
Your blog has now been inked up and can never be possessed by a demon so long as this post exists. (Bonus: It’s transparent.)
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When people think the only fandoms that exist on Tumblr are Doctor Who, Sherlock, and Supernatural
What does that make The Avengers?
The adopted one.
HAH
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moments when i love spn
when i remember that this is a real episode
not a blooper or a gag
a real conversation
in a real episode
perfect show is perfect
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SPN FANDOM TRADITION: ALWAYS. REBLOG. ON. TUESDAY.
TODAY IS TUESDAY AND I HAVEN’t REBLOGGED THIS YET
hey, tuesday!
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holy crap that is the best fake 3D gif set i ever saw
NICE
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stop-lowering-the-iq-anderson:
Carry On My Wayward Son (lullaby Version)
Why can I so easily picture this playing in the spn series finale as the camera takes one last look moving over the dead bodies of all our favorite characters, stopping on the rusting frame of the impala and then slowly fading to black?
No! Into the corner with you!
As the music starts, the camera shows the sightless eyes of Kevin Tran, lying on the floor, weak body from starvation and sleepless nights apparent. The camera moves to show his mother, Mrs. Tran, lying next to him. Both of them tried to shield the other in the chaos and blood. They lie dead together.
The next scene shows Garth, lying on the ground, Bobby’s cap lying beside him, stained with blood. He is loosely holding a rifle, which contained salt, in an attempt to fight them off. To win once and for all. The salt is scattered on the ground around him. His body remains there until decayed.
The camera comes up from the ground to reveal the blank face of Sam Winchester, the one Azazel chose, the one who threw himself into hell for the good of earth. He lies, jacket stained, separated from his brother and his friends. He never got the family or the happy ending he wanted. His hair is stained and chopped, uneven in places. The blood drips down the side of his face, mirroring Jess.
Finally, we see Dean and Cas, dead on the ground. The scorch mark of Castiel’s wings cover the ground and Dean’s face and body, shielded by an angel until the very end. A gold amulet on the ground next to him, fallen out of his ripped trench coat. Dean clutches a demon blade, covered in blood, but more of his own than of the enemy. His body lies close to Cas, destined to remain together since he was raised from hell. They are now burnt and broken shells of men and angels. But they knew their only purpose.
In the corner of the field, hidden away in a presumably good parking spot, is the Impala, where it has been for a while, and will continue to be there until the trees and plants grow around it, crushing the windows, demolishing the rust, moulding the leather seats. The army men will be consumed by the soil, and in many years time, decompose. This car will be like any other old car seen abandoned in a field or on a road. Its age will show when Dean is not present to take care of her. The heater will never rattle again.
People will find the bodies, perhaps, and catalogue them as John or Jane Does, unknown to the world, unknown to the great service they gave them. They all gave their lives. And in return we live ours for them.
The camera fades to black.
DON NOT PLAY THE SONG WHILE READING THAT. YOU’LL FUCKING REGRET IT FOR LIFE OH GOD
Are you fucking kidding me right now holy fuck my life just ruined i don’t even want to thinking about that shit why would you do something like that on my god it’s six am and i’m fucking crying my eyes out thank you for that you asshats.
WERE YOU NOT HUGGED ENOUGH AS A CHILD
DID I KILL YOUR FATHER
IS THAT WHY YOU’RE HURTING ME
what if i killed you
My feels hurt
it is not possible to be in any more pain right now
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? D;
DON’T READ IT WHILE PLAYING THAT DON’T READ IT AT ALL IT’S A TRAP
the pain THE PAIN
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We’ve closed in on them and we have several more hours in order to accomplish our goal of making it to the finals.
If you’ve voted before in this round - you’re able to vote again now! SO VOTE AND PASS IT ON.
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What? We don’t have any phone box.
Hahaha :Di love how john in the last gif is so shocked and he his probably regretting teaming up with some mass murders
here’s the other one!!! maybe this was the one I meant before. *headtilt* i don’t know.
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