There ain't no me if there ain't no you


to forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time

castihalo:

NOT LITERALLY YOU GUYS

officialbuckybarnes:

officialsteverogers:

You follow me on tumblr but will you follow me into war

shut the fuck up steve

mistercoventry:

becoming a demon seems like a good career option

castiel-knight-of-hell:

the commercials on BBC America were driving me crazy because the guy doing the voice overs sounded so familiar

I looked it up and it’s Mark Sheppard

The King of Hell is the voice of BBC America

kikistiel:

Wip! the art block is strong in me these days

Eleven: Is he gray?
Clara: Yes
Eleven: Clara, help him.
Clara: ...
Eleven: ...
Clara: ...
Eleven: Dye his hair.

cakeandspankings:

wormstash:

& long live the look on your face.

“Why did you name me that?”

But the people closest to him knew. Sam, his wife, old friends from their hunting days who’d similarly gathered and adopted a quiet life throughout the years. None of them wanted it, of course; no one ever did, but age takes its toll on everyone. They’d all privately agreed that trying to relive the past did nothing anymore.

Which is why moments like these were so difficult. Dean had nothing left of him. Not a picture or a letter or a souvenir of any kind. Nothing to say that he ever existed, other than the faded, crumbled memories left in his tired, old mind. He has nothing for his son but words, and none of them would make sense. Because both Dean and Sam had agreed to hold back details of their supernatural exploits from their children. The hunting days were over, and their children had no need of a life like that.

A picture would’ve helped. Dean could say, ‘see this man here? I named you after him.’ But there was only ever one picture, burned to ash not even two days after it was taken. The only proof there ever was of an angel who saved his life, and his brother’s, over and over again. An angel who - and Dean could admit this now, finally, after so many years  - gave up everything for him, risked everything to be a part of his life and change it in a way no one ever had before.

He exhales slowly and gently looks to his son.

“I just thought it was a really great name, Cas.”


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mikasaackermenn:

Real talk as soon as Doctor Who premieres later this month I’m going to magical girl transform into a Doctor Who blog you just watch

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