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Ch. 1 - The Midnight Game
Ch. 2 - Back to School
Ch. 3 - Dancing with Demons
Ch. 4 - Lucky Mojo
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I don’t even know any more.
I literally screamed “OH MY GOD”
THIS IS ACTUALLY BRILLIANT I CANNOT EVEN BREATHE
JFIKEIOGJIOFJDOGJOPFKD
IT’S HERE.
hahahahahah
(Source: stagehaand)
Guys! I found this picture of Jensen Ackles and I’m not sure how to feel…
Ten Inch Hero. Good luck taking that entire movie seriously…
Dean has the weird way of smiling where I’m almost sure he’s gonna cry simultaneously and that speaks to me on a personal level.
#there is a second where Dean is hopeful that he has won #ahaha #Sam doesn’t even look
Oh, Dean, always with the scissors.
i went out to eat lunch with my mom and i forgot what a knife was called so i asked the waitress for “one of those things that you use to stab people with”
a map of america drawn from memory
yeah
i live in america and this is completely accurate
“General ‘yeehaw’ area” I can’T STOP LAUGHING
I need my glasses to find my glasses do you see my problem
You can’t even see your problem
basically
I just had an orgasm
“Who here has had their feelings personally victimized by Supernatural?”
softlokiwarmlokilittleballofsass:
in french today we were talking about celebrities that we admire and i said misha collins and nobody knew who i was talking about so my teacher googled him and put this photo up
and the whole class went quiet and from the back of the room we just heard this tiny ‘oh my god’
(Source: itsrainingmenjolras)
I swear I make myself stay up late so I might actually get to see the nightbloggers and they’re never here when Is tay up. Come out u lil shits.
prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:
AsylumWaiting Room of the Big Three.it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here
Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”
I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE
I can’t. I’m done.
if i became famous i would read the fanfiction people wrote about me and talk about them in interviews to freak the fandom out
(Source: officialtomkirk)
