march into hell for a heavenly cause

—Supernatural Season 8 Finale: 8.23, The Sacrifice.
—05. 15. 13

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nothingbecomingsomething:

weightlesslives:

Posting on Tumblr is like talking to your cat. You don’t know if they are listening, and you don’t know if they care, but for some reason, it still helps.

This might be the most accurate thing I’ve read ever

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kikiarty:

what i mean when i call a character perfect is “wow look at how flawed you are, how broken and three dimensional and well written. look how much of a disaster you are and how you are constantly torn between right and wrong and you make so many mistakes along the way wow look how human you are”

so basically when i say they are perfect what i mean is thank god they aren’t 

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i’ll put your poison in my veinsthey say the best love is insanei’ll light your fire till my last dayi’ll let your fields burn around meif that’s what you wanted

i’ll put your poison in my veins
they say the best love is insane
i’ll light your fire till my last day
i’ll let your fields burn around me
if that’s what you wanted

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deanwinchestersheart:

I need you to stay.

for Lauren

The French Mistake commentary

Bob Singer: Misha is great in this episode. The Misha persona he’s playing is not actually the real Misha persona. Him going back and forth between character and this thing he created as Misha is really terrific.

Ben Edlund: He was really, really enthusiastic to kind of warp the perception of him. There’s one moment in here where he actually pushes away an assistant and I kind of wish I pushed that a little bit more, like it was his idea and I think it works really well. He was really enthusiastic which was great. 

Bob Singer: Yeah, we were worried about shooting ourselves in the foot and Misha was ready to shoot himself in the brain.

Ben Edlund: [laughing] He was loading six guns at once.

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brolininthetardis:

royalprat:

it looks like bradley is serenading colin

no it looKS LIKE THEY’RE SINGING A DUET OMF

brolininthetardis:

royalprat:

it looks like bradley is serenading colin

no it looKS LIKE THEY’RE SINGING A DUET OMF

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10moonymhrivertam:

theskullonthemantle221b:

Couldn’t resist.

NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND DON’T APOLOGIZE THIS IS THE BEST

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andythanfiction:

So glad to see, though they phrased it slightly differently, that someone else caught that moment of if this were you this would so be exactly why I fell for you.

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dreaming-decadence:

missdontcare-x:

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You just can’t not reblog this.

I have this compulsive desire to re-blog mean girls every time I see it. 

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clotpole-merlin:

bradderspendragon:

coliniscute:

hawkflyer667:

camelotic:

gemenice:

Think you’ve got Morgana and Merlin confused

No, I haven’t.

actually, if you’re sorted into Slytherin on Pottermore, which I was, it tells you, straight from JK Rowling herself, that Merlin was a Slytherin and was proud of it. Proud to be one of his children.

Aaaaand merlin is a pretty good physician

ah fuckin thank you whoever did this. so sick of the cliche of all “evil” characters being slytherins and none of the “good” characters being slytherins.

THIS ^^

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misslupesculovegoodandthebluebox:

amzyydoodles:

sethun:

you don’t know what you have

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until it’s gone

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Just don’t be tempted to

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Aaaaaand the Whovians have the post.

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itsthebatman:

Football has meant too much to me, and come to represent too many things.

See, after a while, it all gets mixed up in your head, and you can’t remember whether life’s shit because Arsenal are shit or the other way around.

I’ve been to watch too many games, and spent too much money, and fretted about Arsenal when I should have been fretting about something else. I’ve asked too much of the people I love.

OK. I can accept all that.

But I don’t know, perhaps, it’s something you can’t understand unless you belong?

What about this? Three minutes to go and you’re two—one up in a semi-final and you look around and you see all those thousands of faces contorted with fear and hope and worry, everyone lost, everything else gone out of their heads… the whistle blows and everyone goes to spare, and just for those few minutes, you’re at the centre of the whole world.

And the fact that you care so much, that the noise you have made has been such a crucial part of it all, is what makes it special. Because you’ve seen every bit as important as the players, and if you hadn’t been there, then who’d be bothered about football, really?

And the great thing is it comes round again and again. There’s always another season. You lose the Cup final in May, well there’s the third round to look forward to in January. And what’s wrong with that? It’s actually pretty comforting if you think about it.

Most of the time.

But every now and then—not very often, but it happens—you catch a glimpse of a world that doesn’t work like that—a world that doesn’t stop in May and begin again in August.

There’s some stuff that just never comes back, and some stuff that just won’t go away, and some stuff that you can’t ignore even if you wanted to.

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rabbit-heartedcumberbitch:

benedct:

Amanda Abbington as Mary… and Moran.

holy fucking god

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