The Winchesters are what happens when people in horror movies become self-aware
I SAW THIS AD IN 2005 AND I’M STILL WONDERING WHY IS HER HEAD SO TINY
IS HER HEAD SO TINY
NO I’VE GOT IT.
THOSE SKIN-COLOURED THINGS TO THE SIDE ARE NOT HER SHOULDERS.
THEY ARE ACTUALLY A CHAIR.
OH MY UGUCKING FGOD
The cop is just like: Aww yes, this kid is going dow- god damn it. Are you kidding me?
this took me longer than it should have to figure out
laughed alot more then i should of done XD
Jared, Jensen, Misha and the wrestling story.
Let me explain you a thing.
When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.
I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.
The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:
“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:
“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.
“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.
I think I just found the Empress of Weeping Angels.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NOBODY BLINK!!
You don’t have enough badges to hit me!
Wrong movie, darling.
I didn’t get it at first, but then I saw it…
OMG WRONG BLOG BUT STILL RLLY HOT
THIS IS THE SEVENTH TIME I’VE SEEN THIS POST AND I JUST NOW REALIZED WHAT IS WRONG
The angel Castiel was much distressed, for he sought the lord God yet knew not where to search.
The Righteous Man perceived this and said in jest “Seek the lord God in the land of New Mexico, for I hear he is on a tortilla”
But, lo, the angel Castiel did not understand this jest and gave consideration to the Righteous Man’s suggestion.
Then he spake and said “Nay, he resides not on any flat-bread” and an awkward silence did fall.