It’s interesting how different my alt 10 version of demon!Dean is from what we’ve seen so far of canon demon!
Alt version has lost interest in all the trivial, skin-deep things he used to love while canon version has embraced them to the point of madness.
I…kind of like both versions actually.
If you find yourself thinking “Wait. Can’t say that. He’ll think I’m weird and fucked up.” Ditch them and find someone who responds with something twice as weird and three times as fucked up.
Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.
Stephen King, The Shawshank Redemption (via feellng)
The daylight hours are getting very noticeably shorter.
I am NOT happy about this development.
I am currently housemate-less
L moved out this weekend to seek fame and fortune or whatever, so it’s just me here now.
Still, it’s strange having the house totally to myself after sharing it with other people for the past year and a half.
What episode are you talking about?
The fandom hasn’t been the same since.
At least for me.
HALF CINEMA CHEERED AND THE OTHER HALF WERE REALLY CONFUSED WHY WE WERE CHEERING
I actually screamed, “Abed!” and my boyfriend punched me in the arm.
I found one of the reference pictures I was looking for.
I just had to go to the backlog of a year ago to find it, which really sucked because I saw posts from then and remembered how it was then, when the SPN fandom was still united and hopeful and everything was Welcome To Night Vale and upbeat…
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
The Winter of the Air (via fuckinq)
I love [that] the fans use the show as a canvas onto which they paint the stories that mean the most to them
Misha Collins at the TVG Fan Favourites panel [x] (via plushstiel)