Update: I have already made my first impulse purchase. More autographs. Uh oh. But yay for rob, osric, Jim and gil!
reallyscj - Are ya jealous? :-P
Just got my wrist band. Aaa I am both terrified and happy. It’s smaller than I imagined, which makes me happy because my social anxiety is off the charts. By the way blacklist eden does Dallas (do ya’ll even get that reference?) to skip this nonsense
Ya know every time I see this, I want a dark angst fic where Gabriel and Sam are all happy and love and they have an adorable baby boy together. Then Gabriel dies and Sam, following in his father’s footsteps, becomes an alcoholic at the loss of his spouse. Who can barely look at his son, because he looks like Gabe and he makes those same little faces and he can’t stop getting in trouble at school because he is a trickster like his dad. Perfectly setting up John Bender in the Breakfast Club.
I said, “These human beings are flawed. Murderous.” And for that, God had Michael cast me into Hell. Now tell me: does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right. Look what six billion of you have done to this thing. And how many of you blamed me for it?
– Lucifer, 5.04 The End
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Why is there a random large lady sat on his lap? Do we know, why no one is acknowledging it? Are we all dreaming. The content of what Misha says is the least surprising thing about this.
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I’m fairly certain this is the most sexual gif on tumblr. Whoever made this, I owe you my soul. I’m usually a Cas girl but damn.
if you say you don’t want this on your blog you’re lying
Reblog this if you’d hang out with your Tumblr friends if you ever met them in real life.
REBLOG IF YOU WOULD MEET THEM AT THE AIRPORT GATE AND RUN AT EACH OTHER IN SLOW MOTION, ARMS WIDE OPEN WHILE “AT LAST” PLAYS OVER THE PA SYSTEM