Just a Random Fanboy

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garama:

That guy is just impossible to draw, sorry.

garama:

That guy is just impossible to draw, sorry.

rorycas:

Holy shit, I’ve heard of meta, but that was like Misha took a road trip through years of blog and fandom wank.

We got some of the biggest sources of fandom strife/speculation/headcanons, all parodied for us:

- Jensen’s so very New Agey but is too insecure to let the world know

- Everybody hates Jared

- Misha’s treated like garbage at work

- Jensen hates Jared

- Jared demands script changes

- Jared can’t act but thinks he can

If that had gone on for 5 more minutes I think they would have ended up delving into RPS conspiracy theories and what’s left of the fandom would have burst into flames.

rapeculturerealities:

leonquwata:

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reblogging here for that tag. always be wary of people who don’t respect your space. always.

(Source: thedisneyprincess)

orochi8strange:

Lets add some Mark Sheppard. I swear that man smiles and I am dying!!But what a way to go

(Source: lordwhat)

wifihunters:

i think i have a headache… 

wifihunters:

i think i have a headache… 

mineralists:

Opalized and Pyritized Ammonite fossil

mineralists:

Opalized and Pyritized Ammonite fossil

(Source: flickr.com)

matisschaga:

5/27

matisschaga:

5/27

[Sympathy for the Devil]

(Source: demondetoxmanual-archive)

deathbycoldopen:

Dean Winchester is saved.

Dead dead dead, his body rotting in the ground or burning in a hunter’s pyre, and all that you can do is sit there, watching as his blood drips from Metatron’s blade.  Dean’s blood, or perhaps it really is your own blood seeping out from under your skin, until your body is crumbling, burning next to your love.

Your love.

"You’ll never get away with this," you say, and it’s only because there’s a script that you have the words to say.  This story has already been written, as Metatron would say; the only difference is who did the writing of it.

It certainly wasn’t you who wrote it, though.  The story you would have written would have been different.  Would have been like the half remembered tune of Heaven from a dead mortal’s eyes, an arm slung around your shoulder, a laugh echoing in your ear, a wish of his voice whispering your name as his lips ghosted against yours.  You never knew what the story would be until your wish was impossible.  Dead, dead, dead, and you may be an angel, but there are limits to what lives you can pull away from the gaping jaws of Death, and he has been caught too many times to be able to grasp in grace-weakened fingers.

You hold the blade up to Metatron’s throat, but you don’t let it pierce the vessel’s skin.

There are other factors at work, you remind yourself.  Other lives at stake.  Angels depending on your promise.  Problems to be solved that may need his help.  Gestures to be made, to show that you are what you say you are.

So maybe you let the blade leave a shallow cut on his throat.

Dean Winchester is saved.

Heaven is too large for you now, your wings turned to ash as if you are already dead.  Perhaps you are.  You’ve done enough to deserve Hell, after all, and this story is too hellish to be the home that you remember.

Heaven is too large for you now, so you search for days before realizing the futility.  Days spent searching when you should have realized the new souls haven’t even arrived.  That they are elsewhere, that you have been scouring Heaven for a soul that won’t be there until you complete your promise.

You almost return to the dungeon to slide a blood-soaked blade through the hollow of Metatron’s throat.

Earth is different now than it was before.  Different even than when the stolen grace first wrapped itself around your new soul.  The grace flickers and flares and dies; the world changes and reassembles itself moment to moment, a jigsaw puzzle that refuses to make up its mind of the answer.  You step inside the abandoned car and can’t make it move.

Dean Winchester is saved.

The key turns in the ignition; the gas pedal tilts down towards the floor.  The car moves forward, toward the confirmation of what you cannot fathom without a throb in your chest, to the steady rhythm of the drip drip of blood dripping on the floor.

You drive, because there’s nothing left for you in this world until you see him.  There’s nothing left if he isn’t alive and well.

Dean.

Your love.

It’s only after you’ve raised your fist against the solid iron door, after feet have pounded up the stairs behind it, after you smell the faint residue of sulfur and Sam opens the door with a panicked expression, that you realize that alive is a relative term after all.

Dean Winchester is saved.

You did it before, you’ll do it again.  You know now what this fire is that burns in your core, the mission you will serve no matter what the cost.  You know now who you are, who Dean Winchester is, who you are when your with him.  You saved him before.  You’ll save him now.  A thousand times, a million.  You will always save him.

Your love.

Dean Winchester is saved.

licieoic:

"You Never Forget Your First Doctor" - Digital Oil Painting
Oh Chris, I wish we could have had more than one season of you and your beautiful big blue eyes.
This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.

licieoic:

"You Never Forget Your First Doctor" - Digital Oil Painting

Oh Chris, I wish we could have had more than one season of you and your beautiful big blue eyes.

This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.

themegalosaurus:

themegalosaurus:

3x07 // 4x08 // 9x02

people underestimate sam far too much he is just as scary as dean winchester sometimes in fact i would argue that it’s even more scary because he’s so good at masking it if dean winchester was after you you would know it sam winchester you wouldn’t know until you were already dead he’s just…. yeah. (via win-chester-brothers)

supernaturalredemptionroad:

Art by brilcrist (aka gikun), created for Supernatural: Redemption Road.

supernaturalredemptionroad:

Art by brilcrist (aka gikun), created for Supernatural: Redemption Road.

kosovan:

rufflesnotdiets:

deadcantdraw:

There’s over 300 languages spoken in London

Less than half of the population is white british

There are large areas with little to no white population

so if your show is set in London and has an all white cast you’re not even being remotely accurate

See Also: New York

los angeles is only 40% white yet look at every single tv show in LA :/