ne8ula:

jensenmisha through the years

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crxstalcas:
“ Your Honour,,,,, this man is so touch starved,,,
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crxstalcas:

Your Honour,,,,, this man is so touch starved,,,

gunpowderplusgelatine:

david-fricking-tennant:

david-fricking-tennant:

Ten and Donna are himbo/lesbian solidarity I don’t take criticism

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I hadn’t even considered this you’re a genius

Gif of the Tenth Doctor saying: "There should be a switch by the side"
Gif of Donna Noble saying: "But it's Sontaran. You need three fingers"
The Doctor: "You've got three fingers"
Donna: "Oh yeah"

This isn’t wrong

mishha:

GIF REQUEST MEME: anon asked:

↳favorite story arc: widower arc

castee-yel:

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they were literally! in!! love!!! here!!!!

prinnay:
“Cinderella
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prinnay:

Cinderella

wakabonds:

#eye married

leftistdean:

one gifset per episode: 1.03 dead in the water

my-flourish-and-blotts:

Love in Every Language - Croatian/Bosnian/Serbian (sent by @miyaarte)

    ↪ Reblog and put on the tags or send me a message with your language and how to say “I love you” and “I love you too” in it. I’ll make gifs with them.

#TheySilencedYou #LoveInEveryLanguage

postmodernmulticoloredcloak:

This is what happened, right?

dean/cas fic: ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find (6.7K, 15x19 coda)

xylodemon:

ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find: deancas, 15x19 coda, 6.7k, reunions, angst with a happy ending.

Sam brings it up as they’re driving back from the steakhouse in Mankato.

Dean cuts him a sharp, sideways glance. “You think I should what?”

“I think you should try journaling.”

They’re cruising west on US 36, into an orange-gold smear of a sunset that’s just bright enough to make Dean squint. As they pass the junction with Highway 112, he looks for the wrecked tractor he saw as he headed for the Chuck showdown. There’s no sign of it now; Jack must’ve reset everyone to a time before the big disappearing act.

He asks, “Why the hell would I wanna do that?”

“It’s a good way to process trauma,” Sam explains. “We’re writing our own story now, but we still have a bunch of stuff to work through. And it’s not like we can dump monsters and angels and… God on a therapist.”

Dean huffs under his breath. He’s sure therapy works for some people, and that’s great for them. But the idea of airing all his dirty laundry to a stranger makes something cold and uncomfortable squirm around in his gut.

“No thanks.”

“Dean—”

“Look. I just had a fantastic porterhouse, and I’m driving down a road without a monster at the end of it. I don’t need you doing—” Dean waves a hand in the air. “Whatever this is.”

“Fine,” Sam says, sighing. “Just—just think about it, yeah?”

Dean huffs again. “Yeah.”

[READ IT @ AO3]

joeytrlbiani:

dean finds a good boy ♥(ꈍᴗꈍ) | requested by *:・゚✧ @mikoshigirl *:・゚

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