Goddamn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in control?
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Goddamn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in control?
When the world has lost its colour, and the walls are caving in There’s nothing but the future left, so let me live.
Castiel Graphics Challenge | galaxystiel ↳ Prompt: Palette #13
spn reverse graphics challenge | archangeles | prompt: impala
The “Brothers looking at each other series” - SN13x10 “No, don’t … don’t tell me it tastes like chicken.” “No, Sam, it’s a lizard. It tastes like a lizard.”
I don’t know what’s a-comin’ tomorrow Maybe it’s trouble and sorrow But we’ll travel the road Sharing our load Side by side - SN: 13x09/13x10 Patsy Cline/Side By Side
Dean in Every Episode || 02.18 Hollywood Babylon
✩ “Honestly, I think the world is gonna end bloody. But it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fight. We do have choices.”
castiel graphics challenge | archangeles vs. stardustsam | prompt: gryffindor
I’m dirty, mean, I’m mighty unclean I’m a wanted man Public enemy number one, understand? - AC/DC - TNT
6.18 Random Sam Caps
“If you hurt my brother, I’ll kill you, I swear. I’ll kill you all!”
This is a valley of ashes – a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of ash-grey men, who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.
long live the boy king