[wingchestered]

Sam, Confronting Lucifer: This is fine

Sam, facing his own death: This is fine

Sam, looking at a clown mask: This is it. This is the end. There is literally nothing worse than this. Kill me pls.

[yourfavoritedirector]

FUCK

[writing-questions-answered]

Romance: Falling in Love

Subtle Signs of Love Getting to Know Your Neighbor Love at First Sight and the Stages of Love Using Timelines to Pace Romantic Relationships :)

[hoechlinth]

I love this gif because Cas learns all his mannerisms off Dean. 

‘He want’s to lean against the wall and sulk well fine, I can do that too.’

[mrsfitzgerald]

[ishippeditovernight]

#TRY AND TELL ME #that if you had no context #you would not think #that they’re about to fuck on the kitchen counter #try #castiel leaning back on the edge watching dean saunter up nice and slow #staring unblinking into each other’s eyes from a foot away #cas’s lips parted #dean swallowing #in the dark #tell me how this doesn’t look like they’re about to tear into each other (via livebloggingmydescentintomadness)

[deanwinchesterdaily]

yeah yeah, I’m fine.

[femharringrove]

[inacatastrophicmind]

When is a monster not a monster? When you love him.

[afangirlarchive]

[x]

[doeraymisha-blog]

[morevnasmarya-deactivated201701]

#anyone who thinks that Sam isn’t just as tough and mean and badass as Dean is watching some other show

[tvshowsandmoviesarelove]

“I can’t do it without my brother. I don’t wanna do it without my brother.”

[my-wayward-son-carry-on]

10x21

*aggressively tries to cheer ppl up with more dick jokes*

[deactivated-blog]

[wingchestered]

old school spn gives me tears

[wolfstarry]

[gif request meme] anonymous requested: ↳ supernatural + #10 (favorite last words)

[castielandmoriarty]

[vanishingactblog]

Second pic? SAM’S BEST HAIR EVER.

[followstrictlyhoran-blog]

i wanna scream i love folie a deux from the top of my lungs

[queenof-the-hell]

But I’m afraid someone else will hear me

[borgeslabyrinth]

I realized why the idea of constellations has always swayed me. constellations are so very human.

our wonder of the stars is bone-sunk; we’ve been thinking and dreaming and watching and watching and watching since the beginning of time, and we looked for so long that we started making connections. 

we played a celestial game of connect-the-dots; trying to find order in something so vast and trying to show that the stars are in everything and everything is in the stars.

we plucked pictures out of the infinite; there’s a dog, there’s a bear, there’s a lion, see? look, right there; the stars hold and mirror back everything we see. 

but then it went a step further. instead of everyday things, we stopped picking out the cups and the bears, and instead we saw stories. 

look, Andromeda, chained to a rock and waiting to be devoured by Cetus. there’s Orion, and Hercules, and do you see Orpheus’ lyre? Zeus sent an eagle to retrieve it after Orpheus’ death and he placed it in the sky. 

we did the most human thing imaginable: we wrote our stories into the stars. we filled the night sky; previously so vast, so unknowable; with our history. we forged connections to the stars and made it so our children will always know where they come from.