Heir of Doom

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ramblingeekette:

This needs to be on everyone’s dashes again

Oh hey remember when Chris Pine….

human impala, anyone 

oh

my 

God

HEADCANON FUCKING ACCEPTED

Yes to human!Impala. And yes to this dude playing the part. Oh, Dean.

Oh lord. We missed it the first time this went around. And we would just like to say aksdhofiasknd YESYESYES

ALL the yes! Please someone write it. Dean/Impala 

YES.

Dean walked outside, loosening his tie as he and Sam went out to their car, on their way to the cemetery to burn the bones— it was a simple enough case. “Sam. Sam, where the hell.. where the hell is my car?!” Dean looked around anxiously, eyes falling on a younger man sitting on the curb where his car used to be. 

He stormed over to the young man and pulled him up by his shirt, glaring with intense eyes. “Where the hell is my car?!” Dean growled.

“It’s kinda sweet to see how much you actually care in person,” the other man replied coolly, voice like a low, deep purr.

Dean was taken aback for a moment, trying to process what he’d just said. He released his shirt and stared. “Excuse me? Who are you?” he asked, shooting a look over to Sam. His brother only shrugged, looking equally as confused.

The man adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair. “I… hm.” There was a pause before he shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve always just called me baby.”

Baby. Who the hell did he.. “Oh no fucking way,” Dean breathed out after finally putting the pieces together. “No way in hell.” He took a step back, rubbing his eyes to make sure that this wasn’t just a goddamn dream.

Sam was gaping slightly and caught the guy’s eye. “You’re… the Impala,” he said, not so much a question as it was a statement. “How does that happen?”

“Someone named Gabriel. One second I was a car, the next..” He gestured to his body, and stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “He said that you guys would have fun with this. Me. Or something like that.” A grin, almost a smirk, played at his lips as he eyes the two brothers.

Dean was speechless, and that never happened. After one more moment of looking at the man, he turned to face Sam. “Alright. Okay, just… go take care of the bones. I’ll stay here and babysit..” What the hell would he call him? “So do you have a name?”

The younger man shrugged. “You’ve only ever called me ‘baby’.” He was humming a song, like he couldn’t quite get it out of his head. This whole “being a human” thing wasn’t too bad at all. And seeing Sam and Dean for the first time… it was nothing short of amazing.

“Dude, are you humming Led Zeppelin?” he asked, unable to keep back a grin. The guy nodded, watching Sam walk off and tilting his head to the side slightly. God, that Winchester kid has a nice—

“Hey. Eyes up here,” Dean interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of the younger man. “Listen, until we figure this all out, you’re staying here with us. So come on baby, looks like we’re walking to the motel room.”

The other man nodded and followed behind Dean as they walked down the sidewalk. “Sounds good to me,” he responded, grinning devilishly, now humming a Metallica song.

Dean was so glad that no one else could see him blush.

‘SCUSE ME WHILE I SEXPLODE

gskfdlasfgkasfljgljksjfsh *drools, stops breathing and finally explodes into a pile of goo*

SEXPALA

even destiel fans would convert to this

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camiekahle:

1950’s Vintage Cocktail Dresses

EVERY TIME 

OH GOD, I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED

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awwww-cute:

Might be a repost, but I thought it was adorable

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kherpalazzo:

This is one of my acquaintances (not quite friend, but close enough that I care about what she does). This post has so many notes, and I don’t understand why. If it’s to ridicule her, I am deeply saddened by the state of tumblr and exactly how accepting of a place it really is.

She makes videos about her lifestyle to help educate people about goth culture and how stigmatized it is. She blogs about her real life struggles, the day-to-day abuse she gets for embracing a community that has been scrutinized harshly for little reason other than the fact that it’s different. Some videos are really negative (read: abuse) that give a glimpse into her struggles

This video, however, is actually rather positive, if you guys actually took the time to watch it. She begins the video with a glimpse into the ugly world of unsupportive parents. She talks about how a lot of parents who have children in alternative lifestyles disown them, beat them, and all kinds of messed up things. She also tells about parents of children with goth/alternative lifestyle friends and how they wont allow them to interact with them at all (sometimes resulting in abuse as well). After that, she brings up how SUPPORTIVE HER PARENTS ARE OF HER, and how SHE LOVES THEM SO VERY MUCH.

Mom and Dad, if you ever watch this, I just wanna say I love you, and thanks for loving me even though I’m unlovable by some because of appearance and other reasons. Thank you.

She pours her heart into these videos to help make a change, and everyone who reblogs this to make fun of her could really take a lesson from her videos.

Thanks for proving her points, guys.

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weregoingtojackson:

i will always reblog this because its my most favorite thing ever.

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obeydowney:

He looks terrified.

i think he’s remembering when martin actually DID show him and he spat out his tea from seeing it

I would pay him to read fanfiction loudly , bless.

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Star Trek (1966) - The Naked Time

if you didn’t think this was the best episode then you’re wrong