actualmenacebuckybarnes:

clvbpenguin:

deadmarks:

lorenzo-drums:

This is what it’s like when I go on someone’s blog and a playlist starts playing. 

how the fuck did they film that scene 

they threw a radio at his face


#this was the 2000s people#we didn’t have your young people ‘special effects’#we just had gumpton and actors who could take a fucking radio to the face#those were the days

actualmenacebuckybarnes:

clvbpenguin:

deadmarks:

lorenzo-drums:

This is what it’s like when I go on someone’s blog and a playlist starts playing. 

how the fuck did they film that scene 

they threw a radio at his face

(Source: atlas-hour)

iprayforangels:

benedictcumbearbatch:

cynthikjelle:

characters that go from villain to awkward friend are so important

Crowley went from awkward friend to villain and back to awkward friend. Crowley is special. 

(Source: sazanaarah)

mercurykiss:

gentlemanbones:

camerapits:

themiracleofmusic:

oh.

Actually, I think the kid is playing Minecraft. Which is essentially digital Legos.
Two generations of creative people, just different methods of expression. Let’s not shit on the digital age as much, ‘eh?

You know what’s great about Minecraft?
You don’t get lacerations from stepping on it.

You know what’s great about legos?Your shit doesn’t get blown up because a green penis snuck up on you.

mercurykiss:

gentlemanbones:

camerapits:

themiracleofmusic:

oh.

Actually, I think the kid is playing Minecraft. Which is essentially digital Legos.

Two generations of creative people, just different methods of expression. Let’s not shit on the digital age as much, ‘eh?

You know what’s great about Minecraft?

You don’t get lacerations from stepping on it.

You know what’s great about legos?

Your shit doesn’t get blown up because a green penis snuck up on you.


Me, everyday.

Me, everyday.

Misha’s VanCon Panel

jinny-thekisaragi:

Fan: How would you react if you got a script where Dean and Cas were canon?

Misha and Richard: If Dean and Cas were canons????????

Misha: I’d try to make myself as aerodynamic as possible

  

landofrunawayangels:

Lyrics:

Cause I got one week up on the TV.
Then I got shoved off and told “I’m sorry.”
No one will remember me.
I guess that’s fate for “Supernatural” ladies.
Three days since I saw the guys.
They expected me just to push my life aside.
There’s no way I’m doing that.
Cause I’ll beat all the monsters in two seconds flat!

We deserve more but it’s not here.
Yes, we hold the bros dear,
But we’d like to have some story lines.
Those writing me, can’t you see? I just want some equality.
We’re people too!
You could give us such a good design.
Cruel like Abaddon, complex face it;
Like Bela Talbot.
You could give us some more episodes.
You could make us nice and classy
Or mean and sassy, there’s more than just your basic code.
There’s Jo and Ellen, felons quellin’
Those in hell n’, then they’re yellin’
at each other, cause they’re not just your damn side girls!
Women undermined, but then you’ll find
Us girls have minds, come from behind,
But it’s so dangerous;
the writers won’t give it a whirl!

How can we help it if you think we’re threatening when we’re great?
You don’t have the mind to appreciate
All the good that we do for “Supernatural.”
Can’t understand what we mean?
Well, you soon will!
We’re smart enough, done the research, read the books.
But in show, we’re just loved for our looks.

It’s been one week since you last saw me,
But they’ve moved on to different parts of the country.
No one can remember me.
I guess that’s the fate of “Supernatural” ladies.
Now it’s, three days after I got left.
The bros have moved on, they don’t look bereft.
Maybe you’ll see me next season;
I’ll get a name drop, a flash back for some good reason.

Ladies like Linda, like Lisa, Lenore;
We’re monsters, hunters, wives, single, and so much more.
Sometimes we need a shoulder to cry on,
Sometimes don’t need one,
But either way we all end up gone.
So bring us all back, we’re necessary!
And make us vary!
Or are we just another plot device?

Romantic int’rests can be useful,
But that quota’s full!
How ‘bout we a girl we see more than twice?
Jodie’s faking, staking, taking names.
Charlie’s stunning, gunning, running games.
Let see them back again before this show is over!
And how bout Claire, is she out there?
Cause we’re prepared to see her come right on back in
With the fight to bowl us over!

How can we help it if you think we’re threatening when we’re great?
You just don’t have the mind to appreciate
All the good that we do for “Supernatural.”
Can’t understand what we mean?
Well, you soon will!
We’re smart enough, done the research, wrote the books.
But in show, we’re just loved for our looks.

It’s been seasons since you’ve heard from me.
I’m just that woman with no sad backstory.
You all have forgotten me!
That’s the just the fate of “Supernatural” ladies!
Well, at least I’m still alive.
Through my episode I thought I was gonna die.
Now, I just live quietly

Cause it’s a million more weeks ‘til I’m back on TV!

This is the fate of Supernatural ladies.
This is the fate of Supernatural ladies.
Most of us died cause we slept with Sammy.

  

landofrunawayangels:

Lyrics:

Well, you brothers have hunted monster things
You’ll forever be the subject of tales
But you two, it’s not monsters you’re hunting
It’s me and I’ve got pow’r that never fails

You should be sweating, wracked in terror now
But you’ve somehow got my approval stamp
Don’t expect much, I’m a Trickster and wow
You think I’m a  genie? Rub my lamp, and I’ll say:

My dear Winchester boys, what will your torture be?
I’ve got a lesson, so sit down;
You ain’t never seen a guy like me!

I know I’m humble so feel free to flatter me
It’s not that easy being great;
You ain’t never seen a guy like me!

Yes sir, I pride myself as Trickster
I’m the boss, the God, the one
But back on track, stupid misters
So let’s go have some fun!

Not liking sit coms, boys? Try the rest of TV,
The lesson’s dull but in your skulls.
You ain’t never seen a guy like me!

Right here, boys! Oh my.
Over here! Not quite.
On your left!
My my my.
Oh this is gonna be fun
Can your friends do this?
(No they can’t, they’re dead!)
Can your friends do that?
(They’re still pretty dead)
So can Cas make worlds
In seconds flat?
Can your friends go poof?
Free candy, hey!
Can your friends stick you in Tuesdays, with a snap,
And make Deano die every day?

I know I’m not your favorite enemy
I’m here to get a rise out of you losers
I’m just looking out for me, you see?
I’m stuck with you, beggars can’t be choosers

I’ve got a powerful urge to watch you flail
Just play the game, you really wanna play
You’ve got a pass to fun, the rest all pales
Well all you gotta do, survive today, and hey

Well you Winchester bros, let’s have some fun at last.
Your wildest dreams burst at the seams!
You ain’t never seen a guy, never seen a guy,
You ain’t never seen a guy, never seen a guy,
You ain’t never seen a guy like me!
(Come on bros?)
(Why the frowns?)
You ain’t never seen a guy like me!

Having fun yet?

  

landofrunawayangels:

Goodnight, my Sammy
Time to close your eyes
Cause you are young and the world isn’t wild
I know that life is hard, but don’t be scared
I’ll always be here so you are prepared
I promised Dad I’d never leave you
And that’s the truth, you know
Wherever we may go
No matter what we face
I will always protect you, Sam

Goodnight, my Sammy
Now it’s time to sleep
And leave your research for another day
The world’s a mess, I know, we’ll fix that too
Tomorrow waits with people we can save
Our little family is tough as nails
We won’t fail, though Dad’s gone

We carry on and on
His lost and wayward sons

We’re brothers so we’ll make it through

Goodnight, my Sammy
See it’s not that bad
I know it hurts, but please keep holding on
Keep on looking at me
You’ll be okay, it’s plain to see
Come on, wake up
Without you there’s nothing for me

One year and I’ll be gone
But your life will go on and on…
’Til then, I’m here
That’s how it
will always
be

  

landofrunawayangels:

Lyrics:

Now that he’s here and he’s here to stay,
I’ve got an angel across my way. Hey, hey, hey.
His eyes are storm clouds, his soul is rain,
And somehow he’s always stayed the same. Hey, hey, hey.
I’ve never truly seen his face before.
He looks like a man, but he’s so much more. Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.

But tell me, did it hurt when I broke your Fall?
Did you ever even hear me call almost every night?
And you pretended to be alright.

Tell me, why you’re burning like a shooting star,
Why your soul’s covered in scars,
And did our last swan dive together end in concrete for you?

Now that the world’s fin’lly pieced together,
Just stay down here and enjoy the weather. Hey, hey, hey (mmm).
We’re so goddamn tired and the world’s not dead,
So please let me back into your head. Hey, hey, hey.

Now that he’s here and he’s here to stay,
I’m afraid that he might think of me as sealed old deal,
Sad man thrown in the trash that’s pulling him down and he can’t afford to crash,

But tell me, did I ever sweep you off your feet?
Did you ever see my soul so whole and think it beautiful
When you raised me like a fool?

And tell me, does Heaven call you home?
Do you ever feel so damn alone?
And did our last swan dive together end in concrete for you?

Can you imagine no sweet car, gone far, motels,
Your best friend always believing in you even when they think I’m wrong?
Can you imagine no next hunt, stupid wild stunts, demons’ apocalypses,
Our own room together with Sam teasing and all of me?

But tell me, did I ever sweep you off your feet?
Did you ever see my soul so whole and think it beautiful
When you raised me like a fool?

But tell me, did it hurt when I broke your Fall?
Did you ever even hear me call almost every night?
And you pretended to be alright?

Tell me, why you’re burning like a shooting star,
Why your soul’s covered in scars,
And did our last swan dive together end in concrete?

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Did you ever see my soul so whole and think it beautiful?
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Why do you burn like a shooting star, burn like a shooting star?
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
And yes, I’ll crash with you and pull you up again.