"be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everyone you meet."


April 14th
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4:21 pm

crimical:

[] 1/7 things
→ Elements

(via suggahiccup)

March 31st
754 notes
8:32 am


holds my love in his hands and i’m still searching for something

holds my love in his hands and i’m still searching for something

(Source: samuletfeels, via lorastyrels)

March 18th
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4:22 pm

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March 10th
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3:21 pm

rougevelvet:

Supernatural Shake [x]

(via summcohen)

February 24th
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4:25 pm


this is a suicide mission for you, dean.

this is a suicide mission for you, dean.

(Source: novakstiels, via tardis-impala)

January 31st
315 notes
3:44 pm

January 31st
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3:38 pm

January 31st
4,986 notes
3:30 pm

garama:

It’s no use, brother.

garama:

It’s no use, brother.

(via bennylafitte)

so i watched the newest supernatural episode

and i get that henry winchester stuff (ok i cried for hours when he died but i’m playing the tough girl atm) and that angel feather thingy is also quite interesting but

i seriously can’t be the only one who started hysterically jumping up and down when they managed lucifer and for god’s sake

that abaddon bitch could’ve brought him back with that key right? right???

or am i understand smth wrong?

January 28th
6,396 notes
12:18 pm

The fireworks start to explode. Dean and Sam back away. Both of them laugh with joy before Sam goes out to dance under the sparks. Sam nods to Dean acknowledging the special moment. Dean nods back. - Dark Side of the Moon transcript

(Source: jennycockles, via dixonchesters)

January 27th
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4:12 pm

January 27th
3,284 notes
9:26 am


I know how dead you are inside. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror and hate what you see. I mean, you’re going to Hell and you won’t lift a finger to stop it. Talk about low self-esteem. Then again, I guess it’s not much of a life worth saving, now is it? I mean, after all, you’ve got nothing outside of Sam. You are nothing. You’re as mindless and obedient as an attack dog. What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car? That’s Dad’s. Your favorite leather jacket? Dad’s. Your music? Dad’s. Do you even have an original thought? No, all there is is, “Watch out for Sammy. Look out for your little brother, boy!” You can still hear your Dad’s voice in your head, can’t you?  Clear as a bell. All he ever did is train you, boss you around. But Sam… Sam he doted on. Sam, he loved. Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy’s blunt little instrument. Your own father didn’t care whether you lived or died. Why should you? 

I know how dead you are inside. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror and hate what you see. I mean, you’re going to Hell and you won’t lift a finger to stop it. Talk about low self-esteem. Then again, I guess it’s not much of a life worth saving, now is it? I mean, after all, you’ve got nothing outside of Sam. You are nothing. You’re as mindless and obedient as an attack dog. What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car? That’s Dad’s. Your favorite leather jacket? Dad’s. Your music? Dad’s. Do you even have an original thought? No, all there is is, “Watch out for Sammy. Look out for your little brother, boy!” You can still hear your Dad’s voice in your head, can’t you?  Clear as a bell. All he ever did is train you, boss you around. But Sam… Sam he doted on. Sam, he loved. Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy’s blunt little instrument. Your own father didn’t care whether you lived or died. Why should you? 

(Source: bennylafitte, via lorastyrels)

January 23rd
2,434 notes
8:18 am


4th of July, 1996.

4th of July, 1996.

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January 23rd
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8:16 am

(Source: jennycockles, via lorastyrels)

January 21st
180 notes
3:34 pm


Whatever you decide, decide. Both feet in or both feet out. Anything in between is what gets you dead.

Whatever you decide, decide. Both feet in or both feet out. Anything in between is what gets you dead.

(Source: bennylafitte, via veneredirimmel)

s.t.