28-07-12

jamsenfreckles:

listen if you don’t think dean’s arms were made for rocking babies to sleep and holding them safe to his chest

and his hands for holding their little tiny ones and cradling their heads

and his mouth for singing lullabies and kissing away boo-boos

then i don’t want to talk to you tbh

carry-on-my-wayward-fangirls:

screw-destiny-in-the-face:

YES PERFECT OMG

- by GeeWayIero

Wow not like I’m crying now or anything.

#SEE THIS#THIS IS THE MOMENT I ASKED JULIE ABOUT AT VANCON #I WAS BASICALLY LIKE #’COULD YOU SEE THE BIG FAT CRUSH THEY HAD ON EACH OTHER?’ #AND SHE SAID THEY WERE LIKE CHILDREN #CONSTANTLY HITTING AND KICKING EACH OTHER #AND THAT THE NEXT TIME SHE CAME TO TOWN #GEN CALLED HER UP TO GET DRINKS AND WAS LIKE #’JULIE THERE’S THIS GUY…’ #AND THAT GUY WAS JARED #VOMITING RAINBOWS #DON’T MIND ME#THIS RIGHT HERE #THIS PLAYFUL FLIRTING #MADE A BABY #JUST TO REMIND YA’LL

#SEE THIS#THIS IS THE MOMENT I ASKED JULIE ABOUT AT VANCON #I WAS BASICALLY LIKE #’COULD YOU SEE THE BIG FAT CRUSH THEY HAD ON EACH OTHER?’ #AND SHE SAID THEY WERE LIKE CHILDREN #CONSTANTLY HITTING AND KICKING EACH OTHER #AND THAT THE NEXT TIME SHE CAME TO TOWN #GEN CALLED HER UP TO GET DRINKS AND WAS LIKE #’JULIE THERE’S THIS GUY…’ #AND THAT GUY WAS JARED #VOMITING RAINBOWS #DON’T MIND ME#THIS RIGHT HERE #THIS PLAYFUL FLIRTING #MADE A BABY #JUST TO REMIND YA’LL

A documentary of my thoughts during the Teen Wolf trailer…

istherenothingyouwouldnotdo:

Let me explain you a thing.

When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.

I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.

The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:

“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:

“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.

“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.