Gods have no sense of time apparently.
Will Smith is totally the parent that loves to embarrass his children. I love it.
MOST IMPORTANTLY from A10 - DJ has asked all of us to send our prayers, best wishes and positive vibes to Genevieve’s sister who was in that terrible accident and is still very very poorly in hospital. he said it was not looking good for her and she needs all the positive energy we can give.
Jared and Jensen on the set.
Jensen in early stages of Castiel beating Dean and Jared preparing for sick!Sam. [x]
TEEN WOLF AU: In which Mama Stilinski
is still alive andgoes to have a talk with her son after the Sheriff walked in on him and Derek Hale having sex.
“She came in and she was like a shot of espresso. She’s like being bathed in sunlight. She’s incredibly energetic and enthusiastic. and she had this sense of play and fun which was incredibly exciting.”
That kid looks exactly like James McAvoy
THANK FUCK IT WAS NOT JUST ME
*cries* This was my first thought too.
Let’s play a game called “LESBIAN OR JAMES MCAVOY?”. It’s the best game because you win either way.
It doesn’t really matter what’s in your pants if I’m just going to sit on your face.
Lesbian? I can’t even tell if they’re both girl or both boys, or one of each gender and which is which…It’s a lovely photo though.
I’m confused, who else is confused?
So if Sam was the one who turned Crowley human, and the first one around when Crowley started feeling feelings and stuff, does that mean that Crowley’s now imprinted on Sam like a baby duck?
no. baby moose
quick someone draw crowley as a bby moose
HERE YOU GO!
Goddamn, the hiatus is getting to me. @_@
THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING TO COME OUT OF ANY HIATUS
Dylan as Stuart Twombly in The Internship. [new stills!] [x]
Supernatural, Season 9
is that a skeleton in the back why is there a skeleton i don’t like this
“Something happened,” He says, and a coffee shop really wasn’t an ideal setting to bleed amber eyes like that, but Stiles does it anyway; something solemn lining his mouth. “Something bad.”
It wasn’t like Derek hadn’t known. The coffee shop had reeked like something recently turned, bred with the tension of anxiety. Intermingled with Stiles; it was a dangerous concoction. It was more-so wistful thinking on his part that what was striking him in the face wasn’t actually true. A faux-pas. A fluke.
The message is clear, but Stiles was speaking anyway, eyes closed because he knows what they look like - could read it off Derek’s face.
“Stiles -” Derek starts, because it’s Stiles. But the boy shakes his head fiercely, his jaw a hard-line of pure clench.
“No. You don’t do that to them. Not because of me.”
And in his head, Derek could see it. The foolish child in red, touching trees as he makes his way along the path, and the wolf drenched in ink to bleed away into the night happening upon him. Just one quick punch of the teeth, and it’s done. Did Stiles scream? There’s another question dangling at the back of his head, but he knows the answer.
Despite his better effort, Stiles would go if they called. One Alpha calling is one thing. A whole pack of them is another. Derek’s own eyes react to the idea, face slack in a nonplussed expression, and he has to close them. So he doesn’t think, so he doesn’t look at Stiles; so he doesn’t give away his birth-nature to anyone moving around the cafe. The words fade into his mind as if they’ve been said to him aloud, white chicken scrawl on black. It’s an enticement, and a threat:
Kill them. Join us.
Or he’s ours.