wsswatson:

skygosh:

wsswatson:

i feel like i’d enjoy being an assassin if it didn’t involve killing people

what if instead of killing people you got hired to just ruin their day.  like the mafia or someone paid you to park behind someone’s car so they can’t back out of a spot when they’re in a rush in the morning and you make them late for work.

i would enjoy that immensely

there is a long list of people that i would gladly do that to without payment

consulting-cannibal:

inktober day 22 is shamelessly based on last night’s episode because cas baby you should have stayed a little longer hon……….just in case

ppyajunebug:

fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

~

The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

~

The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

They were worried they would have to be kind.

They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

This appeared on my dash and I smiled. I’m glad it’s still going around, and that people are still affected by it! Definitely the most popular thing I’ve ever written…

The Timing Might be Right

thebloggerbloggerfun:

Dear Chuck I loved this episode. I’m going to leave the really big meta writing to those a lot better at it than me, but I can’t help but touch on one little parallel that got me really excited.

So firstly, we have Cas gently letting Hannah know that he’s aware of the feelings that she might be growing towards him and he tells her that they—that he— can’t afford for those feelings to get in the way. He has a mission that he can’t divert from for any reason. He has to get to Dean. 

In other words, he tells her that now is not the time.

Any other time and Cas might have been able to handle the situation, but he’s weak, he’s focused, and the timing for Hannah to develop these feelings is inconvenient. 

“This road we’re on. It’s dangerous. We can’t afford to lose our way… no detours of any kind… I’ve been around humans for long enough to see how easily distractions occur.”

“Distractions.”

Emotions. Feelings. They’re dangerous temptations.”

What we have here is a discussion between Hannah and Cas discussing timing in direct relation to emotions and feelings. 

Where else in the episode does Cas discuss timing with someone?

Ah yes. At the end with Dean.

It’s almost as an afterthought, just as he’s about to leave the room.

“Hey, maybe you should take some time before you get back to work— allow yourself to heal. It’s uh— I don’t know. The timing might be right.”

*Cue intense look of consideration from Dean*

Because of the previous conversation about timing and how it was correlated with the emotions and feelings, I immediately connected the two talks together. 

Two discussions. 

The first stating the feelings and implying the timing. 

The second stating the timing and implying the feelings. 

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard people talk about failed relationships saying, “The timing just wasn’t right.”

Or successful ones, “It was just perfect timing.”

I don’t know if Cas used a common relationship phrase on purpose, but the writers sure did. 

And maybe the timing is finally right for the feelings between Dean and Castiel. 

Maybe soon.

reshopheda:

I was looking for fonts recently and fell in love with many, so I figured I’d compile all my favorites. Some of them require a tweet or Facebook post to download. All credit goes to their respective makers. 

SIMPLIFICA | OTAMA | CORADIUM | BARON NEUE | BROWNIE | LOT | CHOPLIN | SEQUI | KOMODA | CUTEPUNK | FARRAY | HIPSTELVETICA | HIGH TIDE | ANDERS | ORANIENBAUM | LANDSCAPE | ONTWERP | SALOME

snerkflerks:

sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.

androbeaurepaire:

-What the hell ?! Don’t tell me that after all the crap we went through, she’s gonna end up MARRYING that Humper-dick ?
-Dean, stop spoiling ! And keep reading !
-Seriously, that’s such bullshit, Westley can’t be dead, who the hell ends up a story like th…
-Dean !!

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Dean x The Princess Bride is now a canon ship, and I can die happy.

deeackles:

impala!danneel

secretlymisha:

kurosaki224:

secretlymisha:

WOW ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME REIHT NOW CAS tALKINg ABOUT LOVE AND THEY CUT TO DEAN 

LET ME TELL YOU GUYS A THING. I AM A FILM PRODUCTION STUDENT, AND OUR TOPIC LAST WEEK WAS EDITING. THERE IS SOMETHING CALLED ASSOCIATIVE EDITING. THIS LITTLE GEM IS WHEN SPECIFIC SHOTS ARE CUT TOGETHER TO CREATE AN ASSOCIATION IN THE VIEWER’S MIND, LIKE FOR EXAMPLE SHOTS OF A WENDY’S FROSTY AND A HAPPY HUMAN FACE. IT MAKES VIEWERS THINK FROSTY=HAPPINESS. FROM A FILMMAKING STANDPOINT, CUTTING DIRECTLY FROM CAS TALKING ABOUT HIS LOVE AND HOPE TO DEAN’S FACE IS LITERALLY CREATING AN ASSOCIATION IN THE VIEWER’S MIND BETWEEN CAS’S HAPPINESS AND DEAN. THEY ARE LITERALLY TELLING THE AUDIENCE CAS’S LOVE AND HOPE=DEAN. AJ OUT

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Dean is this kind of machismo guy’s guy, puts up this big of wall of I’m not scared of anything… and now he’s just a little scared princess.

Jensen Ackles on Yellow Fever, Supernatural Special

You heard it direct from the source: Jensen Ackles, Actual Princess. 

(via destielhiseyesopened)

gabrielnovakgoestomyschool:

I’ll, uh… I’ll just let you leave the context to your imagination.

aiulbones:

Season 3 didn’t go so well, Sam.  Just saying.

The past month has been bleh, but hopefully I’ll be drawing more quality comics like this one in the near future.

defilerwyrm:

deangirl:

So the behind the scenes ‘documentary’ was pretty awesome. How much input did you and Jared have into creating your ‘characters’ for it?

Jensen: ”You mean other than Misha says, ‘you’re going to be a tofu eating yoga master’, and I’m like ‘Oh, okay sure’?
I wish we’d had more time, we shot it really quickly.
Also it gives Misha something to do, he can come in and shoot a scene and then go off and make a documentary. And Jared got to exaggerate his character a little.”

Jensen about the Mockumentary, Supernatural: A Fan’s Perspective, Meet & Greet, NJcon 2014, [x]

“Misha says, ‘you’re going to be a tofu eating yoga master’, and I’m like ‘Oh, okay sure’”

if this isn’t clear enough

Misha goes “hey I wrote a satirical role for you that portrays you as basically the polar opposite of American macho heterodudebro masculinity” and Jensen goes ” o h ,  o k a y  s u r e “

next time I see some queerphobic fuckwit talk shit about how Jensen ~would never play a non-straight role~ I am going to print out this post and literally rub it all over their stupid face like a pie