You guys, if Destiel really does happen, Misha is in serious trouble.
I mean, remember the con story about Jensen cracking him up with seductive looks at every available opportunity? He’ll never survive that first critical scene. He’ll suffocate on his own laughter.
If it goes canon, the gag reel for that season will be the most fucking beautiful thing.
I stand by my statement that they’ll have to lock Jared in his trailer
^Good idea; otherwise Jared would be too jealous and keep sabotaging the scene.
Deadpool v3 #10
Deadpool ships it. Yeah.
One time I spent an entire 3 mile jog planning a destiel wedding in my head
(Source: the-doctor-to-my-tardis, via penandpage)
TDKR is a story about two bros who are looking for a rare species of bootilicious bootie named Robin John Blake. They’ve made it their goal to hold a whole city hostage in order to capture this elusive creature in attempts to get laid. Once they capture the rare Robin John Blake, they make it their duty to please that bootie.
The dark knight “rises” *wink wink*
John, this is what happens when you have one drunken night with your buddies, and start to randomly twerk everywhere. You can’t misuse the power of the twerk. That shit gets a city held hostage.
I think this pic is rather accurate.
John’s twerk is like the friggin’ bat signal man…Except it’s the Bane signal. As soon as he shakes his booty, Bane’s head perks up XD
(Source: notes-from-arthur-and-eames, via princess-joseph)
Arthur and Eames: Underage Arthur rec list (requested by idiotdarebear) -
Bear Bane and Cat Black by axxxxi
will one of you lovely people please write me a crack fic about bear!Bane and kitty!Blake? Or one about Blake stuck in a tree after he tried to rescue a kitten?
Oh lord. We missed it the first time this went around. And we would just like to say aksdhofiasknd YESYESYES
ALL the yes! Please someone write it. Dean/Impala
Dean walked outside, loosening his tie as he and Sam went out to their car, on their way to the cemetery to burn the bones— it was a simple enough case. “Sam. Sam, where the hell.. where the hell is my car?!” Dean looked around anxiously, eyes falling on a younger man sitting on the curb where his car used to be.
He stormed over to the young man and pulled him up by his shirt, glaring with intense eyes. “Where the hell is my car?!” Dean growled.
“It’s kinda sweet to see how much you actually care in person,” the other man replied coolly, voice like a low, deep purr.
Dean was taken aback for a moment, trying to process what he’d just said. He released his shirt and stared. “Excuse me? Who are you?” he asked, shooting a look over to Sam. His brother only shrugged, looking equally as confused.
The man adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair. “I… hm.” There was a pause before he shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve always just called me baby.”
Baby. Who the hell did he.. “Oh no fucking way,” Dean breathed out after finally putting the pieces together. “No way in hell.” He took a step back, rubbing his eyes to make sure that this wasn’t just a goddamn dream.
Sam was gaping slightly and caught the guy’s eye. “You’re… the Impala,” he said, not so much a question as it was a statement. “How does that happen?”
“Someone named Gabriel. One second I was a car, the next..” He gestured to his body, and stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “He said that you guys would have fun with this. Me. Or something like that.” A grin, almost a smirk, played at his lips as he eyes the two brothers.
Dean was speechless, and that never happened. After one more moment of looking at the man, he turned to face Sam. “Alright. Okay, just… go take care of the bones. I’ll stay here and babysit..” What the hell would he call him? “So do you have a name?”
The younger man shrugged. “You’ve only ever called me ‘baby’.” He was humming a song, like he couldn’t quite get it out of his head. This whole “being a human” thing wasn’t too bad at all. And seeing Sam and Dean for the first time… it was nothing short of amazing.
“Dude, are you humming Led Zeppelin?” he asked, unable to keep back a grin. The guy nodded, watching Sam walk off and tilting his head to the side slightly. God, that Winchester kid has a nice—
“Hey. Eyes up here,” Dean interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of the younger man. “Listen, until we figure this all out, you’re staying here with us. So come on baby, looks like we’re walking to the motel room.”
The other man nodded and followed behind Dean as they walked down the sidewalk. “Sounds good to me,” he responded, grinning devilishly, now humming a Metallica song.
Dean was so glad that no one else could see him blush.
sorry i’m not sorry
(Source: uncle-rudy, via princess-joseph)