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prohevespookydevium:

People on the ceiling. Great sign.

11 hours ago on October 21st | J | 12 notes

doomedbrothers:

Never have I ever wanted to reach through the TV and hug a fictional character more than I want to hug Sam right now.

11 hours ago on October 21st | J | 46 notes

lalivingmuerte:

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i think this could be useful for the people who is not totally sure about spend their money in this movie, it has their good and bad points, but generally is a great movie, so please, let’s show them that “An Hispanic story” can be as good as any other one, or even better!. 

13 hours ago on October 21st | J | 49,427 notes

destielgasms:

Alaina Huffman / 9 favorite pictures 

16 hours ago on October 21st | J | 1,579 notes
brightfallenstars:

Castiel, sort of from my original story. Started out as vent art. Sketched with my dominant hand before I got injured, inked and colored with my non-dominant hand. :)Goes with this song.

brightfallenstars:

Castiel, sort of from my original story. Started out as vent art. Sketched with my dominant hand before I got injured, inked and colored with my non-dominant hand. :)
Goes with this song.

19 hours ago on October 21st | J | 7,764 notes

New drinking game for the Constantine Facebook promos:

Someone mentions Keanu Reeves - 1 sip

Someone bashes Keanu Reeves - 1 sip

Someone bashes the people bashing Keanu Reeves - 1 drink

"The movie was crap!" - 1 drink

Incoherent defense of the movie - chug the bottle

Castiel is invoked - 1 drink

Constantine accused of ‘copying’ Castiel’s costume - chug the bottle

21 hours ago on October 21st | J | 3 notes

thatofficial70show:

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

23 hours ago on October 21st | J | 7,832 notes

John Constantine crouched like a predator on the coffee table, a near-spent cigarette in his lips. The regular thread of smoke hazed the negative space while he watched both Castiel and Jack Harkness in turn. Detroit filled the massive windows behind them with snow, lending a wan blue light to the dark space.

Castiel leaned forward, interrupting Constantine’s meditations. He didn’t reach out for the cigarette; time and experience warned him better. He smoothed his palm along Constantine’s thigh instead, where it nested around his own knee. The low couch put Castiel’s face on level with the magician’s.

The smoking continued; ashy exhales washed across Castiel’s cheeks. He tried not to grit his teeth.

Suddenly, Constantine’s eyes locked on his. Castiel felt the edge of power, dark magic brushing over an angel’s Grace with a hum like two naked powerlines. The cigarette butt sketched a glowing smirk.

"Don’t try so hard, Feathers," Constantine purred, plucked Castiel’s hand and pushed his cheek right into the cupped palm. His eyes closed. "You play a pretty, pretty long game, but I’m not in the mood.”

John,” Castiel growled.

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1 day ago on October 21st | J | 4 notes

combeferret:

michael morpurgo, writer of war horse, and joey the horse visit the tower of london

1 day ago on October 20th | J | 156 notes

Oh, good show Giles. At least you didn’t get knocked out for a change.

1 day ago on October 20th | J | 12,645 notes