GUYS ITS 2:AM AND I FORGOT WHAT OATMEAL MEANT AND I THOUGHT IT WAS AN EMOTION AND I SAID OUTLOUD “IM FEELING VERY OATMEAL” BUT IT DIDN’T MAKE SENSE, SO I LOOKED UP OATMEAL, BUT I SPENT 20 MINUETS CONTEMPLATING IF IT ACTUALLY WAS AN EMOTION AND IF GOOGLE WAS LYING
this text post is so oatmeal
i hate you
Ty Olsson, Jus in Bello convention Rome, 2013
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just wondering
what if misha collins had got a blog on tumblr
and he follows you
and you’ll never know
And he would see this post and laugh to himself… and click the reblog button… and write something ridiculous about how amazing that would be.
I laugh at this but what if it’s actually true
There is a scary good probability it might be true
exactly.
well this is more emotional than expected
(via ipoog)
This album is amazing, this song included
YO I’M JIGGIN’ TO THIS SONG WOW LOVE U ANAMANAGUCCI
(via radstunts)
dean: hey sammy i gotta talk to you about something
sam: k
dean: so…so it’s like this all right
dean: you know how i love pie the best
sam: *sigh* yes i know how you love pie the best
dean: yeah, i always did. since i can remember.
dean: and if anybody ever even asked me to…
![valiantparadox:
“He’s adorable, Gabriel”
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when youre feeling sad just click this link
What
just click it and then move on kid
No. What was that. What was that i don’t even.
just
I-i-i
What?
shhh. just click it and move on
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Every time I see this face, I just can’t help but think what Cas must be seeing here. He says he can see the demon’s true face, can see inside someone. We’ve all accepted that he can see Dean’s soul when he looks at him.So in this moment he is seeing Dean’s soul. And it must be just so amazing, brighter and more intense than any other soul he has seen.
His face, just look at it, this mix of awe and confusion and just a little bit of fear. I feel like some small part of his grace remembers the soul, remembers the heat of it when he held it close all those years ago. And even without that small part of him nagging that he knows this soul, that this soul is important, the shear beauty of it before him must be so remarkable. It’s broken and tattered and fraying at the edges, but it pulses like a rushing river, illuminates everything it touches with it’s searing light. It’s broken and beautiful and so much more than anything ‘Emmanuel’ has ever seen. A part of him is awed, a part of him confused, and I think a piece of him a bit afraid. Afraid of all that power sealed tight in the body of an ordinary man, whose face causes just the tiniest twinge of remembrance in him.
This is the most beautiful thing I have ever read. Thank you.
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i love a man with a massive, strong, impressive, throbbing vocabulary
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