Idjits-in-Kansas

The life of supernatural, doctor who, and Sherlock

marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer:

make me choose: BTVS Season 2 or Season 5

requested by Anon

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(Source: brokentics)

“I wouldn’t trust Misha to fall over a table.” — Jeremy Carver on Misha doing stunts. x

(Source: deansiel, via kierensass)

Anonymous said: ficlet prompt: Dean and Cas taking a selfie

macabrecas:

"Dean, what is a selfie?” Castiel asked as he tilted his head and stared at the computer screen in confusion. He had seen the term everywhere, but he still had no idea what “selfie” meant. Dean would know, he knew much about the world. 

Dean slowly looked up from his magazine. “Um…what?”

"A selfie? What is that?" 

"It’s a picture of yourself, Cas." 

"How does one take a selfie?" Castiel frowned to himself; how could one take a photo of themselves? It would be rather difficult if you couldn’t see the photo until afterwards. 

"With a camera," Dean said slowly. "Here-come here." Dean pulled his cellphone from his pocket and gestured for Castiel to join him. 

"Why? Are you going to take one?" he asked, suddenly thrilled at the idea. 

"No, we are going to take one.” Dean set his magazine aside and made room for Castiel to sit on his lap. “C’mere.” 

Castiel smiled and set the laptop on the table before joining Dean on his lap. He watched in fascination as Dean turned the camera on, which immediately showed them what was in front of them, but then the hunter tapped a button and the camera was looking at them. Castiel gasped. He felt Dean chuckle. 

"Okay buddy. Smile." Dean held the phone out with his arm and rested his chin along Castiel’s shoulder, giving a small smile. 

Castiel smiled when he saw Dean smile, since the hunter hardly showed the gesture these days. Dean had a beautiful smile. The picture was taken and then Castiel took Dean’s phone so he could stare at the photo for a while. 

"You want me to send it to your phone?" Dean asked him. 

"Yes, I would like that Dean," Castiel whispered. 

"Alright." The hunter took his phone back and Castiel slowly stood up so Dean could have his space back. 

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas?" Dean glanced up from his phone. 

"You look lovely when you smile." The angel blushed and quickly returned to hide behind his laptop, but not before he saw Dean’s cheeks pink and a another shy smile slid across his face. 

psychos-inl0ve:

skellyssecret:

send-a-smile:

"The Rape Poem to End All Rape Poems."

One of the best pieces of group spoken word poetry I’ve ever seen. WATCH IT. 

oh my god chills everywhere.

Wow

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Hellatus Part 5: The Reckoning

megsghost:

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And then there’s the cast who is having there own descent into insanity…

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—» PART 1

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—» PART 3

—» PART 4

(as usual, none of this craziness is mine. I just compile it all for posterity)

Hellatus: The Madnes Continues…

megsghost:

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Levia!flan

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He finally put a ring on it…

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Gabriel was not subtle when telling Mary about Jesus

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—» PART 1

—» PART 2

—» PART 4

—» PART 5

quercusrubra:

More of baby Cas and his big brother, Gabriel.

quercusrubra:

More of baby Cas and his big brother, Gabriel.

afoxboy:

I’m so sorry, I made another song. Based of “I’ll Make A Man Out Of You” from Disney’s Mulan, Bobby tries to help Castiel and the boys become the hunters they were meant to be. Of course, they get a little carried away. All voices by me. Enjoy!

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CASTIEL: I think I’d like to become a hunter.
DEAN: Cas…you can’t just
become a hunter. It takes hard work, dedication, and conditioning. Plus a healthy level of badassness and courage. Like, can you even shoot a gun?
CASTIEL: I think I can handle it, Dean. After all, I have killed before. I’m an angel of the Lord. I can handle a gun if my angel blade won’t suffice.
SAM: I don’t know Cas, you really think you can handle being a hunter? It’s hard not only physically, but mentally too. You really can’t have attachments.
BOBBY: Ah shut up boys, you don’t know the dog’s nuts about being a real damn hunter.
DEAN: Oh really? And you do?
BOBBY: Listen up, idjits, I’ll make a hunter out of you.  

BOBBY:

Let’s get down to business
Grab the salt and guns
Did they send me pussies
When I asked for sons?
You’re the dumbest bunch
I ever met
But you can bet
Before we’re through
Idjits, I’ll make hunters
out of you

Now listen up.

First y’all do your research
On the witch, or djinn
Once you find what kills it
you are sure to win

You’re a spineless, pale
pathetic lot (Dean: Hey!)
And you haven’t got a clue
Somehow I’ll make hunters
out of you

DEAN:
Bobby you’re a real
Pain in the ass

SAM:
Say good-bye chicks and whiskey

CASTIEL:
I don’t understand
The voice says I’m all out!

DEAN:
Jeez, Cas, just forget the phone!

 CROWLEY:
This is really too amusing.

BOBBY:
Now I really wish that I
Had some more gin
(Be a Man)



DEAN:
We must be swift as

The coursing river
(Be a man)


CASTIEL:

With all the force
Of a great typhoon
(Be a man)


BOBBY:

What the hell are y’all
Singing about

SAM:
Mysterious as the

Dark side of the moon

CASTIEL:
Time is racing toward us

till Lucifer’s rise


BOBBY:

Then why don’t ya shut up
And you might survive

CROWLEY:
You’re unsuited for
Hell’s opening door
So pack up, go home
you’re through
How could he make hunters
out of you?

(Be a man)

SAM, DEAN, CASTIEL:
We must be swift as

the coursing river
(Be a man)
With all the force
of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
With all the strength
of a raging fire
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon

(Be a man)
We must be swift as
the Coursing river
(Be a man)
With all the force
of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
With all the strength
of a raging fire
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon 

Hah!

BOBBY: Well good luck out there boys, your sorry asses are gonna need it. 

(Source: cowboymafia)