out-in-the-open:

Best Winchester Brotherly Bonding Scenes

Nothing better than Dean calling Sam “Sammy”. Sam may have found it to be an annoying nickname growing up but I think after everything they’ve been through the years, it’s almost a welcome relief for Sam to hear Dean calling him that. Because it’s one of the ways Dean shows his love for Sam. The person he bought up and looked after his whole life, his whole world.  

out-in-the-open:

Best Winchester Brotherly Bonding Scenes

Nothing better than Dean calling Sam “Sammy”. Sam may have found it to be an annoying nickname growing up but I think after everything they’ve been through the years, it’s almost a welcome relief for Sam to hear Dean calling him that. Because it’s one of the ways Dean shows his love for Sam. The person he bought up and looked after his whole life, his whole world.  


My goal was for acting to become my main income. I would say to myself, ‘I’m good enough.’ That became my mantra.

My goal was for acting to become my main income. I would say to myself, ‘I’m good enough.’ That became my mantra.

Yeah, I guess we’re all looking for [comfort].
Except those who got it.


sam’s reaction when dean tells him to shut up

sam’s reaction when dean tells him to shut up

eclair-butts:

I just noticed that this dumbass sits in the anime protagonist seat

eclair-butts:

I just noticed that this dumbass sits in the anime protagonist seat

You actually keeping it together better than I thought. Kind of the way someone pinned under a bus keeps it together. And yet, you know what really sucks? It doesn’t matter. Because I won. Your madness won. I mean, look at you. It’s hard to believe you were the guy that saved the world once.

"These dorks are stupidly in love. It’s disgusting. I love it."
- Me about my otp (via wolfsban)

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Bang Yongguk + skin

westernkanye:

my voice is girly when I talk to strangers but when I’m with friends I turn into morgan freeman

buttsexandwaffles:

   The assignment was: pick one word to summarize your life.
   At first, Sam wrote: stitches, shotguns, diners, motel, screaming, yelling, dad. Then, he crumpled it up and threw it away because he knew better. Those were the kind of things that got social services asking inconvenient questions. Instead, he hovered his pen and started again: starlight, Impala, Zeppelin, cologne, motel, warm, safe, Dean. He paused then, and stared blankly at his neat-lined printing. Dean. Dean and Dean and Dean again.
   It had been easier when he was younger but, things change and so did he. Feelings crept in between the lines, blurred the memories and the meaning and left new sentiments like want and need, a desperate, empty ache. Vague for all the implication, but Sam wished Dean would do things to him, say things to him, treat him like something and someone else. He wanted to fall into his life, press against his mouth, suck the thesaurus of their lives from his tongue. A hundred thousand words and it was the only one of them that mattered, the only one worth every letter.
   So, Sam handed it in knowing they’d be on the road by midday next, knew he’d never have to explain. But that wasn’t the point, he thought. The point was the somewhere in the Midwest, in some regrettable, forgettable school, there was a sheet of paper titled ‘My Life’ by Sam Winchester.
   And all it said in unapologetic Times New Roman was: DEAN.