holdmesam:

“Oh hey Jared Padalecki! Your cousin was my math teacher!”

[x]

wallmakerrelict:

“Something made this,” says Dean as they descend, “This was made by something.” Even in the pitch dark, he can feel that the stairs beneath his feet are too level and too regular to be natural slabs of rock. And that’s before he reaches out to steady himself against the wall and finds a railing waiting for him there.

Castiel just keeps walking, step by step, his sword drawn and ready. “Likely,” he quietly agrees.

“And what happens when we run into whatever lives here?” Dean whispers.

This time Castiel pauses and looks over his shoulder at Dean. “Do you wish to return to the woods?” he asks.

Dean shudders, remembering. “No,” is all he says.

They keep walking.

Dean can tell when they are almost at the bottom by the way the sound of their footsteps echoes more dully against the approaching floor. He almost mentions it to Cas, but then they are both stopped in their tracks by a sudden bloom of light from up ahead.

Dean grabs out blindly, trying to find Castiel’s shoulder even as he covers his eyes against the painful brightness, his instincts telling him to run back the way they they’ve come. But Castiel is already stepping forward. His eyes are wide open, his pupils drawn so tight that his irises appear as solid circles of blue. As he walks into the light, his sword rotates behind his arm and disappears.

Because Dean doesn’t have much of an alternative, he warily follows Castiel.

Around the corner, the source of the light is revealed. With his eyes still accustomed to the dark, Dean can barely look at it directly, but he can make out a sort of human shape. It is naked, and every inch of taut flesh stretched over skinny limbs glows from within in the same color as Castiel’s eyes. Only the head and face are obscured by a mountain of tangled red hair. On the cave wall behind it, the illuminated rocks jut in the shape of outstretched wings. It sits cross-legged, its hands on its knees, its head bowed, waiting.

Purgatory warps all who enter it. Those that have spent any length of time here are stripped down to their basest forms or transfigured almost beyond recognition. Dean has gotten so that he can tell what some things used to be - a vampire, a shtriga, an okami - twisted though they might be. But he has never seen anything like what now sits before him.

“Cas?” he whispers, questioning.

Castiel just stands and stares.

Slowly, almost glacially, the figure stands. The wing-shapes that Dean had thought were part of the wall move with it, scraping heavily as they drag on the ground. And now he can see that even its skin is broken into shining facets, and its joints slide like stony hinges. Its hair is the only part of it that looks soft, that looks like it might once have been something like a human.

And then it looks up, its hair parts, and Dean sees its face.

Dean is expecting a monster. He is not prepared for the grace and beauty hidden beneath those fiery curls. Though his eyes have long since adjusted to the light, Dean can’t help but look away.

Purgatory turns most of it visitors into monsters. It has turned this one into a goddess.

And on second glance, there is something in its face that is unsettlingly familiar.

It gazes at the two of them and, slowly, like a cliff face shifting, it smiles.

“Hello, little brother,” says Anna, “Hey, Dean.”

knightloras:

Andrew Garfield’s face during the Godspell performance.

#honey are you okay

#a man is regretting giving the power of life and death to a vengeful 11-year old #a man should have expected this to go badly

#A MAN DID NOT MAKE THE BEST LIFE CHOICE

#A MAN LOOKS AT HIS LIFE, A MAN LOOKS AT HIS CHOICES

AU → In which Wade Wilson is just a guy (with some serious skills, a can-do attitude and a screw (or two) loose) and Clint is the guy sent to recruit him. Hilarity ensues and Clint develops a thing for enchiladas.

fuckyeahjackles:

@danneelharris - Thanks guys! It has been a great one so far!!! (in response to the ‘Happy Anniversary’ tweets. She and Jensen are on a plane to NYC for the CW upfronts) 

In response to a tweet asking what Jensen was listening to - @danneelharris - just breathe- pearl jam, followed by Bruce Springsteen’s Nebraska

easylioness:

I’ll add to this as I find more :)

jaredpadackles:

Which Avenger Are You?

emrysandpendragon:

sambeamsunchester:

xlokis-pryncessx:

jillypooh:

hiddlesfiddleswithmyskittles:

You are most like Iron Man. You don’t crack easily under pressure, and rather enjoy the spotlight. You’d rather do your own thing than listen to others, and you’re always ready with a witty remark. You’ve been called vain and unpredictable. But hen it comes down to it, you try to do the right thing… Because even though you may come across otherwise, you really do care.

and thus we have confirmed my suspicions. 

You are most like Captain America. You have a strong “good guy” ethic, and hate injustice of any kind. Understanding what it’s like to be pushed around helps you fight for the little guy. You are not one to give up too easily, and often get yourself into tricky situations just to prove your worth. Your high ideals and old fashioned manners set you apart from most of your peers.

You are most like Captain America. You have a strong “good guy” ethic, and hate injustice of any kind. Understanding what it’s like to be pushed around helps you fight for the little guy. You are not one to give up too easily, and often get yourself into tricky situations just to prove your worth. Your high ideals and old fashioned manners set you apart from most of your peers.

Yep. This makes sense. I AM CAPTAIN FREEDOMPANTS Lovely.

You are most like Black Widow. You are disciplined and dedicated, and have yet to face a challenge too big for your confidence. Being well rounded and active has helped you on the road to success. But despite your many activities and acquaintances, you are an independent creature, preferring to fly alone. You often push others away and trust only a very select few.

You are most like the Hulk. On the outside, you are a reserved, soft spoken person who is a bit withdrawn and prefers solitary to socialization. But underneath you harbor some angry feelings that are prone to explode at any moment. Though struggling with self-control and self-confidence, you have a sharp mind and strong moral compass that usually leads you to doing the right thing.

You are most like Black Widow. You are disciplined and dedicated, and have yet to face a challenge too big for your confidence. Being well rounded and active has helped you on the road to success. But despite your many activities and acquaintances, you are an independent creature, preferring to fly alone. You often push others away and trust only a very select few.

You are most like Hawkeye. You are independent and “street-smart”. You prefer to stay out of the spotlight and look at the big picture of things. Though you tend to follow others and are very trusting, you are also not intimidated by those who might be stronger or smarter. You are precise and methodical, and once you have something in your sites, there isn’t a thing that will stop you from hitting your mark.