SPN FANDOM TRADITION: ALWAYS. REBLOG. ON. TUESDAY.
DO WANT THIS TRADITION TO STAY FOREVER IN THIS FANDOM
on april fools day we should all change our icons to this
The post that started it all
*tour guide voice* and directly ahead you can see the origins of what is now known as the Mishapocalypse
does anyone else think valentine looks like a hobo in the still from today?
the WHYs of supernatural actors are stars we cannot fathom into constellations
I’ve never understood the stereotype that women are more likely to faint at blood
I mean seriously
what do you think we do every month
yeah i mean when i turn into a werewolf at the full moon and go hunting for human hearts to eat i’m fine
it got better
Disney/Pixar: Meet the Monsters University characters:)
O MY GOD ITS GEORGE
One of my favorite part in Insurgent!
The back story:
Tris started a fight with Peter. She then was taken to get a peace serum and when leaving she asked the guards this…
“Can you tell me where to find Tobias?” I say. When I imagine his face, affection for him bubbles up inside me, and all I want to do is kiss him. “Four, I mean. He’s handsome, isn’t he? I don’t know why he likes me so much. I’m not very nice, am I?”
-Insurgent, Veronica Roth. Pg. 60 (hardcover)
“Four!” I call out. Why am I calling out a number? Oh yes. Because that’s his name. I call out again, “Four! Where are you?”
“Tris?” he says a voice from the trees on my right. It almost sounds like the tree is talking to me. I giggle, but of course it’s just Tobias, ducking under a branch.
I run toward him, and the ground lurches to the side, so I almost fall. His hands touch my waist, syeadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and I pull closer to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.
“What did they-” he starts, but I stop him with my lips. He kisses me back, but too quickly, so I sigh heavily.
“That was lame,” I say. “Okay, no it wasn’t but…”
I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him again, and he presses his finger to my lips to stop me.
“Tris,” he says. “What did they do to you? You’re acting like a lunatic.”
“That’s not very nice of you to say,” I say. “They put me in a good mood, that’s all. And now I really want to kiss you, so if you could just relax-“
“I’m not going to kiss you. I’m going to figure out what’s going on,” he says”
I pout my lower lip for a second, but then I grin as the pieces come together in my mind.
“That’s why you like me!” I exclaim. “Because you’re not very nice either! It makes so much more sense.”
-Insurgent, Veronica Roth. Pg. 61-62 (hardcover)