Obsessions

Currently, mostly Supernatural, Doctor Who, Sherlock...

To see the "Sass-tiel"/Sassy Castiel, search under #sass

My writing stuff can mostly be found if you search my posts under #muse

datfamilybusiness:

henryviiisensuite:

cryinG BECAUSE THIS NEW BURGER PLACE JUST OPENED 

(via twerksiel)

"What's this?"
kvotheunkvothe kvotheunkvothe Said:

stradivariholmes:

kvotheunkvothe:

kvotheunkvothe:

Random number generator says: 14. Flowers with your muses name on the tag
"Ah. That."

"I’m not a child," he snapped. "I don’t have to be coddled." He rubbed his eyes. "I’m sorry," he continued, unprompted, "I shouldn’t have… This is my problem, and I shouldn’t take it out on you."

"No, you shouldn’t," she said neutrally. She considered him with an impressive fusion of concern and clinical curiosity.
"And it’s my problem too," she continued. "You have to make the deal, but I’ll get my ass handed to me too if the deal falls through."

"I can handle it," he said, gathering his broken composure piece by piece and gluing it back together, hoping it would hold water.

dex5m:

Oh, you two stop. [X]

(via cumber-bitches)

quackenbuschlight:

"how can you drink hot coffee in the middle of summer?"

fire cannot kill a dragon

(via erosen13)

shounentastic:

afternoonsnoozebutton:

spettrale-nessuno:

SHE PAINTED A CAR PINK AND PEOPLE ARE GETTING MAD ABOUT IT OMG IF SHE HAS THE MONEY JUST LET HER SPEND IT ON CUTE FRIVOLOUS THINGS, LOOK HOW SLAMMIN’ HER CAR LOOKS BTW LIKE DANG WHAT IS THE PROBLEM, SHE IS NOT HARMING U IN ANYWAY I DON’T UNDERSTAND

A) That car is hot as shit and I love it

B) Are we really going to pretend that a matte pink paint job is the worst custom that somebody’s done on a Lambo?

^Yes, that is Chris Brown

HOW DAR WOMAN DO THING FOR SELF

THING NOT FOR MAN

NOT EVEN MAN-APPROVED

HOW DAR

EVERYTHING RUINED NOW!!!!!!!!

(via technicolor-in-your-eyes)

yurstrulyceleste:

on a scale of one to invade russia in the winter

how bad is your idea

(via stradivariholmes)


Castiel - Heaven Can't Wait (9 x 06)
Castiel - Heaven Can't Wait (9 x 06)

(via notevenhalfwaydecent)

Evil and good are always at war inside you, Zuko. It is your nature, your legacy. 

(via supernatural-who-lock)

karlosmadera:

I’m still torn on whether this is the greatest thing I’ve ever done or the stupidest. 

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(via hypnictwitch)

carry-on-my-wayward-ass-kicker:

the—fandom—has—claimed—me:

merlinsbearditsthedoctor:

basedgosh:

HELLO BOYS YOU ARE ALLOWED TO BE SAD IF THE GIRL YOU LIKE DOESNT LIKE YOU BACK
YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CALL HER A WHORE/SLUT/PRUDE BITCH ETC AND THINK YOURE ENTITLED TO HER NETHER REGIONS

I started to read that in Crowley’s voice but as I got further on it slowly turned into Thor.

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(via the-winbreasters)

huggs5:

afallenmorningstar:

afallenmorningstar:

you know what would be the coolest though

a tattoo 

of ‘it’s funnier in enochian’

in gallifreyan 

you weren’t supposed to like this post

yes we were

(via worthy-fallen-angel)

.:‡:.
kvotheunkvothe kvotheunkvothe Said:

stradivariholmes:

kvotheunkvothe:

stradivariholmes:

kvotheunkvothe:

stradivariholmes:

kvotheunkvothe:

stradivariholmes:

scenario 15: taking shelter in a mountain cabin during an unexpected storm
sentence 23: go ahead and laugh

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The door burst open in an explosive swirl of cold air and snowflakes. The storm outside disgorged two figures over the threshold and one of them leaped up to slam the door shut, battling the wind slightly as it pressed against the wood.
Finally the door clattered shut and the abused lock clicked home. Miriam flattened herself against the door, immediate crisis averted, and tilted her head back.
"Go ahead and laugh," she challenged through chattering teeth. "Go on. Cosmic comeuppance is great comedic material. I swore up and down that the weather would behave itself and stay clement, and yet here we are. Just don’t hurt yourself laughing too hard."

The beast staggered after them, and Miriam fumbled for a second flare she didn’t have when the wheels of the truck* hit the highway and the beast fetched up against some invisible barrier that pitched it backwards onto its rear. 
Miriam’s fingers scrabbled through the air, aching, and she fumbled a brittle glass bottle from some space and hurled it back at the creature, slithering back in through the truck window as a burst of green light and a similarly-colored cloud boiled up and then disappeared with a “snick” that was rapidly lost in the sound of the truck’s tires on the slick, snowy asphalt.

"Where is it?" Carson asked, frantically looking back over his shoulder. "Fuck, where’d it go?"

"It’s back there, back on the road, it didn’t follow us, WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING," said Miriam, rolling the window back up. 

Fuck,” he said, barely managing to keep the vehicle from rolling off the road. “Cathy, get your foot off the gas!”
"Drive faster!" she whimpered.
"Look, look, it’s okay, she said it’s not following, right? Fuck. What the fuck was that?”

"Your guess is as good as mine," said Miriam, resuming her balled-up position and shivering again. "That’s why I marked it. So that someone else can come and make an educated guess. It’s about twelve different types of really weird, and I don’t know any of it."

"It was winter with teeth," Cathy said in a shaky voice, still sniffling a little. This whole ordeal had been almost too much for her, caught between life and death and freezing and burning, she just wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and have a good sob just to let it all out.
Carson made a sympathetic sound, finally releasing his death-grip on the steering wheel to put an arm around her while she cried. The road was getting clearer, the highway finally visible up ahead. “It’ll be all right,” he said, not very confident of that at all.

"It will be," Miriam said, countering his tone. "I’ll see it solved. In the meantime, we’re in a warm truck driving away from the devil towards dry towels and things. It’ll be all right."

[end?]