I don’t think you understand how emotional this makes me:
HE CALLED HIM SAM, NOT MOOSE, NOT JOLLY GREEN, NOT GIRAFFE. JUST SAM. I’M GONNA CRY.
I don’t think you understand how emotional this makes me:
HE CALLED HIM SAM, NOT MOOSE, NOT JOLLY GREEN, NOT GIRAFFE. JUST SAM. I’M GONNA CRY.
Darling
He’s precious…
He’s so embarrassed by and sheepish about it

(by ikebana,)
#’cas get out of bed or i’ll push you out’ #’cas come shower with me you stink and i want to suck your dick’ #’cas come on it’s 11 fucking 30 in the morning’#’cas sam made french toast i’m going to eat yours if you don’t get your lazy ass out here’ #’cas goddammit it’s 1 in the goddamn afternoon you can’t stay there forever’ #’no i’m not bringing you lunch i’m not enabling you’ #’ok cas move over sam went on a supply run and it’s time for little cas to at least get some exercise today’ (via divachester)
#Cas thinks even if he had been born human and had to learn to suffer them all his life #he’d still find mornings terrible #they’re terrible because there’s that window between getting out of bed and breakfast #where Cas is forced to be conscious without coffee #they’re terrible because who in their right mind would elect to escape the perfect cocoon of warmth beneath their blankets #Cas tries to tell Dean this #in between grunts and other unworded protests from beneath the covers #he quickly finds that the bed’s warmth in and of itself is not much of a persuasive argument to Dean #to forgo the trials of waking up #he does find that his own body heat however #the naked planes of his chest and the hot curves of his thighs and the way his mouth opens lazily around Dean’s smile #is pretty much all the argument he’ll ever need to convince Dean that mornings will always be terrible to him #but to suffer them with Dean #well #they become not so bad #on mornings when Dean refuses to immediately indulge him though #Cas simply strides into the kitchen naked #he’s found that backup strategy has an 8 in 10 success rate of getting Dean back into bed #even quicker than Cas himself #otp: the greatest love story ever told (via dirtyovercoats)
The fact that at one point Mycroft was standing in an office printing numerous sexual pictures of Irene Adler never fails to amuse me.
AU: Donna Noble suspects that her memories have been stolen and seeks the help of famed Consulting Detective Joan Watson. Although Joan is unable to solve the mystery, she becomes fast friends with Donna and teaches her all she knows about detective work.
“I’m Donna Noble. I’m a former temp now working as a consultant for the NYPD. This is Joan Watson. She’s my best friend. Oi! Eyes on our faces, gentlemen.”
I know everything that’s gonna happen
my eyes just welled up with tears omg
that’s mark patting martin
look at martins face i