Headcanon: Fleur was the only one of Molly’s daughters (because all her daughters-in-law became her daughters) who carried on the tradition of Weasley Jumpers. Hermione liked to use what little free time she had reading or spending time with her family, Ginny…
This oppressive cyberpunk dystopia is nothing like the oppressive cyberpunk dystopian future I was promised.
“Shit Cas does when not with the Winchesters”
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I thought this was really from the show
And then he wades fully clothed into the ocean and stands up to his waist in the water, suit sopping wet. Angels need days off too!
holy fuck cas stop
Cosplaying: you’re doing it right.
THIS IS LITERALLY THE CUTEST THING EVER AND IT GETS AN AUTOMATIC REBLOG EVERY TIME
THIS IS A COSPLAY I THOUGHT IT WAS MISHA WHAT
He described himself as a “Professional Muse,” which caused me to laugh a bit. But he wasn’t smiling: “I give people guidance,” he said, “I’m going now to meet my first client of the new year.”
I didn’t want to ask more questions, because some things are better left a mystery.
Can this man please be a character.
There was no contract, no one ever hired him, no fees were ever discussed. He simply arrived when needed and left when he wished.
The bag was empty.
Yet when he sauntered in (never knocking, never needing anyone to unlock the door and always knowing exactly how to navigate the house he’d just entered), setting his fedora on the coat-rack that was there regardless of whether there had been one before his entrance or not and straightening his fur lined coat with a flourish of his gloved hands THEY were suddenly there.
The words, the notes, the design, whatever it was his new client needed, like a glorious flood, and all they had to do was be fast enough to catch them as they crashed about their minds.
And it was then, and only then, as his client would rush around in euphoria, CREATING.
Only then did he smile.
It was soft and easily reached his eyes as he sat sipping the tea that had not been there a moment before, watching as they worked, chuckling lightly as they frantically scrabbled to find their favorite pen or the charger or paint brush.
Then - after minutes, or hours, or days, and whether his new client was finished or not - he would quietly stand.
Cross the room to his bag.
And snap it shut.
With one final nod he would place his hat back on his head (the coat-rack vanishing if it had not been there to begin with) and calmly saunter out just the way he had come.
The next gen kids + social media part 1
This movie is so fun and colorful! I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would, the music is spot on. And I really like the relationship between Groot and Rocket, he’s like a proud papa raccoon ahahaha 8’))))))
A while ago whilst watching supernatural, I began to wonder about the burning-on-the-ceiling deaths and why on earth their stomachs bled, which then led to to the possible horrifying conclusion that the women targeted may have been pregnant at the time.
John and Mary had a baby but you never know, they could have accidentally made another
The woman who narrowly escaped this fate was part of a new family with a new baby and again there’s the possibility.
Finally there’s Jess, her and Sam would have had a sexual relationship and again there could have been a small moose growing in her tummy.
Obviously if this even a possibility the pregnancy would be just starting and unknown to the mother and father, but it would explain the whole bloody stomach thing
Or this may just be me putting more pain into an already painful situation
Okay but what if Sam thought of that too.
What if she planned to tell Sam when they got back? What if Sam already knew but pretended not to? Maybe..just maybe.. there was a excited Daddy to be, waiting for the moment where he can tell his son the heroic stories of the man he was named after… maybe, if Jess hadn’t died. In just a few years, Sam would be telling bed time stories to little Dean John Winchester.
While all of this is sad as all fuck, I just need to add one thing: Dean John Winchester is a terrible name. Sam would not Harry Potter his kid.
At first I was really really sad.. Then I laughed.