( I tried to find another supernatural close up gif to reflect the one you used. But I never got in the habit of saving gifs. D: EDIT: at least here’s a Supernatural one./ I never thought I’d see the day where something I did resulted in ultimate-close up Crowley. That made me laugh heartily for a long time. )
Quick PSA:
My main blog is misscampground1. I have a much more active side blog, entitled misscampground.
Obviously, since it’s a side blog, can’t follow on misscampground. Please don’t be offended if we’ve talked, you followed misscampground, are expecting a follow back, but get misscampground1 instead of misscampground. I’m not ignoring you, I swear!
Usually people don’t have a problem, but there have been a couple mishaps in the past few days.
Also, if you follow misscampground and get the follow from misscampground1, you really don’t have to follow that blog. It’s completely inactive. Well, until I make a mistake and post something that’s supposed to be on my side blog on it. Then it’s active until I take down the post.
End PSA.
Carry On My Wayward Son (lullaby Version)
Why can I so easily picture this playing in the spn series finale as the camera takes one last look moving over the dead bodies of all our favorite characters, stopping on the rusting frame of the impala and then slowly fading to black?
No! Into the corner with you!
As the music starts, the camera shows the sightless eyes of Kevin Tran, lying on the floor, weak body from starvation and sleepless nights apparent. The camera moves to show his mother, Mrs. Tran, lying next to him. Both of them tried to shield the other in the chaos and blood. They lie dead together.
The next scene shows Garth, lying on the ground, Bobby’s cap lying beside him, stained with blood. He is loosely holding a rifle, which contained salt, in an attempt to fight them off. To win once and for all. The salt is scattered on the ground around him. His body remains there until decayed.
The camera comes up from the ground to reveal the blank face of Sam Winchester, the one Azazel chose, the one who threw himself into hell for the good of earth. He lies, jacket stained, separated from his brother and his friends. He never got the family or the happy ending he wanted. His hair is stained and chopped, uneven in places. The blood drips down the side of his face, mirroring Jess.
Finally, we see Dean and Cas, dead on the ground. The scorch mark of Castiel’s wings cover the ground and Dean’s face and body, shielded by an angel until the very end. A gold amulet on the ground next to him, fallen out of his ripped trench coat. Dean clutches a demon blade, covered in blood, but more of his own than of the enemy. His body lies close to Cas, destined to remain together since he was raised from hell. They are now burnt and broken shells of men and angels. But they knew their only purpose.
In the corner of the field, hidden away in a presumably good parking spot, is the Impala, where it has been for a while, and will continue to be there until the trees and plants grow around it, crushing the windows, demolishing the rust, moulding the leather seats. The army men will be consumed by the soil, and in many years time, decompose. This car will be like any other old car seen abandoned in a field or on a road. Its age will show when Dean is not present to take care of her. The heater will never rattle again.
People will find the bodies, perhaps, and catalogue them as John or Jane Does, unknown to the world, unknown to the great service they gave them. They all gave their lives. And in return we live ours for them.
The camera fades to black.
DON NOT PLAY THE SONG WHILE READING THAT. YOU’LL FUCKING REGRET IT FOR LIFE OH GOD
Are you fucking kidding me right now holy fuck my life just ruined i don’t even want to thinking about that shit why would you do something like that on my god it’s six am and i’m fucking crying my eyes out thank you for that you asshats.
WERE YOU NOT HUGGED ENOUGH AS A CHILD
DID I KILL YOUR FATHER
IS THAT WHY YOU’RE HURTING ME
what if i killed you
my fucking keyboard is wet. GET OUT
it got worse
HOLY CRAP WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT????
(Source: certifiedsupernaturalist)
I’m going to keep this as simple as possible: I need your help.
Yes, you, right there in front of the screen. Your help.
Do you love books? If your answer was “Yes!” (allowing for varying levels of enthusiasm), you should keep reading. If your answer was “No,” you should still keep reading.
The abbreviated version:
- I’m a University student, and this is my Final Year Project.
- I love fandoms, and if you do too, you should keep reading.
- Like books? You should keep reading.
- Talk to fandom friends online? Yep, keep reading.
- Have a minute to answer 6 very simple questions, thereby helping me with a huge part of my degree, while making your fandom proud? Definitely keep reading.
Any and all fandoms welcome. Every single member of any fandom. We love everyone here.
I promise, it’s all fun. No serious or personal questions, and it’s all anonymous. You’ll be done in two minutes. Help me show how amazing fandoms truly are.
Click through for more information on the project. You have until the 6th March, 2013.
Endless list of things that should have been in the movies
↳ Prisoner of Azkaban, p 120“Then you should know, Potter, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favourite way of greeting a new class.”
Wait wait wait
so there was a theory bouncing around that Trelawney was actually scary accurate, right?
What if every student she predicted died in the battle for Hogwarts?
THATS JUST WHAT I WAS THINKING
I’m done.
*sobs*
Okay, Tumblr. I got a question about themes.
Hopefully someone’ll see it and be able to help me.
I want to put a link to my mindless art scratchings. Okay, got one. Check that off my list.
But then I go to check the page, because I know not to just trust computers to do the right thing when they’re asked. They ahve to be asked a certain way.
I click the link on my page. Okay, good. It takes me to the latest art pieces. Great.
I scroll down, and I find there’s no next button.
But I have more than just the 10 posts Tumblr’s decided to show.
So I’m asking, because I’ve been playing with the HTML, playing with CSS (probably violating all sorts of codes and copyrights of the original maker of the page… but I’ve put it back the way it was originally now), and playing with different themes themselves for the past hour.
Does anyone know how to make the “more/next/venture back/onward” link appear?
can’t they just continue?
Fizz.
Buzz.
Have you changed your detergent lately?
Not to bacon!
Deep-Dish Chocolate Chip Cookie for One
Ingredients (1 serving):
- 1 Tbsp unsalted butter, at room temperature
- 1/2 Tbsp unrefined granulated sugar, such as evaporated cane juice
- 1/2 Tbsp packed light brown sugar
- 1 Tbsp beaten egg, preferably organic (cover & chill remaining beaten egg for tomorrow’s cookie cup… you will be making another one!)
- tiny splash pure vanilla extract
- 2 1/2 Tbsp whole wheat pastry flour (can substitute with 3:1 of cake flour and all purpose flour)
- 1/8 tsp baking soda
- tiny pinch salt
- heaping 1 Tbsp grain-sweetened chocolate chips, such as Sunspire
Instructions
In a small ramekin or microwavable cup, combine softened butter and both sugars; stir well with a spoon. Stir in beaten egg and vanilla extract. Stir in flour, baking soda, and salt just until combined. Stir in chocolate chips.
Microwave on high for 35-40 seconds. Let cookie rest at room temperature for about 10 seconds before devouring.
Nutritional Information:
253.2 calories, 13.8 grams fat, 8.4 grams saturated fat, 2.9 grams fiber, 17.5 grams sugars, 2.4 grams protein
what
(Source: cutebronto)
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