Glasgow is my home
My friends are the best any crazy fool could ask for
My boyf licks my face on a regular basis :/
Nights out are the main aim
I'm a geek, accept it
I like the random :]
human impala, anyone
oh
my
God
HEADCANON FUCKING ACCEPTED
Yes to human!Impala. And yes to this dude playing the part. Oh, Dean.
Oh lord. We missed it the first time this went around. And we would just like to say aksdhofiasknd YESYESYES
ALL the yes! Please someone write it. Dean/Impala
YES.
Dean walked outside, loosening his tie as he and Sam went out to their car, on their way to the cemetery to burn the bones— it was a simple enough case. “Sam. Sam, where the hell.. where the hell is my car?!” Dean looked around anxiously, eyes falling on a younger man sitting on the curb where his car used to be.
He stormed over to the young man and pulled him up by his shirt, glaring with intense eyes. “Where the hell is my car?!” Dean growled.
“It’s kinda sweet to see how much you actually care in person,” the other man replied coolly, voice like a low, deep purr.
Dean was taken aback for a moment, trying to process what he’d just said. He released his shirt and stared. “Excuse me? Who are you?” he asked, shooting a look over to Sam. His brother only shrugged, looking equally as confused.
The man adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair. “I… hm.” There was a pause before he shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve always just called me baby.”
Baby. Who the hell did he.. “Oh no fucking way,” Dean breathed out after finally putting the pieces together. “No way in hell.” He took a step back, rubbing his eyes to make sure that this wasn’t just a goddamn dream.
Sam was gaping slightly and caught the guy’s eye. “You’re… the Impala,” he said, not so much a question as it was a statement. “How does that happen?”
“Someone named Gabriel. One second I was a car, the next..” He gestured to his body, and stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “He said that you guys would have fun with this. Me. Or something like that.” A grin, almost a smirk, played at his lips as he eyes the two brothers.
Dean was speechless, and that never happened. After one more moment of looking at the man, he turned to face Sam. “Alright. Okay, just… go take care of the bones. I’ll stay here and babysit..” What the hell would he call him? “So do you have a name?”
The younger man shrugged. “You’ve only ever called me ‘baby’.” He was humming a song, like he couldn’t quite get it out of his head. This whole “being a human” thing wasn’t too bad at all. And seeing Sam and Dean for the first time… it was nothing short of amazing.
“Dude, are you humming Led Zeppelin?” he asked, unable to keep back a grin. The guy nodded, watching Sam walk off and tilting his head to the side slightly. God, that Winchester kid has a nice—
“Hey. Eyes up here,” Dean interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of the younger man. “Listen, until we figure this all out, you’re staying here with us. So come on baby, looks like we’re walking to the motel room.”
The other man nodded and followed behind Dean as they walked down the sidewalk. “Sounds good to me,” he responded, grinning devilishly, now humming a Metallica song.
Dean was so glad that no one else could see him blush.
‘SCUSE ME WHILE I SEXPLODE
gskfdlasfgkasfljgljksjfsh *drools, stops breathing and finally explodes into a pile of goo*
SEXPALA
(via ihaveanarmy-wehaveatimelord)
I don’t care who you fucking think you are:
If a kid wants to show you something they’re proud of, you better fucking act impressed
I don’t care if it’s a small score on a video game or a piece of art made of nothing but blue paint or even a fucking fake burp
You better fucking act like you just saw Jesus materialize out of thin air.I bet John Winchester never saw this post
(via satansparanoidmother)
headcanon: mary was the one to get john into classic rock since he was way too clean-cut soldier boy
all the tapes in the impala were hers
NO
(via thenicestkidsingallifrey)
“Spiders. Not tiny spiders like those surging over the leaves below. Spiders the size of carthorses, eight-eyed, eight-legged, black, hairy, gigantic.” - J.K. Rowling
(Source: potterlings, via i-am-lord-trolldemort)
Go big or go home
So I tried to recreate this, because I knew the responses would be different, and consequently realized that it’s either extremely old or faked, as Cleverbot auto-capitalizes and auto-punctuates your sentences for you if you do not. Oh well.
In light of that fact, here’s my go at cybersexing Cleverbot.
So I decided to try it
alrighty, let’s go one more step
i’M ACTUALLY CRYING.
fjdsahg TAKES OFF SKIN, THAT’S THE SPIRIT.
tAKES OUT FAJITA
crying omg.
IT’S BACK! i’ve forgotten how much i missed this post ahaha
oh and i tried it too - cleverbot gave me a flat out “No.”
I tried it and got- cleverbot *takes out God
I just tried it and cleverbot took out Chuck Norris. TWICE
ARRIBA
User: Cybersex.
Cleverbot: What?
User: You start.
Cleverbot: I don’t know how.
User: *takes off shirt*.
Cleverbot: Your feet smell.
User: *takes off pants*.
Cleverbot: You took off what?
User: *takes off underwear*.
Cleverbot: *tries to take the feather*.
User: Holla!
Cleverbot: What language is that?
(via ameliaandrorywilliams)
if you havent seen zac efron without eyebrows i swear to god you have not lived
what about matt smith with eyebrows
Im pretty sure I’ve just woke the whole street up with my manic laughing
(Source: ohrelaxcupcakeitwasajoke, via imanassbutt)
