“Mr. Sulu, remind me to never piss you off…”



  • dean: hey sammy i gotta talk to you about something
  • sam: k
  • dean: so...so it's like this all right
  • dean: you know how i love pie the best
  • sam: *sigh* yes i know how you love pie the best
  • dean: yeah, i always did. since i can remember.
  • dean: and if anybody ever even asked me to eat cake--
  • sam: you'd throw a bitch fit
  • dean: i'd politely decline, shut up sammy i'm talking
  • dean: anyway, all my life it was pie and not cake, not ever.
  • dean: but imagine that one day this cake came into my life
  • dean: this really amazing cake
  • dean: like it looks like the most delicious thing to sit on a plate
  • dean: plucked from god's own dessert tray if you will
  • dean: and i'm like, damn, i need to eat this cake right now
  • dean: and it's not like i don't still love pie, right, like pie is still awesome
  • dean: but this cake looks so good that i might never eat pie again
  • dean: i could see myself making sweet love to this cake for the rest of my life
  • sam: dean wat
  • dean:
  • sam: what are you even saying
  • dean:
  • sam:
  • dean:
  • sam:
  • dean:
  • sam:
  • dean: i might be a little bit gay for cas




mrs-freebatchof221bbakerstreet:

John Harrison

no but this was like my favorite part. He looked so fuckin sexy i literally could not even handle it 











There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.



I’m not sorry that I met you. I’m not sorry that knowing you has made me question everything, That in death you’re the one that made me feel most alive. You’ve been a terrible person. You made all the wrong choices and of all the choices that I’ve made this will prove to be the worst one, but I am not sorry that I’m in love with you. I love you, Damon.







[on his version of Hannibal Lecter] He loves fine art. He is a three-piece- suit man. He loves classical music. He hates everything that is banal. And he loves the beauty of everything that’s refined. He’s trying to make friends with people, so I can’t play that one card of being evil. It has to be hidden.