One More Time

I ramble about geeky stuff. I love fire-melted marshmallows and beer and looking at the stars, preferably all at the same time... and also ponies. I love anything Supernatural or car-related, or Supernatural car-related, and I am a fan of all the peeps who make that show happen. Supernatural is my big, other family. I love them all. Though I troll, I don't wank. Deep breaths and dynamite, ya'll.
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soaked-fallen-angel:

taco-marco:

staff:

starting today all blogs without the following image will be deleted within 24 hours

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i’m not even afraid of deletion. i just want this image on my blog

staff why

Why Michael Jackson?

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starfleetgrad:

DO YOU EVER FANTASIZE ABOUT HUGGING SOMEONE FAMOUS

NO SEX THOUGHTS, NO AUTOGRAPHS OR PHOTOS

JUST A BIG, GENUINE HUG THAT LASTS THE PERFECT AMOUNT OF TIME AND COMPLETES YOUR LIFE

DO YOU

I had a dream where I was at a Supernatural convention and I was standing in the Q&A line at the J2 Sunday panel. When it was my turn, I quietly said I loved them both very much, but could I ask Dean a question?

Jensen blinked and said, “Shoot.”

"I’d like to know if Dean … I’ve often wondered if you think that Ben is really your son, and that maybe Lisa was only trying to spare you a sense of duty by telling you that he wasn’t y-"

"He is my son."

"… Oh."

"It didn’t matter if he was or wasn’t. I made the promise to him that a father makes to his children, to be there for him… and then to not be there, to do everything I could for him, while I could, and then to let him go."

He blinked and was himself again, “So yeah.”

I couldn’t hear anything but the sound of me choking out the words, “thank you”, and it wasn’t until I’d said them that I realized I was crying.

I turned to make my exit, but Jensen stood up and jumped off the stage, jogging in my direction until he had me in a warm, friendly hug. I just hugged him back.

"Please don’t cry," he said, and then he pulled half away and held onto my shoulder to make me look at him. "Thank you for asking me that. I didn’t mean to upset you. Why was that really important to you?"

I started to say no, that I didn’t know, but I suddenly realized that I did know. I sniffed. “Because love like that is so rare and usually it’s only by example and I just… if I were Ben, even after everything, I’d have been proud to call him my dad.”

All that I saw was his jaw clench as he grabbed me in for another hug, tighter, taller, and with a hand to the back of my head. When he pulled away that time and kept moving away, his expression was tight, but his eyes betrayed him. “That one’s from Dean,” was all he said.

Then I woke up.

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tirlaeyn:

You know, back in my day, when a character died on my favorite show, I sat by myself in my own room and cried, because I didn’t have the Internet and no one I knew in real life was weird enough to watch that show.

I hate distance. You meet the best people and they are always far away.

Avoiding The Light (Sam, Castiel)


relevant again soon…

creatingjohnwinchestersjournal:

For those who want to build their own journal, I made a BLANK set of replica pages, carefully reproducing as many of the details as possible from the pages in the screen used prop version of John Winchester’s journal. Many, many hours of studying screen caps and other research has gone into these…

Wow, this is really great.

ultimatemoviefanatic:

Sharknado 2: The Second Oneairs July 30th at 9 pm on the SyFy Channel. Watch it or else!

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Since dedicating myself to getting into “superhero shape,” several articles regarding my weight have been brought to my attention. Claims have been made that I’ve been on a strict workout routine regulated by co-stars, whipped into shape by trainers I’ve never met, eating sprouted grains I can’t pronounce and ultimately losing 14 pounds off my 5’3” frame. Losing 14 pounds out of necessity in order to live a healthier life is a huge victory. I’m a petite person to begin with, so the idea of my losing this amount of weight is utter lunacy. If I were to lose 14 pounds, I’d have to part with both arms. And a foot. I’m frustrated with the irresponsibility of tabloid media who sell the public ideas about what we should look like and how we should get there.

Scarlett Johansson for the Huffington Post [x]

More of her brilliant articles can be found here.

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feathersassemble:

ladyavenal:

messenger-of-the-auspice:

…and this weeks award for brilliant gif use….

I have been laughing at this for the past 5 minutes.

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Jensen talking about the “I’m proud of us.” scene. [x]

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laoih:

about Dean's relationships with women

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maxkirin:

Neil Gaiman’s 8 Rules of Writing, a remake of this post. Source.

Want more writerly content? Make sure to follow maxkirin.tumblr.com for your daily dose of writer positivity, advice, and prompts!

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nukasakka:

MISHAQUEST 2014

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gehayi:

youmightbeamisogynist:

naamahdarling:

mythosidhe:

Although I have to point out that there was a piece of speculative science fiction called The Blazing World published by one Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle-upon-Tyne in 1666, slightly predating Mary Shelley.

This is the thing. Women have been doing awesome shit since there was awesome shit to do, we’ve BEEN THERE, if anyone bothered to look.

Oh, they looked. And then maliciously and willfully erased us from the books to keep anyone else from “getting ideas.”

Hell, the first named author in history? Enheduanna, a Sumerian high priestess, poet and lyricist. She’s known as the Shakespeare of Sumerian literature.

She’s known as the Shakespeare … that oughta tell you somethin right there.

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