→ 04 Jun 12 at 8 am
“You know, it’s a good thing you’re a mechanic, you’d be really handy in an Apocalypse”
“Because you’d have my finely tuned body to get off on?”
(via josiedokeh)
“You know, it’s a good thing you’re a mechanic, you’d be really handy in an Apocalypse”
“Because you’d have my finely tuned body to get off on?”
(via josiedokeh)
Tom Hiddleston eating chocolate seconds before the interview starts.
(via demonbloodbrother)
We’ve got our candelstick makers:
our busy guys:
our romantic imbecile
our lesbians:
…and then there’s Jared
(via camuizuuki)
You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
(Source: tommyshawsboots, via maybedotheastro)
I think he hits every goddamn kink I have. He hits them hard.
Wow. Just wow.
I don’t see the appeal of tom hiddleston she said
he seems quite lovely but I don’t understand the fervor she said
where did this enormous erection come from she saidHiddleston, you stop it this instant.
I have no words for the things I’d do to him
(Source: tomthebadguy)
Ian Somerhalder as the Impala
Baby becomes a human, but Dean is sceptic meeting him at first.
Inspired by this post
“Dean, I am Baby.” He insists again but Dean can’t believe him. His Baby would be tanned, damnit, with the most awesome hips and dark waves of hair and a cleavage big enough to hide the Colt.
Not this constantly blushing, perfect cheekbone’d, deep-voiced man. This seemed to violate every image Dean had ever had of his Baby coming to life.
“Dean. Dean,” He says, brow furrowing slightly. “You’ve bought me, and crashed me and built me up from scratch. We’ve been down this road before and a million others; just you, me and your tapes. Sun and rain and thunderstorms and apocalypse — I was there with you, all along.”
At Dean’s disbelief, he slams down his bottle of beer, jaw ticking, “You still don’t believe me? What more proof d’you want, man? That scar from when that truck hit us? On my back. When you beat me up? I’ve got scars on my legs from that. And this—”
He pulls the collar of his shirt down and there;
S.W
D.W.
Maybe, Dean wavers a little.
(via camuizuuki)