Tale as Old as Time

I can’t with Charlie because I’ve been weirdly in love with Felicia Day since about 8th grade. And I just sort of quietly follow everything she does and cry over The Guild alone and I just don’t mention it because people already think I’m weird enough.

But Charlie.

If Steven Moffat fucks up the 50th Anniversary of Doctor Who, I’m going to use his blood to open a door to hell and throw him in the Cage with Lucifer.

The song O Death that Jen Titus covered for Supernatural, is actually only a small portion of a much longer piece.

‘O, Death. O, Death.
Won’t you spare me over ‘til another year?

Well, what is this that I can’t see
With ice cold hands takin’ hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell
‘O, death’ someone would pray
‘Could you wait to call me another day?’
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I’ll fix your feet ‘til you can’t walk
I’ll lock your jaw ‘til you can’t talk
I’ll close your eyes so you can’t see
This very hour, come and go with me
I’m death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim

O, Death. O, Death.
Won’t you spare me over til another year?

My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin’ upon my soul
Oh, death how you’re treatin’ me
You’ve close my eyes so I can’t see
Well you’re hurtin’ my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh death please consider my age
Please don’t take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
The old, the young, the rich or poor
All alike to me, you know
No wealth, no land, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul

O, Death. O, Death.
Won’t you spare me over ‘til another year?’

So I’m playing this fun new game called How Many Supernatural Episodes Can I Watch in One Go.

So far I’m up to 4.

I’m catching up series 7.

I was already three behind when Bobby died. Then I just stopped. Because I knew the pain was coming and I just wasn’t ready to face it.

Now, though, I’m catching up. This is going to hurt, isn’t it?

That was a stupid questions. It’s Supernatural. Of course it is going to be painful.

Without Harry Potter, my world would be less magical.

Without Doctor Who, my Universe would be much smaller.

Without Sherlock, my observations would seem much keener.

Without Supernatural, my faith would be in the wrong place.

Without the internet, I might actually have a dull life.

IMAGINE WHAT PRISONS WOULD BE LIKE IF WE ALL GOT ARRESTED FOR PIRACY

hunterinadirtytrenchcoat:

whenbrothersbreak:

purebloodprat:

biggest-hunger-games-fans:

• INSTEAD OF GANGS- THERE WOULD BE FANDOMS

“UGH, THERE’S ANOTHER FIGHT BETWEEN THE HARRY POTTER FANDOM AND TWILIGHT FANDOM IN THE YARD.”

“OH MY GOD THE DOCTOR WHO FANS ARE TRYING TO CONVERT THE OTHER FANDOMS AGAIN SHIT WE NEED TO STOP THEM BEFORE ONE OF THEM GETS SONICED”

“THE SUPERNATURAL FANS KEEP STEALING SALT FROM THE CAFETERIA, DAMNIT, ALL THE FOOD IS BLAND”

 #TAKE ALL THE SALT

THE MOTHERFUCKING SHERLOKIANS KEEP BLABBING ABOUT EVERYONE’S SECRETS AND THEY’VE GONE AND SET THEMSELVES UP IN BLOCK B, CELL 221.

(via moffated)

I love how when it comes to Castiel’s nickname, the Supernatural fandom is just like “Fuck Kripke.”

The writers spell it “Cass”

Everyone else in the world spells it “Cas”

I love Mark Sheppard in Doctor Who, Supernatural, and Firefly.