I didn't choose the fandom life. The fandom life gripped me tight and raised me from perdition.
The fandom life took my hand and whispered "Run."
The fandom life texted me saying to come to 221B if convenient and if in convenient come anyways.
The fandom chooses the fan Harry.
I'm a what?
Your a fangirl Harry.
the greatest love story every told
People: Why do you ship Destiel?
Can somebody tell me why was that pause even necessary?
"dean winchester is saved"
Cutest thing ever
The blonde is everyone’s reaction when Misha said bowlegged, I swear.
Dean has no idea how Sam talked him into this, but somehow he’d found himself boarding a plane with his little brother, crossing American borders for the first time in his life and on his way to Edinburgh, Scotland. (Though, to be fair, he spent most of the flight completely passed out, courtesy of the sleeping pills Sam’s doctor, Pamela, had prescribed him before leaving — and thank God for that. Death machines. Death machines, all of them.)
The city’s like a dream come true for Dean’s inner dork (not that he’s about to let Sam know that), all stone and brick, and God, but Charlie would love this. It’s like being in a freaking castle from The Lord of the Rings and Dean is so gonna have to quote Aragorn at some point while Sam is distracted with all his official Big Shot Lawyer Conference Business, because this is badass.
But what Dean likes the most about Edinburgh isn’t its castles and the beer and the lovely ladies who pour it for him — what Dean likes the most about Edinburgh is the Spanish baker from the homey store near their hotel.
His nametag says his name is Castiel and he doesn’t speak a word of English, but he can prepare one mean espresso and the very best pastries Dean’s ever had in his life.