Because I mean, the man has a fucking brain tumour. And I hate to be one of the negative people, but that would be scary as fuck. And just, the way he’s presenting himself on camera is amazing. Because obviously this is going to be stressful and obviously they’re not going to show us the more…
so, there’s this guy named Charles Trippy…he’s probably the most amazing man alive…if you don’t know who Charles is, he plays bass for the band We The Kings and he also has a daily vlogging channel on youtube called CTFxC and a few other channels as well. He’s been vlogging everyday for the…
Abi Edwards - Hallelujah (Supernatural Parody) This is the story of how Castiel fell from heaven and gave Dean faith. Destiel is on.
Dean heard there is a heaven now That doesn’t stop him anyhow Because Sammy, and the world, still need him So he keeps killing the evil guys With a heart of warmth, and eyes of ice Cuz’ he never did believe in Hallelujah
Your faith was strong before you fell Had to rescue Dean from hell His loyalty to his job overthrew you They tied him up and beat him down You sat with him till’ he came around When, from his lips, you heard the hallelujah
Baby, we’ve been through this before Personal space is all he asks for He used to be alone before you saved him You’ve seen that look in his eyes It’s the one of love, you can’t disguise You’re the only one he’s cared for, hallelujah
There was a time when you’d talk of What’s really going on above And now you just avoid conversation But remember when he stood by you You’re the only one who stood with him too And you heard him repeat the hallelujah
Well, maybe God still lives above But you forgot what it was to love Until Dean took your hand, and showed you It’s not a word that he’d use for God It’s not a word that you’d forgot It’s a raw and a heartfelt Hallelujah
The TARDIS lands in your backyard. Reblog if you would leave everything; your family, your friends, your blog, your pets, your boyfriend/girlfriend, your job, your school, your life and go on an adventure of a lifetime with a madman in a box. An adventure that would change your life forever.
The purchase of Firefly happened on a whim, everyone’s opinions had me go out on a limb. So Amazon had a deal and I snatched it up fast I would finally see what the deal was, at last! No more would my friends need nag and coerce me into joining the legions of the Whedonverse.
At first I was unconvinced to those spacefaring ways, there was so much more I could do with my days. Space cowboys? Train jobs? All right, let’s go! How on Earth-that-was did they cancel this show? Later I found out, (once I was a true supporter), those Fox asshats aired the episodes out of order.
I bet I needn’t mention that the word “Fox” rhymes with “Go eat a bag of rancid cocks?”
But wait – who is that? Such ginger appeal! That dude playing with toys behind the wheel! And my, those shirts, so bright and floral, fill my head with thoughts most immoral. Pick up those dinosaurs and tell of their drama, that inevitable betrayal makes me one hot mama.
Uung, that stare, your wish is my command, let’s live together in that place called Our Land.
Your polluted homeworld hid the stars from the sky, so you became a pilot to escape and fly through solar systems and space to infinity, guiding your well-worn space-steed, Serenity. You picked up the Tams, and shit got real tough, …the fuck? The show’s over? THAT’S NOT ENOUGH.
So what if your wife could kill me with her pinkie? With the life I have left, let’s get real kinky. Whisper sweet nothings of Mandarin in my ear— wait, shh, was that her? No, phew, we’re all clear. There on the helm you can have me writhin’, push up my skirt and pull a Crazy Ivan!
Who, Zoe? I’m not afraid of that twit. Wait, she’s right behind me? Oh shit…
Oh geeze, that chest and eye so bloody! That Niska’s got you feeling kind of cruddy? I knew it’s wrong and a little absurd, that I’m digging you when you’re tortured. Who cares about Mal? I know you’re the guy to make me moan “Oh God, oh God, we’re all gonna die.”
Let’s agree on how I probably should not make a joke about how my head’s just below shot.
I feel like my pants are suffering such a fever, gorram, I want to jump on you like a reaver! You— Oh wait, this just got creepy, and now, fuck, I’m about to get weepy. I’m just now realizing this ode is pretty whack… Aw shit, does this make me a necrophiliac?