runaeveena

minim-calibre:

fabula-unica:

jules616:

"My son has died."

Batman #687.

Every time I see this panel I am torn between anguish at Alfred’s pain, and amusement that apparently, not matter how tragic the situation, there is no circumstance so sad it requires the absence of Dick Grayson’s well-modeled buttcheeks in a position of prominent display.

They are clenched in mourning. 

And I guess we’re not going to talk about the god damn dinosaur behind them.

supernaturalapocalypse
onceandfuturewinchester:

dimplestiltskinxx-fallen-angel:

soaked-fallen-angel:

itsraininbritishmen:

thewalkingassbutt:

whyisntdanonfire:

i-ship-it-for-the-bitches:

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

peruvian-whovian:

#I DONT EVEN WATCH THIS SHOW AND THAT HURT

*pained cry*

thanks Satan

*metatron, we like satan

I don’t think I’m ever gonna see that sentence make sense anywhere else.

FUCK ALL YALL

sammy no bby

*tries to pick up scattered pieces of heart*

NO. OMC.

onceandfuturewinchester:

dimplestiltskinxx-fallen-angel:

soaked-fallen-angel:

itsraininbritishmen:

thewalkingassbutt:

whyisntdanonfire:

i-ship-it-for-the-bitches:

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

peruvian-whovian:

#I DONT EVEN WATCH THIS SHOW AND THAT HURT

*pained cry*

thanks Satan

*metatron, we like satan

I don’t think I’m ever gonna see that sentence make sense anywhere else.

FUCK ALL YALL

sammy no bby

*tries to pick up scattered pieces of heart*

NO. OMC.