An accurate representation of my social skills
Tumblr needs more bears
I can’t decide which is my favorite… the one scratching its balls, the one on the picnic bench, or the one angrily sitting in a kiddie pool.
It’s totally a toss up between the one scratching itself and the one in the pool. My god, this post is beautiful.
one day, the impala is going to be left somewhere, sam and dean on their way to some kind of battle for the world that they win. they save the world with the sacrifice of their lives, and they leave her behind. black paint, metal and chrome, their home, and she carried them so far.
they’ve long been dead, legends in the minds of those who know the truth. sam and dean who saved the world and never looked back. the impala, who carried them. the impala who sat in a field and waited. the impala who waited for them to come back.
the impala who was left alone.
she’s beyond old by the time a tree begins to grow underneath her hood. twenty years before it breaks through, another twenty before it swells, branches out, becomes a thing worthy of recognizing.
people gather around her. place significance on her.
in a post-apocalyptic world, she’s an icon.
but inside, she’ll always be a husk
waiting for her boys to come back to her.