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Story goes that this entity is the most evil known out there and it seems to seek people of all ages that do not reblog this. The name non-tumblr users have already been killed and you’re next.
That is, if you reblog this, he’ll let you live. Now, do it. My friend Katy didn’t know how to reblog and within the hour, she died. I warned her but she didn’t
ok tumblr srsly i fucking hate you but that fucking picture ok i’ll reblog this
this is just so i can sleep alright tonight…
this looks like it’s from something but i can’t remember
Guys I’m really fucking sorry. I hate these so much. As if my own anxiety wasn’t bad enough. I wish I could ignore this, but I can’t. I really fucking hate whoever posted this, it’s so fucking inconsiderate.
thank god i had enough adopted winchester family feelings to finish this goddamn thing
CAN I JUST SAY THAT SINCE 5.03 “FREE TO BE YOU AND ME”
- CAS HAS BEEN BLOWN TO BITS AND THEN RESTORED
- HE SPENT ONE YEAR APART FROM DEAN,
- ONE YEAR FIGHTING A CIVIL WAR WHILST RESCUING DEAN EVERY TIME HE FUCKS UP
- ONE YEAR BEING GOD, LEVIATHAN, EMANUEL AND CRAZY!CAS
- ONE YEAR IN PURGATORY
- ONE YEAR OUT OF PURGATORY
- THEN FALLING FROM HEAVEN AND LEAVING HIS TRENCHCOAT IN A LAUNDROMAT
- BUT FUCKING BUTTTTTTT
- HE STILL HAS THAT BADGE DEAN GAVE HIM
I’m not saying Destiel….but Destiel.
It’s because the badge represents the lifestyle Dean lives, and therefore everything that Cas has fallen for. It represents part of what Dean means to him, and what he means to Dean
bilesandthesourwolf asked you:Maybe something from Purgatory? Like huddling around a fire for warmth?!And then….
Twist and Shout – Destiel AU“So why is it your favorite song?”
Cas’ hand padded over his chin. Dean never lost track of his eyes, even when Cas looked at his own hand, shy. He nudged at Dean’s mouth with his index finger, moving so his palm was cupping his jaw. Dean grinned against Cas’ skin, unable to keep his smile contained. The blue eyed boy across from him was so beautiful, and he didn’t know it. He practically shone; his soul glittered with something blue and white and Dean wanted to wrap himself in it. Something like God’s grace, something like the blue and green smudginess of sea shells or glass bottles.
“I just - I like songs about love,” he breathed a laugh, and Dean wrapped that laugh around his finger like a lace ribbon. Songs about love he hadn’t cared about before, but now, he wouldn’t have said anything but that. He wanted another smile, he wanted another dreamy look in Cas’ eyes, so he’d sang along. He had wanted him to fall more in love, because nothing was going to hurt anymore if that happened. He had convinced himself, young, and stupid. This boy was going to make this world turn and stars would fall like rain.
CAN YOU NOT