don't worry mr. winchester. i saw your purple dog shirt.

here to get gender from the jackets

[calamitysong]

» hot knife. »

(youtube.)

[godtrials]

sam babbles at a baby in a store when he’s seven. john notes ‘speaking in tongues?’ in his journal.

[biggaybenny]

i love you i love you i love you

[destielgaysex]

supernatural season 4

sam: guys i think im the devil incarnate

cas and dean for the past thirty-three minutes:

[supersapphical]

I lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship.

[faithcastiel]

• be not afraid •

my contribution for the 30k claire challenge, what would have happened if cas had kept claire as a vessel. click for better quality 🥰

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[offishwhite]

exorcise

[cassierobinsons]

can i offer you an onionnatural in this trying time?

[dollhousemary]

“angel (circa 1978)”, an annamary poem for day seven of @spnpoetryrenaissance’s month of supernatural poetry—wlw rarepairs!

i made a bonus glitchy version to give that kind of like…mind-wipe, angel interference vibe that the ship has :)

[snarky-synesthete]

Day 7: WLW Rarepairs

@spnpoetryrenaissance

It took a long time

Years, even

Before I let myself feel

The funny little thrill of Rightness

When my brother teased me…

Calling me by a woman’s name,

Or hassling me about my long hair,

Saying “Ladies first,”

Looking up at me with a smirk

At my broad shoulders.

As a child,

I thought I was more monster than boy.

As I grew, I knew

That I’d never feel like a man.

My lover careened into my shattered life,

Breathing out ancient perfumes.

Unfathomable,

The three-faced Goddess

Maiden - Mother - Crone

Complete in herself.

I had never met anyone who didn’t need me,

In some way or other,

Before her.

She held up a mirror in front of my soul

And I slowly learned how to

Grow

Into myself.

Witch-woman, warrior,

Worker of wonders.

We lie together.

Our hair mingles, flame and shadow,

On the pillows

(Pillows of earth, of fabric, of flesh)

I know that we each may be

Only a waypoint on the other’s journey.

But she let me crack open the shell

Of the man I never was,

And watched me emerge like a pearl

Out of my own depths.

I wonder what I’ve done for her.

[lesbianjoannaharvelle]

where my JoCassie shippers at

[rapidhighway]

going to california

[verylargechicken]

it’s been brought to my attention that we’ve never seen the boys hanging out in a shitty motel pool

[stevebucky-deactivated20221119]

the fact that these 37 seconds of swan song line up perfectly with 37 seconds of i know the end by phoebe bridgers

[hauntedroad]

spn x wizards of waverly place casefic where sam and dean slaughter the entire russo family but then they have a reflective conversation in the car that makes it clear alex and justin were supposed to be their narrative mirrors

[rootsmachine]

“the song remains the same” (5.13) // “pilot” (1.01) // “let it bleed” (6.21) // the everlasting, katy simpson smith

[synesindri]