always, when you need it the most, there is a Song

Stacy. Team Free Will. Whovian. Vampire Slayer. Ravenclaw. Fic writer. Poet. Unabashed Hawkeye Fangirl––both Hawkeyes. This year I am the Ultimate Answer.

[coupleofdays]

Margaret Hamilton, Director of the Apollo project Software Engineering Division, with a stack of papers containing the code to the Apollo Guidance Computer navigation software. The software that on this day, in 1969, guided Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin when they landed on the Moon.

[kamruna]

how fitting is it that i went stargazing right after this

[llamaalpacca]

one of my favorite reads of 2026

[skj-weebmam]

Still having those nightmares?

[unsteadygalaxy]

Sometimes he looks at Dean and has to remind himself to breathe.

He’s an angel, or maybe something somewhere in between now; he has no need for respiration, but it doesn’t matter. Humans have always been beautiful to him, with their entire histories and skeletons and molecule arrangements laid out like star maps at any given moment. It was overwhelming, at first, when he touched down on earth with his garrison. Every human that met his eyes just burst with information and color, and he had learned to tune it out. Constellations were just a part of the sky, after all.

But Dean? Dean is an entire universe. The entire spectrum of color bursts out from him, dotted with light and swirling pools of dark and heights and depths and everything that spans the two. Rivers of white energy surge between each nexus, and void-like black seeps in at the edges.  He sees Dean’s complexity: the waves of purple he gives off when he’s hiding something, and the red tinted haze that permeates the air when he fights. And when Dean smiles, his aura turns yellow-golden, brighter than any sun Castiel has ever seen. When he leans back on his bed, headset on, feet twitching to the beat, the pale blue puffs of nebulae float off his skin. And then Cas sees the green pillow sailing past his face as Dean halfheartedly throws it to get Cas out of his room. Pink seeps under the door when he’s embarrassed. And Cas has never seen such vibrant color. 

He’s never really been able to put his finger on what love is. Humans always made it so messy, with their deathbed declarations and manipulative manifestations. Maybe because love is all he was created in, or maybe, since he descended into Hell, he’s never gone a moment without feeling it. The moment his energy touched Dean Winchester, he was lost. He could see the infinite expanse of Dean’s soul unfurling inside his head, and struggled to contain it. Every color ever visible to any creature with the ability to perceive it exploded in his would-be retinas. It was by God’s will alone that he made it out, dragged Dean topside, and retreated to gather the shattered pieces of himself. 

It would be years before he could understand that strange new feeling, that mauve ache that had taken up residence in the space where a human heart would be. But he saw it in eyes of green, and between brothers covered in brown and red grime, and in the maroon devotion of hunters who would and did die for each other. He saw it in pink births, and grey deaths, and white weddings, and orange festivals that lasted from sunrise till sunset. Castiel saw how the blue ocean kissed the tan shore, meeting it over and over, and felt such peculiar purple longing drop into his chest. Longing that burned into him, till it was eased in those green eyes.

So when he has the phantom feeling in his vessel’s lungs to draw in air, to inhale life, to take in curls of color, he pauses. Regards Dean’s vibrance. 

And breathes.

[havinganormalone]

Fanfiction is insane. You can write porn so good you make friends.

[icarusredwings]

Ssooooo.... Were just gonna throw these guys in a room and see what happens right?

[moncalas]

you're owen lars. your father has fallen in love with a woman and she's enslaved. you and your father aren't rich, but eventually you manage to free her. this one woman. one woman on a planet full of injustices.

you're owen lars. the woman you call mom had another child once. it doesn't make her love you less, but she talks about him in a way that makes it clear that she loved him, too. he's off to be a jedi now and she's very proud.

you're owen lars. your mother's been kidnapped and you have to assume the worst. a man and a woman step into your home and the man announces himself to be that kid who went off to become a jedi. he knows you less than you know him and before anything else can happen, he takes off to bring back his mother, a feat you think is impossible.

you're owen lars. anakin skywalker brings your mom's corpse to your doorstep. her funeral is interrupted by a message of utmost galactic importance.

you're owen lars. your brother is dead. you never saw him again after that first time. there is another jedi on your doorstep, with a baby in his arm and you know what it means and you can't bring yourself to face him as he hands your nephew off to your wife.

you're owen lars. obi-wan ben kenobi is a pain in the ass. he was more your brother's brother than you ever were and he doesn't understand your particular kind of grief, is drowning in his own. you don't even know the full story and kenobi will never tell you all of it. but you have a child to care for so you tell him off and get back to work.

you're owen lars. you didn't know your brother, but you know your nephew and your nephew wants out of this place as soon as possible. you know he won't be safe out there but in the end you're helpless to stop him. and you know the stories, you remember the one time you met him, the days your mother died. and you do this for her and you do this for your father and you do this for your brother and you do this for your nephew.

you're owen lars. your last act is to protect your brother's child. your child.

[supertaliart]

Happy May the Fourth! I added a second page to this comic from last year!

[bodhrancomedy]

Look, it’s a weird hill to die on, especially when I don’t really explain, but children deserve to experience fear, disgust, and discomfort in safe scenarios where they can process those sensations.

Media for children used to be scary and that’s important.

[the-davest-of-uncles]

“Since it is so likely that (children) will meet cruel enemies, let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage. Otherwise you are making their destiny not brighter but darker.” ― C.S. Lewis

[grace-in-the-wilderness]

"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed."

-- G. K. Chesterton

[mon3trs]

in space no one can hear you moan like a girl

[fat-fuck-hairy-belly]

Ground control here, we can hear you just fine

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

So what’dya say kid? You think a farmboy and a guy like me… (yes)

I keep noticing things i should fix but ive been tweaking tiny details for over 2hrs so i think its time to move on😭

Process pics below ⬇️

⬆️ not me liking the vibes of this one better than the finished piece🫢

[colorlessjay-destielblog]

Saw a lot of people doing it and wanted to throw my hat into the ring

[bungerc0re]

it's normal to like blood it's very normal

[queenofnots]

[trekkiedean]

“fem!dean would be super girly” “fem!dean would be butch” we already know exactly what fem!dean would be like because there was an entire seven-season show about her before dean winchester was a gleam in eric kripke’s eye

[trekkiedean]

frankly it would be more appropriate to say that dean is masc!buffy

[mmhhch]

a little blood play

cant remember what got that idea in my brain but there are high chances it was this fic

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

💜 Queer Books for National Poetry Month

🦇 As a poetry writer (@mywordsarewings), reader, and performer, National Poetry Month has a special place in my heart. It's a reminder that many thoughts and emotions are universal; that you're not alone. To acknowledge exactly that, here are a few queer books for National Poetry Month for your TBR!

✨ Broken Halves of a Milky Sun - Aaiún Nin ✨ Throat - Ellen van Neerven ✨ No Credit River - Zoe Whittall ✨ Tranz - Spencer Williams ✨ Return of the Chinese Femme - Dorothy Chan ✨ Couplets - Maggie Millner ✨ Blood - Tyler Pennock ✨ A "Working Life" - Eileen Myles ✨ Pansy - Andrea Gibson

✨ Why I Was Late - Charlie Petch ✨ Nature Poem - Tommy Pico ✨ Halal If You Hear Me - Various ✨ Pier Queen - Emanuel Xavier ✨ Crime Against Nature - Minnie Bruce Pratt ✨ Queer Poets of Color - Various ✨ Space Struck - Paige Lewis ✨ Calamities - Renee Gladman ✨ Love and Other Poems - Alex Dimitrov

✨ Milk Teeth - Rae White ✨ Some Integrity - Padraig Regan ✨ Biography of Red - Anne Carson ✨ I Am the Most Dangerous Thing - Candace Williams ✨ Because You Were Mine - Brionne Janae ✨ Homeland of My Body - Richard Blanco ✨ Gay Poems for Red States - Willie Edward Taylor Carver Jr. ✨ Wound from the Mouth of a Wound - Torrin A. Greathouse ✨ Punks - John Keene

✨ On a Grey Thread - Elsa Gidlow ✨ Ode to My First Car - Robin Gow ✨ Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency - Chen Chen ✨ My Dear Comrades - Sunu P. Chandy ✨ The Wild Hunt Divinations - Trevor Ketner ✨ Queer - Andrea G. Hardeman ✨ A Film in Which I Play Everyone - Mary Jo Bang ✨ Beautiful Malady - Ennis Rook Bashe ✨ Alive at the End of the World - Saeed Jones

✨ Hard Drive - Paul Stephenson ✨ Then the War - Carl Phillips ✨ Negative Money - Lillian-Yvonne Bertram ✨ Freedom House - KB Brookins ✨ The Magic Border - Arlo Parks ✨ A Brilliant Loss - Eloise Klein Healy ✨ Butcher - Natasha T. Miller ✨ Out Here - Various ✨ Beast at Every Threshold - Natalie Wee

✨ Good Grief, the Ground - Margaret Ray ✨ Ephemera - Sierra DeMulder ✨ More Sure - A. Light Zachary ✨ Pillow Thoughts - Courtney Peppernell ✨ Toska - A. Pleskova ✨ Disintegrate/Dissociate - Arielle Twist ✨ Trace Evidence - Charif Shanahan ✨ God Themselves - Jae Nichelle ✨ To the Boy Who Was Night - Rigoberto González

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

I know this is from a year ago, but I'm sharing it anyway. I want to look every one of these up!!!