My Safe Space

[frankenteens]

Noel Fisher and Cameron Monaghan on “A Little Late with Lilly Singh”

[bu0nanotte]

gallavich ft. love confessions

[yungblvds]

“‘ello!” 

[kitkatwinchester]

It’s hard to believe that the day has come.

After 15 years and a global pandemic, this is the last day that the cast and crew of Supernatural will step foot on set. 

It’s the last day of a 15-year story. 

It’s the last day of J2 pranks against their costars. 

It’s the last day of laughs, bloopers, and behind the scenes fun. 

It’s the last day for J2 to work alongside each other as brothers, both on screen and off.

It’s the last day for the family that is this cast to see each other and say goodbye after so many years together. 

It’s the last day of a show that so many people have called home and family for so many years. 

It’s the day that determines the Winchester legacy for years to come. 

And while we fans won’t see the finale for another couple of months, today is the finale for Jensen, Jared, Misha, Alex, and everyone in between.It is truly the end of an era, and it’s hard to imagine. 

I can’t even imagine what it’s like for the actors who have been in these characters for so long, especially Jared and Jensen. They practically grew up together on this show. They got married and started families, supporting each other the whole way. 

The entire cast, and much of the fandom, all became a family in their own right. 

And now it’s the end, and I’m betting none of them really know how to handle that. 

I know I don’t. 

But, at the same time, deep down, we all know. We know how much this show means, and everything it represents. 

And we’ll remember. 

Even as the cast and crew post their goodbyes. 

Even as they leave us with their final moments. 

Even as the tears stream down all of our faces. 

We all know. 

Supernatural Never Dies.

Thank you, Supernatural. 

Thank you. <3 <3 

[my-dark-happy-place]

[thickdickgrayson]

so call me stupid, call me sad you’re the best i’ve ever had you’re the worst i’ve ever had and that keeps fuckin’ with my head

[tarajaws]

Digital Painting of singer YUNGBLUD

[lyrics-and-music]

11 Minutes // YUNGBLUD and Halsey

[too-many-emo-things]

So I tied him up with gaffa tape and I locked him in a shed Then I went out to the garden and I fucked my best friend

Yungblud - Parents

[yungblvds]

“‘ello!” 

[stuart-townsend]

[sippyscups]

[elijahcoldwell]

[just-another-architect]

[axe2amendedfence]

Nightmares

By Dacre Montgomery

Somehow,

It’s always in bed,

And sleep.

In night waking with a fright.

Washed over like splashes of boiling water singeing my skin.

Where have I been?

To a place far away and some clandestine bay.

Visions of grandeur turned delusions of something that I was supposed to obey.

A lifestyle, a code,

An ode.

So stealthy through the night my conscience wakes with a fright.

Words uttered before resounding on the walls.

Paper-thin and yet no noise gets in.

~

The silence makes me quiver.

Pin dropped on the floor, the cold floor, the pin dropped.

I cannot see it anymore.

Disguised amongst the marble mask or stretched out on the floor.

That flutter, stutter in my belly butter goes,

Only for a moment.

I cannot ride with this fear on my back,

Feel the cords go slack.

6 miles out and 2 from heart attack.

Static static stop motion.

Feeling every beat in this poisonous potion.

~

Run, run, run.

Wick’s lit.

This is it.

Spread apart anaesthetised.

Numb by separation and incantation of things to come.

Ratchet and rink.

It’s insane how much is in this tank.

Colloquialisms of pain at the forefront of my brain.

A jelly floats moved with the tides electric pulses keeping a body of water and water alive.

Looming over the edge.

2 fingers and a thumb, in a pledge.

Burrow deep.

Borrowed sleep.

3 things that you have to do.

Live.

Love

Die.

Repeat.

[axe2amendedfence]

Not to Fall

By Dacre Montgomery

Under the skylight,

In the fading light,

Light.

Weightlessness sucked me up.

Wishing I didn’t feel so heavy and covered in muck.

~

Eyes heavy,

The suitcases are full, but my pockets are empty.

Torn.

Sporadic,

Staccato motion.

My veins pump in and out.

Like the ocean.

~

The memory is so softly packaged.

Lean down and listen,

To the faint heartbeat.

Can smell your soul aching and your cologne fading.

My stomach flipped.

Butterflies eclipse.

It is a thing.

It is a funny thing to feel your stomach right into your spleen.

Cheers met,

Sounds of clinking glasses as the sun sets.

~

Home.

Triangle roof,

Comfortable booth.

Feng Shui oozes the smell of Vermouth.

Trying not to idolise too much.

Swimming in your pool

But not putting you on a pedestal.

Petty, ready,

Steady,

Go.

To be recognised for one’s true self.

Past the façade and all that marmalade sugar covered business that can be distracting business.

Past the cars,

Seen up and over and through all of the stars.

I’ve sipped from your cup,

But now I’m stuck, and I don’t know when to give up.

~

Mud.

Sweat.

Teeth.

Tears.

Goosebumps rippled across my skin.

Felt like nothing else mattered.

I didn’t know where to begin.

~

He bled,

He fled.

And he stopped.

And no sleep came as they danced.

Dancing in the form he took,

For a moment or two,

For a day,

Or two in June.

The heat came in waves and staved off their sweat.

And broke an intense bet.

Not to love.

Not to fall in love.

[axe2amendedfence]

Idle I Wait

By Dacre Montgomery

Painted dots.

Blue, white and brown.

Water, salt and sugar.

Sweet, tart.

Two sea-salt crusted flats.

Flats of land, jammed.

Tidal ripples.

~

You skimmed.

Thrown,

blown into force.

I can’t grasp myself.

Reaching into the black space in between.

Distance in body but not mind.

How sublime,

It must be to think like he.

He is not me though, how I wish to be as simple,

And as free.

~

Burdens are a gift,

Thrifted from the greatest of he’s and she’s and bestowed upon me.

To see, to feel, burdened by insecurity.

The irony.

Ashamed to have blamed that peach nose and sphere world heart.

I know parts of you but like the world and its vastness.

It’s beauty,

I have not tasted all of you.

You trapped and draped your silk skin around me.

Not him.

And silently I listen in.

~

Woman: Over there, on the other side of the room. One of the steel panels flew open.

Man: Sure didn’t. There’s a light on in the room there.

Woman: Tex.

Man: Well let’s go see. At least we can hear ourselves walking now. Gee I like to make noise when my feet hit the floor. Well that’s something now isn’t it? Look at the room

Woman: Oh Tex, what an attractive little room. Like that stateroom on that fine ocean liner.

Child: Mother.

~

Boom, boom.

Now.

I have to speak to seek guidance.

Hello,

I am him.

You met, you set hopes, you eloped.

And I choked in the night from fright.

Idle I wait.

For that heartbeat.

For she to see, to see he.

He wants to explore,

To explore more, more of her.

Her heartbeat.

Her heartbeat that is the world.

~

The dreams I had about you were, for a moment, real.

We got to live in the unbroken seal.

No restraints, so simple and sweet.

Short and sweet,

Honey and wheat.

In the sky at night we watched the stars.

The stars that shone a million lives lost and won.

A sky filled with infinite possibilities.

Nothing is finite in the evening light.

Ropes, hold us.

Love, binds us.

And air floats us.

~

People speak of love,

Legends of love

Stories long for told of love between the young,

And the old.

A complex puzzle.

Centuries have tried to figure you out but there is no figuring you out,

You are without a doubt the biggest mystery of all.

You are complex and simple and unpredictable.

You are the waves, the tides and the current,

Born of the sea, a complete mystery.

Opaque, cloudy.

Can’t quite make out what I seem to think you’re about.

Weaved and woven.

Knitted together like a sweater for the coldest weather.

Tight.

But soft and warm.

~

Woman: Irma. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.

Man: I don’t know what to say, I’m all choked up.

Woman: Oh Al, this is a moment I’ve waited for.