guess who sold their soul? (me, it's me)

Hello! I'm Billie Kipling, aspiring author - feel free to dig through my fandom blog, which, okay, we don't need another one, but it's gonna be fun. Promise. I am super new to tumblr, though, so I might have a bit of a slow start (sorry!).

[merthur-banter]

[killyourcarrlings-blog]

when ur trying to mask the gay

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because in all honesty, they do look like stars, and it's just so painful that something like this could be so beautiful, too. well, anyway, it's not a phenomenal edit, but I got bored, so...

[killyourcarrlings-blog]

//and as the angel stares down at Dean's unmoving body, he thinks vaguely he should be sobbing, angry, sinking the guilty blade into his own heart because, well - weren't they family once? But Castiel feels nothing at all// ~!~ A different kind of story behind 8.17, and the way it stole an angel's heart because he couldn't stand the pain.

[killyourcarrlings-blog]

and now when I look to the moon, it’s not mine anymore - because mine was brighter, so much brighter, until I fell and dragged him from the stars

(words without a home) via @killyourcarrlings

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I just think it's super uplifting that one day people might obsess over /my/ fictional characters, or ship them with weird people or argue about subtext. like????? that could be me one day. my characters. my babies. I don't know why, I think it's such a nice thing to think about

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character aesthetic for characters that don't even exist in fiction (yet) ^individual photos are not mine

[onlybandlyrics]

I got the point that I should leave you alone but we both know that I’m not that strong

Mayday Parade // Miserable At Best (via onlybandlyrics)