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Jensen Ackles - Asylum 2016 [x]
i’m pb&j - petty, bitter and jealous
Cas inspecting a bottle of ketchup is like the most intriguing and cutest thing ever.
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This fandom really does have the best fan art EVER.
(See post for proof.)
remember this thing? today I did the thing where I take a thing and make it do the thing ^
It looks like poor Will has a bad fever and Hannibal is both taking care of him and basking in his fever scent.
@empathalitis So this gave me a new idea for our angsty fic :)
4.01 // 11.18
ok I reblogged this without saying anything but I looked back on it and fuck ok I have to say something.
Take notice in Dean Winchester, 29 years old. He’s confused and young and hell-bruised, but his eyes are still wide. When he says the name, each full letter tries to piece itself into the next, and all Dean had to figure out the puzzle–could he be a demon? A monster? Something even worse?–was a handprint.
Take notice in Dean Winchester, 37 years old. He’s older and tired, pulled through too much for too long, but his eyes are shining wet and straining with desperation. When he says the name, it’s a three-letter word that’s grounded itself in his heart, wedged a place into his soul where nothing can burn it out. No, it’s more than a word–it’s an anchor, it’s friendship, it’s a dirty trench coat, it’s a dorky smile, it’s gentle hands and deadpan humor and a gravelly voice matched with a pair of knowing blue eyes. It’s low chuckles and innocent quirks of the mouth, it’s life sacrifices and purgatory peach fuzz. It’s unspoken vows and “hey buddy, you okay?” “I need you” “You’re family.”
He gasps the name and his voice breaks because it’s love, it’s a faith nobody’s put in him before. It’s the best friend he’s ever had.
It’s Cas.
How very dare you?! Excuse me, I need to gather up the pieces of my shattered heart.
i have this feeling that like even though i have 700 followers, i think a ton are inactive blogs so like im posting all these things and no one is seeing it. like should i just start over or just hope and pray for the best
does anyone wanna talk or like ask questions cus likeeee, i wanna talk to you guys i dont wanna just be that blog that just posts things and isnt social. i want friends!
one of my fav pics of us. a tbt to halloween, we just s’cute
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“i dont feel well”
“thats because you stay up too late”
i have never seen a more accurate description of my life
today there was a blackout in my school so the room goes completely dark and you can’t see anything at all and then from the corner of the back of the classroom you hear the kid that’s never talked once just go “this booty ass fuckin school district”