Desi hellers, this is for you...
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@potterlockedspn
Desi hellers, this is for you...
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Yes I am
Ditto.
Shit I forgot these existed @proudheller @basicallyafangirlsworld @potterlockedspn
Fuck you, I am too this old now get off my lawn
Me writing about my favourite fanfic in ten fucking minutes:
Vs me struggling with my college application essay for one week straight:
Why am I like this
Sometimes I wonder why I married you and then you do shit like this @sxlcouthgeek
@sxlcouthgeek and me spitting facts. Who's writing the fic, guys?
Bonus points for whoever spots the destiel hiding here.
Who? Yes.
In my defence I was sleepdrunk
We are two halves of a whole idiot, Alien @athenastar
tagged by @fezfanatic thank you kindly
sage green or baby blue | moon or stars | paperback or hardback | piercings or tattoos | drawing or writing | saturn or jupiter | ancient greece or ancient egypt | prague or amsterdam | dark academia or light academia | indie aesthetic or cottagecore | stargazing or late night drives | strawberries or watermelons | rings or necklaces | extrovert or introvert | dragons or griffins | ocean or mountains | silver or gold | dawn or dusk | early bird or night owl | cook or bake | dagger or sword.
tagging @imbrokenfromthestart @spn-in-2021 @comb-thee-asbestos
thank you @kickedinthedaddypills <3
sage green or baby blue | moon or stars | paperback or hardback | piercings or tattoos | drawing or writing | saturn or jupiter | ancient greece or ancient egypt | prague or amsterdam | dark academia or light academia | indie aesthetic or cottagecore | stargazing or late night drives | strawberries or watermelon | rings or necklaces | extrovert or introvert | dragons or griffins | oceans or mountains | silver or gold | dawn or dusk | early bird or night owl | cook or bake | dagger or sword |
tagging @manifestingdestiel @baddestbitchcas @deancas-bumblebee @gracecarts @u-are-not-alone-neither-are-u @always-note-my-sarcasm if y’all want
Thanks for the tag @comb-thee-asbestos 😚💕
sage green or baby blue | moon or stars | paperback or hardback | piercings or tattoos | drawing or writing | saturn or jupiter | ancient greece or ancient egypt | prague or amsterdam | dark academia or light academia | indie aesthetic or cottagecore | stargazing or late night drives | strawberries or watermelon | rings or necklaces | extrovert or introvert | dragons or griffins | oceans or mountains | silver or gold | dawn or dusk | early bird or night owl | cook or bake | dagger or sword |
No pressure tags 💕😚 @deancas-bumblebee @castielsbeeslippers @castielswift @shade-vermillion @baby1967impala @spn-in-2021
Thanks for tagging me @comb-thee-asbestos and @baddestbitchcas! 💙
sage green or baby blue | moon or stars | paperback or hardback | piercings or tattoos | drawing or writing | saturn or jupiter | ancient greece or ancient egypt | prague or amsterdam | dark academia or light academia | indie aesthetic or cottagecore | stargazing or late night drives | strawberries or watermelon | rings or necklaces | extrovert or introvert | dragons or griffins | oceans or mountains | silver or gold | dawn or dusk | early bird or night owl | cook or bake | dagger or sword |
Some no pressure tags: @assbutt @mooncandysmagic @whxtshernxme @https-castiel @pointlesstrashyexistence @marveladdictx
sage green or baby blue | moon or stars | paperback or hardback | piercings or tattoos | drawing or writing | saturn or jupiter | ancient greece or ancient egypt | prague or amsterdam | dark academia or light academia | indie aesthetic or cottagecore | stargazing or late night drives | strawberries or watermelon | rings or necklaces | extrovert or introvert | dragons or griffins | oceans or mountains | silver or gold | dawn or dusk | early bird or night owl | cook or bake | dagger or sword |
I'm tagging: @sxlcouthgeek @basicallyafangirlsworld @shellhead3k @mysticalexpertdaze @inc0rrect-marvel
Thanks for the tag :)
sage green or baby blue | moon or stars | paperback or hardback | piercings or tattoos | drawing or writing | saturn or jupiter | ancient greece or ancient egypt | prague or amsterdam | dark academia or light academia | indie aesthetic or cottagecore | stargazing or late night drives | strawberries or watermelon | rings or necklaces | extrovert or introvert | dragons or griffins | oceans or mountains | silver or gold | dawn or dusk | early bird or night owl | cook or bake | dagger or sword |
Tagging : @potterlockedspn @proudheller @basicallyafangirlsworld
Thanks for tagging me, bitch.
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Tagging: @dothwrites and @athenastar LOVE YOU GUYS
Thank you for the tag @wapjackles 💓!!!
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Tagging: @smiledean @chaoticdean @wormstacheangel @sunshine-jack (no pressure tags💛)
I know I'm not tagged but I wanna do this!
coffee shop or flower shop • alternative universe or fix-it • enemies to lovers or childhood friends • angst or fluff • love at first sight or pining • modern au or historical au • soulmate or unrequited • fake dating or secret dating • breakup and makeup or proposals and weddings • get together or established relationship • oblivious pining or domestic fluff • hurt/comfort or crack • meet the parent or meet cute
Both domestic fluff and oblivious pining 😌❤️
Tell me your choices! @evermoredeancas @sxlcouthgeek @basicallyafangirlsworld @shellhead3k
Thanks for the tag!
coffee shop or flower shop • alternative universe or fix-it • enemies to lovers or childhood friends • angst or fluff • love at first sight or pining • modern au or historical au • soulmate or unrequited • fake dating or secret dating • breakup and makeup or proposals and weddings • get together or established relationship • oblivious pining or domestic fluff • hurt/comfort or crack • meet the parent or meet cute
Both for breakup and makeup or proposals and weddings because I just can't choose lmao
Tagging : @potterlockedspn @proudheller @basicallyafangirlsworld
Thanks for the tag!
coffee shop or flower shop • alternative universe or fix-it • enemies to lovers or childhood friends • angst or fluff • love at first sight or pining • modern au or historical au • soulmate or unrequited • fake dating or secret dating • breakup and makeup or proposals and weddings • get together or established relationship • oblivious pining or domestic fluff • hurt/comfort or crack • meet the parent or meet cute
Tagging: @dothwrites and @athenastar
Texting my sleep-drunk best friend @sxlcouthgeek at 2:30 and this is what we end up with. We are iconic and are clearly meant for great things in life, I will take no criticism. Also, who wants an edit of Ramen Bolton and Jambalaya Baratheon?
I'm a genius I know @potterlockedspn. You love me.
As much as John Winchester loved Dean. 🙄 @sxlcouthgeek
Texting my sleep-drunk best friend @sxlcouthgeek at 2:30 and this is what we end up with. We are iconic and are clearly meant for great things in life, I will take no criticism. Also, who wants an edit of Ramen Bolton and Jambalaya Baratheon?
My entire existence is over
An entire era is coming to an end. Half of the ship I poured all of my hopes and expectations into is gone. I got the confession I wanted and then had it all rudely snatched away. I watched fetus Dean and Sam grow up, die like a million times, return, lose everyone they love and literally go to hell and back. But I'm fine. I'm definitely not rewatching the older episodes of Supernatural and having a mini breakdown. Not watching the Destiel scenes in the earlier seasons, remembering an innocent girl who squealed at every eye contact. Definitely, definitely not remembering the family created within Team Free Will, and how Dean and Sam are the only ones left now, just like in the beginning. What do you mean I'm crying, YOU'RE crying! I'M COMPLETELY FINE, THERE'S JUST A LOT OF DUST AROUND AND I HAVE ALLERGIES, LEAVE ME ALONE!
Update: So this was a fucking joke and anytime now, the actual episode is gonna be released. No, you don't understand, I gave my ENTIRE LIFE TO THESE CHARACTERS. I defended the show to death, clowned and shipped and fell for the queerbaiting every single time, and after 15×18, HAD THE AUDACITY TO ARGUE THAT CAS WOULD BE BACK IN THE FINAL EPISODE. They were playing us all along. They had these amazing actors who literally brought the characters to life, and they made these actors fall victim to lazy writing? All the character development that had been seen in the four members of Team Free Will was simply thrown away in the f*nal? They simply turned the characters into a parody of who they were? AND THEY RAISED THE EXPECTATIONS OF THE FANS FOR THIS? Honestly, SPN writers are that ex who keeps letting you down but you keep taking them back. I need therapy and anger management (and the addresses of all the writers for purely innocent reasons, of course), so um. Yeah. *dies violently*
My entire existence is over
An entire era is coming to an end. Half of the ship I poured all of my hopes and expectations into is gone. I got the confession I wanted and then had it all rudely snatched away. I watched fetus Dean and Sam grow up, die like a million times, return, lose everyone they love and literally go to hell and back. But I'm fine. I'm definitely not rewatching the older episodes of Supernatural and having a mini breakdown. Not watching the Destiel scenes in the earlier seasons, remembering an innocent girl who squealed at every eye contact. Definitely, definitely not remembering the family created within Team Free Will, and how Dean and Sam are the only ones left now, just like in the beginning. What do you mean I'm crying, YOU'RE crying! I'M COMPLETELY FINE, THERE'S JUST A LOT OF DUST AROUND AND I HAVE ALLERGIES, LEAVE ME ALONE!
Phil: You seriously have a fan account...dedicated to...my eyelash?
Dan (aggressively hiding his and Phil's mobiles): nO wHy WoUlD yOu ThInK tHaT
Imagine your otp, lol.
Another glimpse into the wonderful world of me and @selcouthgeek coz SHE DOESN'T FUCKING SLEEP.
But this is totally an "imagine your otp" scenario 😂
RANDOM CONVERSATIONS BETWEEN ME AND MY BEST FRIEND (ABOUT THIS GIF)
Me: Poetry? Is that what they're calling it nowadays?
Me: But children, remember to protect your eyes before reading poetry
B/f: You need to protect other things too, children
Me: And don't read too much or you'll exhaust yourself...or scar your best friends
B/f: In that case it'd be safe to join a "book club" to read poetry, right?
Me: Yes of course. And go to the librorgy
Sorry, @selcouthgeek , we are just too iconic to remain in my dms 😂
Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
“You’d be surprised”, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely “men can’t be raped” anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.
Yowch, disgusting.
If I don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead.
Always reblog this
If you Dont reblog this if u see it then i cant call u my friend
IF ANYONE TELLS ME THAT MEN CAN’T BE VICTIMS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND RAPE, I AM SICKENED BY THEIR MERE PRESENCE ON MY BLOG.
If you disagree with me, unfollow my blog, block me and never look at my blog again.
If you want to debate about this or send anon’s about this, I will reply but your actions have consequences.
Out of 19000+ followers I have, only one of you actually reblogged about this issue, yet a lot of you have reblogged and liked a picture by playboy about catcalling and that how men should never do it.
Additionally, I have received abuse in my ask box (which I will be answering when I can) and threats. In particular death threats and rape threats.
I can see the real problem here already. Male domestic violence and rape is just invisible in our society because we don’t want to talk about this because it just damages the status quo of this fucking website.
I’m a male victim of child sexual abuse. We matter. Please, reblog this.
If you don't reblog this, you are definitely a human being, because you are not humane.
Cas using Enochian pick-up lines on oblivious Dean. Dean doesn't get them, Cas feels rejected each time, and Sammy is done with it all! Can I have that fic, pretty please?
ah, this has been sitting here for a WHILE, so i’m sorry that i’m trash
lost in translation
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It begins when Dean is pathetically trying to impress his crush.
Or at least that would be Sam’s take, if Dean cared enough to ask him.
Dean would rather say that it began with a simple misunderstanding, one which could happen to anyone.
He doesn’t ask Cas’ opinion of the situation (and Cas would say that’s the whole crux of the problem).
Whoever has the correct perspective, no one would argue about the beginning of the affair. It starts one afternoon when Dean is contemplating switching Sam’s creamer with buttermilk, just for a break in the monotony. Cas is with him in the library, his customary suit and coat exchanged for a hoodie and a comfortable looking pair of jeans which Dean suspects used to belong to him (there’s something vaguely familiar about that hole in the knee, and it wouldn’t be the first time Cas has pilfered his room for clothing; several of Dean’s shirts have ended up upon the angel’s body. Cas always seems perplexed when Dean calls him on his thievery, plucking at the shirt with faint confusion--Oh this? I found this down in the laundry room a few days ago and thought it looked familiar, do you want it back? And the question is phrased so forlornly that Dean can’t help but allow Cas to steal another article of clothing out from under his very nose.). Cas dresses down these days. And slouches. Right now, his chin is in danger of disappearing into his chest. The sight delights Dean. There for a while, he hadn’t been sure Cas was capable of relaxing.
It’s an overwhelmingly quiet afternoon. It’s nice, because Dean loves to spend time with Cas when there’s no imminent blood or monsters on their horizons, but it’s also boring. Dean sneaks a glance at Cas over the top of his book. Cas seems perfectly content to sit all day reading some godawful thick, leather bound tome. Dean finds himself less than content, but he doesn’t want to leave Cas. He sighs, shifting in his seat as he pretends to read. After a few more minutes, he sighs again, this time with a little more spite in the sound.
(Dean’s about three seconds away from kicking his feet and whining I’m bored, but Cas doesn’t need to know that.)
Cas mutters under his breath. Dean recognizes the guttural syllables of Enochian, which is Cas’ go-to language for when he’s saying something hateful and he doesn’t want to get called out on it. Tough luck for him, though, because Dean’s heard one of those words enough to parse its meaning.
“Did you just call me stupid?” he demands, slapping his book down on the arm of the chair.
Castiel looks at him, his eyes wide with surprise. “You...understood that?” he asks. “You understand Enochian?”
Not in the slightest, is what Dean should say. He understands one word, and that’s only because Cas uses it enough as an insult that it managed to stick in his mind. But something that looks like fondness, and admiration, and other nice adjectives which Dean would like Cas to apply to him, shines at the edges of Cas’ eyes. So he rolls his eyes a little bit (the audacity of Cas! Asking him if he bothered to study something which was not strictly required!) and scoffs, “Uh, kind of hard not to at this point, you know, what with...” He waves his hand at Cas, hoping that the vagueness of the gesture will cover a multitude of sins.
And really, he should come clean. If the past fifteen years have taught him anything, it’s that nothing good comes from lying to your nearest and dearest. But this is just a little white lie. Like when he was sixteen and he told Brandy Fletcher he could play a rocking drum solo, because he wanted to impress her and there was no way he would ever be called upon to perform such a task. This is just a little fib, made so that Cas doesn’t think he’s a fucking idiot.
Plus, there’s something which looks horribly similar to gratitude shining in Cas’ eyes. The emotion brims over until those baby blues can hardly contain it, and Cas looks so goddamned happy. Dean’s not a monster. He’s not going to take that away from Cas just so he can come clean with a Gotcha! moment.
Cas bites at his lower lip, looking uncommonly shy. Worry starts to stir in Dean’s gut, which is only compounded when Cas says something else in soft yet clear Enochian. As the new phrase doesn’t have the word stupid anywhere in it, Dean doesn’t have the slightest idea of what Cas is saying. The guilt squirming in his stomach gets worse when Cas looks at him, with gentle anticipation, as though he’s expecting a reply. Dean does what humans have been doing since the beginning of time when confronted with a language they don’t understand and smiles, wide and sunny, at Cas. Cas’ forehead creases but he returns the gesture. His eyes are still brimming over with emotion and the sight does something to Dean.
Dean begins to suspect that he may have started something which he is not equipped to finish.
worried Dean @ Cas: “I’m not bothering you, am I?”
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It’s a widely accepted tenet in the art department that Castiel Novak is a genius.
Dean first hears rumors of Novak’s skills when he’s a freshman. He doesn’t believe them at first. He suspects they’re overblown by groupies who are too interested in trying to get into Novak’s pants (not that Dean can blame them: with his shock of dark hair, ice-blue eyes, and delicate scrollwork of tattoos spiraling up his arms to disappear under the sleeves of his very tight t-shirts, Novak is a walking wet dream). Then, at the end of his freshman year, he’s busy setting up the annual art show when a piece catches his attention.
At first glance, the painting is deceptively simple. A shadowed figure stands in the center of the canvas, his arms raised up to the sky. Around him are swirls of red, black, and gold, somehow blending into one color in the background. The more Dean looks, the more ambiguity he finds in the painting. Are the swirls of gold lifting the figure up or restraining him? Is the figure fading into the black or breaking free? Is the red coming from him or is he drawing it in? Are his hands raised in supplication or defiance?
Dean loses track of how many minutes he spends staring at the painting, admiring the shading, the color, the symbolism. Transfixed, he reaches out to touch at the rough surface of the painting before he recalls himself and snaps his hand back to his side.
“You can touch it if you want.”
Dean whirls around at the deep voice, his eyes widening when he sees Castiel Novak standing behind him, hands tucked deep into his pockets. Castiel raises a pierced eyebrow at him.
“Seriously. Go ahead.”
Dean shakes his head, aware of Castiel’s reputation. “I can’t…we’re not allowed to disturb the artwork–”
Castiel’s mouth twists and Dean doesn’t know whether he’s angry or deprecatory. “Well, I’m the artist, and I say you can.”
Castiel’s eyes rest heavily on him. Dean swallows, his heart picking up a rhythm that seems attached to the flick of Castiel’s tongue over his lower lip. Hand shaking, he reaches out to brush his fingers over the textured canvas.
“It’s rough,” Castiel says from right behind him (when the hell did he get that close?), “because becoming is always rough.”
And that’s how Dean Winchester decided Castiel Novak was a genius.
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