#canon again

[bettysgay]

Iwtv doesn’t need AUs. They’re probably already canon

[eulogisemeao3]

— this easy thing of sacrifice

— two snippets introducing you to louis, harry and sylvia for the @momrry-ficfest

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1.

Something small and fluffy catches his attention. Louis looks for it in alarm, sharp blue eyes flitting around until he hears slight purring.

There, curled on top of a pillow on the cream couch is a small cat. A kitten, perhaps, with silky white fur and a pink nose. It stares at him curiously as it lounges on its back.

When Harry returns, he watches the two of them wordlessly until the kitten catches wind of him. Then, she stretches onto her paws, prowling towards him. Perched on the edge of the couch, Harry carries her carefully in his arms, fingers gliding over her pristine coat as she nuzzles into him. He's changed, out of his trousers and in a new robe. Louis wonders what he's got on underneath, then burns when the cat yowls loudly, almost like she knows what he's thinking of.

Surprisingly, Harry breaks the silence. "This is Sylvia."

"Sylvia?"

What an odd name for a cat.

"Yeah," Harry nods, fingers rubbing under her chin. "Named after Plath. The writer."

2.

Eventually, there's nowhere else for Harry to turn. Rigid and poised like a statue, he stands at the edge of the treeline, overlooking the lake like the night before. Deja vu of some sort comes to mind.

"Harry, god," Louis takes in his clothes. Tan trousers resting upon prim black loafers, uncreased and brand new. Hours ago, they probably still had the tag on. What really makes Louis frown is his blouse. Garish, it is. Muted lilac, not grey but could be. Plissé chiffon that hangs loose off his arms, and rests upon his waist. The layers so thin, Louis can see the pale expanse of his skin underneath, if he were to touch he'd feel the heat radiating from his ribs; could press his palms over the jutted backbones and watch the blood drip. Louis can see the dark colouring of his nipples in the right lighting. It's absurd. The wind is no friend.

Louis wonders if this is how Harry gets his fun, playing with his life on the line. Dressing something so morbid in beautiful clothes; dressing for death. Does he count the days till the cold creeps in and cuts off air?

"What are you wearing? You'll catch your death in that!"

"Maybe I want to."

[humanoidmoth]

Was anybody going to tell me that Cas is Dean's (romantic) partner or was I going to have to read that on the Wikipedia page myself?

[itsaweirdday]

Salim: -talking about the vampires- Maybe we can talk in their language, communicate with them through this instrument.

Jason: Why would you talk with your enemy?

Salim:

Jason:

Jason: Yeah... let me help you with that

[casdeservesbetter99]

Back where we belong.

[somewherewebelongg]

I love this hahahaha

Supernatural is trending AGAIN

Destiel is canon AGAIN

[ablavalba]

Now tell me there’s a spanish version that fixes the fucking FINALE.

[shedontlovehuhself]

"Dean SMILES, and for the first time all season, he is HAPPY"

WTF am I supposed to do with that??!