#davidmonday

[moistvonlipwig]

if you had a dream about sausage trying to kill you

it would be your wurst nightmare

[raggedywings]

HAAAAAPPPPPYYYYY BIIIIIIIRTHDAY YOU WONDERFUL GIRL!!! :D :D :D hope you have the best day!! ever!!!! <33

EIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII THANK U BBY I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER TOO <33

[raggedywings]

davidmonday replied to your post: carry-on-my-wayward-butt ...

hot compress for a few days should do the trick! i’ve been cursed with so many sties in the past ugh not fun. feel better soon! :)

okie dokie! I've have 3 so far but i never treated the 2 before :( and now i know

finding-my-constant replied to your post: i have a goddamn stye on ...

I saw on the Doctors tv show that if you cut a potato in half, warm it up and cover it in a cloth then hold it on your eye for a while, multiple times a day it can help… even though it sounds weird. haha

omg that is weird haha. i don't have any potatoes lying around tho

[augovibavuouwibvw]

samantha i just took out your braid and it was so cute but it was a pain in the ass to pull apart. thanks for the hair attention

[augovibavuouwibvw]

heyyyaaa betsy i don’t know if my other ask went through (or maybe you’re not even online and it’s just your queue i’m seeing? ahh) but if it didn’t, or even if it did, here’s a picture of puppies with birthday hats!!! sorry again for being super lame and missing your actual birthday but <33333 i hope you’re wonderful, i know you are <333333 <33 <3

[icovetyourskulls]

Cas wakes up at four in the morning to the sound of Dean plucking at his guitar, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed. The window across from him is open and moonlight alights on the freckles covering his shoulders and the bridge of his nose. Cas doesn’t recognize what Dean’s humming and singing, almost believes in his sleep-muddled mind that the words might not even be in English. But then as consciousness overtakes him and wipes away the cobwebs clinging to him from his dreams, he realizes that Dean is singing nonsensical words anyway.

“Sorry for waking you up.” Dean says when Cas props himself up and presses his nose into the dip of Dean’s shoulder.

“It’s fine.” Cas replies. He watches Dean’s fingers move along the strings for a few minutes, comfortable and warm where his chest meets Dean’s back.

“Are you taking requests?”

He can’t exactly see it, but something about the way Dean’s shoulders lift slightly clues Cas in to the fact that Dean’s smiling.

“Anything for you, darlin’.”

Cas rolls his eyes.

“The Isley Brothers.” He says, and when he hears Dean groan he stifles his laughter against Dean’s neck.

“I’m not singing Shout at three in the morning, Cas.”

“I’m sorry, Dean, I believe your exact words were ‘anything for you, darlin’.” Cas replies, easy. Dean turns his head to shoot an unamused glance Cas’s way and Cas takes the opportunity to press a quick kiss against Dean’s chin.

“You can sing Shout, or you can sing Desolation Row. Your choice.”

Cas hears and feels Dean’s sigh.

“I have the worst boyfriend ever.” Dean mutters, not bothering to hide his grin, and then he starts in on Shout.

[icovetyourskulls]

i just want to kill sam with busker au stuff why is that such a difficult thing to do

[augovibavuouwibvw]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMANTHA!!!! to the kindest and coolest and sassiest to her baby, to my sister in feminism and comrade in weeping over algebra, to the wise and free-spirited chick with a killer haircut, i hope all your birthday wishes came true!!!

sorry this is late ;w; cas isnt eating the burger, but there are def some affectionate glances being exchanged. it is a start.

i took the liberty of making your furbsona. i hope you dont mind. you make a beautiful furby (◡‿◡✿)