#frostingthecake

[back-in-wyoming]

frostingthecake replied to your post:I’ve been thinking… my voice is finally better and...

DEMONS.

*squints eyes* Hm. I'm starting to think a lot of you are fans of Imagine Dragons.... 

[saltingcircles]

frostingthecake replied to your post “rant ignore me [[MOR] Goddddd I really hate freshman. Like, we had...”

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NOT YOU KATE ILY I MEAN JUST THE ANNOYING ONES IN MY BAND NO NO SHH

[jjesperr]

Hello. Welco to my blog, caramel chocolates are complimentary. :)

Thank you. *eats the whole plate*

[saltingcircles]

Hella, you little shit.

Hella/Blog Rate:

URL- say what | meh | hella | hella rad | WHO DID YOU KILL

ICON - i don’t do selfies | meh | hella | hot dayum | I’M GOING TO DIE

THEME - meh | hella | hella rad | tag your porn  |  WHERE DID YOU GET IT I WANT ONE

POSTS - not my thing | meh | hella | hella rad | AGGRESSIVELY REBLOGS EVERYTHING

RATE: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8| 9 | 10

FOLLOW : no(t yet)| I am now | No shit | COME RULE HELL WITH ME

You Little Shit/Compliment:

Every time I see your icon I'm like "aw kitty cat" cuz it's the cutest thing ever ok

Want this?

[back-in-wyoming]

Castiel has nightmares full of comets falling to earth and thousands of angels filling the atmosphere. They bear down on him, suffocate him, and he fights to wake up, struggles because there's something burning in his throat and invading his lungs. When he does wake up, he's wide eyed and gasping, fingers clutching at the sheets. It takes him all of a few seconds to realize he's not under their bodies, their grace, their hate, and he's reaching for something solid.  He whimpers at the feel of an arm sliding across the top of his back to his side where a hand grips to pull him close to a warm chest. Castiel buries his face into Sam, squeezes his eyes shut, and tries his best not to break down completely as the other sits up and situates him on his lap.  "It's ok- It's ok, Cas, I got you-"  Sam rocks Castiel slow, uses his other hand to run through his hair.  "Just breathe, ok? Keep breathing, you're doing fine-"  Whether or not Sam was sleeping or not, doesn't matter. He knows that when Castiel is reaching for him things are bad so even if he is sleeping he automatically reaches out because Castiel needs to be told to inhale, to come back from it, otherwise he won't do either.  There are days Castiel doesn't know what he'd do without Sam.  So Castiel concentrates on the hunter's warmth. He wraps his arms around his waist, aims to get his lungs working properly, and doesn't move for the longest time. They stay locked like that with Sam cradling him and eventually it gets to the point where he lays back against the headboard allowing for Castiel to straddle his hips and remain glued to Sam for the rest of the night with his head tucked under Sam's chin. 

[back-in-wyoming]

Castiel wakes up first some mornings and when he does, he makes coffee. His is sugary sweet, light, and the smell of it eventually wakes Sam up. He's groggy, his hair is messy, but he comes into the kitchen to find Castiel flitting around until Sam shuffles up behind him and drapes himself over the other. He presses his lips to the back of Castiel's head, breathing warm through his nose, eyes shut and Castiel leans into the touch, hands on Sam's arm that he strokes with his thumb. 

[back-in-wyoming]

frostingthecake replied to your post:Does anyone want to send me fluffy Sastiel head...

I’ll do the thing!

You will? Yaaaaay =w= tonight is all about the fluff

[darthrrevan]

frostingthecake replied to your post “proof I belong in a fellowship: I could totally eat nothing but lembas...”

I volunteer as tribute

okay seven more spots in Revan's Fellowship with No Quest