#kvincsky

[oceanswife]

things I was thankful for yesterday: food, family, anime, my hair cooperating for once, Pray by Sam Smith, discovering that this filter actually makes me photogenic, etc.

[shirosucc]

#shklance#the cat is lance --> i'M IN FCUKIN TEARS T HANK S

@phaltu zanothy this is your fault

[clawsfangs]

i hope good things happen to you all the time because you are my sunshine

thats gay and i love u so much 

[alissamarietart]

Happy halloween from the doggos! Lily is the unicorn and Mandy is the bee.

[antivancoffeelover]

What if the stars lied? The stories woven between them could be nothing but the deranged whispers of gods never named. It could be that the vast openness of the night sky mocks those who should dare to touch it.

Castiel closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He has trained for this job since infancy, but he can't say if he'll ever be ready. Of all star groups to be assigned, he gets the Winchester cluster. The spirits of ancient hunters from a race of half-giants, their victories and defeats are commemorated so far above the heads of those they've protected.

Worn leather keeps Castiel's hands warm as wind whips through the field and pushes against him. He'll have to come out another time to visit these spirits. Unless he wants to freeze to death, of course. If he can't get the spirits to speak to him he might consider it.

Guardian after guardian has tried for generations before him. Other stars will fall from the sky and take their place on Earth to guide their worshippers. The Winchesters haven't taken form in as long as anyone can remember.

Castiel follows the stars with his eyes. He knows each story and each name, and has studied every piece of art to go along with them.

He knows, though, that it takes more than petty loyalty to bring stars out of the sky.

[kcvinsky]

gansey: why, ronan? why? ronan: why am i sleeping with kavinsky? gansey: is it a pity thing? gansey: is he sick? gansey: are you working for the government? gansey: damn it, he’s holding you against your will, isn’t he? gansey: if he is holding you against your will, blink twice. ronan: ... gansey: blink twice. gansey: are you tired of being turned on? gansey: hmm. you have a freckle fetish? gansey: is he huge? ronan: ... gansey: i’m sorry. let me rephrase that. gansey: is he huge?

[archangcl-blog1]

-arrives 3 months late with a pumpkin spice latte- hello

[1kavinsky]

For New Year's the pack throw a small party in K's basement. K wants to do something big, but Proko convinces him to keep it small for just them. Skov gets so drunk he ends up giving swan a lap dance if it's more like swan holding him upright while he sways around in swan's lap. Jiang watches the ball drop like he does every year on K's giant tv while K and Proko smoke out and then end up making out under 40 blankets bc they're both always cold

talented brilliant incredible amazing showstopping spectacular