#piningcas

[liminalmess]

hello friends i am back ;u;

[becausemisha]

Okay that's it we're gonna come together as a fandom and decide what to name the Osric/Misha friendship so I can tag things, okay?

I made a poll: http://www.poll-maker.com/poll74548xaeFD4506-3

Vote away!

Edit: incorporated some of Kara's suggestions here I just dun wanna erase the other one since some people have already voted.

[genvievepadalecki-blog]

piningcas replied to your post: does anyone have a gen tag they wouldn...

I have a Genevieve padalecki tag, a Jared x gen tag, and a padafamily tag!

//cries a lot i love everyone who has gen tags//

[thychesters]

au where dean loses a bet with his brother and his friend benny and bids on this guy cas in their school’s bid-a-basket auction and ends up winning ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿

[mshacollinsarchive]

i sense you are a fellow bitter cas!fan ~extends hand of solidarity toward you

Yes I am [grabs your hand and cries for a whole week]

[ofeons]

Sometimes I think about fallen!Castiel and Dean finally admitting their love for each other and having a few years of blissful peace and happiness where Dean teaches Castiel everything he can about the world from a human's perspective - only for Castiel to develop early onset Alzheimer's and start to forget his knowledge of Dean and therefore forget the world.

[ulquicrra]

Parks & Recreation // Snake Juice

[thychesters]

i sat with you, i remember, tracing our fingers through the dust on the windowpane. initials, you wrote, and i saw them before you scrubbed your fist across the glass.

you were tired, you said, but you were happy. content. i took your hand, counted the freckles on your knuckles and you sighed. i felt your hand in my hair, and you scoffed at the lack of grey there. i counted the lines around your eyes, the bright hues of green a stark contrast to the collar of your shirt.

so, you said. so, i said. this is it. you’n’me.

your brother had been gone for many years now, and you’d screamed at me, your voice broken and hoarse as you told me to bring him back to you. to us. we’d agreed to bury, not burn, and we’d left a dizzying array of wild flowers at his side. you’d cried as i told you his presence was there to say goodbye, and you’d buried your face in my chest when i told you he was gone and he was happy.

now then you sat, forehead pressed to my temple, breath stuttered and fingers twisting my sleeve. when i turned, your mouth was dry against mine and you hummed.

you twisted, knee between mine and hands settled upon my waist as mine pressed against your heartbeat. you said my name and i whispered yours, and then i cried as i let you go as well.