#riiiiight?

[chiariuchiha]

How many meetings can someone miss before the reason they’ve missed them becomes a target?

Hypothetically… asking for a friend.

[chemicalarospec]

well the good thing about college is that my grades don't matter as long as i pass the class. and also they have free (limited) counseling.

[decked-out-2-ravagers]

rat anon here again… so you know that second fish I gave you? looked like this: >^⋗

u said it looked like a shark, and. uh. well, I think it might have grown up now. and I think you might’ve been right.

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Aww yeah, that lovely lil eldritch creatur- oh wait WHAT

(sounds of ravagers running away can be heard in the distance)

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[secondbeatsongs]

do you think my boss would let me put a thongophone on company property

[apieceofsushi]

you know what i’m just gonna stand over here and not ask how he got some of that information 😐 i get twilight is a spy and stuff and that’s his job but if someone had that information on any random person i’d become paranoid — seriously i’d be surprised if edgar here didn’t soil his pants

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

i’ve decided to write the story that i wanted the spn finale to give me, the parallel of dean saving cas from hell, and i don’t actually have a real plan because i’m terrible at plots, but i’m excited enough about the concept that i think i can make it up as i go. that’s how destiel works, right?

here’s a tidbit to hopefully get y’all hyped too:

“Chuck was able to yank Lucifer out of the Empty, why can’t you just do the same thing for Cas?”

“It’s the deal he made,” Jack said, and his face was agonized enough that Dean pinched his lips shut. “Cas consented to be taken. He… he belongs to the Empty now.”

A sick feeling roiled in Dean's stomach, tightened the back of his throat like he might puke. Cas had fought for so long just to be free from control, free to make his own choices and live his own life, and the thought of the angel being imprisoned in a lightless cage, at the mercy of a very angry cosmic entity, filled Dean with hot, panicked urgency. 

Dean’s hands curled into helpless fists. “Well, then just - just pop me into the Empty so I can find Cas and get him to unconsent!”

“Nothing human can exist in the Empty,” Jack immediately replied, shaking his head. “It would just - spit you back out, and probably kill you in the process.” 

“Then -” Dean pulled in a deep breath. Made his choice. “Then make me not human.”

“Dean!” Sam interjected, but Dean didn’t have the patience for this conversation here and now.

“You’d do it,” Dean said roughly. His eyes swung over to pin his little brother with a look of raw desperation. “For Eileen. You’d do it for her.”

Sam’s mouth fell open as he rocked back on his heels, as astonishment scrawled over his face, but he didn’t say anything else.

“You want me to… turn you into an angel?” Jack said, and hell, it was a tiny bit satisfying to be able to shock God himself. 

Dean shifted, and admittedly, he hesitated for a second. This was… fuck, he didn’t want to do this. Michael’s possession of his body was still a pink-skinned scar on Dean’s soul, and what Dean really wanted now, more than anything, was just to be fucking normal. And normalcy was right beyond their fingertips with Chuck brought down, but the fact was, there would be no such thing as normal, much less happy, without Cas.

Nobody came up with another suggestion in Dean’s moment of hesitation, and Cas’s blood was still burning a hole through his shoulder, despite the jacket bearing the angel’s handprint currently hanging in his closet. Dean could still feel it pressing on his skin.

He nodded once. “If that’s what it takes to get Cas back.”

[swan2swan]

She’s coping as well as any of us. 

[sunqyu]

seems like I'm being sucked into the txt-hole today. oh well.