#so much emo

[tododorkies]

these panels… they really just speak for themselves.

[whiskeyveins]

What's your favourite album?

Currently feelin: Moose Blood - I'll Keep You In Mind, From Time to Time or The Hard Aches - Organs and Airports EP

[scotts-stretch-line]

You’re describing post-Sochi to a t. They’ve been there and done that. They’ve talked about how that separation during that period of their lives, made them realize how important they are to each other.

Haha in a way yes that’s definitely part of it. I think they really wanted to see themselves at their best together, and they got that with the last three years. They were on the same page the entire time and they took every advantage of wanting and striving for the same thing. That gave them so much power as a team. They fueled each other all the way to the top.

[one-shot-of-hemmo-blog]

5sos are playing a sold out MSG today, releasing a music video/song for a major movie, I’m meeting Panic! At The Disco and seeing them in concert for the first time tomorrow with my best friend, tomorrow is Luke’s 20th birthday, and next week is my SLFL show.

[wouriqueen]

JUST SAW DAWN OF JUSTICE! I'm so happy right now.

[brainheartpizza]

Cas' hands start to move, then. Angel of the lord for all of time, he knows of worship, and it is this that he shows Dean now, with his hands. They are so slow, and their pressure so light. Holding Dean's face. Lips, eyelids, lips, the touch of his fingers lighter than breath. He praises Dean with his hands, he adores. And Dean is frozen, frozen by the magnitude of his need for Castiel to keep touching him, frozen by how good it feels, frozen by fear that Cas will decide to stop and never start again. Maybe Dean is brave, but he cannot open his eyes. Maybe Dean is brave, but his heart is crystal, easily shattered, under Cas' touch. 

 But Cas is patient, he is gentle. His hands are slow, and deliberate, and they never, ever, leave Dean's body. Beautiful, tracing the veins of Dean's throat. Perfect, lacing his fingers into Dean's hands. So strong, following the contour of Dean's hips. Mine, wrapping his hands around Dean's waist. My love, burying his eyes in Dean's neck. And again and again. Heaven-throat, we are one- hands, so good-hips, need you-waist, love you- neck. Again, and again. Never get enough-have to have you-all of you-like breath-like air-my everything-soaring-golden-light-so bright-Dean-Dean-Dean-Dean, over, and over, until the ice holding Dean still melts, and Dean stirs, and it is to take Castiel's hand in his own and press it to his lips in a kiss that devastates Castiel with its need.

[brainheartpizza]

"I was light, before I came to you," he says softly, still stroking Dean's cheek, in fact content to do so forever, if Dean would allow it. 

"I was pure energy, and I was golden and I could move so fast. I was free, I soared." 

 So beautiful, Cas. Dean doesn't say this out loud. He feels his face warming. 

"When you prayed to me, I returned to my body, to come to you as fast as I could. And it was so heavy. So slow, stupid." 

 I just dragged you down. I always drag you down. Cas feels Dean's shame. 

Cas glares at him, narrow eyed. Never. Listen. 

"When I saw you were suffering... I would have turned myself to stone to stop it. I would have given you my grace until there was nothing left-" 

 Don't deserve- 

 LISTEN. 

"And then I touched you. And then I realized that when I was light, I wasn't soaring, I was chained to the earth with iron and coal. I wasn't free, I was confined to a tomb filled only with darkness. I wasn't weightless, I was made of black marble, cold as ice. That's how being made of light feels, compared to touching you." 

Silence

[brainheartpizza]

Forever

“I love you.” That’s what Cas said. One of the things he said. In there with “forever” and “always” and “I promise.” Cas had promised him his love (worship) forever (a billion years after the end of time). He had wrapped his grace around Dean and sworn it, sworn it forever, with his eyes open so wide. Cas was so certain. So sure. Everywhere his grace touched Dean the contact was love, and it was like diamond, just as bright, just as hard, uncompressable, unshatterable, unscratchable, indestructible. Forever.

But for Dean... Forever is too heavy. Forever is too hard. Forever is terrifying, because Forever gives Dean too much time to be an irrevocable asshole. Given forever, he will fail Cas, deceive him, hurt him, betray him. Cas' love is ethereal, celestial, glittering, perfect, and if he has forever, Dean will blacken it and drag it down out of the heavens into blood and gore and violence until it's not recognizable any more. Cas' promise was beautiful and it was sincere and perfect and it was terrifying. Dean needs another promise, a promise that can stand between him and forever, and take away some of the load. He has been promised forever, and it's not enough.