#youareseen

[relatablejoe]

 Maybe no one noticed how heavy it’s been for you — but you’re not carrying it alone. There’s a God who sees every tear, hears every whisper, and walks with you through the storm. Hold on. You are seen. You are loved.

[fictionsbypandorakiin]

REMEMBER, REMEMBER, THE 5TH OF NOVEMBER.

Coming Soon(ish) in Dripping Wings & Heavy Things

Photography by danthedanimal | DA | P | R | S6

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Warning! Explicit Content Ahead!

Excerpt:

Cas opened the motel room door and walked in, grinning and laughing. Setting down the white grocery bag Missi Missouri had sent them away with—cheap Tupperware filled with meals enough to last another day—on the table in front of the window, he shed his coat. Dean came in a few steps behind him, dancing through the door, fresh from Broadway, his voice playing around with the final bars of a song that hadn’t finished before the radio in the car went dead with the killing of the engine.

“...I would walk five hundred miles, an’ I would walk five hundred more, just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to fall down at yooour doooor...” The accent was awful, the pitch slightly off, but the feeling and meaning every word was all there. Dean had quickly figured out that Castiel couldn’t keep a straight face being on the receiving end of him at his most impishly charming; being serenaded was doing the trick friggin’ beautifully. Cas stood there, back toward him, one hand on his hip, shaking his head and trying to restrain his laughter as he cradled his face in hand. Dean dropped his arms to his sides, letting them swing, grinning and laughing at his own foolery as much as Castiel’s reaction. He closed and locked the door behind him.

Less than a step inside the room, Cas turned on his heel and closed on him, looking ready to swallow him whole. It occurred to Dean he’d probably looked at a few apple pies almost the same way. He tossed the keys at the two-seater tabletop—and missed. Probably had something to do with the fact that Cas had already captured his lips, and he’d closed his eyes just as the keychain took flight. His backside hit the wall first, hard enough to bounce his hips forward, making it immediately obvious there was something hot and hard waiting for him under the angel’s clothing. If he was reading this right, Cas seemed determined to have him—all of him—again today. His body—his cock, specifically—was sayin’, ‘fuckin’ Hell yeah’, his good sense on the other hand...

“Cas—” Shut down by a kiss. “Cas—” he breathed into the angel’s lips.

“Yes?” the seraph asked, lacking the breath to say it with any kind of force. Dean hesitated, so he kissed the man again, breathing him in at the same time; the smell of a backyard fire’s smoke, barbecue fried burgers, bread, butter and cornmeal, onion, cheese, condiments, jerk chicken, maple ice cream, good beer, orange zest, and whiskey. All this and every little thing that went into them colored the already delicious taste and scent of the eager human being in his grasp.

“Cas.” Dean opened his eyes, kissing the angel back when kissed, though not with the same heated intensity.

Castiel laid a kiss on him that was nothing if not an apology. “You’re unwilling?”

Dean looked down on him with disbelief. The friggin’ vocabulary on this guy... “Unwilling...? Heh. No. Haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“I know. Your thoughts are very...” Cas cocked his head to one side while he paused, considering his word choice. “loud.” Dean’s lilting, darkly mischievous laughter sent a shiver down Castiel’s back, over his arse, and down his leg.

Despite the lack of space between them, Castiel’s hand slipped down there—calmly pulling belt tongues free of buckles, prongs out of their holes—his gaze wandering from looking Dean in the eye to lingering on his lips. Dean’s breath left him for half a minute; approximately the amount of time it took Cas to have their belts and waist buttons undone, zippers down, and a couple of his shirt buttons undone from the bottom up. Some adjusting and their penises stood comfortably underneath their underwear, side-by-side between them.

Dean snapped his eyes open, surprised he was unaware he’d closed them, simply enjoying the feeling of being undressed, taking in breath softly and unsteadily. That Cas had watched and delighted in every minute expression that showed momentarily on his face didn’t faze him in the slightest.

He shook his head and marginally looked away from Castiel. His expression turned troubled. “Do you have any pain, ’round back?”

The fingers of Cas’ busy hand walked around his waist, staying still behind him on his loin for a few seconds. Then the angel flattened his hand onto his skin and held him close with a grasp that allowed for no space between their pelvises as he rhythmically whet their cocks, grinding himself into Dean. “Mild,” the seraph replied as evenly as he could with how ragged his breathing already was.

Dean scoffed. Relative to what? Thousands of years in the Empty, and Dean had the distinct impression Castiel wasn’t the screaming sort. He looked Cas in the eyes again. “I’m not goin’ there again for a few days,” he said, pressing his tongue into the sharp tip of one of his top teeth as Cas ground their hips together hard. Refraining was going to be as hard as going without. “You need to recover. No pain.”

Cas’ nod was minute but genuinely accepting. He kissed Dean’s open lips. Dean needed no prompting to drop his jaw and let the angel’s tongue past his teeth, letting himself be kissed deeply. Worrying about threading his arms underneath Cas’ clothing, Dean held the angel tight against him, the skin at their groins superheating with no space between their bodies. Shifting how he stood was enough movement to light him up, setting his own enthusiasm loose. He was smiling, chuckling, and kissing Cas at the same time. Dizzy... feeling a liiittle dizzy. Dean took the breath he was shy on. If it hadn’t been a foregone conclusion before, it was now; he needed to paint the angel’s stomach white before settling down to sleep.

The seraph started to outright Cheshire grin the moment the thought crossed his mind.

Dean started snickering. “Hey now, sinning’s my department, angel.”

“Tonight, the ‘helping hand’ is mine,” Castiel asserted, his tone as dark as it was smooth. He quickly shed his jacket and shirt, bared chest butting up against Dean’s, as he insisted, “You’re overdressed, and so am I.”

Clear of his own clothing, Cas’ burning hands went up under Dean’s tee shirt as Dean stood forward from the wall for clearance enough to pull his plaid off over his head. As the tee shirt’s neck stretched around and over his jaw and nose, his lips parted, and he took in the breath he’d been forgetting to take. Watching Dean’s chest heave that way was swiftly becoming one of Cas’ favorite things to see his body do. Add it to the fucking list of things about the man that made him utterly weak.

[relatablejoe]

Some seasons of healing feel like tiny, shaky steps—and that’s okay. You’re not failing. Each small breath, each gentle choice to keep going, is progress. He meets you right where you are, walks beside you, and calls your slow steps victory. If today you’re moving quietly through pain or trying again after hard days, know you’re seen and loved. ❤️

[relatablejoe]

 We’re all wired for connection. A kind word, a warm hug, a shoulder to lean on — these small gifts change everything. Today, reach out, say “you matter,” and make someone’s day sweeter. ❤️🌟

[reztor-restoration]

💛 R U OK? Day 💛 A simple question can truly make a world of difference. Today, and every day, take a moment to check in with the people around you. 🗣️ It’s more than just asking “R U OK?” — it’s about listening with care and offering genuine support. 💬❤️ Together, let’s create conversations that could change or even save a life. 🙌

[the-silent-voices]

low self-esteem doesn’t come out of nowhere. it starts when no one listens when no one comes when you're always the last pick it lingers in unread messages birthdays missed and friendships that fade quietly it deepens when you remember everyone but no one remembers you it tells you — don’t hope don’t speak up don’t expect too much but sometimes, it lies someone did notice you someone remembers your laugh someone misses you someone remembers how you made them feel less alone you are not invisible we are all small pieces of the puzzle maybe you forget people too maybe you miss touse little things too overlook the beauty of the moment and that’s ok. that’s not failure that’s being human

[rosevinecottagegirls]

"I see you", I see your worth, your meaning, your tears, and struggles. I see you for you, and I care. Give us eyes to really see those arou

[thebestloveletter]

God loves the person that is you... all the time!

Have you ever wondered if God sees you? See you in your day-to-day? When life is not going well, we tend to reflect and ask the questions that matter most—sometimes wondering if we'll ever get an answer. But I'm here to tell you that he does. He not only sees you, he loves you! Just as you are.

The religious leaders in Jesus' time did not get it either. When they saw Jesus spending time with "sinners," they could not believe it nor accept it. In response, Jesus told them the parable of the lost sheep.

One day, a shepherd who had one hundred sheep lost one. He then left the ninety-nine and went searching for the one. After finding it, he picked it up, placed it on his shoulders, and took it back home. When he got home, he called his friends and neighbors and asked them to celebrate with him because he had found his lost sheep! -Luke 15: 4-6

Jesus told them that it was the same with God in heaven. There is more joy in heaven over one sinner returning to God than the ninety-nine who did not sin. And Jesus, God in the flesh, is the rescuer (the good shepherd).

In short, God sees you. God loves you! But most of all, he is here to rescue you, put you on his shoulder, and carry you home. Won't you let him?

Read the full story in the bible: Luke 15: 1-7.