#I like to imagine Dean is winking at Cas  #as Sam ships and approves in the background

That is a nice thought.

yes but HOW 

Series finale: Sam is awakened by a noise, his eyes are directed abruptly to his left where his girlfriend Jessica sleeps, he exhales, relieved, when he is greeted by her sunny locks by his side. He rubs his eyes as he remembers the unbelievably vivid dream he just had, ten full years of his life had passed, his girlfriend, family and friends had died. He had kept his hair longer than his legs. It all was awful. 

Crash. He runs towards the door, upsetting Jess’ slumber. A shadow is spotted. Enraged and scared, he attacks the intruder only to find out, wide eyed, that it is in fact his brother. The brother he hasn’t seen in years. The brother he left behind to seek serenity. Suddenly, he knows. It is all happening. Should his brother tell him their father is in danger, it would all be true. The dream would cease being so, it would be a reality. To Sam’s demise, he does. 

“Dad’s on a hunting trip. He hasn’t been home in a few days.” Says the intruder, whose name is Dean. Sam understands the true meaning of that sentence.

He stands tall, calm. He will not suffer that supernatural fate, he has seen it already.

Following a deep sigh, he answers. “Who the fuck cares”.

A post about romantic relationships

so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.

And its not really like that, at least not to me.

You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.

Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.

 In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep. 

Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.

There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together. 

You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one. 

Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.

But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.

And I love that.

This

This is so real. And so much better than a fairytale.

Dean finds the mirror of the erised and as he looks into it he sees Cas step up behind him. “Oh, Cas, I was just-” he whirls around but Cas isn’t there. He turns back to the mirror confused as he watches Cas slide his hand into his. He can almost feel the weight of his hand in his as he watches Cas smooth a delicate finger over the gold wedding band on his finger. x

This overwhelms me more than I can say

Barack Obama singing the Pokémon theme song

WHO KEEPS MAKING THESE

Whoever it is, don’t stop

So You Want To Make a Character..

I’ve got a few generators you can use.

Need some clothes?

Need an Appearance idea?

Need some details and shit like that?

You thought I was done? Nope. Motha. Fuckin. Names.

Items. Yeah. You heard me.

Other shit.

You bet your ass I will continue to update this. If you’ve got something I should add to this hmu. Now, go forth! Make characters and live yo life. UPDATE: Added more shit everywhere.

Why do I find this so funny 😂 

owl: [in a wheezing voice] “drugs?”

lady: “no we’re-we’re ok.”

owl: “drugs?”

lady: “this is awkward. no thank you.”

owl: “DRUGS?”

lady: “who in- who invited-” 

ohm Y GO D IS THIS EVEN REAL

These vines are my life

THE LAST ONE KILLED ME

*loud screaming*

I am peeing myself