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you know how there are moonbeam girls? the soft ones with curves and a smile that makes everything feel safe. the ones you could hug all day and be warm forever. the ones who have those eyes that feel like coming home and a voice like a warm cup of tea and a blanket
and the sunshine girls? the ones who know themselves inside and out and are just comfortable in their own skin and make you feel wanted and beautiful because them even looking at you makes you feel special because they’re so amazing and how could someone that radiant even exist
and then the stardust girls? they’re just so ethereal and every way they move makes the world a little more brilliant and everything they do is perfect and makes you gasp because they’re too good for this world and they can’t possibly be human and there’s just so much in their mind and all you want is to climb inside and revel at their brilliance
and the galaxy girls? their laughter is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and when you make eye contact and they start to come towards you it’s like you finally know where you belong and they’re colorful and amazing and god how are they even here
and the sunset girls? all you really want is for them to hold you and sing to you and tell you stories because they have so much art in their souls aching to come out and all you want is to see them shine like you know they can because the world doesn’t deserve to see their creativity but god does it need to
girls are amazing and i love them
astroadvice
moonbeam: taurus, cancer sunshine: aries, leo, libra stardust: gemini, virgo, pisces galaxy: capricorn, aquarius sunset: scorpio, sagittarius
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Let’s play a game!
When you see this, reblog and add a Supernatural quote. No repeats!!
I’ll start:
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.
theflufwiththefandoms
I lost my shoe
Writing is hard
loufworld
Assbutt
i like to think it’s because of my perky nipples
Nipples???
chaos-and-the-calm67
Don’t objectify me.
I’m Not A Witch I’m A Nerd
Man, for some reason, I could really go for some pea soup
poe-also-bucky
Dude. Asia.
Get the hell off my property before I blast you so full of rock salt you crap margaritas
what do you want, giant?
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a little hell to raise.
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All my Dean girls reblog this please.
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C.R.Y.I.N.G
Summary: You and Dean were inseparable, more or less had been since you were 18. There was absolutely nothing in the world that could keep you away from him, or at least that’s what you thought. Pairing: DeanxReader Words: 3486 Warnings: Canon-divergence, language, angst AN: Part Two!!! I am hoping this is a good sequel. Y’all seemed to have loved U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D and I’m paranoid about not doing it’s sequel justice… yet here it is. Part Three will be called R.E.V.E.N.G.E, and will be out at some point next week… probably. I really enjoyed writing this… I just hope you enjoy it. Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!
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Hunt. Injury. Recover.
Hunt. Injury. Recover.
Hunt. Injury. Recover.
There was no variation in how the next few months panned out for you. You’d take on hunts that were far too advanced for you; you’d manage to crawl away, only barely taking out the target; you’d allow yourself a brief restbite, then you’d be out searching for another job. Most of the time, you never let yourself fully recover from your injuries. Pain felt like the only relief from your incessant, mind-numbing heartache.
You’d given up on Dean after a month.
After he’d left you at the bus stop, furious and hurt, you’d bought a ticket as far away from the place as you could. Then you’d waited… and waited. It was a week when you received news from a contact that Sam was gone, and you knew exactly what ‘gone’ meant, but no one knew what had become of Dean.
On so many occasions you’d been on the brink of ringing Bobby, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You hadn’t moved from the motel room since you’d arrived, it would have been easy for someone like Dean to track you down. But he hadn’t. Which could only mean one thing… and you didn’t want it vocalised.
It would break you.
So you’d been running on cheap junk food, cheap booze, cheap motels and meaningless one night stands.
It was slowly killing you, you were sure of it, but the only thing that could keep your mind off of what you’d lost was the next kill.
Yes! Revenge is my favorite.
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U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D
Summary: You and Dean were inseparable, more or less had been since you were 18. There was absolutely nothing in the world that could keep you away from him, or at least that’s what you thought. Pairing: DeanxReader Words: 2755 (this is looong… kinda) Warnings: Canon-divergence, language, slight smut. AN: Part one of my Dean mini-series!!! This will be four parts, the next part will be called C.R.Y.I.N.G. This took me forever to write… and I have no clue why… but I hope you enjoy it!!! (and kudos to you if you know where I got the title from… it’s such a random place to get it from, but I have no shame.) Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!
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Dean had been your hunting partner since you were 18. You’d been his first solo hunt, your family falling victim to a werewolf that had a vendetta against your father. He’d shown up in time to save you, but he failed to slaughter the wolf.
At first, he’d found you unendingly annoying. You made him take you with him as he continued to track the monster over the following month; always asking questions, prying into his personal life, nearly getting yourself killed on the milk-run jobs he did in the intermittent time. However, once you’d found the werewolf, he finally saw the spark that showed you had the potential to be a great hunter.
You’d finally found your focus: revenge.
He noticed how you became far more attentive. You followed his orders to the letter, and started taking his training tips far more seriously. It wasn’t until he saw you, a massive gash in your abdomen, standing over the dead monster that he knew he couldn’t just abandon you. After something like that, leaving you behind would only mess you up in the head… no, he took you with him when he reported back to his father, and told his Dad flat out that he was going to train you up.
John hadn’t approved in the slightest, but he didn’t know you like Dean did. Yes, he’d found you irritating during that month, but he’d learnt a lot about you.
The two of you grew close over the next two years, but never anything romantic. At least, not until you both went a little overboard with the Hunter’s helper one night in the middle of nowhere. You woke up sprawled naked on top of the 24 year-old, limbs entangled with his, in the backseat of his Impala.
He was still out cold when you took off, unable to face him after… that. Humility drove you away from him for six solid months; his calls stopped after four, and his texts after five.
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Back From the Dead
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Prompt: ”Dying is easy. Coming back is when things get tricky.” Pairing: Castiel x Reader Word Count: 1,035 Warnings: blood, gore, claustrophobia, being buried alive, hell hound attacks A/N: I have not been this proud of a one shot in a LONG time. Also HUGE thanks to Nicole (@iwantthedean) for sending me this prompt! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback is cool :)
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Anonymous asked:
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
odairgothefeels
this need to be on everyone’s blog
whybandswhyy
this makes me think..
janoskipornhub
God bless whoever wrote this.
im crying
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
please please PLEASE reblog this
Yes. Reblog this.
This is what kept me going
Omg. No words. This. Hit. All. The. Feels. Save yourself.
Wow….this is honestly what I needed to see right now and…this hit me everywhere….I can’t….just wow….
This made me cry
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JensenHiatusLove ↳ week three - favourite photoshoot
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Reblog if you have read fan fiction better than some published books
Help me prove a point
I have never reblogged anything faster.
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Jensen Hiatus Love: Favourite Jensen Photoshoot
↳ Jensen Ackles | Flaunt Magazine (Michael Muller), May 2006 issue (2 / 4)
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Hearts Wide Open
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Part 1 - Outer Banks
Pairing: Jensen x Reader Word Count: 1,701 Warnings: language A/N: The first part to my new Jensen series! I know I said I wasn’t going to post this for a while but I have no self control and honestly posting it and hearing what you guys have to say gives me the motivation to keep writing. Clearly I’m like Tinkerbell and I need applause to live :P I’m just kidding. Hope you guys enjoy it! Anyway, feedback is super cool :)
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Ok you lovely people.
WHO WANTS THE FINAL TWO PARTS OF NEVERLAND TONIGHT?!
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Can someone call Ellen DeGeneres and have Jensen and Jared go on her show near halloween go through a haunted house dressed as Sam and Dean?!
Maybe if this could get enough reblogs??
Reblog, reblog, reblog!!!! This must happen!
*furiously slams reblog*
I’m all for this!
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Cuddle Buddy
Summary: The boys pick a motel with a bad heating system, so you get in bed with Dean to warm up – not knowing that he’s got the hots for you. Word Count: 230 A/N: This is just a little something I needed to get out of my brain, and wanted to share with all you lovelies.
You shivered as you stood from the bed, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie down over your hands.
“Hope Sam is enjoying a nice warm bed with that bank teller,” you grumbled. In a couple of steps, you were next to Dean’s bed; he was sleeping peacefully, facing the door like the he always did. You quietly lifted up the covers, crawled underneath, then tucked them around you before tucking yourself around Dean.
“Y/N, what the hell,” Dean muttered, rolling over so that you could more comfortably cuddle against his side. He put an arm around your shoulders, and you cuddled against his broad chest. Much better.
You were already feeling sleepy again. “You dicks picked a hotel with a shitty heater. Congratulations, Winchester, you’re my personal heater for the night.”
Dean’s eyes shot open as your breathing evened out, and you drifted off to sleep. You two had a touchy-feely-without-being-gross relationship as it was, so he knew you wouldn’t think anything of him putting his arm around you, setting his chin on the top of your head, even kissing your hair – all things he had done in the last minute or so. He was not, however, so sure that the raging of his heart beneath his ribs wouldn’t wake you up and make you ask questions about his feelings for you – questions he wasn’t anywhere near prepared to answer.