me writing fictional couples: oh wow…. the tenderness, the devotion, the romance

me irl:

what if cas died in dean’s arms and he had scorched wing marks on his skin for the rest of his life

what if i killed you

Cas should have just gone full batshit mode and left more handprints on Dean. I’m talking about handprints on his hips, okay. I want Cas to leave handprints on Dean’s hips. They barely peek out over Dean’s waistband and really, only Cas knows that they’re there, but sometimes… people, monsters, angels, they can get a glimpse and they’ll know that Dean belongs to him.

And also, they’re more sensitive to Cas’s touch, so he’ll be helping Dean up from the floor after something threw him into a wall, arm wrapped around his waist, and then he’ll brush his thumb over the edge of his handprint and Dean shudders and nearly falls to his knees.

I can't even look at pilot Dean like bro. Bro an angel is going to pull you from the pits of hell and the angel is going to fall in LOVE with you. Bro

Your reminder that not only were Dean, Cas, as characters, and Destiel, A-plots at the center of S15, Destiel saved the world from being annihilated. Cas’s massive, unconditional, deep love for Dean Winchester who taught him how to love. It saved Dean, it saved Sam, it saved everyone who had been snapped away, it saved the whole planet from collapsing. Because of that love Dean got the final piece he needed to have realizations about himself and that allowed him to step off Chuck’s hamster wheel with Sam, believe in himself, believe in the realness of his own capacity to love and in how much he is loved, and that, as Cas said, it was all real, despite them being trapped in Chuck’s maze. It was all them. And that Cas was the one wildcard. Out of all the AU’s. Sam and Dean destroying each other, but not this one, because this is the only Cas who disobeyed and thought for himself and who fell in love with Dean Winchester and who loved humanity and loved his whole chosen human family. There would be no Sam and Dean reunion in a newly remade, freed heaven without Cas. When we say Destiel saved the world we aren’t being hyperbolic or being cute about our ship and we don’t mean it metaphorically, that was an actual major part of the endgame plot.

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How would everything been changed if instead of "I love you," Cas had said "I love you too"?

me and @hellerism made a "which supernatural tumblr fan are you" quiz and it's very nice (even to fans we fundamentally disagree with) ❤️🧚🏽✨

Accurate.

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I get it. It's a tough one. The temptation is powerful and its hard to strive for a goal that seems so distant, especially with the appeal of all 327 episodes at our fingertips, ready to be screencapped and yelled about online. But we can do this. We can find another way.

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I really want to believe the shirt meta, but then again Teen Wolf.

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CAPTION COMPETITION   👇

when your cast mate’s got a secured job on the same network and got more screen time than you so he’s playing it up, but you’ve been the main character for years and were lobotomized by the show runner into thinking that being impaled on a rusty nail would be a satisfactory ending for your character but you’re beginning to realize that it definitely wasn’t and you’re never going to praise this finale and instead pretend like it never happened, acting like the episode with the gay love confession was the last episode of the series you’ve been on for the past 15 years ❤️

A furious Jensen surreptitiously doing the Vulcan neck pinch on an unsuspecting Jared

His name was George Nkencho. This should not have happened. Don't let this go. Say his name.

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the purest form of serotonin is when a cat looks at u and u go like “what?” and it meows at u

like, that is a very unspecific response I still have no idea what you want but I applaud how adorably you meowed all the same, well done

This post led me to reminisce on the nature of cat’s meowing, and I have a funny story

I befriended a feral cat once who had spent her life in the forest without human interaction. I was worried about her because she had a paw damaged from an old injury and was emaciated but obviously nursing kittens that were hidden away somewhere. It took me weeks of putting out food and sitting across the yard every evening for her to trust me even a little and when she decided we were friends and she expected dinner every night she started coming to my door and trying to call for me in the evening, but she didn’t meow. Why would she? Cats only meow naturally as kittens when their vocal chords/ears aren’t fully developed, adult cats communicate with vocalizations that aren’t audible to humans. She probably tried making noises I couldn’t hear to call me but ended up sticking to the one I always responded to- a horrible yowling growl that she had made at me when we first encountered each other in the forest. Except once we were friends she would make this noise while purring and rubbing affectionately against a nearby tree or the porch railing (because she didn’t want to touch me yet). This understandably freaked my family members out but I was touched that she had taken the time to find a way to basically yell FUCK OFF in an affectionate way.

Fast forward to when she finally trusts me enough to bring her hidden kittens out of the forest to me, long story short I gained their trust and put them in this big pen, that I had previously used to keep chickens in, so they’d be safe and to keep her from having another litter. Except she was already secretly pregnant again! (Fix your pets, guys, they make SO many babies) and ended up having her new babies in this pen. I kept my distance, sitting on the outside once they were born until she seemed comfortable enough to let me come inside. The kittens were a bit wild, hissing viscously at me as soon as they opened their eyes, but they warmed up to me. There were four of them and soon they all wanted to be the center of attention during the twice daily play sessions. I’d be playing with one and another would meow insistently behind me and I’d immediately answer them and give them love, teaching them that humans could be friends that answer their needs- making them adoptable once they were weaned. Mama cat (Artie) would just watch me play with them, and I guess she was doing some thinking because one day when they were about a month old I was playing with them and one meowed behind me. I was confused because I hadn’t realized there was a kitten behind me and when I turned, there wasn’t. The only cat there was Artie looking at me really intensely. I turned back around to the kittens and I heard the meow again, I turned back to Artie and responded in the way I always did with the kittens “yes baby?” And she meowed again in an exact imitation of her kittens! After that she would.not.shut.up. It was like she had cracked some kind of code, meowing for attention and snacks and just to say hi. Her two older kittens, the ones she’d had in the forest, had never meowed at me either but started to once they saw how I responded to their mom. and I find it endlessly fascinating because before that it had never occurred to me that cats only meow at humans because they were taught by other cats to keep meowing past kittenhood because that’s the best way to get a human’s attention.

Imagine befriending some weird giant with the wrong number of legs that you met in the forest who seems nice enough but doesn’t seem to be able to hear you, until your friend explains that all they can understand is fuck off! And I’m a baby give me love!