AGAIN tumblr has not put my new post in the tumblr tag but I JUST POSTED A NEW GARASHIR FIC & ART
you could literally write a phone book and i would still be completely engrossed.
Excerpts from the Lawrence, KS phonebook
NOVAK Castiel 2986 Oxford Road …555-0113 Gabriel 1720 Lake Alvamar Drive …555-0139
NOVAK AND NOVAK, LLP 903 Massachusetts St Ste 300 …555-0130
WINCHESTER AUTO 812 E 23rd Street …555-0147
WINCHESTER Dean 2130 Silicon Ave Apt N4 …555-0198 John & Mary 4229 Briarwood Dr …555-0189
NOVAK Gabriel 1720 Lake Alvamar Drive …555-0139
NOVAK, WINCHESTER & WINCHESTER LLP 903 Massachusetts St Ste 300 …555-0130
WINCHESTER AUTO 812 E 23rd Street …555-0147
WINCHESTER Dean & Castiel 2986 Oxford Road …555-0113 John & Mary 4229 Briarwood Dr …555-0189 Samuel & Jessica 5000 Clinton Parkway Apt A2 …555-0197
Is this how people are going to “make america great again”? If you think it’s not about race, you’re not paying attention.
[collected from twitter]
Photographers photographing the super moon in Wellington, New Zealand
dean wants to kiss cas pass it on
“You know, Cas, they got a lot of shit right but they…they messed one thing up,” Dean said into the phone. He could almost hear Cas frown on the other end.
“What was it?” Cas asked, his voice still croaking with sleep.
Dean could hear the rustling of sheets and the familiar creaking of an old, motel mattress. He smiled. “Your tie, they fucked it up. Had it on the right way. And you know, now that I think about it, the girl’s wings were all…white and fluffy…like a chicken.”
Cas chuckled softly. “Are you saying I’m similar to a chicken somehow?”
“What? No, Cas. The costume, the kid’s wings they were…” his voice trailed off when he realized the futility of what he was doing. There was no way Cas would understand him over the phone. He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was three in the morning. He was so wired, he couldn’t sleep, and for the first time he was glad that he and Sam had decided to get separate motel rooms.
Cas yawned nosily on the other line and hummed.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, sleeping beauty. You should go back to bed,” Dean said.
“Did you just call me beautiful?” Cas asked in a teasing tone.
Dean’s cheeks flushed. “No, I was just—”
“Joking, Dean. I know. And it’s fine. I can’t…I’d rather fall back asleep with you on the line,” he said softly.
Dean smiled and chewed on his bottom lip. “Are you sure?” he asked, suddenly feeling foolish, like a high school kid.
“Yes,” Cas said with another yawn.
Dean groaned as he yawned as well. “Those things are contagious, man,” he said with a little snort.
Cas hummed again. “Tell me the rest,” he said sleepily.
“You’re not gonna fall asleep on me, are you?” Dean asked gruffly.
Cas laughed. “Maybe.”
Dean smiled and shook his head. “Okay,” he mumbled. He reached over to turn off the bedside table light and he closed his eyes. A part of him couldn’t believe it, that he, a grown man, was about to fall asleep on the phone with another grown man on the other end of the line.
“Are you all right, Dean?” Cas mumbled.
Dean felt a little smile curl on his lips and he nestled his head against his pillow, Cas’ voice in his ear.
“Yeah, Cas, I’m good.”
1998 | 2012
Dean “Anime Eyes” Winchester
So my friend did that trick irl and we still can’t get over it.
IT’S A NEVERENDING CHOCOLATE.
omfg
WHAT LIES
shi
wHAT
Crap
there is a catch here somewhere and the fact that i can’t figure it out makes me feel angry
NO.
I AM FURIOUS SOMEONE HELP
i dont understand how is it neverending i mean its just re-arranged right? i dont get it
I SERIOUSLY AM STARTING TO GET RLY FUCKING BOTHERED BY THIS
I DON’T EVEN HAVE WORDS FOR HOW PERFECT THIS IS
THANK YOU OH INTERNET FOR THE BLESSINGS WE HAVE RECEIVED.
