a little something i call self-respect.

DnD is a way to show your friends how bad you are at adding very small numbers under pressure.

That's an incredible gift for an otter to give! I bet it's thr favourite stone of one of the two (they keep it in their pocket and apparently some hang onto their favourite for their entire lives). They use the stone to crack open shells they can't manage with their teeth or claws.

An otter giving away it's stone is quite the sacrifice!

Of course there's a chance this wasn't one of their's, and instead a stone they quickly found to use as a gift and even if that is the case (though I think it less likely), it's still an important gesture knowing how important stones are to them.

"I've just seen the way you've handled all this with so much grace and kindness. You're so surprised, just when I think you're at capacity you find something really beautiful in a situation that gives you so much joy and energy that I'm just like, 'wow'." - OLIVIA COOKE

"It's funny how much I speak about you. I suppose when anything happens I just sort of crave to know how you're looking at it. And there aren't that many people in my life that I feel that about. You have such an unusual and brilliant and delightful way of seeing the world that I crave to know what you're seeing often." - EMMA D'ARCY

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i think a fun sequel to that ‘replacing every time dean calls cas buddy with babe post’ would be replacing every time dean refers to cas as his best friend with ‘the love of my life’ here ill start

They’re in the garage of the bunker, trailing out of the Impala, when it happens for the first time.

In all honestly, Dean shouldn’t be so aware of it. The touch is casual – everyday. Something that might happen when you pass a little too closely with a stranger on the street. Except it isn’t everyday (Dean can count on one hand the number of times someone has touched him in the last month) and it isn’t a stranger.

It’s Cas; it’s Castiel’s hand floating up to trail fingers along the middle of his back. Dean shouldn’t be so aware of it and he shouldn’t react like he does – which is a full-body shudder and a hitch in his breathing. He stops in the middle of a step, so that Sam behind him has to come up short.

His brother passes him an odd look, no doubt wondering if there was some lingering injury from the showdown they had with the wraith. Dean just passes him a Winchesters-patented “all good” smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. As Sam heads into the bunker, so does Cas. Dean watches the angel go, watches the flicker of his trench coat. His eyes track the curl of fingers from under the coat’s cuffs.

Later, Dean wishes it were further into spring, wishes he hadn’t been wearing his leather jacket, so the press of Castiel’s hand could have been closer to his body.

It starts happening regularly, is the thing. Cas’s shoulder against Dean’s chest as they maneuver through one of the bunker’s smaller storage rooms, Cas’s hand cupping Dean’s elbow to catch his attention, Cas standing so close as he reads the laptop over Dean’s head that Dean can feel the heat of him, smell that just-sideways-of-human smell Cas gives off – like metal melting and the milk from dandelions.

And then.

In the kitchen, beers open but untouched, Sam long-since asleep. Cas’s knee is against one of Dean’s but it has been since they sat down, almost an hour ago. They’ve been meandering through a conversation on the “future.” On what that could even mean for them, for Dean, and Sam. Dean can feel his heart beating in the swell of his knee, at the point where it connects with Castiel’s.

At least, until Cas’s hand comes up to fit over Dean’s cheek. The heel of his wrist is against Dean’s mouth and his fingertips are just brushing Dean’s hair and he lets out a truly mortifying, breathy noise at the touch. Like his chest has given out. His shoulders curl in a little and his eyes shut and without meaning to really he presses into the angel’s worn palm.

“You keep…doing that,” Dean roughs out after a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Cas says in that way, where he apologizes for the thing he’s doing, but doesn’t stop doing it. “You’ve been praying for it.”

Dean’s eyes flash open at that and he looks to Cas with a stricken expression. “No, I haven’t.” Still, he doesn’t pull away.

“You have,” Castiel insists. For all the panic through Dean’s system, Cas is calm. “Prayer doesn’t have to be words. This is more…intention.” His face does shift then and there’s an ancient sort of pain around his eyes. “I can feel…your longing.”

Thirteen years ago Dean would have rocked back on his heels and jeered out something about chick-flick moments but Dean is coming around forty and he’s tired and he hasn’t been touched in – well, he lost count. And this is Cas.

He swallows. Closes his eyes. Tilts his head. Murmurs into Cas’s hand, “What’m I longing for now?”

And Cas was telling the truth. He must be able to sense intention with crystal clarity because the next thing Dean feels is the warm press of Castiel’s lips on his own.

THE WALKING DEAD (2010-2022) S11E01 ☆ 'Acheron: Part I' vs S10E06 'Bonds'

what do you mean i have to go to work today. when i just did it yesterday???

guys you’re never gonna fucking guess what they’re making me do again today

okay now they’re just being mean

thank god. weekend

You’re Shitting Me

Interview with the Vampire | 1.03 "Is My Very Nature That of the Devil"

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According to Know Your Meme, on August 18th, 2005, Erwin Beekveld brought forth this work into the world. HAPPY TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY, THEY’RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD.

sheds a single tear

every august 18th my notifications break and i go, fuck, tumblr has failed me once again, but it hasn’t. it hasn’t failed me. it’s just the taking the hobbits to isengard-iversary. happy 12 years

They’ve been taking the hobbits to Isengard for 19 years!

Lie about supernatural bts more. They cant disprove all of us