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they like each other here is proof
I demand physical reparations to be made for this @soundofez
Additional dialogue: It’s you! And definitely not Chloé!
@mademoisellecoccinelle @yaushie @starrycove I found it I found what I want to be slipped into my casket when I ascend
It’s rough when your secret superhero alter ego’s catchphrase is hella commonplace.
heart eyes motherfucker
i may not be better than you but i am better than that. (via kvtes)
Some fanfiction writers are just so incredibly talented
They’re in the middle of a heated argument when it finally happens.
“You left!” Dean explodes suddenly, all pent-up emotion breaking through and tearing down vulnerable walls he spent years building up. They’re all demolished in the span of two broken words. But he’s too angry, too hurt, and can’t bring himself to care.
So he keeps going. “You left me!” he yells. “Every single time, Cas! I told you in Purgatory that I needed you, and what do you do? You fucking leave me. And then in the crypt it happens all over again. I said I needed you, goddammit, and you left me alone and confused without a word.”
Dean’s moving closer to Cas now, unable to stop the words from coming even if he wanted to. They’ve needed to be said for too long now. “I don’t just say stuff like that, Cas. That was a first for me, and I’ve never needed someone like I needed you—still need you—and I was and am fucking terrified, and both times you just up and left. Jesus, man, you could have at least had the good graces to tell me no before going, or even just saying something. You left me and gave me the biggest rejection letter of all time, so yeah, maybe it’s stupid, but excuse me for being a little bit hurt.”
Dean is inches from Cas and Cas is just staring at him, expression unreadable. The silence that follows just makes Dean all the more pissed. “Well,” he bites out through his teeth. “Are you gonna say something? I mean, you know how I feel about you. Or are you just gonna take off?”
And shit, Cas’ façade is breaking and what’s left standing there is an angel who looks so incredibly lost and… sad.
“Great,” Dean mutters, turning his back and beginning to walk away. The last thing he needs is Cas pitying him. That would just be salt in the wound. “Okay then. Go on. Fly. We can pretend it never happened.”
“I love you,” says Cas, his voice made of gravel.
next week’s preview: *stabs at Destiel shippers*
Destiel shippers:
that’s cute
2.8k of episode coda aka the missing scene jensen and misha talked about. now with bonus missing scene. feelings. they finally talk about the crypt scene, 10.22, and 11.04. (ao3)
“Why didn’t you kill him?”
Dean’s voice sounds more quiet, less angry than it had when Sam was there. His hands are resting on the chair in front of him and his head is bowed, his shoulders broadcasting his exhaustion clearly.
Castiel lets out a breath and lets himself deflate, “Dean…”
“I just -” Dean rubs a hand over his face, “After everything he did to us? To me?” He looks up at Cas, trying to communicate his concern with his face alone, “To you?”
my neighbourhood has never had an ice cream truck. in the summer, we have the knife sharpening truck. it slowly circles the block and rings its ominous bell. i have never seen someone interact with it. it may be that only those marked by death can see it
alex??? this is truly frightening ??
i never really thought about it much until today but you’re right this is honestly a messed up thing for me to be accustomed to
Apparently this is a thing in Quebec too, my roommates were talking about hearing the knife truck when they were kids and I was alarmed
#imagine being Cas at this moment though#it’s the first time in a vessel in thousands of years #all that might and grace seeping out of human skin #the lights burst around him but he pays it no mind #he can tell them where every sigil they’ve scrawled originated from and ways they could improve their work #he is so much knowledge and power #and he’s here on his mission to talk to the righteous man #the man he saved from perdition #and ugh baby you just don’t even know how radically he will change your existence #after eons of living #it will take this one human man to turn everything on it’s head #and for him #you will be the exception to every rule he has #you will be the best friend he’s ever had#and you two just have no idea what’s coming for you #and I will still be telling your story and its beauty when I am old and grey (via badwolfintheimpala)
but imagine Cas’ UTTER CONFUSION in this moment too - because Dean is the RIGHTEOUS MAN - Heaven has been bigging Dean up into this proper valiant hero or whatever - enough that Cas just takes it as a given Dean will naturally be able to hear his true voice being such a special Heaven endorsed snowflake - only Dean CAN’T - and not only that, he spends all his time running away from Cas and then makes a rookie mistake of getting a psychic to try and look at Cas’ true form - and Cas thinks ‘huh this is all very odd and not especially ‘righteous man’-like, but oh well I’ll just get a vessel and we’ll have all this confusion cleared right up’ - except the exact opposite happens! - because Dean is a disbeliever who scoffs at the very IDEA of Heaven and angels and has NO faith even in himself - and that last bit is the most fascinating - that the RIGHTEOUS MAN should think so little of himself as to practically consider himself a monster - and yet THIS is the man Heaven has told Castiel is to be their saviour?? - oh Cas bb your world started turning on its axis from the very INSTANT Dean Winchester entered it
why would you ever idolize cops when firefighters exist
yeah seriously have you ever heard of “corrupt firefighter”
what would a ‘corrupt firefighter’ even be. he put out that fire with a little TOO much water. he was a little rough with the cat he rescued from a tree for a little old lady
how on earth do you possibly fuck up that bad
No but imagine Slytherin Arthur and Gryffindor Alfred being in a secret relationship
Matthew getting suspicious of his brother when he starts to never take off his scarf, almost as if he’s hiding something
Francis getting suspicious when Arthur starts to show up late to potions class
Arthur and…
"The Gryffindors slipping Alfred a love potion as a joke and are laughing and giggling while they watch him drink it, waiting for him to fall in love with his Slytherin rival, but he doesn’t act any different at all"
i tried okay
"Why are we doing this again?"
"Because it’s going to be hilarious. Besides, I need to get Alfred back for that time he turned all of my hair green."
"…All of your hair green?”
"It was in my shower gel, shut up," said a blushing Gilbert, trying to ignore the amused look on his classmate Matthias’ face. He distracted himself by uncorking the vial that he had fished out of his bag, a small pink thing that had probably been purchased from Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes in Hogsmeade.
The two Gryffindors each glanced warily at the entrance to the Great Hall, where at least half of their house was streaming towards the table for lunch. Their target was not among them, but he had lingered behind after Potions to get some questions answered so he was going to be along soon.
Oh, there he was now - strolling right along in next to Kirkland, bickering with the Slytherin the whole way. Sort of ironic, in a way, seeing as in about five minutes he was going to be falling head over heels for the guy. If Gilbert and Matthias’ plan worked, that was.
"Hey, hey, do it!" Matthias hissed, turning so Alfred wouldn’t be able to see their prank, even if he had been looking their way. (Which he wasn’t - his attention was still on Kirkland.) Gilbert nodded furiously and poured the contents of the pink vial into a goblet of pumpkin juice just as Alfred started heading their way.
"H-hey Alfred! What’s up?" Matthias bluffed, buying just enough time for Gilbert to slide the goblet over to the setting that Alfred was coming up on, on the other side of the table. "What’s it supposed to do again?" He whispered to Gilbert under his breath.
"He’ll be completely and utterly obsessed with Kirkland," Gilbert replied. "Yo."
"Hey guys!" Alfred grinned, swinging one leg over the bench. "Same old, same old. How was Trans?"
Gilbert immediately fell into his habit of complaining about their new Transfiguration professor, and Matthias immediately fell into his habit of refuting everything the boy said about her, but both of them watched anxiously as Alfred began lunch. His ability to consume everything in sight rivalled Ron Weasley’s, they had heard from every sixth and seventh year in Gryffindor.
"That essay’s not due until tomorrow, right?" asked Alfred, reaching for his goblet. "You think there’s still time for me to blackmail Kirkland into writing it for me?"
Gilbert giggled and Matthias elbowed him in the side. “Not unless you, like, promised to do his Arithmancy for the next month,” he said, grinning as Alfred drained the goblet, Twilight Moonbeams and all.
The blond laughed and the two pranksters joined him for a different reason. “Oh, I’m sure I could figure out somethin’ better than that,” he said with a wink. Neither of the two Gryffindors actually thought about what he had said, too excited to see the spectacle that was to come.
But, to their surprise, there was no sudden change in Alfred: no lovestruck gaze in his eyes (that they could see), no sudden inquiry as to when Kirkland had gotten so attractive, and definitely no sudden declarations of love. In fact, it didn’t seem like anything had changed about Alfred at all, and Gilbert and Matthias’ excitement slowly turned to confusion at the fact. Had the potion not worked?
"You know, I think I’m gonna ask him now," Alfred declared, suddenly standing up and gathering his things. "See you in Magical Creatures, alright?"
With that he set off at a lively pace towards the Slytherin table on the opposite side of the Great Hall. Gilbert and Matthias both gaped until the Muggleborn Ravenclaw girl named Elizabeta leaned over and tapped Gilbert’s chin, telling him to shut his mouth because “We are not a codfish.”
"What the hell?" Gilbert’s exclamation turned heads. "Did it not work? I’ve never gotten a faulty product from Triple W yet…"
Matthias cocked his head, watching Alfred approach the Slytherin table with ease and slipping into a tight space between Kirkland and another kid. Even from here, his thousand-watt smile was visible as he tried to wheedle Kirkland into writing his essay. It didn’t look like Alfred had suddenly become obsessed with him - in fact, it looked like an everyday interaction between the two, as Kirkland shoved his shoulder but stood and the two left the Great Hall, shoulders brushing.
He wasn’t in Ravenclaw for a reason, but something seemed fishy. Elizabeta solved the puzzle for them, leaning back over with a grin on her face.
"Maybe he’s already obsessed with Kirkland?"
“What?" This time Gilbert’s exclamation earned him a stern talking-to by said Transfiguration teacher, but that was a small price to pay for the realization that struck both of the Gryffindor boys simultaneously. Matthias’ eyes followed the path that Alfred and Kirkland had taken out of the Great Hall, and he decided that Gilbert was going to have to come up a different prank to extract his revenge.
(shitty ending but whatever. also i hc gilbert as slytherin but i enjoy the awesome trio too much to use anyone else.)
