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    mishasminions:

    DESTIEL & STUCKY

    • BFFS/SOULMATES/PROFOUNDBOND
    • "I’LL DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING FOR YOU"
    • "I’LL DIE FOR YOU. TECHNICALLY, I ALREADY HAVE"
    • "I’LL ALWAYS BE THERE TO SAVE YOU"
    • "YOU ARE THE ONLY EXCEPTION"
    • "I DON’T REMEMBER MUCH BUT I REMEMBER YOU"
    • "YOU ARE MY ANCHOR. YOU REMIND ME OF WHO I AM"
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    • FUCKING PAINFULLY TRAGIC AS FUCK

      onequartercanadian:

      shellofduality:

      ssjdebusk:

      rjbgfx:

      I think we’re missing something pretty important

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      apparently angels don’t actually have to touch in order to heal

      that’s just the way cas chooses to do it

      *clears throat*

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      *mic drop*

      Cas doesn’t touch Sam when he heals him in 9x10 either
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      He doesn’t touch Sam when he heals him in 9x11 as well.

        Destiel AU: Cas is a homeless man who has lost everything. Dean meets him in the bathroom of an office building where he works. This is not the last time their paths cross …

        (to be continued)

        (Source: doomsdayy)

          itsraininbritishmen:

          "OMG WHY DO YOU SHIP DESTIEL? THERES LIKE NOTHING TO GO ON!"

          REALLY BITCH, REALLY?

          this is why you fuckheads

          (Source: theplushbear)

              farplanesea:

              i know we talk about Dean bottoming a lot— and lord help me if that’s not one of my favorite things to talk about— but i think Dean topping is also a subject worth broaching, especially since you know he’d be so careful and soft and tender as he enters someone else’s body (for the sake of convenience, let’s say ~Cas~). he’d hold Cas tightly against him, palms wide and comforting at the small of Cas’s back. and he’d drop so many kisses and make those tiny little hitching thrusts because it feels so damn good to be inside of someone he loves and Dean knows this is a gift and he cherishes it by going slow and breathing open-mouthed and reverent against Cas’s collarbones.

              then after he settles in, Cas’ll whisper: “harder, Dean. come on.”

              and then game over because Dean is also 180 pounds of Kansas boy muscle and he gives it so good and long and sweaty and hot, you can bet your ass he’ll have Cas screaming on his cock in half an hour tops~ (▰˘◡˘▰)

                consulting-cannibal:

                based on this chat post

                i just—

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                  stenchofimpala:

                  This is the most perfect post

                    itriedthatonceitwasabadmove:

Sometimes I wonder if all of tumblr just congealed into the form of a person once and that entity then became sentient, named itself Orlando Jones, and became a professional actor

                    itriedthatonceitwasabadmove:

                    Sometimes I wonder if all of tumblr just congealed into the form of a person once and that entity then became sentient, named itself Orlando Jones, and became a professional actor

                      mishcollin:

                      9.09 coda

                      Castiel can’t sleep.

                      He rents out a motel room out of habit more than anything else, shrugs off his jacket and lays languid, arms crossed, closes his eyes; waits for the world to taper off. 

                      He can feel the uncomfortable buzz of grace bubbling up on his lips, this strange, foreign substance that doesn’t belong to him, struggling to eject itself from his body. He feels its warm thrum in his fingertips, a sensation he thought he had missed, and viciously counts sheep, mouths psalms until his lips feel as if they should be numb. As if they should be.

                      Blinking, Castiel opens his eyes. He can discern objects even in the dark, or can rather sense where they are spatially. That had never been a distraction from sleep before now. He curls his fingers into the thin cotton sheets, aching for a spark of sensation, and breathes out slowly. There’s no relief in the exhalation, no feeling like some of the weight in his body is flooding out from his lungs.

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                          mishasminions:

                          mishasminions:

                          DEAN/CAS - ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN

                          So I finally got around to making a video to this song.*high fives self*
                          Because if a song was “Castiel”, it’s definitely this song.

                          I’m an angel with a shotgun,
                          fighting til’ the war’s won,
                          I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back.
                          I’ll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe.
                          Don’t you know you’re everything I have?

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                          CURRENTLY GETTING A LOT OF VIOLENT REACTIONS FROM PEOPLE WHO TOOK ME SERIOUSLY

                          I’M SORRY THE WATERMARK MISLED YOU

                          mishasminions:

                          THE ONE WHERE CASTIEL IS JOEY

                            CREDIT