Frank: Did You Know That Atoms Never Touch Each Other? And Since We’re Made Of Atoms, We’ve Never

you will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand, to be acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hands // see, honey, i am not some broken thing, i do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee, no my heart is gold, my feet are light, and i am racing out on the desert plains all night // my heart is wild, and my bones are steam, and i could kill you with my bare hands if i was free

Over protective parents check!!

door: open 

little brothers nightlight: on

demons: killing me

cat: jumping on my face

sleep: yeet

Hotel: not fucking Trivago

wait people sleep with their doors closed????

To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.

Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.

It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.

We cannot be silent. 

Then, past Dean comes along, and he knows it the second they walk out of the forest together. The bounce in Castiel’s step, the little joy in his eyes. Then comes the time they plan to hunt the devil. He laughed at every sarcastic remark, every sentence, every damn word this “other him” said. He saw the real laughter on his ex-angels face. He glared at Castiel, for years he’d been trying to get a smile, this guy walks in two minutes and already has him laughing.(5/?) 

He’d changed himself so much to be worthy of Castiel, the angel who’s wings were blackened and burned for Dean Winchester, who willings stayed on Earth without his wings, all for Dean Winchester. He gives a silent ask for an explanation and gets a simple response: “I like past you”(6/?)

Dean felt small next to Castiel, next to this warrior, this soldier, this man built like a brick shithouse. Castiel was unmovable, unchangable, unbreakable. But Dean had watched him break, when he lost his wings, his brothers, his life. But Dean had changed him, had been changing him since Castiel's wings turned black in hell, since they met, since Castiel saved him. And Dean moved him to anger, to tears, to laughter and sweet kisses. Dean ruined him. (1/?)

But Dean still felt small next to him, felt weak, felt unworthy of the undying love and devotion that poured from Castiel. So he pushed himself. He became stronger, he became a better leader, he became the man his father wanted him to be. But why wasn’t Castiel happy? Castiel, beautiful strong Castiel who now swallowed pills, held orgies without Dean, who bitterly called Dean their “fearless leader,” Castiel, sad, tired, Castiel. (2/?)Dean wanted so desperately for Castiel to smile, a real smile, not one of sexual satisfaction, not one laced with pain, not one that made Dean want to shrivel up and leave. Dean wanted Castiel to smile, just one last time, just once. To smile, to laugh the way he used to, to eye Dean’s thigh holster with lust and not digust. Dean wanted his Castiel. (3/?)(“Good things do happen, Dean.”) The smile on Sammy’s face was mocking, the soul inside long gone, and the coldness left from Castiel’s disappointed look aching inside Dean. (4/?)

Why would you do that Nonnie

“Only hate the road when you're missing home. Only know you love her when you let her go”

To the girl Sam always wanted, and always needed. To Jessica Moore.

Gabriel: Dying sucks butt! How do you idiots cope with mortality?

Dean: Violent outbursts.

Sam: General sluttiness.

Castiel: Thanks to denial, I’m immortal.

Are you part of this Mishapocalypse thing?

like meeeeee

Nick: That’s it! You’re all grounded.

Nick: Stark, no inventing for you.

Nick: Rogers, no seeing Barnes.

Nick: And Romanoff… Is there anything you love?

Natasha: Revenge.

Nick: No vengeance for you.

Natasha: I was gonna say I’ll get you for this, but I guess that's off the table.

I WILL NEVER STOP. They're the best husband's.