Posts That Make Me Want To Rip My Heart Out Part 4

what. if. it’s. not. meeaaaaannnt. for me. ……love

Destiel fanfic rec list

Fanfic recommendation for the ship Dean x Castiel (Destiel) from the Supernatual series!

last updated: 16/12/2024

disclaimer:

the destiel fanfics you will see VARY in genre and tags that might be triggering, weird and overall, not everyone's cup of tea! this is in terms of character death, omegaverse, mpreg, SMUT SMUT SMUT, fluff, marriage, cheating, blood, odd kinks and alternative universes! SO DONT BE MEAN! READ WHAT YA LIKE!!! thank you!

P.S give me some time lol i just joined the fandom and still reading fanfics myself LOL so the collection will grow over time!

freddie AO3 Destiel rec list!

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

I love listening too tma in order because it's like

Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,viscerally unpleasant horror,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode, something that touches at the core or what makes you you, puts words to sensation you have had following you your entire life, alters you as person, Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode, viscerally unpleasant horror, Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode, HOMOSEXUAL OCCURRENCES!!!

do you ever think about eddie counting the seconds buck was dead for and just. cry. because like. he was counting the seconds buck was gone for, but he didn’t actually know buck was gonna come back to life, did he. what would he have done if buck didn’t come back? he would’ve kept counting, wouldn’t he? he would’ve counted every second he’s living and buck isn’t. every second he’s breathing and buck isn’t. he would’ve never stopped counting.

on childhood

interview about it: chapter two // I'll give you the sun, jandy nelson// the scientist, coldplay// little women (2019) // ?// ?// ?// pink skies, zach bryan// never grow up, taylor swift// older, lizzie mcalpine// ? // home, edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros// @ whorefrost on twitter// @fairycosmos // kids, current joys// eight, sleeping at last// never grow up, taylor swift

2x01 is an objectively hilarious episode when you think about it cause buck hated eddie for what? maybe 12 hours maybe even less? all it took was one “good boy” from eddie and buck was down bad twirling his hair and kicking his feet and he’s been obsessed with eddie ever since!! eddie diaz brat tamer of all time

cat shaped kindergarten in germany

The jurgen leitner hate is real

the way god has set me up to be the loneliest girl in literally any room group environment or dynamic