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Ola | 15 | Overprotective Sam!girl | Canada Eh I write stuff, well try working on my story Leave some suggestions or a one shot idea in my ask box Enjoy my blog

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the padackles at the Pearl Jam concert [x]

lilmiss-fallen-pancake:

drunkenwords:

Castiel is aesthetically gifted

indeed

featherbrain:

Twist and Shout – Destiel AU

“So why is it your favorite song?”

Cas’ hand padded over his chin. Dean never lost track of his eyes, even when Cas looked at his own hand, shy. He nudged at Dean’s mouth with his index finger, moving so his palm was cupping his jaw. Dean grinned against Cas’ skin, unable to keep his smile contained. The blue eyed boy across from him was so beautiful, and he didn’t know it. He practically shone; his soul glittered with something blue and white and Dean wanted to wrap himself in it. Something like God’s grace, something like the blue and green smudginess of sea shells or glass bottles.

“I just - I like songs about love,” he breathed a laugh, and Dean wrapped that laugh around his finger like a lace ribbon. Songs about love he hadn’t cared about before, but now, he wouldn’t have said anything but that. He wanted another smile, he wanted another dreamy look in Cas’ eyes, so he’d sang along. He had wanted him to fall more in love, because nothing was going to hurt anymore if that happened. He had convinced himself, young, and stupid. This boy was going to make this world turn and stars would fall like rain.

kaciart:

galvanizes:

Peter Freaking Parker

I loved this part so much

daredeuil:

Steve “nope” Rogers.

Fic of the Week [Sep 28 - Oct 4]

Sweaters & Cigarettes by lemonoclefox

Dean Winchester is in high school, crushing hard on Castiel Novak, the unbelievably hot goth who Dean does his very best to convince himself he hates, despite the fact that he can’t really stop staring at him. Dean tries, but when the two of them finally cross paths, their first conversation takes a surprising turn. And suddenly, they both find themselves falling harder and faster than they ever could have expected.

dicktouching:

artjonak:

The great-great-great grandchildren of Dickens take a selfie with him on his 202nd birthday.

this is a very important thing that everyone needs to see.

kripkelover:

laoih:

(x)

This is my favorite Richard gift. He’s so cute <3

kripke-is-my-king:

kripke-is-my-king:

kripke-is-my-king:

why do I suspect Misha left his phone unattended with Jared in the room…?

I FUCKING CALLED IT

REALLY??

(7.16)

im-batman-dean-winchester:

I can dig Elvis- Part 1

Oh, I used to love these things.