This is a den of Iniquity I should not be here
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Fun fact: I prefer sitting on desks to sitting at desks. This can sometimes cause issues in school.
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Flawless logic at play
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my gravestone will say “oMFg i DiEd”
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every fangirl and their friend who isn’t one
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while watching animated movies at age 2: hell yeah motherfuckerwhile watching animated movies at age 12: hell yeah motherfuckerwhile watching animated movies at age 20: hell yeah motherfucker... ...
My friend come over and we draw some random art. ~~ Now I will continue my commissions.
And why Castiel don’t have his shoes? … Well… I’m lazy. :D
By ヨモギパン
(via kiko-kishiki)
based off of gifs that appear on my dash and a loose concept of what exactly is going on plot-wise, this is Supernatural to me…
this is exactly me
from the amount of episodes i’ve watched to the appearance of Castiel (though with reading a few tv tropes added)
HOW ACCURATE
(via imlingy)
My Dad: Look at all these fags
Me: Who cares
My Dad: God destroyed a city of gays
Me: He also ordered mass genocides children not excluded
My Dad: Shut the fuck up are you gay?
If there ever was a religion I felt worthy enough, it’d be the Church of Castiel. He makes good points.
flksdfmsedf
…THIS IS HOW THINGS SHOULD HAVE BEEN.
(via almaasi)
At sounds so entrancing the angels dancing
Came out of their trance into time again,
And around the wicked in Hell’s abysses
The huge flame flickered and eased their pain.
(via starcrossedstellar)
ooc// explanation for Cas’:
“This is my family. I found it, all on my own. It’s small and broken but…still good. Yeah. Still good.”
In reaction to Cas’ because I knew why
The Angel knew, deep down to his core, raising a human from perdition would leave a permanent mark; a sliver of his pure white Grace entwined with that of the delicate, quivering essence, which pulsed beneath skin, bones, and flesh. Knew, that the merged part would burn bright hot, and smoulder amongst the ashes of a soul destroyed and tortured by its time in Hell.
He knew that his Grace would become a life beacon, a raft in a storm at sea, the only part of the human not torn to shreds, and sewn back together, by malicious hands, and inhuman teeth. Knew that the human’s soul, now irrevocably altered, would chase him to the ends of the Earth, always asking, pleading for more, more life, more love, more healing.
He knew that no matter where he was, or what he was doing, his loyalties would remain with God, and with his brothers and sisters. Not to humans. Never humans.
What he hadn’t known, what he now knew from the ache residing in an organ that had never existed in Heaven, was just how much his human would become his life, and his purpose, and his beloved creature with tender, broken eyes.
He had never known, as his wings raised up over his head, shielding his body from the rain that poured down from the sky, his eyes growing somber and that much more human, how much the man would become a part of him.
(via benedlunds)
