deancentric: seraphlimonade: Usually I draw cute,fluffy things….and then I remember I am a masochist for feels and I draw things like this…  I’m….sorry? * hide under poncho* Comets streaked across the sky. His brothers and sisters fell, their wings burning the clouds and turning the heavens the color of Hell. Castiel stood, his eyes turned upwards as he watched his family fall. He felt empty inside, like a great darkness had taken him over. Like the light inside him was gone. But slowly a burning began to grow inside of his gut. And it grew until he found himself short of air and his whole body began to clench. And then raw, unbridled emotion clawed and ripped at his chest. He tried to get away, to run from the pain that gripped him like a vice. But he didn’t get far; it tripped him and dragged him to his knees. Startled and confused by the force of his sentiment he grasped at his chest, trying to rip whatever was hurting him out. GET IT OUT! He screamed and tore at his clothing and skin while his anger and guilt plagued him like a demon. The sounds and sights of his kin plummeting to the earth filled his ears as he begged for the pain to stop. “I need to find him, Sam!” Came the faintest voice from beyond the rim of the forest. Cas found himself moving toward the voice. It was solace and comfort for him and he needed it. He needed Dean. His name was being called and it was all he could do to not lie down and give up to reach for it. He strained, moving towards it as it got closer. “Cas!” And suddenly he was there. His strong arms catching Castiel as he fell headlong into his humanity. “I’ve got you. It’s alright, I’ve got you.” Cas clung to Dean like he was the last piece of light in a completely dark universe. His fingers grasped like they were grasping to his sanity. And he let himself go. Because Dean was there. He would help him through this. No matter how mad he was, how betrayed he felt. Because he needed Cas. And Cas needed him. He felt like a child, unable to restrain himself from crying openly. All the pain he had ever felt. All the guilt, all the betrayal, all the doubt, poured out of him. He had never been able to express it. And here, even now, surrounded by his graceless brothers and sisters he felt a shred of hope. Because he had Dean next to him and as long as they were together they could face whatever came their way.

deancentric:

seraphlimonade:

Usually I draw cute,fluffy things….and then I remember I am a masochist for feels and I draw things like this… 

I’m….sorry?

* hide under poncho*

Comets streaked across the sky. His brothers and sisters fell, their wings burning the clouds and turning the heavens the color of Hell.

Castiel stood, his eyes turned upwards as he watched his family fall. He felt empty inside, like a great darkness had taken him over. Like the light inside him was gone.

But slowly a burning began to grow inside of his gut. And it grew until he found himself short of air and his whole body began to clench.

And then raw, unbridled emotion clawed and ripped at his chest. He tried to get away, to run from the pain that gripped him like a vice. But he didn’t get far; it tripped him and dragged him to his knees.

Startled and confused by the force of his sentiment he grasped at his chest, trying to rip whatever was hurting him out. GET IT OUT!

He screamed and tore at his clothing and skin while his anger and guilt plagued him like a demon. The sounds and sights of his kin plummeting to the earth filled his ears as he begged for the pain to stop.

“I need to find him, Sam!”

Came the faintest voice from beyond the rim of the forest. Cas found himself moving toward the voice. It was solace and comfort for him and he needed it. He needed Dean.

His name was being called and it was all he could do to not lie down and give up to reach for it. He strained, moving towards it as it got closer.

“Cas!”

And suddenly he was there. His strong arms catching Castiel as he fell headlong into his humanity.

“I’ve got you. It’s alright, I’ve got you.”

Cas clung to Dean like he was the last piece of light in a completely dark universe. His fingers grasped like they were grasping to his sanity. And he let himself go.

Because Dean was there. He would help him through this. No matter how mad he was, how betrayed he felt. Because he needed Cas. And Cas needed him.

He felt like a child, unable to restrain himself from crying openly. All the pain he had ever felt. All the guilt, all the betrayal, all the doubt, poured out of him. He had never been able to express it.

And here, even now, surrounded by his graceless brothers and sisters he felt a shred of hope. Because he had Dean next to him and as long as they were together they could face whatever came their way.

ellesugars:

yeah sorry i can’t go out tonight i’m editing my theme for like four hours

paynenvy:

hahry:

should i do homework or burn my school

the first one sounds like a lot of work

fabledquill: baby chekov is best chekov. and baby chekov loves retro music aka nicki minaj.

fabledquill:

baby chekov is best chekov.

and baby chekov loves retro music

aka nicki minaj.

petalnose:

when people send anonymous hate to your friends

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like-uh-soulmates:

*jensen ackles backflips off of a cliff*

*lands safely in a gocart* 

*drvies to the beach and jumps into the atlantic ocean*

*scuba dives to your house*

*drags himself into your bedroom*

*slaps you awake* so guess what jared did today

stryduh:

fishingboatproceeds:

darktosugar:

oh

I finally know who John Green makes me think of

he totally looks like Jimmy Neutron

but grown up

the hair and everything

I heard this so much in 2007.

And then I didn’t hear it anymore.

And I started thinking, you know, maybe I don’t look like Jimmy Neutron anymore.

But no.

I still do.

I am laughing so much

johnentwlstle:

it literally stresses me out how much good music there is that i still haven’t listened to

benedictsbitch:

dat-assbutt-tho:

way-too-sarcastic:

reblogallthenerdythings:

As far as I can tell, if something starts with ‘M’, it’s bad news

  • Morgoth
  • Mordred
  • Mount Doom
  • Darth Maul
  • The Master
  • Moriarty
  • Morganna

Moffat

Mark Gatiss

Metatron

vvumblr:

does beyonce measure her weight in beyounces

  • me: eats a snack while making a snack

unluckyships:

when a friend asks you for a piece of paper and 12 other kids ask you too

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