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cas-hellodean:

IM CRYING OMG THIS IS LEGITIMATELY HOW IT IS

IM CRYING OMG THIS IS LEGITIMATELY HOW IT IS

dankestrnemes:

do animals think in english or in the sounds they make

this is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for

istherenothingyouwouldnotdo:

Let me explain you a thing.
When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.
I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.
The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:
“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:
“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.
“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.

Let me explain you a thing.

When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.

I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.

The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:

“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:

“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.

“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.

siterlas:

Between blows, it occurs to you that this is what you had expected, once upon a time. This is what the old you expected out of the old Castiel, back at the barn, back when it was just you and some infernal creature, all howling wind and lightning flash. And wouldn’t that have been easier? Wouldn’t it have been easier if that were all he is - a force of nature, the sea that drowns you, the storm that felled the trees?

There is no malice in the destructiveness of a hurricane. This is all he is now: the storm. His empty eyes, devoid of tenderness, but devoid of cruelty too, and still you can’t shake the habit of love. Is that the word? You’re bleeding at his feet and you’re ready to die. Is that the meaning? Can the lightning love you back? You thought it could. It strikes in the same place more than once and your heart is sore from it.

You’re tired of losing people to themselves.

“Cas-” you say, through the blood in your mouth, through the pain in every bone. And then you tell him the truth.

uglybusiness:

Possessed
“What is your name?” “My name is Legion,” he replied, “for we are many.”
Mark 5:9

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yamisora:

#free will swag the best swag