So Jimmy Novak is sitting at his kitchen table in his corner of Heaven (at least that’s what he guesses since he doesnt feel like hes chained to a comet anymore) when all of a sudden the wall starts glowing. A man with the biggest mullet Jimmy has seen since he was young and stupid appears out of the wall itself and asks:
“Hey man, wanna dick over an angel?”
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this fucking fandom...: Humans imagine the Host of Heaven sounds like a choir, a celestial...
Humans imagine the Host of Heaven sounds like a choir, a celestial chorus of beautiful melodies and elegant counterpoint harmony, but the truth is that it’s more similar to a low rumbling pulse, a staccato note resonating endlessly within the angels’ grace. Cas wanders aimlessly around the bunker for the first three nights after he falls, plays decades-old records at all hours of the night while his family sleeps and the circles under his eyes darken. It doesn’t help—the deep bass chords and thick polyphonies are soothing, but not a close enough approximation to settle him. It isn’t until Cas slumps against Dean’s chest in exhaustion during yet another must-see movie that Cas finds something resembling the comforting presence of his now defunct angel radio, and it lulls him to sleep almost instantly. It’s Dean’s heartbeat, strong and steady under his ear, and it sounds like home.
Moon Plays The Ocean Like a Violin: alullabytoleaveby: Castiel hitchhikes to Kansas, to the...
Castiel hitchhikes to Kansas, to the Winchesters.
He has no idea what kind of reception he’ll get, but he has no place else to go. It’s early evening when Cas finally knocks, hesitantly, after milling around near the entrance for most of the afternoon. In the end, it’s not courage that brings him to finally face the Winchesters again, but tiredness and hunger and thirst. His body has needs and he resents the fact that he needs to indulge them. They are penance, he supposes, punishment for all his crimes.
It takes a while for the door to open, so long in fact, that Castiel begins to wonder if perhaps the Winchesters aren’t in. The thought never occurred to him before and he has no idea what to do if Dean and Sam aren’t in their new home, willing to take him in. But after a few minutes, the door opens with a creak, its hinges rusty, old, and in need of repair and Sam is standing on the other side.
In case you missed it yesterday
“I mean, you’re–” He gestures at Cas, in his neat oxford shirt and nice pants. “–and I’m a high school dropout who tattoos for a living.”
A great read—quite possibly my favorite AU ever
The tattoo references are in links at the bottom of the fic, and drawn hereAll of the tats are hand drawn by myself which is why the right arm is a bit shaky (and why I completely negated the back ones)
So yeah, read it or something
HOLY
MOTHER
OF
GOD
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because they needed to be sure that we cry our hearts out in this fucking finale.
how sad it is that we create a society where we raise boys to base their self worth on whether or not they can trick unsuspecting women into sleeping with them and we raise girls to base their self worth on how long they lasted until they were tricked
excellent now i can email my mom and dad my favorite text posts
But really…
do you think angels cried as they fell?
do you think they cried for a father that would never come?
almost-always-eventually-right:
Then, this one soldier who just wanted a cool photograph gets murdered by terrorists that are specifically targeting Tony Stark.
This was the moment that made Tony Stark reevaluate his entire life.
This was the moment that made Tony Stark cut the weapons program.
This was the moment that Tony Stark became Iron Man.
This was the moment that never truly left him.
Because it’s after this moment that Tony Stark proceeds to spend the rest of his life making peace-signs in photos, in honor of a young man who was more of a man than Tony could’ve ever dreamt of being; whose death Tony spent months agonizing over and trying to ensure wasn’t in vain.
Can you not what are you doing to my feels why are you always doing this.
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instead of learning from my mistakes i like to dwell on them until i have a panic attack.
