Dean:
Sam:
Cas:
Charlie:
John (@ his kids)
Gabe:
Mikey: There is a strict no-animals policy on the Bus
Gerard: Okay
Mikey: Except for Frank’s high horse which occasionally makes an appearance.
Sorry Misha.. But you asked for it!
Then, past Dean comes along, and he knows it the second they walk out of the forest together. The bounce in Castiel’s step, the little joy in his eyes. Then comes the time they plan to hunt the devil. He laughed at every sarcastic remark, every sentence, every damn word this “other him” said. He saw the real laughter on his ex-angels face. He glared at Castiel, for years he’d been trying to get a smile, this guy walks in two minutes and already has him laughing.(5/?)
He’d changed himself so much to be worthy of Castiel, the angel who’s wings were blackened and burned for Dean Winchester, who willings stayed on Earth without his wings, all for Dean Winchester. He gives a silent ask for an explanation and gets a simple response: “I like past you”(6/?)
Dean felt small next to Castiel, next to this warrior, this soldier, this man built like a brick shithouse. Castiel was unmovable, unchangable, unbreakable. But Dean had watched him break, when he lost his wings, his brothers, his life. But Dean had changed him, had been changing him since Castiel's wings turned black in hell, since they met, since Castiel saved him. And Dean moved him to anger, to tears, to laughter and sweet kisses. Dean ruined him. (1/?)
But Dean still felt small next to him, felt weak, felt unworthy of the undying love and devotion that poured from Castiel. So he pushed himself. He became stronger, he became a better leader, he became the man his father wanted him to be. But why wasn’t Castiel happy? Castiel, beautiful strong Castiel who now swallowed pills, held orgies without Dean, who bitterly called Dean their “fearless leader,” Castiel, sad, tired, Castiel. (2/?)Dean wanted so desperately for Castiel to smile, a real smile, not one of sexual satisfaction, not one laced with pain, not one that made Dean want to shrivel up and leave. Dean wanted Castiel to smile, just one last time, just once. To smile, to laugh the way he used to, to eye Dean’s thigh holster with lust and not digust. Dean wanted his Castiel. (3/?)(“Good things do happen, Dean.”) The smile on Sammy’s face was mocking, the soul inside long gone, and the coldness left from Castiel’s disappointed look aching inside Dean. (4/?)
Why would you do that Nonnie
https://sketchpad.app/en/ Good for sketching out problems you can’t do in your head
https://www.desmos.com/calculator It graphs out equations in front of you as you type it in
https://www.desmos.com/scientific It’s a scientific calculator I use it for sin, cos, and tan
https://www.calculator.net/triangle-calculator.html type in 3 values of a triangle and it will show you the rest
No, coz, I rather weep.
Romeo and Juliet, 1.1.189
same Benvolia, same
Friendly reminder that it’s okay to have multiple aesthetics.
Like, seriously, if you want to be full in goth one day and cottage ore then next, you should do that. If all these different aesthetics make you happy, then you should go for it!
And, like, I know there are things getting in the way of this, like job dress codes and money. And, like, insecurity especially. And they’re all valid and stuff.
But, like, if you’re able to, even just a little bit, then you should. Everyone else can get walk away from you at the end of the day, but you can’t do that to yourself.
Might as well make you happy.
I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.
David Levithan (via bnmxfld)
and i o o p (help I’m dead inside)
hey
can we just-
he’s married to her
it’s canon that he lOVES her (at least in this au)
where have we heard something like that before? mmm…
thanks for coming to my ted talk-