Hey, So, Patreon Is Lying To You About Apple Forcing Their Hand.

tapping a like icon when a moot reblogs something heartwarming [specifically about moots] is not enough i need them to know i smashed that button and the screen past it 30 times before i moved on. i clapped it's cheeks and we're making out sloppy style even. i love you

i’m not aromantic but i believe in their beliefs

dean in season 13: if someone stole my car i would kill them dead.

dean the season prior when cas stole the colt hidden under dean’s pillow in his room and is passenger to kelly peeling tf out of there in the impala because he asked dean for the keys and dean gave them to him: he’s been having a rough time sam.

😔🔫

Utterly unsurprising

@thedreamybluepixie

tag game!

Your last emojis are your gender

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Uh

@erikaskblog @fymo-blogs

And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.

is god the cat that chases you for fun, someone who pretends benevolence, flicking you away only to sink teeth into your neck while you hold out a begging hand? a cat with a mouse in its mouth. i see, i see, i see. 

in thine eyes i saw god and not as the reflection of myself but something i can touch, something that dies— someone i can kill. someone i could love. these knees have dropped, on cold dirt ground, on wooden floor: century-old, on marble floors that make them ache. in thine hands, i’ve left my life and my heart, my soul that was drug back from hell. hands, eyes, smile, light. your wings i crushed like a cruel boy with a dragonfly at the onset of spring. lavender-scent, the smell of my mother’s perfume and it all reeks of a prayer that never ends. i need you, like the steady weight of a gun in my unsteady hands. like the clean water that washes off this blood off my hands yet never fully cleans it. not enough for absolution or forgiveness. i need you like the cedar brown drink. no, i needed you like it. now, i need you like the smell of fresh air on a sober morning. a thumb caressing my own on a winter evening and everything in between. 

if god was a cat with a mouse that he chooses to kill then i’m a vine, hugging you close in devotion, in ruination. trying to touch everything you and yet never being able to reach all of you. too less, too little to know you truly but never quittin’ the attempts. so, i will pray to you. the only true sign that god exists. his cruelty is proof enough but your unsmiling lips and your smiling eyes are a better proof of the fact that he was capable of beauty and he poured it all into you. the hands that are gentler than the light of the early morning sun, the voice that could make hell tremble and yet softly call my name. my name feels less like a punishment and more like a poem in your mouth. 

i can’t ever be good because i’m always tryin’ to be perfect and my brother’s little head that reached my knee, hugging my leg so close, i have to look up to see his eyes now. little-brother, not so little. if this hand had a weapon—no, this hand is the weapon and that means a weapon raised him and yet, his voice has a softer edge to it and i can’t ever fathom that. i’m always looking down, at the ground, at the barrel of a gun, at the bottom of a drink. searching for things that even a halo can’t illuminate and yet, i have to look up to talk to him. to know his goodness means to believe in my own, to see your holiness is to grasp your hands in mine. i will let myself be good, try to be good because i can’t ever be perfect. knowing that your heavenstring-cut hands will cradle this imperfect hands in your own. 

let me be good for you. stay. 

YEEHAW! YOU’RE INVITED!

As we all know Dean is alive, happily married to the love of his life, and turning 44 on January 24th. Last year we threw him one hell of a memorable party with thousands of your creations….so let’s do it all again!!!! And what better way to celebrate than by filling the dash with your wonderful creations, again!!!

On JANUARY 24th celebrate by posting fics, gifs, amvs, art, graphics, poetry, edits, or anything you can think of to create, as long as it’s Dean-centric! Make sure to tag your content with #deansbirthdaybash so everyone can find and reblog your incredible creations and join in on the fun!!! And feel free to directly tag/mention me (#chocolatecakecas) as well!!! I’ll be checking the tags/my mentions all day to boost everyone’s creations!!! No experience necessary to create, and absolutely no pressure to participate! But remember reblogs are always appreciated! It’s just meant to be a fun little way to share our love for Dean and our content creators!

Rules:

absolutely no w*ncest or *ncest content of any kind

minors please do not create any NSFW content

i ask that creations please be tagged with #15x20, #dean’s death, or #finale if your content centers around the finale, in addition to any applicable cws. (I will of course reblog everything with any applicable cws!!!)

So let’s all celebrate our favorite lil guy’s 44th birthday, AND our beloved content creators!!!!! Can’t wait to see what you make!!!💜🎉

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insp. by this post by @clairenovvak that literally made me fall out of my chair when i saw it

Hello, kind hearted soul,

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I am pleading with you from the depths of my heart. We desperately need a simple tent to shield us from the winter, and any help for milk and diapers for my baby girl would be a lifeline. Even a small contribution, as little as 5 euros, could make a significant difference for us. I beg for your kindness and support during this difficult time, as nothing is harder than watching your loved ones suffer while being unable to help.

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Repeat after me: I draw so good. Not everything needs to be a banger. I'm not a content machine I'm a person who makes art and art takes time. Inspiration comes in waves and when it recedes that's when I should let myself rest