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Too Soon?

We need to petition this to get this down. This is just downright disrespectful and very wrong for any person to be posting this, reblogging this, ect. Innocent lives were lost on that day.
It is not a joke.



Too Soon?

We need to petition this to get this down. This is just downright disrespectful and very wrong for any person to be posting this, reblogging this, ect. Innocent lives were lost on that day.

It is not a joke.

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Dean & Cas | White Blank Page 


"I look the same," he mumbled. He did. There were no new scars or other marks that made him different from the Dean he’d been when Castiel left. He was the same as ever. Except more drunk.

"I’ve missed you too," he said and then realized how incredibly sappy they must sound so he cracked a smile. "Can’t blame you for staring though. I’d stare at me too," he joked in an attempt to steer the conversation onto something that was easier to deal with and that required less serious thinking. Dean was not a fan of thinking right now. There was already a dull ache in his head and he suspected it would be even worse when morning came.

"Yeah, ‘s not like I haven’t shared a bed before. ‘S long as you don’t start kicking we’re good " he replied and glanced down as he thought he saw a faint glow. He saw Castiel tuck something under his shirt and frowned a little questioningly but didn’t say anything. He could ask in the morning, when he’d have the energy to really listen to the reply. Right now it felt more like he couldn’t handle anything more advanced than grunting.

"Good night, Dean." Cas gave a faint smile of his own before he closed his eyes for good then, drifting off into a dreamless sleep, a night far from many. It was nice to spend the time with Dean, even if he was half drunk, and he hoped little would change in the morning. He was coming back to the camp and he didn’t have to fight any more. It made him very happy.

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2 years ago · 18 notes · originally from just-call-me-cas

Put a “Hi” in my ask & I’ll answer: 

1. First impression:
2. Truth is: 
3. How old do you look: 
4. Have you ever made me laugh: 
5. Have you ever made me mad: 
6. Best feature: 
7. Have I ever had a crush on you:
8. You’re my: 
9. Name in my phone: 
10. Should you post this too?

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2 years ago · 171,527 notes · originally from kaaatie-lee-deactivated20120601

Dean & Cas | White Blank Page 


Dean watched the back of Castiel’s head for a long time. It was the only thing not moving around and it felt nice to at least have something stable to focus on. Also he pretended to see figures and shapes in the strands sticking up in whichever direction. There weren’t a lot of shapes to be found though and after a while Dean felt his eyelids grow heavy and he fell asleep.

He was woken up again a little while later when the bed shifted. Dean frowned in his sleep, feeling dizzy and disoriented before he remembered that Castiel was there with him. Slowly, he opened his eyes and found the other man already watching him with a smile.

"Why’re you watching me?" he slurred quietly and blinked tiredly a couple of times. Did he have something on his face? Was he drooling? Dean reached up to check but besides the stubble, his face seemed clean and dry.

Cas kept his gaze steady on him, his eyes flickering over his face as he began to stir. “Because I haven’t seen you in a very long time, Dean.” He muttered, staying still. “I have missed you.” He shrugged a little. “If you wish I can stop.” He closed his eyes, pretending to put himself to sleep for Dean. He cracked an eye open, knowing he was being completely childish but Dean was drunk. He could get away with it for the night. He could still smell the alcohol on the mans breath. It made his nose scrunch. “This is…this is okay, right? Me being here?” In the same bed.

The tattoo began to hum again, feeling Cas’ emotions begin to rear their ugly heads, the Grace around his neck swirling with something a little more ferocity, reaching out to Dean. Cas looked down, briefly, at the necklace, frowning at the glow. He took the vial and put it beneath his shirt, away from their sensitive eyes.

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2 years ago · 18 notes · originally from just-call-me-cas


This is not eye-sex, this is eye-cuddling.

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2 years ago · 13,620 notes · originally from johannaj

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2 years ago · 1,596 notes · originally from astroize-archive
#Destiel #AU #wing!porn


"Thanks," Dean sighed gratefully as Castiel helped him get the stupid holster off. It would be much more comfortable to sleep without it on. At least he’d remembered to take his shoes off earlier, he thought proudly to himself as Castiel continued to stare at him.

Dean looked up as Castiel huffed out a breath and before Dean could look up to see what was the matter, he was told to move over. Dean did as he was told without really sparing a thought as to why Castiel wanted him to do so. He just pressed close against the wall, resting his forehead against the cool wood for a moment. The he felt the bed dip and he turned around to see Castiel lying down beside him, his dark hair in sharp contrast to the white pillow.

Dean stared at him for a long time and snickered a little to himself at the numerous jokes Dean could crack about them sleeping together. He didn’t though. Instead he just tucked his arm under his own head and laid down. The world was still sort of spinning.

Moments passed as the nighttime settled outside, the room growing dark, the candle finally dying, plunging them into the world of darkness they both so well knew. The only light came in from the crescent moon outside, filling in through the window and creating criss-crossed patterns through out the room. Cas finally flipped over, his body begging to reposition itself. He didn’t want to because it would put him face to face with Dean.

With the rustling of the blankets he flipped over and looked at Dean, eyes flicking over his long lashes, the freckles upon his cheeks and down to his full lips. He was staring, of course, when did he not when it came to Dean? He could see the edge of Dean’s shirt sleeve lift and the scar he had given him years ago peeked out, the raised skin still  pink and puffy. It made the angel smile.

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Dean & Cas | White Blank Page 


Dean clutched a little harder for a second as Castiel tried to pull his hands away but then he gave up and let go. Castiel was watching him with that look Dean could never read. It made him a little uncomfortable. Dean was usually pretty good at reading people but he had no idea what was going on in Castiel’s head behind that look.

"Okay," Dean eventually agreed. He couldn’t deny it what Castiel asked so nicely and said please. Maybe he really did want the couch. "Okay, if you want ti you can have it but if you want this instead you can have it. Okay?"

He nodded a little to himself before he fell backwards onto the mattress. Grunting a little in discomfort he realized the the holster was still strapped to his hip and he fumbled to get it off.

Cas leaned close and let his fingers come against the clasps on Dean’s thigh, moving his hands between his legs to press the tips against the little buckles, making them snap off. Dean certainly was drunk if he wasn’t able to coordinate his hands into taking off his clothing. He set the holster aside on the table beside his bed and looked down at him, really looking before he let out another puff of air, frustration lacing his features. “Move over.” He grunted, nudging Dean with his hand, rolling the man to the other side of the bed. It was small, yes, but it held enough room for the both of them. It was, alas, confirmed when Cas crawled in next to him.

"If you are so worried about me sleeping on the couch then I can just share the bed with you." His voice was plain, eyes already closing to the heavy weight of sleep. "Good night, Dean." The tattoo on his neck pulsed then paused, the magic almost unsure of what was happening. It felt Castiel’s heart call out to the man next to him but Cas made no movement to touch the other body, only a mere brush between them as he covered himself with the thin sheet, trying to slip off into the land where dreams haunted him. Little did he know none would come tonight.

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2 years ago · 18 notes · originally from just-call-me-cas





This is an enormous chain and I’m sorry, but I need to say this:

The laws in the Old Testament were set forth by god as the rules the Hebrews needed to follow in order to be righteous, to atone for the sin of Adam and Eve and to be able to get into Heaven. That is also why they were required to make sacrifices, because it was part of the appeasement for Original Sin.

According to Christian theology, when Jesus came from Heaven, it was for the express purpose of sacrificing himself on the cross so that our sins may be forgiven. His sacrifice was supposed to be the ultimate act that would free us from the former laws and regulations and allow us to enter Heaven by acting in his image. That is why he said “it is finished” when he died on the cross. That is why Christians don’t have to circumcise their sons (god’s covenant with Jacob), that is why they don’t have to perform animal sacrifice, or grow out their forelocks, or follow any of the other laws of Leviticus.

When you quote Leviticus as god’s law and say they are rules we must follow because they are what god or Jesus wants us to do, what you are really saying, as a Christian, is that Christ’s sacrifice on the cross was invalid. He died in vain because you believe we are still beholden to the old laws. That is what you, a self-professed good Christian, are saying to your god and his son, that their plan for your salvation wasn’t good enough for you.

So maybe actually read the thing before you start quoting it, because the implications of your actions go a lot deeper than you think.

/An atheist who understands Christian theology better than Bible-thumpers do.


(mic drop)



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2 years ago · 664,318 notes · originally from drunkonstephen


The Lollypop and Misha


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2 years ago · 27,245 notes · originally from firring
#Misha Collins #asylum8