sometimes i forget most people don't know that birdhouse shapes aren't just for shits and giggles and that birds actively prefer and even need specific shapes to nest in
So which ones need the Frank Lloyd Wright ass houses?
the ones that make 240,000$ a year by making other birds work in their warehouse for 5 sunflower seeds an hour
Firstly, angels don't dance. It's one of the distinguishing characteristics that marks an angel. So, none. At least, nearly none […] So providing the dance was a gavotte, the answer is a straightforward "one". Then again, you might just as well ask how many demons can dance on the head of a pin. They're of the same original stock, after all. And at least demons dance. Not what you'd call good dancing, though.
Crowley had been the one to summon the storm in Eden?
Because he knew from experience
That it would work
Plot twist: They're arguing because Cas ordered Dean's burger with *gasp* lettuce
Anyway, this comic has been living rent-free in my head ever since I saw @spn-lesbian 's text post, and I had to nod my hat at the sheer genius of it + bonus Wendy's Sabriel shenanigans.
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I wish I was taller. I wish I was a baller. I wish my cat had a phone I would call her.
s5 dean voice so is anyone gonna give that dorky angel a blowjob or is it gonna have to be me? haha. ;) am i right ladies? sam voice Dean, you’re doing the thing again. Yes the thing where you talk to yourself like you have any friends and I have to pretend to not hear it
fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk
As a european i sometimes forget furefkied are actually real and not american folklore/cryptids. Like you’ve got friendly little bugs that glow in the dark….. b r uh
in case europeans were worried: we love them very much! even tho they’re clumsy and slow and sometimes bump into you, no one swats fireflies here, or takes them for granted. even grownups sometimes reach out in the summer and gently catch a firefly for a minute before letting it go.
By “reach out” that’s meant quite literally–you just kinda. Stick your hand in their flight path and they land on you and will sit on your hand for a bit. Sometimes if you’re just walking or standing outside while they’re active you have to shoo them off you because they’ll just. Sit on you.
They’re harmless and very pretty and it’s always a treat to see because they’re out for a relatively short time each year.
Had a dream that I was accidentally entered into a "Christian rap competition" and the only thing I could think to rap about was my current interest in pickling onions. The crowd thought my pickled red onion brine for Jesus rap was so cringe that they didn't even boo. The entire venue just went completely silent until I felt awkward and left.
This would have done numbers with Russian orthodox Christians you were just playing to the wrong crowd king. Protestants have no culture
"Are my pickled red onion bars wack? No, it is simply the protestants who are wrong."
not enough fucked up little freak animals in the barbie movie. not enough busted ass capital-c Creatures. barbie god's™ mistakes.
where were they. greta where were they.
I refuse to let anyone forget those two cunty little dogs
legit not lying when i say i teared up reading this
I’ll be sobbing if anyone needs me, thanks.
The world: is ending
Death: is plotting
Chuck: is destroying universes
Dean and Cas: on a date
me in a remote lodge on the top of a mountain after two days of hiking in the rain and cold. i’ll have you know i’m capable of thinking about destiel anywhere
what i’m saying is what if seasonal worker dean and hiker castiel got stuck there. due to bad weather
dean’s been there for years. it’s a simple little hub for hikers but they’ve got water and electricity and dean’s usually in the kitchen, he cooks and pours beer and chats away with everyone who passes through and spends a night. and castiel is just lost. not physically, he knew he was headed to this particular location because the view was supposed to be beautiful, but he’s trying to get away from his controlling family and putting physical distance between them seemed like the logical first step. however the fickle weather hasn’t been on his side, and when he reaches the lodge in the evening it’s already packed with hikers trying to escape the storm. castiel sees it in the guy’s apologetic eyes; there’s simply not room for another mattress on the floor. but i can’t let you try to pitch your tent in this weather, the guy says. hey, i’ll put a mattress in the kitchen and lend you my private room. i practically live in the kitchen anyway. and castiel says absolutely not, i cannot ask that of you.
and dean says well it’s about to get pretty cozy then, if you wanna share a room with a stranger. there’s still room on the floor there. and castiel says shouldn’t you be more wary? wouldn’t i be the stranger in this scenario. and dean smirks and says i’ve had to shack up with worse. and then cas of course has to change out of his wet clothes and hang everything up to dry and that leaves him with a long sleeved undershirt and a pair of shorts and woolly socks and he looks less like a drowned cat now and dean is not looking at his thighs at all. cas apologises for his ridiculous outfit and dean says nothing to apologise for. and he only stutters a little bit. castiel still shivers a little bit, once he’s settled in in his sleeping bag on dean’s floor and dean thinks god i want to help him warm up so bad
