Dean Winchester saying I LOVE YOU

Castiel saying I LOVE YOU

Dean’s lost his wallet. He’s freaking the fuck out. It’s not because he’s gotta worry about his credit cards getting stolen—technically, he stole them first—or the shitty savings cards he stuffed in there since he’s got ten more back home. No, Dean’s freaking out because right in the middle of a heated debate with Cas over noodle shapes, the intercom comes on and an totally oblivious lady’s voice says to the entire freaking store—“Would Dean Winchester come to the front desk please? Figure he might want his wallet and photo of his cute husband back.”

To be fair, the old lady was clearly one of those sweethearts who dote on customers and find anyone of a younger generation to be absolutely adorable and not dealing with delicate issues such as the photo of Cas Dean’s been hiding in his wallet for years.

So naturally, in the midst of total mortification, Dean forgets all about bowtie and elbow noodles and avoids Cas at all costs as he makes a beeline for the front desk, perplexed angel at his heels. His ears are burning, his face is burning, Dean feels like the entire store his watching him as he speed walks as fast as he can without full on sprinting.

“Dean—“ Cas hisses, but because he now thinks he’s in an action movie, Dean makes a wild turn into another lane to skitter out of Cas’ view for a moment. It’s enough time for him to pretend he didn’t hear.

The old lady is smiling when Dean reaches the front desk, Cas following and standing too too close right behind him. Her eyes dart from Dean’s bright red flush to Cas, sparkling in fond amusement.

“Was gonna ask you to describe your hubby in the photo to make sure it’s you, hon.” She chuckles in a Southern drawl. “No need to when he’s right behind yah, hm?”

“There is no one behind—?”Cas began, but Dean cut him out with a strangled sort of noise. The lady chuckles again.

“Here’s your wallet, honey. You two have a good day now.”

“Thanks.” Dean wheezes, stuffing his wallet in his pocket like he could bury the last five minutes six feet under.

Neither of them talk about it until they’re in the car.

“What did that lady mean by the husband in your wallet?”

Dean gulps, eyes fixed on the road as if that would save him embarrassment. It doesn’t.

“It ain’t some random smuck, if that’s what you’re asking.” He grunts. “S’just a photo of you I threw in there.”

Cas was silent for a moment.

“Ah.” He murmurs a moment later. “She assumed we were—“

“Yeah.”

“Why did you put it in there?”

“What?”

“You usually keep photos of your family in your nightstand. Why didn’t you put the one of me there too?”

Dean knew how Cas was looking at this. That because he separated Cas’ photo from the ones of him, Sam, Bobby, and Mom, that it didn’t equate him to family. That Dean didn’t see Cas as family like he did the others. And that just couldn’t slide for him.

“‘Cause I wanted to.” He mumbles, ears burning again. “Got a habit of carryin’ a piece of you ‘round when your gone. Your coat, your ashes, your bloody handprint…” he gulps against a sudden lump in his throat. “Guess I’m waiting for you to leave me again. Or somethin’.” He trails off into silence, avoiding the heavy gaze on him.

“I’m not leaving.” Cas says after a long moment. “Never again, unless you ask it of me.”

“I ain’t gonna do that.”

“Then I’m not going anywhere. There’s no need to carry of piece of me around when I will always be right here.”

Dean swallows again.

“Do you believe me?”

And, just how Cas continuously put his faith in Dean, Dean decides it was time to put his faith in Cas.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Dean still keeps the photo in his wallet, not because he thinks Cas will leave him, but because seeing his angel’s face every time he goes for his stolen credit card or shitty savings coupons makes him smile.

Are you telling me Dean keeps a picture of Cas in his wallet? Are you telling me that Dean took a picture of Cas in a cowboy hat most likely on his phone, took his little bisexual ass down to a Walgreens, figured out how to print a physical copy of the picture, and folded it up to put in his wallet so he can look at it any time?

ARE YOU TELLING ME-

So, supernatural........... you mean to tell me that a straight man with a canon cowboy fetish keeps a photograph of his "friend" wearing a cowboy hat in his wallet for "Heterosexual Reasons™"?

This "friend in Dean's wallet" is someone that ran away from his family, his home, his job, his title, his reputation, his power, and his life to live with Dean full time in his home. And, that picture is in Dean's wallet for Heterosexual Reasons™.

This friend faces constant discrimination and harassment from all creatures. 100% of this discrimination is based on his "unnaturally close" relationship with Dean. And, that picture is in Dean's wallet for Heterosexual Reasons™.

The "friend in Dean's wallet" puts himself in harm's way every season to take work off of Dean's plate and stress off of Dean's shoulders. And, that picture is in Dean's wallet for Heterosexual Reasons™.

This "friend in Dean's wallet" is raising a child with him. Their child is half Winchester and half angel. Their child calls both of them DAD. He looks just like Dean's friend in the face, but he has Dean's hair. And, that picture is in Dean's wallet for Heterosexual Reasons™.

This "friend in Dean's wallet" leaves home sometimes. For too long. So long, that Dean calls and texts obsessively until he reaches him. And, when he can't, Dean gets moody. They fight. Argue. Slam doors. And, then they make up. Before long, they're sneaking off together in a quiet corner of the kitchen or the war room. They steal little precious pockets of time away from Sam and the baby, huddled close in the middle of the night. They talk for hours and drink whiskey until Dean is too tired to stay awake. And, that picture is in Dean's wallet for Heterosexual Reasons™.

This "friend in Dean's wallet" likes to watch him sleep. He could do it for hours. Dean dragged a nice chair into his bedroom the day he moved in. Years later, the chair is still in his room, turned at an angle towards his bed. Specifically facing the side of the bed that Dean sleeps on. And, that picture is in Dean's wallet for Heterosexual Reasons™.

This "friend in Dean's wallet" has a Led Zeppelin mixtape. Dean made it special, hoping his friend would feel like Dean was sitting right next to him, riding shotgun in his truck -- even when they were apart. And, that picture is in Dean's wallet for Heterosexual Reasons™.

Dean's mother and father bonded over Led Zeppelin. Their shared fondness for the band ran so deep that his mother gave her phone number to a boy she wasn't supposed to like. And they fell deeply in love. Months later, despite what her family thought, the monster hunteress eloped with the strong lonely soldier. They had children, lived in a nice home, and held it together with love. It's only fitting Dean gave the "friend in his wallet" a portable copy of his favorite Led Zeppelin songs. He wanted to do an even 12 tracks, but he couldn't forget Since I Been Loving You. And, that picture is in Dean's wallet for Heterosexual Reasons™.

The "friend in Dean's wallet" is gentle, kind, and compassionate. His touch heals all of Dean's wounds. His face brings out Dean's brightest smiles. His deep, rumbling voice calms and centers Dean. They communicate without talking. Dean prays to his friend religiously and his friend believes in Dean more than he does in god. And, that picture is in Dean's wallet for Heterosexual Reasons™.

Tell me, Supernatural, what are those Heterosexual Reasons™?

How many pictures did Dean take before Castiel grew impatient and gave him that tired look?

What does Dean feel when he pulls out the photo while Cas is away on one of his Too Long trips?

How often does he stare at that picture with a fifth of whisky in his hand, wondering if Cas is ignoring his calls/prayers? All the while, knowing he'll soon break down in tears and keep missing the angel anyway.

Does he pull out the photo on the good days too? Buzzing with joy, wishing he could tell Cas everything?

What Is The Heterosexual Reason for Dean having that picture of Cas?

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GODDAMMIT DEAN

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The Cockroach

Even demons fear this elusive horror when it starts flying. 

Papa Jumin (1)

After a walk outside with your baby, you enter the pentahouse with the stroller. Jumin was waiting for you inside, as soon as he sees you, he stands up from his chair, walking towards you with a happy smile on his face.

He slides a arm around your waist to approach your body against his.

“I missed you.”

He leans for a kiss and his lips brush with yours lightly. Before he can continue, your son reminds you two that he is here.

He begins to cry loudly and Jumin crouchs down besides the scroller and takes the baby in his arms while smiling. You remember the first time he took the baby, he was really clumsy and awkward at first but now, he becomes a great father.

Jumin starts to walk towards the baby’s room but since he has a tough week of work, you want him to relax. You stop him by touching his arm.

“Jumin ! It’s fine I can do it, just go and relax !”

He turns and kisses you on the cheek.

“A mother’s work is hard, please, go rest my angel.”

You smile at him and sigh as you sit on the chair. Even if you don’t want him to take the baby, he wants to be with him as much as he can. Taking your phone out, Elizabeth 3rd is nuzzling on your legs and you smile.

As to Jumin, he puts the baby in the cradle and begins to sing him a lullaby really quietly. Immediately, the baby stops crying and he smiles happily at his father while laughing.

“P-Papa !”

Suddenly, Jumin’s eyes go wide. He freezes while he processes what he just heard.

“Papa !”

A giant smile appears on his face and he starts to chuckle while tears appear in his eyes. He is about to call you but his son stops him once again.

“Does Jumin Han is gay ?”

Suddenly, Jumin freezes, staring at his baby in disbelief.

“Does Jumin Han is gay ? lolololololol !”

Quickly, Jumin looks inside the baby’s clothing and finds a small speaker behind his nape.

He turns his body to go towards the living room but finds you, filming him while you put a hand on your mouth, your whole body, shaking. But as soon as he lays his eyes on you, you burst in laughter.

His knuckles become white as his face becomes red with embarassment and wrath. He clenches his teeth together with anger.

“I’m going to kill Seven.”

i shouldnt actually draw my dumb tweets

Wtf is sephora

It sounds scary

isn’t that the guy with the long white hair from final fantasy

Estuans interius

Ira vehementi

Estuans interius

Ira vehementi

All this time. ALL THIS TIME i had no idea SAI had perspective transform capabilities.

What?????????????? Is this?????????? How do ???????

I think they mean the Free Transform selection! If you use that correctly you can mess with the selected objects form a bit better?

oh thank you! i noticed with transform selection that using CTRL gives it different effects, i just didnt know what all what this was and thought there was some funnky feature i never knew about

thanks so much for the help!

no.. i dont mean this..

I mean this.

PERSPECTIVE TRANSFORMING…

fuck dude it sure does

can we talk about this beautiful moment here guYS

hot damn

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when people bring up your past