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I really want dean and cas cuddling underneath a soft down comforter, the bunker’s air conditioning making the sheets cool and ruffling their hair ever so slightly in the breeze

and cas just can’t stop trailing his fingers over dean’s skin and staring in wonder. because in his millennia of existence, he’s never felt closer to heaven than he does in this moment.

dean’s freckles stand out on his skin, still flushed from earlier… when he had thrown cas down on their bed and ridden him until they both came, panting and sweating and tangled together endlessly.

dean’s eyes are bleary and stunning and beautifully green when he blinks them open slowly to find cas gazing down at him. he doesn’t flinch and cas suppresses a chuckle at how far they’ve come.

“come on, cas, don’t go sappy on me now” dean is rubbing his eyes and smiling a secret smile that only cas gets to see.

“I didn’t say anything.” cas replies tracing a finger over dean’s cheekbone.

“you always get that look on your face when you’re about to say something sappy. last time you looked at me like that you said I had ‘galaxies on my skin’ and that you ‘could never hope to map them all,’ you great big sap.” dean is smirking and there’s contagious laughter in his voice. “what were you going to say this time, huh?”

“I was thinking about ice cream, actually.” cas lies, trying to keep a straight face. “I would like to eat ice cream in bed.”

“you liar.” dean is still smiling as he props himself up on his elbows. “you were just gonna stare at me until some appeared in front of you?”

“…yes.”

dean looks away as a flush appears on his face. he bites his lip and smiles shyly to himself before turning back to cas and stroking his thumb along cas’ jawline.

“I’ll get you some ice cream, cas.”

cas grins as he watches dean pry himself from their bed.

“you should put on some pants.”

“shut up.” dean throws a rogue pillow at cas’ face before pulling on boxers.

as he puts his hand on the doorknob he turns back to cas.

“you know that I - uh… I you know um, lo-“

"I was going to tell you that your skin in the warm light of this room is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. out of all the supernovae and nebulae in the entire universe from the beginning of time. you are the most beautiful.”

dean stares at him in shock, mouth parted and eyes wide and sparkling.

“I also wanted ice cream though.”

dean throws another pillow at him (cas isn’t sure where all these pillows came from), but he’s glowing with happiness. dean’s entire being is shining with happiness as he leaves the room to fetch ice cream.

“I love you too.” cas murmurs after dean disappears into the hallway.

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I’m beating a dead horse at this point but I keep coming back to this shit; 

people seem to think Steve does shit just because its the right thing to do. It’s always more complicated than that. Steve understands why right is right. He understands that you treat people with decency first and foremost because they deserve that from you–because he’s empathetic, and he wants to see and promote the good in people. He’s not polite just because its ‘right’, he’s polite because he thinks people deserve that of him, and if it turns out they don’t cuz they’re assholes, he lets them know that. And that politeness starts to fray once he gets to the present, cuz its not something that comes naturally. It’s something he has to work for. Cuz Steve isn't naturally a nice guy to everyone. There’s only certain people that bring that out of him, and they’re few and far between. Steve is naturally quiet and closed off, cuz that’s how he spent his life before the serum. 

And he doesn’t want into the army cuz its 'right’. If he gave a shit about what’s 'right’, he’d be okay with doing jobs he’s physically fit for. He’d settle for working in a factory, for collecting scrap metal in his little red wagon. If he only cared about what was 'right’, his pride wouldn’t be an issue, but Steve’s pride is always an issue. He wants to die doing something important. He doesn’t want to be stuck at home while the last person he has, the last person he loves, leaves him probably never to return. He wants to follow him and it pisses him off that he keeps being told that he can’t, he’s not allowed, he’s not good enough. Steve wants to go to war for selfish reasons as well as noble ones, and he’s not an honest guy, okay. Not when it comes to his emotions. So when asked, he pulls out the noble shit he KNOWS you can’t argue with. 

Bucky’s right, okay, Steve has a lot he wants to prove. Mostly he wants to prove his life is worth spending, that its worth the same amount as every other guy his age who got drafted. Like Bucky. He wants to follow Bucky to the end of the line, but Steve’s number never got called and when he goes in asking, begging to get taken anyways, he’s being told no. Bucky’s life is worth enough to waste. Steve’s isn’t. Why the fuck would he be okay sitting at home with those kinds of thoughts bouncing around his head? Why would a stubborn asshole like Steve Rogers be above lying if it meant maybe, maybe, someone would give him the chance to die the way he wants to die. 

And if Steve isn’t above repeatedly lying to the government to get what he wants, he probably wouldn’t be above lying about other shit, too. Just because Steve wants to be responsible doesn’t mean he chooses to be every time he bends or breaks the rules

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Drew this forever ago and never posted it- one of those redraw meme things :) I am never totally satisfied with my art (who is), but it’s nice to look back and see how far I’ve come! This one of my OCs from my webcomic universe, elf Lord Tshaude ♥

In my years as a teacher, I’ve seen it over and over again. It’s the kids with the greatest facility who can run up against the bigger problems. You are the best in your class without even trying, which is the best way to learn nothing. There are no questions, nothing’s pressing you, you’re just operating off the top of your facility. The not-so-facile kid just plugs along, every step is a working step, and he comes to the twentieth step and it’s just another step. But facility is a funny thing: it takes you way up–you soar, and you look like you’re really doing something–but at a certain point you go as far as you can with facility, and then you hit the big questions. I’ve seen a lot of kids get completely waylaid at that point, totally confused, sometimes permanently.
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Robert Irwin from “Seeing is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One Sees”

This quote particularly resonated with me so I wanted to share it.