i can feel it friends

rt if u wanna scream

The hero and the sharpshooter

( Jee belongs/drawn by @blesstale! )
( Adre @me! )

Where is my “Lena buys a small NC newspaper, and has them offer Kara a job as a reporter, because she feels like it’s her fault that Kara lost her job, but wants to keep it all under wraps. And Kara comes bounding into her office all excited like “oh my god, I can’t believe I got a new job so quickly, and it’s even better pay than at Catco, and I get to be an actual junior reporter and one of the senior guys is mentoring me and they say I can write about what ever I am passionate about” and Lena is like “oh rly?” and is just so happy that Kara is happy and doesn’t want anything in return, but to get to support her friend (oh and you know, casually encourages the newspaper to give Kara assignments that require her to interview Lena on a regular basis)” fic?

i love my personality disorder and how it just [clenches fist] takes the fact that one person can have said something negative about me and makes me believe literally everyone hates me…. and once i feel like literally everyone hates me i fall into an instant crashing depression that disconnects me from any ounce of identity i have because apparently im still constantly balancing on the opinions of those who see me, despite spending only about 7% of my time outside of my house


never thought i’d make an Angst ™ comic starring tome, yet here i am. 

damn u ONE…..ur good

I just couldn’t get this post by @k-vichan out of my head and it was driving me nuts so this happened.

“Dean, I want you to understand that this Nephilim business is urgent and an all hands on deck situation,” Cas says. “The angels approached me for help and I needed to do something.”

Dean stares resolutely at his desk. “You could’ve stayed with us and helped us if you wanted to so badly.”

“The angels are my family and I-”

“The angels are your family?” Dean asks, incredulous, finally turning to look at Cas. “We - me and Sam - are your family.”

“But you were-” Cas cuts himself off, glaring at Dean’s wall in frustration. 

“What?” Dean stands, stepping into Cas’ personal space. “What, huh?”

“You said I was your brother.” Cas looks Dean in the eye like he’s challenging him. “You were lying.”

“No,” Dean shakes his head. “I definitely wasn’t.”

“I’m an angel,” Cas grits out. “I can sense when someone’s lying.”

Dean pauses in contemplation. He remembers the conversation in his baby, of course, and he has a sneaky suspicion that he knows what Cas is getting at. 

“You’re our family,” he says slowly. “Am I lying?”

Cas is silent for a beat. “No.”

“Sam and I, we want you to stay with us, here. Am I lying?’


“You’re like our brother,” Dean says, cataloging every shift on Cas’ face.

Cas narrows his eyes at him, and jackpot. Dean was right.

Dean swallows hard, hesitating for only a moment.

“I love you,” his voice comes out soft, almost a whisper. “Am I lying?” 

“I- no.” Cas is visibly shocked. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m in love with you,” Dean rephrases, letting the breath he’d been holding in out. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Cas asks, face twisted in confusion.

Dean laughs bitterly. “Why? Because you keep leaving, that’s fucking why.”

“I thought-” Cas looks dazed. “I thought you didn’t want me here. I thought you were lying.”

“Well, clearly you were wrong, dumbass,” Dean grumbles. 

“You were lying,” Cas retorts. “Dumbass.”

“Don’t ‘dumbass’ me,” Dean sputters. “Just, c’mere.”

Cas takes a step forward and Dean raises a hand, brushes his cheek.

“Stay, please.” 

“Of course,” Cas mutters against Dean’s lips.


#watchfuturama meme [7/10 scenes]: Fry and Leela’s first (actual) kiss

“Then I am the most important person in the universe.”


dont worry, im here for u 💕  

i thought about death last on a tuesday. i thought about how decay is supposed to smell sweet and i wondered what that meant for its taste. i have no intention to find out, though i know curiosity, like cat to mouse, has a way of digging her claws in.

i thought about life last night. not just the sunrise, or the stars. not just the way the world goes dizzy at the edges when you hold your breath, but the way that the air feels in the aftermath of a storm. particles lightning-charged with the same kind of life that lingers in the synapses of a brain at the edge of discovery.

this morning i thought about you. you. you are hard to fold into words. i find that your curves do not like the way sentences feel when i try to hold them up against you, to see if i caught your image within them. the comparison is as weak as i was when i saw you last tuesday, or when you smiled at me last night.

tonight? who knows. the thing is, i think these days i laugh more than i cry, but i still think about death. i haven’t looked at the stars in a while but i still see them, and i will always watch for storms. you do not complete me as i was a person before you, but i like that we could live alone. it means we choose not to.

l.s. | i still think © 2017 

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You acted like the bad guy in front of her, but I know you’re hurt inside. I was aiming for that.

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get to know me: favorite female character → the ‘avatar: the last airbender’ girls
“I’m a warrior, but I’m a girl too.”

All I want is for Draco Malfoy to one day look back on his life and think… 

‘All was well’.

My friend is reading TWoK for the first time. She sent me this text, while reading the chapter just before Sas Nahn:

I was feeling like a very bad friend…

A few minutes later:

And now she understands.

im so tired of fake friends..
and by fake friend I don’t mean friends that act cool to your face and then talk shit when you leave. No no no no. I mean something way worse than that.
I mean those “friends” who say they’ll always be there for you, the ones that tell you if you ever need anything you can always talk to me, but when you need them they’re nowhere to be found. The friends that make plans with you multiple times and make up some excuse for why they can’t come now or just never text you at all and you’re just stuck waiting until hours later they have some flimsy excuse as to why they never got back with you.
You know… those “friends”.