i just teared


“How did Cas even get the Colt out of the safe in the first place?”


“Dean, you put the Colt back in the safe right?”



“It was under my pillow”

So. Questions.

1. How did Cas know to look under Dean’s pillow?”

2. At what point in that prior scene where Cas appears to have spent 3 seconds hovering in the doorway to Dean’s bedroom only could he have got the Colt from under Dean’s pillow? Hmm?

3. Why was Dean so shifty about it when admitting to Sam that was where Cas had taken it from?

Do you want me to answer these questions? Or shall I leave it up to your good selves to put two and two together just like Sam probably did hence Dean acting all shifty in the first place?

Here’s a hint:

Cas spent far longer in Dean’s bedroom than just the clip we were shown.

Cas spent considerable amounts of time in Dean’s bedroom in the general vicinity of his bed and pillow.

Cas was able to ‘distract’ Dean long enough to swipe the Colt away from underneath his pillow.

Hmmm… Do I really need to spell it out any further? :P

I feel bad after watching videos and pictures of Ten at the airport. It hurts so much seeing how his mom was hugging him and have this worried look all the time. No matter how famous you get, how much you want to achieve your dreams, there’s always your mom supporting you behind your back even if it kills her to see her baby so far away from her.


Hi my name is Bartholomew Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way Allen and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got myname) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a metahuman, and I go to a high tech lab called STAR Labs where i’ve been hiding in for 8 years. I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topicand I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was moping inside the secret room in the labs. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A past version of myself stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.

anonymous asked:

HI!! (love your work, big fan. i read your imagines like every night before i go to bed,, helps me sleep!) if you have any really super depressing and angsty ones, could you link them?? im in the mood for that shit,, if not, maybe that could b new idea?? just like a long one where the reader is like having a breakdown/attack and stu gets extremely worried and comforts them,, thank you!!! ilysm!! (btw in no way am i wanting mental illness to be romanticized, i just love that depressing shit)

A/N: today has been a d a y for me i thought maybe i could put my honey nut feelios into this so it’s more authentic but its nooooottttttttttttttt goooooooodddddddddddddddddddd and i agree with you on that not romanticized comment i see u homie hmu in the pms for some quality conversation ily

ignore the typos im tired its 1am ill fix them later

A small feeling of relief slowly but surely washes over you as you make your way down the familiar path that leads you to your shared home. You let out a long awaited sigh as you unlock the door, throwing your keys onto the table by your side as you step in. Being away from it all physically was pleasant enough on its own, but unfortunately, your clouded mind seemed to intensify your exhaustion, as you couldn’t find yourself to feel completely comforted in your own home. The house was silent and you concluded that he probably went out for the evening. You checked your phone and sighed; no messages, no calls. You decide not to let yourself be bothered by it, there was already enough on your mind as is.

Tired feet drag themselves to your bathroom as you try to convince yourself a warm shower is all you really need. You stand underneath the scalding water, hands resting on the tile, and stare down at the drain as water falls through the small metallic holes. The warm water feels nice but it doesn’t do much for your restless thoughts. You recall every occurrence of the day, wondering why the universe seemed to be gnawing at you in almost every possible way. Your mind eventually goes blank and you find yourself staring down at the drain for no reason at all, completely numb. You don’t even know how long you stay there for, nothing else has value in that moment, not even the drain your eyes are fixated on. You don’t even realize the front door has been opened until his muffled voice from the kitchen finally reaches you. 

You turn off the faucet and step out of the shower and dry yourself quickly before changing. When you emerge from the bathroom, you hear his voice much clearer now slightly drowned out by the sounds of bags rustling. He must have gone to get some food. You slowly make your way to the kitchen and stand in the door frame, watching him put away seemingly endless amounts of off-brand cereal into the cabinets. 

He turns around and jumps a little when he sees you behind him. He greets you cheerfully, “I just picked up a few things we needed while you were gone,” he explains before putting away the last couple of things, “Pizza should be here soon,” he looks at his watch, “If it’s not here in 15, then its free!” He smiles at you and your mouth curls only slightly. He frowns at that and steps closer to you, taking your hands into his, “You alright?”

Your hands slip out of his and you stare at the floor for a moment. His eyebrows knit together in worry as you speak, “I’m just tired,” you say, turning your head to look into his eyes. He’s staring at you with concern etched all over his features which makes you feel slightly worse. You impulsively kiss his cheek quickly, in hopes of convincing him that you’re okay but he doesn’t buy it. He thinks for a bit until he comes up with an idea, “I got it. Dawn of the Dead.”

You don’t hate the idea, but you don’t necessarily love it as it has become almost routine for the two of you. You agree anyway, anything to keep yourself distracted. 

The pizza arrives shortly, 2D disappointed over the fact it wasn’t free, and the two of you sit together on the couch, watching a film you’ve seen countless times. He seems happy though, chewing eagerly as his eyes are fixated onto the screen. He doesn’t notice that you haven’t spoken the entire time or hardly even touched your dinner. Having it almost every week has become a bit tiresome for you as well. You stare down at your plate and think how almost every thing has been routine and you can’t help but feel sickened by it. You sigh unintentionally loud, earning his attention as he turns his head to you, “Y/N?”

“Stuart…” you begin, unsure if you really want to continue, but you do anyway, knowing it’s probably best for you both, “I think we should take a break.”

He pauses the movie and stares at you expectantly, thinking you were referring to the film but you continue, your eyes closed as you speak, “I think we should stop seeing each other.”

Silence fills the room.

“… What?” He asks, truly confused. Things were going great between the two of you, he recalls the week going by so well.

“We just- I think it would be best if we just called it quits…” You say, you don’t dare to face him, knowing if you did your heart would break completely.

He looks at you and then at the TV and pizza and thinks for a bit, “… You’re not happy with me?” 

Your head falls to your hand and you force yourself to stay together, “No, it’s not- We’ll just talk about this in the morning, I’m really tired.” You don’t even give him time to respond before you get up and head over to the room. 

He doesn’t join you the entire night, he spends the night awake on the couch, dreading as the time passes, leading him to the inevitable fate of your relationship.

sorry its not 21 pilots uwu i joke pls calm

so i thought about how 2d said he can’t remember much details from past a week and took that TOO DAMN Far and made this. its probs a joke really cause you know brain damage but i had fun crying writing and i hope yall like it.

also the ask box is gonna be open again, gonna queue what i cleared out all day today, we’re going to be running smoothly again friendos.

ps thanks for putting up with my shit you gUYS ik i suck but yall are so nice and patient and supportive im love you


Somehow I managed to stumble on the “The boy next door” (Ep 1, Chanel to watch the series eng sub). It turned out to be one of the most hilarious things I’ve seen in a long long time.
If you like BL and haven’t watched it, go check it out.

It’s queerbaiting from ep 10…seriously you fucked up such a good thing, go fuck yourselves. It could be so good, shit…now at least I know why they’re not awkward when playing…seriously gtfo, I’m so mad.

Ok just watched the whole thing…it’s not that bad…at least they didn’t end up dating the girl…and kinda were into each other at the end…


Yuuri tells Victor his thoughts during their first dance.

I want to thank @thehobbem so, so much for co-writing the dialogue! She spent hours going through metas and crafting this line-by-line with me. Yuuri was much harder to write for than Victor and I couldn’t have done it without her tireless work. ;u; I also want to thank @teasidesketches for doing final revisions despite not being in the fandom. You two are the best. <3

I also want to dedicate this to @solfegefaerie for being the first one to give me the idea of writing Yuuri’s vows. They’re not vows this time, but I thought this was suiting. :) 

If you can, you should read this while listening to “Yuri on Ice.” I matched the flow of the comic to that of the song, hence the tribute to the representation of Yuuri as the lone piano until Victor comes into his life as the violin (in case you were wondering about the sudden Music AU thrown in the middle there). 

Pair comic to Victor’s Vows.

anonymous asked:

(1) Hi Viria, I hope you are well :) I am sorry to bother you with this, but it's really important for me, and I wanted to share it with you. It'll be long and kinda sad at first, but it gets better, trust me. I'm a 23 y/o latina art student. When I was a baby, my mom left my dad and remarried, and my little sister was born when I was 10. She is the light of my life and I love her to no end. Our mom, however, had had and undiagnosed and untreated mental illness for years, and one day

(2) during a severe crisis she hurt us really bad. I was 12. She was taken away to a psychiatric hospital and Child Services prohibited her from ever getting near us again. Since then, I have been taking care of my little sister and practically raised her while my stepdad worked 2-3 shifts to afford our education and payment for my mom’s hospital, living and meds. He was always working and I took full responsibility for my sis. As you can imagine, even though I loved her with my life, 

 (3) the situation was very stressful and exhausting for me. By the time I was 15, I looked every bit a teen mom. One particularly hard night when my little sis had been crying about mom, I couldn’t sleep. So I turned to something that calmed me: the Harry Potter books. I read them online, and somehow ended up searching for HP fanart. That was the night I stumbled upon your DA account. And boy, did I love it! I know back in 2011 your skills weren’t what they are now,

(4) but I was blown away, and what’s more, I felt inspired to draw. I had never tried to make any art before; it wasn’t “my thing”. But that night, you inspired me. As time went by I kept drawing and closely followed your improvements. Your art was so relaxing, calming, and inspiring, that it really helped me during hard times. You kinda dragged me into all the cool fandoms, series and animes, and I found life to be far more bearable with so many awesome things to love and think about.

(5) Your DA and Tumblr were some sort of safe sapce for me. It always cheered me up and gave me joy, peace, inspiration. When the time came, I choose to study Art at college. It turned out you did too, and you kept up all the good stuff in your blogs. Weirdly enough, I kept feeling a sense of pride whenever you improved and got better. I was so strange that you were so so far away and didn’t even know I existed but you helped me so much.

(6) I got accepted at my country’s top University to study Fine Arts; I moved cities and took my sister with me; she grew into a wonderful, sensible, peaceful child, and her presence motivated me to be the best version of myself, while your art motivated me to keep expanding my academic/artistic abilities. Life was hard but good at college, and I had incredible opportunities. I am graduating this spring with an advanced studies specialization, and was recently hired to work at

(7) of a movie. It’s like living a dream. And tonight, just a couple hours ago, the most incredible thing happened. After dinner, my little sis came to me, phone in hand, and said “Hey Ana, you won’t believe what I found. There’s this girl who makes amazing art of all the fandoms you’re in. Her drawings are gorgeous and she has so many!”. She showed me your tumblr. I wanted to laugh and cry. She was amazed when she saw your old drawings and your current ones; speechless.

(8) She fell in love, and you know what? Immediatly after, she went to draw. She’s been doing so the past hours. I know this was offensively long, but Viria, I needed to thank you for what you did. Your art has always been SO much more than just digital drawings of fictional characters. It’s been the source of peace, safety and joy that so many of us crave. You have wonderfully impacted and influenced many people across the world with everything you make.

(9) I am so glad you exist and do what you do; you gave me the hobby that grew into my passion, thaught me so much, inspired me beyond belief and most of all, you helped make life more bearable. And now, you have made the same for my sister. Viria, the world wouldn’t be the same without you. You are truly a magnificent light among us, and for your existence and passion I’ll be forever grateful. Thank you, and may you always live the beautiful, happy, awesome life you deserve. Thank you.

I’m not even kidding I was sitting here peacefully chewing sandwich and by the end of these messages the sandwich was too salty so was my cappuccino I swear you got me to tears and now i’m just like

I’m a shaking emotional leaf but thank you so much for writing me! It means so much and i’m so touched and i just wish you and your sister all the best of luck, though it seems like you don’t really need it. Thank you, and I hope life goes wonderfully for you and your family! 


its been like 6 years since i’ve last drawn nico, my little italian death prince


jungkookie’s audition for Superstar K ;_; after this he got scouted by a lot of agencies. ultimately he chose bighit because he thought Namjoon was cool ^_^