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“Hawaii - The Pace of Formation” is a window into the creation of an island. The Kilauea Volcano’s continued flow of lava into the ocean is one of the few places in the world to provide a front row seat of an island’s formation. The Big Island is literally changing before your eyes. This vast island contains 8 out of 13 different climate zones in the world, each with unique ecosystems, making the Big Island one of the most ecologically diverse places in the world. To showcase its diversity, we wanted to slow things down and let its beauty speak for itself. Enjoy!
Visit all the locations in this video for yourself in this unique 8k 360 video experience: youtube.com/watch?v=c858UGeCeG4
Check out a behind-the-scenes look at the filming of this adventure: vimeo.com/203005247
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Aaron Mendez instagram.com/aaronmendezfilms
Brian Hawkins instagram.com/brian.hawkins
Chaz Curry instagram.com/chazcurry
Matt Givot instagram.com/mgivot
Thank you to our lava guides for making this possible and keeping us safe.
John Tarson - Epic Lava epiclava.com
Warren Fintz - Eppix Adventures eppixadventures.photoshelter.com/index
Moku Nui Lava Tours - mnlavatour.com
Filming Locations
Kamokuna lava ocean entry in Hawaii Volcanoes National Park
Rainbow Falls, Hilo
Mauna Kea Observatory
Waipio Valley
South Point
Pololu Valley
Hawaii Tropical Botanical Gardens
Nahiwa Point

I’ll Never Forget Him

Summary: When Dan slips and tells the entirety of the internet a secret about Phil, he tries desperately to cover it up. He just doesn’t try hard enough.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 1,271

A/N: I really hope you guys enjoy this one. I’ve spent over three months crafting it to make sure that the whole thing is perfect. This really means a lot to me so please enjoy yes yes.


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No but Dean hitting on Cas would be really awkward because Dean, being the shameless flirt he is, would say something really smooth while smirking, like “hey Cas, do you know why the sky is so grey? Because all the blue is in your eyes” and Cas would look at him in total confusion because “that’s very nice of you, Dean,  but it is actually due to the amount of clouds”, and Dean would just smile bc his little angel is too cute

But in the other way round it would be absolutely adorable because Cas’d stare at Dean for a few minutes, and sigh “I’ve witnessed the creation of this world, I’ve seen its entire history, and still, you’re the most beautiful thing I can think of”, and Dean would just, stare at him, breathless, with tears in his eyes, because this angel has seen everything, lived everything, and yet he has fallen for him, chosen him over everything else, and that’s way more than he can handle

Castiel’s Confession

Written for Dean and Castiel’s anniversary and Castiel’s birthday, this is a season 12 based ficlet around Castiel’s feelings for Dean which he is no longer able to hide.

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Castiel has his bag packed already. He is tired and the constant weight around his heart has become too much to bear. He did his job. His purpose is complete for the most part. The Winchesters are back safely in the bunker and now they have their mother with them. They have no further use for Castiel.

He catalogues his small duffle of belongings one last time before standing straighter and hauling it over his shoulder. It is better this way. This way he can focus purely on the pursuit of Lucifer, clean up his final mess, and not burden the Winchesters with his presence any longer.

If he leaves now, he hopes that eventually these feelings will go away. That the constant ache of his longing will subside and any fleeting hope he once had has long left his thoughts. Angels are not supposed to have hopes or dreams anyway. He wasn’t built for this kind of human desire. He despises it. Like an itch under his skin that he can never satisfy, no matter how often he may wish for it.

Regardless, it doesn’t matter anymore. Not when he is finally certain that his feelings are not returned.

Brother.

The word rings through Castiel’s memories once again, like it has a thousand times these past few weeks since that car journey that turned out to be so pointless.

You are our brother Cas.

There it is again, the pain that word causes his heart is far greater than the pain of the stab wound that Dean left him when he first laid eyes on Castiel’s human vessel. In the 8 years that have passed since that moment Castiel has experienced many agonising pains, though none, is as great as the pain caused by that word.

Dean meant nothing but kindness by it of course, and how could Dean have possibly known just how much it would hurt Castiel to say it. He should be grateful, flattered that Dean considers him a brother. To put him on the level of Sam in Dean’s mind is an honour and Castiel is proud that Dean holds him in such high regard.

But it is not enough. Never enough. Brother is not what he wants from Dean. Brother means family, and respect, and sacrifice and yes, even love. But not in that way. Never in that way.

And that is why it hurts so much. That is why Castiel must leave. Because how can he possibly stay knowing that his desires, his feelings are unreturned? Knowing that if Dean were to find out how he felt he would turn away in horror, in repulsion. To think that his brother could feel THAT way for him?

The thought makes Castiel nauseous. And so he must leave.

He makes his way out of the room that Dean had set up for him, creeps down the hall passed the other bedrooms and out into the library. So far he has not heard anyone around so he hopes his exit will remain clear, but it is not to be.

“Cas?” Dean’s voice carries from the far corner where he is sitting half buried by a huge volume of some ancient text on the Occult. Cas freezes and sighs before turning to face him.

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10.09 coda of sorts. soul talk. mentions of hell. (ao3)

There was light. Castiel remembers that more than anything else he’s seen in his lifetime. 

There was pain and grief and sorrow and debilitating guilt but underneath that, there was so much light. 

Souls are a complicated thing, even more-so than Grace. They are an portrait of the owner’s truest selves. They are the good in humans, they are the bad in humans. They are everything that humans spend their entire lives learning to hide from the rest of the world.

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