late night feels~

Wings ~ Castiel

Request: Can I request reader x Cas where the reader can see his wings and know it means that she’s he’s soulmate but she thinks it’s a mistake/he won’t want her for a soulmate so she doesn’t say anything?, Then maybe one day cas notices she’s looking behind him, or she sees an injury on his wings and reacts or something and cas finds out? Thanks

Hope its what you thougt! It was two in the morning when I wrote this so if there is something wrong tell me <3

Warnings : None :D

@book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure (tagging cuz U watch SPN as well haha~)

Originally posted by girl-with-a-thousand-enemies

You were happy that Dean finally had accepted that you weren’t going down. You were a stubborn one after all. Maybe you got that from him. You just wanted to help him with this one. Usually, you were fine with staying at the bunker but something in your head said that this was your destiny. That you had to go for it.  Cas was often with you, be it for information or just hanging out. He was new to some things and so you helped him. 

Castiel was often there when you needed it. You gladly accepted him being there and his time. He was the most with you of team free will but he always had something to do. 

Your heart was racing, fear or excitement, you didn’t know. “Dean, where did you said the ghost grave would be.” Dean sighed. He knew you must have been scared but it was easy. “Jeremy Henderson’s grave is just a few meters away from us. Be careful and keep an open eye for his spirit.”

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this is going to sound dumb but i honestly feel a sense of happiness when people still mention me in a list of infinite blogs that are still active bc i love infinite so much and even with everything that’s going on i want to infinite to always live on even if it means just me posting or reblogging a few things about them everyday and it just feels good knowing that there are people that still search for infinite

Say no to bad dates, bad friends, and bad ideas. Stop going out when you’d rather stay in. Don’t do things that make you unhappy. But don’t be afraid to say yes to spontaneous nights out, new adventures, and facing your fears. Because it’s true what they say, life is short, and it’s passing you by right now while you read this. So if there’s anything you want to change in your life don’t wait. This is your moment.
—  If you’re waiting for a sign this is it.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how no one, absolutely no one, supported Victor when he went off to be a coach. He was actually excited for the first time in an age, probably nervous, and no one cared; everyone told him he was making a huge mistake and made fun of him, and when he made his debut no one ever wanted to hear about his coaching or his choreography, they just asked him over and over about when he was going to, essentially, stop messing around and get back to the ice.

Fortunately it’s not *too* sad because we all know how it worked out and how happy he was to be with Yuri; but I still wish someone had acknowledged that he’d done so well.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m really looking forward to seeing Victor skate again, but I hope he finally gets some acknowledgement for the success he made of being a coach (through, I hope, Yuri’s continuing success). I’m hoping he can make a go of being a skater and a coach, to prove all the naysayers wrong, and also because it’s what he wants to do and what will make him happy.

I don’t know if you ever loved me. I don’t know if the late night drives and hands held meant anything to you. But I like to think they did. I like to think that a tiny smile formed on your face when you imagined the way we laughed together. I like to believe that whenever you felt sad and alone, I was the one who made you feel whole again. Because that’s what you did for me. Without ever knowing it you were making my life better. So even if you never loved me like I loved you, I hope that I still made your life better too.
As the smoke slowly traveled out of your mouth, I saw you look at me with your glossy, bloodshot eyes. In that moment, I knew I wanted you. The drugs in your system wanted me too. Just the drugs, not you.
—  the drugs // 10:45am
People like you don’t notice girls like me. You’re the type of person to play sports and hang out with large group of people, whereas I’m the type of person to hang out with a few friends and read a book. Some say opposites attract, but not in my case.
—  opposites attract // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #9

i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later. 

i saw this post at like 2am and i had to rush to my computer to draw this hell…..horrible jean passione 

im gonna be so gay for a sec but

can we appreciate boys more
like all kinds of boys and everything they do??

like, when a boy is wearing a shirt or sweatershirt that’s just a little too short and he stretches and that Lil Bit Of Tum shows??? amazing.
and don’t even get me started on when boy’s wear hoodies that are too big and they get sweater paws. gosh dang sweater paws. they’re my weakness.

and chubby boys? can we talk more about chubby boys because chubby boys are the goddamn cutest. i wanna collectively squish all of their chubby cheeks and make all of them cookies. and also when boys GIGGLE???? don’t even get me started on boys giggling, especially when their nose get’s all crinkly as it goes from a giggle to a regular laugh ugh adorable. amazing and adorable, 25/10.
and trans boys?? do not even get me started. y’all are the absolute cutest, you deserve all the hugs & all the backrubs & all the cookies.

like, just, all types of boys are perfect and amazing. if you see you’re a boy or even somewhat see yourself as one and you’re reading this post you’re automatically adorable and perfect; sorry, i don’t make the rules.