love-me

I’m tired of having to explain myself. I want someone to understand me even before I try to put myself into words. I want somebody to tell me that they love the way I think, that they’re inspired by my charisma, that they admire my composition, that they are intrigued by the way I get lost in thought, that they understand my unsaid words.
—  I want someone to love my mind
“I think you could’ve, if you stayed”

( @jacxbblack ) Renesmee barged into the Black’s home without so much as knocking, only apologising when she set her eyes on a startled Billy. She dropped a kiss to his cheek in greeting before going into the kitchen where she could hear Jacob rummaging around. “Hello!” She announced her presence loudly before she plopped down on one of the chair.

Am I the only one who feels like genderfluid!Cas would wear Dean’s flannels? Like, they’d have on a pair of dark skinny jeans with a thin pastel purple shirt tucked into it, but they’d wear Dean’s old dark red plaid flannel over it with the sleeves rolled up, and it always slouches off the side of their shoulder because of how big it is on them. Or they’d be wearing a light pink dress with some nice combat boots, but they’d accent it with a dark black flannel pulled straight from Dean’s side of the closet. Like, please talk to me about genderfluid!Cas in flannels, homie. It gets to me.

revelation 12:7-9

and there was war in HEAVEN                       michael and his angels fought against THE DRAGON, and the dragon fought and his angels. and prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven. and the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the devil, and satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.