mean stick

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Ghostbusters + times Erin’s blue eyes looked especially b l u e

plan a: punch it plan b: blow it up plan c: panic

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astraldrifts  asked:

if you're still taking prompts - shiro and space puppies? :D

I’m always taking prompts. <3

“I hate to say it,” Hunk says, tentatively, “but we were supposed to be back an hour ago.”

All four of the Paladins look over to where Shiro is still seated on the floor, absolutely surrounded by a dozen of the fluffiest, cuddliest little pastel puppy-dogs that Hunk’s ever seen in his life. Nevermind that puppies don’t usually have six legs.

Four of the pups are in Shiro’s lap; several more cluster by his knees; one brave little puppy has even clambered all the way up to Shiro’s shoulder, clinging carefully with its multiple tiny paws. Shiro’s face is a gentle wash of complete joy.

“Five more minutes?” Keith suggests, weakly.

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折るまでサイリウムは光らない.
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A glow stick has to crack to be able to shine. (Until it cracks a glow stick does not shine.)

Sometimes we can’t recognize our true brilliance until we’ve hit that wall. When we finally come to that place where something doesn’t come easily anymore. When we really get challenged, and almost (or do) give up. Know that it’s in there. Like a glow stick, it’s just waiting to finally be cracked so it can glow. 

Me: I have very high standards!
Everyone: -submits their fanart/fanfics-
Me: YOU’RE MEETING ALL MY STANDARDS!!!!11!!


I’m sorry. Not really. I just love all your fanarts.

Castiel didn’t meant to say it.
His angel blade gripped tightly between white knuckles as he gulped at the air. His lungs were heaving, his eyes stinging with each blink, and his heart was thudding so loud for a second he feared it might suddenly stop.
The reaper corpse at his feet was nothing but a testament to how bottled his feelings have been, how naive he once was in thinking that he could deny it.
He loved these three people. Loved them more than his so-called family up in heaven, more than the whole of humankind that he once swore he would cherish above all else. He loved them, gave everything for them, and yet… yet he still couldn’t believe he admitted it.
‘You mean too much to me..’
His mind came back to this moment, halted by the reality of this statement. He found Mary’s eyes first. Hers were that of shock, or care, of a mother’s understanding and warmth.
Sam’s eyes were almost heartbroken. They reached out to Cas, reached into the deepest parts of Cas’ falling grace as if to convey the brotherly love that wasn’t forced, wasn’t faked or staged. There was love in their eyes, both of them, that made it easier to finally look into Dean’s eyes.
The green, perpetually keeping Castiel grounded to this earth, were misted. They were barely recognizable as tears filled then flowed over the brim. The Righteous Man was crying and Cas couldn’t for the life of him not mirror the sentiment.
The four of them stood there, the reaper forgotten, as Cas’ words hung in the air like stale crisp sheets strung up to dry in the wind.
His heart was out there, his intentions in the clear so everyone finally acknowledged it.
“I will kill a hundred more to make sure the world never sees a day without a Winchester.” And that was his final statement before the angel blade slipped from his fingers.
The clank echoed for a few wayward seconds before the eldest brother moved. It was lightning fast, almost too quick for Sam and Mary to react to right away. Not a minute passed between Cas’ lips closing and Dean’s full weight being shoved against his chest.
Embraced in that hold, the one they’ve been dancing around since the barn all those years ago, Castiel breathed in the reassurance that he was wanted.
“We love you, too.” Dean’s rough voice whispered against the side of his neck. “And we will never stop needing you.”
That night, as Cas fell asleep in arms he never thought would hold unto him so steadily, he closed his eyes in the safety of the family that would always love him.

Imagine falling in love with Jensen while working on the set of Supernatural.


Only You

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, mention of Danneel

Warnings: angst, fluff, language

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the SIXTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “Just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you should stick around and screw up their life.” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for @blacktithe7 I really don’t know where this came from. I hope you aren’t too disappointed.

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