so many stucks

Village witch wallows in the sun.
- Would roll in the mud and dance, if not for her reputation. She settles for soft chanting.
Village witch watches her garden.
- The fields around her house are filled with yellow flowers. she sings to help them grow.
Village witch waits for her daughter to come home.
- She left for the city years ago. Said she was going to grow, be more than a mere village witch.
Village witch wills herself to smile.
- The sun is bright and warm. The flowers are lively and lovely. Her daughter is growing and singing some other place alive.
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Wallow, smile, yellow - suggested by @minipiglover - (e.r)

Send me three words and I’ll write a poem with them it might take me a while though

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: Gabriella opens her mouth at the start of breaking free to sing and can't because of stage fright. But then the first line of the song is sung by Troy?? Was she meant to start it instead? Did he take her lines because she was nervous? Did they sing the whole song singing the wrong parts? Was that not really difficult and confusing to do? Do they switch back at any point? When? Or was there maybe a whole line at the start of the song that Gabriella was meant to sing that we never heard???? Did something come before we're soaring, flying??? What are we missing out on? Will we ever know???

instead of emo phases do apollo kids have broadway phases

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i can’t believe bst era is over when im still bawling my eyes out over this move

Originally posted by delightfullyfree95

Beauty and the Beast
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Belle
  • Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Beast
  • Looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you: Gaston
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: LeFou
  • Sinnamon Roll: Lumière
  • Could kill you by feeding you too many cinnamon rolls [with tea, of course]: Mrs. Potts
  • Secretly loves s/cinnamon rolls but pretends they're for peasants: Cogsworth

Y'all, Hazel and Nico are not actually 70+ years old….

Reblog if you read The Property of Hate

I’m genuinely curious as to how far our little Tellyhead comic fandom goes!

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request a gifset - zuho for @bbybaebsae

12x12 Coda: All of You

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They misunderstood his meaning once again.

The Winchesters had a habit of doing that.

It’s not that they were wrong. Because he had finally accepted that, while they were not his kin, they were his family.

For whom he had - for whom he would - for whom he will always lay down his life.

Because in forty five sunrises and sunsets void of Sam and Dean, it became clear to Castiel that nothing in his world mattered as much as the Winchesters.

But that declaration - it didn’t belong to them. It belonged to him.

To Dean.

All those times Castiel had thrown himself in harm’s way, all those times he’d faced Death for no reason other than to buy the Righteous Man a few precious seconds - in his whole time spent alongside the two hunters, he’d never really admitted to his motives. 

Never ventured to say the three words with which Dean’s kind were so enamored. The sentiment - it was difficult for the angel to make sense of. In some eight and a half years, Castiel had never named the profound bond for what it was.

But this time, through gritted teeth and lacerated lips, as excruciating pain gnawed at his gut, as he felt the life leak right out of him, this time, Castiel found the strength to own the elusive phrase.

I love you.

Maybe it’s the last vestige of his angelic nature.

Maybe it’s the clarity that comes with being so close to death.

Maybe it’s nothing more than the connection between two souls focused solely on the other.

But in the wake of those words, Castiel can see - hear - feel every thought passing through Dean Winchester’s mind.

An exercise in doubting it could possibly be true.

Because Dean surveys through all the reasons he’s sure he must be unlovable.

Every bottle of whiskey in which he’d drowned his sorrows - every broken chair he’d made a victim of his rage.

Every lie he’d ever told - every promise he’d ever broken.

Every time he’d dared to look into the mirror and couldn’t stomach the man he’d seen looking back at him.

The face of every person he’s gotten killed.

Every monster he hasn’t managed to slay. Every mistake he’s made.

Because the words have barely made their way out of Castiel’s punctured lungs when Dean’s giving him every but he can come up with.

It is only a few seconds but it is not a short list. He’s had years of practice convincing himself he’s broken beyond repair.

And so with what he believes could be his last breath, Castiel offers a clarification.

I love all of you.

All of you, Dean.

Every single shard I stitched back together after I pulled you from the depths of Hell.

Every aspect of your being.

Every precious part.

All of you.

Dean had a habit of misunderstanding Castiel.

But in that moment, in the small glance the two share, his meaning - its abundant and profound truth - is clear.

So, um…. I made a full version of Dan’s ‘terrible Eurovision song contest thing’ from Phil’s new anime cosplay video. Don’t ask me what I was thinking, I have no idea. It’s a little bit out of time in some places because Windows Movie Maker is a bitch, but I’m proud of it. Click ‘keep reading’ for lyrics~

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