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"I can’t help falling in love with you" ❤️ Happy Valentine’s Day from Maple and I 🐶

totally got those twist and shout feels tonight

PSA calling all Destiel Fandom!

someone took Twist And Shout, coppied it word for word but made it into Harry and Louis 
If anyone knows who the author of T&S is PLEASE send them this!
It’s NOT OKAY!
Signal Boost.

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seriously spread this! Imagine working hard on a fic and someone just straight up copies it and takes it as their own!

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UGH THERE IS MORE! FUCKING FUCK
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JFC were you people born in a fucking zoo? No? THEN STOP ACTING LIKE FUCKING ANIMALS AND SENDING THE POSTERS THREATS! I get it, trying to defend the writers, but threats?! Really? That’s pathetic. I didn’t spread this info for ya’ll to be a bunch of dicks. It was so the AUTHOR COULD KNOW I didn’t know their tumblr account so this was the only way I knew how to let them know. Just report it, Don’t send threats for fucks sake

There are a few more but i am not linking them because ya’ll are ridiculous. Yes they did a shitty thing, but threats? C’mon guys! Don’t be kids about it

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Are we all going to ignore these gems from that episode?

Their names were Gabriel and Collins
Now I can only think of two reasons for that
1:Gabriel duh! Obviously still thinking about him.
2: Collins… As in Misha Collins… Hmmm ;)

Deans other last name was Presley.

As we’ve come to know and love Dean and as Cas has so lovingly pointed out they are USUALLY using the last names of famous singers… That they like….

I can only think of one famous singer with the last name Presley…

ELVIS….

So my conclusion…

DEAN DIGS ELVIS.

The writers know guys. They know everything.

  • Me:You know what? It's time for me to get over this shit! It's time to suck it up and listen to Elvis!
  • Me:*shuffle plays Elvis*
  • Me:... See, not too bad...
  • Elvis:"Wise men say..."
  • Me:*bursts into tears*
  • Elvis:"... Only fools rush in..."
  • Me:*curls into fetal position*
  • Elvis:"... But I can't help..."
  • Me:*sobs violently into pillow*
  • Elvis:"... Falling in love with you..."
  • Me:FUCK YOU TOO ELVIS PRESLEY!
  • Me:*cries for hours while muttering 'I can dig Elvis' over and over again*
How I met my boyfriend
  • Me:so your name's Dean.
  • Dean:yep.
  • Me:and you're eating pie.
  • Dean:mhmh
  • Me:at McDonald's.
  • Dean:basically... Yes.
  • Me:...
  • Dean:...
  • Me:do you like rock music?
  • Dean:HELL YEAH!
  • Me:OH MY FUCKING GOD.
  • Dean:what?
  • Me:is that your jacket? *point at the leather jacket on the chair*
  • Dean:huh actually... No. That's my jacket *points at the trench-coat on the other chair*
  • Me:you gotta be kidding me.
  • Dean:why wou..?
  • Me:do you have any brother? Maybe he's name's Sam...
  • Dean:I... What? No! I have a sister, her name's Charlotte.
  • Me:y-your sister's name's Charlie?
  • Dean:yeah... Why?
  • Me:ohhhhh we are gonna be best friends, bro.
  • Dean:I was just having lunch...

take my hand

take my whole life too

for I can’t help falling in love 

with you

~ Can’t Help Falling In Love, Elvis Presley

sixty year old dean is sitting on his couch you can hear the soft mumbles of a song in the background and the flicker of light from the tv brightens the room announcing gay marriage in california has just become legal a tear runs down deans face and the sounds of elvis singing i cant help falling in love get louder and louder practically drowning the room and in a soft whisper dean says i can dig elvis

Castiel’s Last Letter to Dean

Dear Dean,
I was thinking about shells today. I saw a woman with a shirt that had them, and I remembered the beach, and you, and this box. I went back and read through all the letters, and for the first time, in a long time, I wasn’t sad about it – not in the same way.


I’ve been so tired lately. I’m so tired of being angry, and sad, because that wasn’t the point. I’m sad because I’ll never get to tell you certain things again. I’m sad about that, but I’m not sad like I was when you left. I think I held onto that too long. I confused it with loving you, and those aren’t the same. Being sad about the things I miss isn’t loving you. It never was. Loving you was so much bigger than that. .

I don’t think I can stop loving you. I think it’s a part of me now, and it’s never leaving. It makes me who I am, and I used to think this crippled me, but I don’t think it does anymore. Loving you has given you back to me. I’ve missed you. The old you. You never really came home, and I understand that now, and I know it wasn’t your fault or mine or anyone’s. It was just circumstances we couldn’t avoid, but I’ve realized that just because we ended the way we did doesn’t define what we were before.

To have those memories back is such a precious thing. To have that part of you back with me – it’s unimaginable. I was thinking about shells, and I was thinking about that day at the beach and I can remember sitting on the blanket looking at the water, and you asked me what I was thinking.
I was thinking about how afraid I was that I was never going to love you as much as I did then. That the moment was going to get washed out, that I would never be able to experience what it was like to know that I loved you as much as I did again…

I’m sorry that things didn’t work out the way we wanted them to. I’m sorry – I’m sorry we weren’t as equipped to deal with the hand we got. The fact that we didn’t get to do the little plans hurts more than the big ones, sometimes. It wouldn’t have mattered about a house or the island. Sometimes I stop myself at work and realize I’m never going to sit in Van’s noodle house with you, and I don’t know exactly – I’m so terrible at letters, Dean. I’m glad you never had to read them when you were in Vietnam, they were all so terrible and boring and wordy.

I think –

I think that, the point of it all, is that the moment at the beach? I had never really understood who I was until then. That’s who I am. That person, and there, right there, next to me, that was you. That’s who you are.
It’s so wonderful to know that I didn’t lose you. That we were always right where we were supposed to be the whole time. This whole time I thought I’d lost you, and there you were…

Memories are good that way. I can remember us, and I can keep living. I can keep going and always know right where to find you when I miss you.

I miss you all the time.

I want you to realize this someday. All of that about us. You don’t – you don’t have to be guilty, and I know you are, and I understand why everything happened the way it did. It just happened. We just – it just happened, Dean, and it’s alright. I’m alright.

I’ll be okay.

Once, you told me it didn’t seem right to say goodbye. Not really.
I thought I’d have to – I thought I’d have to let go of everything I loved about you, but I don’t, and you were right, and wouldn’t you be pleased with yourself to know.

The truth of it has never been clearer to me, my darling.

And you are, always, my darling.

Yours,
Cas

See you then


I was bored. This happened. Enjoy?


I’m terribly sorry..