when on earth did that happen


I mean… I didn’t think so before…

but…I think theres something wrong with their surfaces? its hard to tell in this light, but I didn’t see it earlier either? did something happen? they were just a little wet from the rain for a few hours.

…oh…ohhh man thats it isn’t it? but why?? I know natural earth lapis lazuli is notably fragile, but water hasn’t hurt them before? they swim in it every day!

Maybe it has something to do with them being inactive? I’ve never heard of this happening before… though I guess most gems aren’t this delicate. if other gems are susceptible when inactive, a crack would’ve happened regardless.

oooor maybe the lapeeps are just weird! how am I supposed to know?

I really hope it isn’t enough damage to effect them. I’ve fucked up enough.


Navy has the ship. She’s back in space. She’s going to collect the Rubies, something the Crystal Gems should have done A LONG TIME AGO, and they’re going to return to homeworld to tell the diamonds about the crystal gems.

And Lapis let Navy get away. Literally just because “she was right”.

What’s worse is that Eyeball KNOWS Steven has Rose’s gem. That’s not a detail she’s going to leave out when they meet the Diamonds again.


One. Famine is a teenage girl, sipping cappucino foam through the holes of her gas mask. Her eyes are hidden behind tainted black; when you pass her, you see the bright reflection of something red behind the glass. You saw it, but it did not happen. Two. Hundreds of people in the streets are bawling but one of them stays silent. He wears the oil-greased overall of the workshop around the corner. It reads Conquest. His teeth are razor sharp and glisten in the dying sun above. It reminds you of a butter knife. You blink and he’s gone. Three. Four men in posh busniess suits drop dead to the earth. A middle aged lady looks at you with a knife in her hand and a gun at her hip. Someone far away calls out for her. Her name is something British, but you’re sure they called her War. She throws her head back and starts to laugh. It chills you to the bones. Four. An old man smiles at you from a park bench while he throws rotten corn at the pigeons. You realize the pigeons are actually vultures. When you look at the old man again, Death looks back at you. It doesn’t matter. The world around you is already dead.

the four horsemen of the apocalypse, re-imagined as vigilantes in a post apocalyptic setting | r.m

Serious Questions

•Where does Kara keep her phone when she has the suit on?
•Did she even take it with her to Earth-1? •Isn’t time faster on Kara’s earth?
•Wouldn’t that mean she’s been gone for days, maybe even weeks??
•Don’t you think Alex would have blown up her phone with “where the hell are??”, “SOS! Something just happened and I need to talk to you!!” (That something being the Sanvers Kiss™), and my favorite “KARA ZOR-EL DANVERS WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?? I SWEAR TO RAO IF YOU DON’T HAVE GOOD REASON FOR NOT ANSWERING YOU I WILL MURDER YOU WHEN YOU COME BACK!!!!”

Bonus Text:
“Damn, you must be in some real trouble if you’re not answering for Lena.”

East Wind Theory

In his last vow, this conversation takes place between Sherlock and John
Sherlock: The game is never over, John. But there may be some new players now. That’s okay. The east wind takes us all in the end.
John: What’s that?
S: It’s a story my brother told me when we were kids. The east wind, this terrifying force that lays waste to all in its path. Seeks out the unworthy and plucks them from the Earth. That was usually me.

With that in mind, the theory is as follows.
East wind means Eurus, his sister. So when Mycroft was telling Sherlock this story, he was talking about his Sister. Presumably she did something bad to Sherlock, meaning she was taken away from the family. It is clear she is detained to some extent as Mycroft has to use a middle man to contact her, and doesn’t mind being put on hold. Similarly, he has ‘regular updates’ perhaps about how her mental health is, or if she is still a threat. As well as this, Sherlock is a national security concern, yet Moriarty is dead. Why would he be so concerned? This bad thing happened on the day on the beach, when Sherlock is young and he is running with his wellies and the dog. He has had this memory in the past two episodes, which speaks volumes about his significance. I believe this is the day Eurus tried to harm Sherlock, thus when he has the memory at the side of the Thames in 4x02, he screams in pain. This is unusual as his childhood is often a place of comfort for Sherlock, as shown in 3x02 when Mary shoots him, he recalls his childhood dog to calm him.
So, the sister tried to harm Sherlock and she was taken away, but she is angry and one day she will come back and she will hurt him for it. Mycroft knows this: ‘East wind is coming Sherlock, it’s coming to get you’. The way in which Mycroft refers to East wind in the first half of the sentence implies that it is a proper noun. East Wind is the sister. She is coming to get Sherlock to seek revenge. She killed Mary, she has shot John and now she’s coming for Sherlock.

listen up this is why i hate this book the secret history 

  • goddamn HENRY WINTER (what kind of name is that jesus christ) who translated like three books before he turned 18 and plotted to murder a classmate using mushrooms (MUSHROOMS) knew jack shit about the moon landings
  • “when did this happen?? how did they get there???” i swear to god
  • francis abernathy with his even fancier name sitting on a windowsill eating cherries straight out of a jar 
  • admits he doesn’t even like them while still eating them
  • henry winter gardens?? what the fuck
  • these are the most pretentious fuckers on earth i hate them so much i love them so much i just
  • bunny corcoran is a pie thief someone report him to the authorities
  • endless supply of cigarettes goddamn
  • do we all hate bunny?? do we all love bunny?? who fuckign knows
  • bunch of fucking teenagers running around in bed sheets and shit in the vermont countryside 
  • did they actually have an orgy??? henry never answered that. i want to know
  • nobody tells bunny anything
  • nobody tells richard anything
  • nobody tells anybody anything
  • richard sitting there like a kid who walked in on his parents having sex when charles and camilla did the thing in the kitchen
  • did henry actually collect plants from around the murder site or did i dream that
  • richard: i love you. camilla: thank you. richard: i love you so much. camilla: thank you so much
  • pretentious fucks

Me @ the AoS writers: Where is Fitzsimmons’ back stories, though? Where are their families? Are the Simmonses rich? Do they have more kids? Did they have any pets that Jemma’s siblings had to rescue from her experiments when she was little? What made Jemma become The Kindest Human on Earth™?
What about the Fitzes? What happened to Fitz’s dad? Who is Mrs. Fitz and how did she manage to raise the perfect man by herself? How many appliances did she have to replace after little Fitz tore them apart? Where does the monkey fascination comes from?!

Imagine that you are best friends with Jane foster. So when Thor comes crashing down to earth and all that random romance happens, you get invited to their wedding in Asgard. It is there that you meet the Royal Family, including Loki (because let’s say in this universe Loki didn’t do any of the stuff he did to fall off the bridge, because why not?).

You join the Family at the high table and while having a perfectly reasonable interrogation of the Royal Family(Jane only deserves the best). Loki, deciding to live up to his title of the God of Mischief, turns your drink into a snake (constrictor). What Loki doesn’t realise is that you love snakes and therefore you start cooing at it like a normal person would a baby or puppy. Loki and everyone else is rather confused (apart from Jane who’s debating if it’s too late to throw you off a cliff because you do this kind of thing far too often).

All I Wanted; C.H. 18

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17

“Did something happen today or?” I start off when Calum keeps quiet for the first five minutes he has occupied my sofa. I don’t know why, but he kind of worries me. What on earth would be so off that he thought he needed to talk to me about it? Usually he brushed it off, acted like nothing was wrong and he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Not today no. But it’s everything building up. It seems like when I breathe I do something wrong with her. You spoke with her, did she say anything?” Calum groans loudly and drops down on my sofa, laying horizontally as he gazes at me upside down.

“She had some indifferences with Michael, that’s all we spoke of. And when we spoke after it seemed like those issues were resolved. So if there’s anything else, I don’t know of it.” I shrug my shoulders, sipping my glass of coke as I keep my gaze trained on the television in front of me. Meredith had become such a sensitive subject for the both of us and I didn’t want to say anything wrong – after all, it was his sister.

“That shouldn’t be a reason to treat me like crap. It’s my life and she should stay out of it.” Calum huffs angrily as he sits up again, his back facing me while he also focuses on the television.
“What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” Calum turns around as his frown seems never ending, “she is constantly nagging me that I should stop sleeping around. That I shouldn’t spend my own money on parties and alcohol or my mates. That I ain’t home enough. That I’m never there for her. The only reason I’m never there is because we always fight when I am.”

I don’t know what to say, because whatever I want to say wouldn’t be wise. Sleeping around? Partying? I know he had a few of those years behind him but I was kind of hoping those were over now… Right? The second I start tryig to find confirmation in my own mind, I know I am either going insane or - much, much worse - I am having a hunch. I hate it when I have a hunch.

“Well maybe Meredith is just worried about you. After all, she does care a lot for you and you as well as I know that partying, drugs and alcohol aren’t a very healthy life style.” I shrug my shoulders, wisely keeping my mouth shut about all the women he is referring to. I might not like the number he can pinpoint.

“You’re sounding like her now. Patronising.” Calum seethes and I can’t help it but visibly roll my eyes. “Don’t fucking do that.” He continues, and by now he has me laughing dryly as I cross my arms over my chest. “I’m sounding like someone that cares about your well-being. It’s something different.”

“Stop trying to overrule me with your logic, Y/n. I don’t like it.” Calum laughs, standing up from his spot on the sofa to drop beside me, an arm thrown over my shoulders.
“So you’re saying you can take me saying it, but not Mer?”

“Seriously, stop.” Calum squeezes my shoulder and I laugh when I feel his warm, plump lips press against the side of my head. “But I do see your point.”
“I’m not saying you’re the only one who is at fault because you know damn well that isn’t true. But sometimes both of you have to cross the bridge to meet in the middle.” I speak, turning my head to a puzzled Calum as I crawl closer to his warm body.

“Don’t you both always have to walk if you want in meet in the middle of the bridge?” My mouth falls open as I slap Calum without a second thought. “Don’t be so mean, you get my point.”

“I’d advise you to try and talk with her, try and reason with her. Tell her what’s up – and that you’re a grown ass man that can do what he wants. Although I swear to god if drugs get involved I will personally castrate you.” I giggle as I watch Calum stare at me in horror.

“Well then I should be glad I’m not planning on using anytime soon. Don’t worry, Y/n. I’ll try and talk to her. Hopefully this can all be forgotten as soon as it started.” I hum in response, my fingers slowly dragging along the tattoos on Calum’s arm. “Good.”

“You know; I have to work tomorrow. Maybe you can convince Meredith to join my mates again? I’d like to see you.” Calum smiles like a child as he drops his head on my lap, my fingers immediately threading through his thick, unruly hair.

“You know, Meredith doesn’t always have to be near me. You make it seem that we’re attached at the hip.” I chuckle, raising my eyebrows at Calum when he turns his head from the television towards me. “It’s not like that,” Calum begins, his hands grasping my free hand as he starts playing with my fingers, “I mean that she could become jealous if you decide to hang out with her boyfriend, his mates and me.”

My mouth forms the shape of an ‘o’ when I realise what he’s implying. “Well if you state it like that, I understand you, yeah. I’ll see what I can do.” I smile, leaning down to press my lips against Calum’s, freeing my hand from his grasp and letting it drag along his abdomen.

He sits up so quickly I barely have time to respond. His knee pushes between my legs and within a second, I’m flat on my back with a very thirsty looking Calum dangling over me. He leans down, slowly letting his body glide along mine as he covers it completely in his warmth. His upper arms are resting beneath my head and his lips are kissing their way up to mine, leaving me a whimpering mess beneath him.

Our lips meet and I let my hands cup his jaw before they slide along his shoulders and back. I don’t make any attempt to stop him, although for certain reasons I can’t give him what he asks for tonight. After a few minutes of kissing, Calum’s hands wander down towards my hips and I break our kiss rather abruptly.

“You know, as much as I like your presence, I sort of was going to study when I got home.” I laugh, pushing a very willing Calum off of me, a whine of protest leaving his lips.
“Well then, time for a break. I’ll help you relax..” Calum chuckles, his lips attaching to my neck and I let out a small moan before I try to push him away again with a giggle.

“I haven’t even started yet!” I press my lips to Calum’s as I cup his face before I sit up again, out from underneath him. “Okay. But next time I’m not letting you go that easy though.” Calum laughs as he sneaks in another kiss. “Then now, you study. Chop chop.” Calum laughs as he pulls me upright and pushes me towards my books scattered on the table.

He leaves me with a bear hug from behind and a lingering kiss against my goose bumps covered neck. “And I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You guys ready??

Goodbye Never (E2-Harrison Wells x Reader)

The time had come for Harry and his daughter, Jesse, to return to Earth 2. While saying goodbyes, he feels troubled parting with you and asks you an unexpected question…


“Marry me.”

You stared at Harry, mouth agape. Did he just…?

Judging from the look on everyone else’s face, there was no denying what just happened. The dickish - yet not evil - Harrison “Harry” Wells had just proposed to you; though, by the sound of it, the proposal had been more of a direct command rather than a question.

Glancing between him, his daughter and everyone else in the group, your brain scrambled to find the correct response to the situation. When it couldn’t, you were just left, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“Umm…” You started off, hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves. “I don’t…know…?”

He didn’t seem to like that answer.

Reaching out, he cupped your face with a firm and decisive hand. It wasn’t gentle; but, rather, a needy and demanding gesture that wanted to claim you as his own.

A protective one that didn’t want to share you with the rest of the world. Holding your gaze under his sharp blue eyes, Harry drew you close and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Marry me,” he repeated once more. “Because I won’t take no for an answer…”

Before you could respond once more, he dipped his head down and crashed his lips against yours. Your heart beating wildly, it took a full second for the moment to register in your head.

But when it did, you found your body reacting to his touch - taking a step forward and kissing back the man, whom you cared and grew to love in the short amount of time he stayed here.

Lightheaded and out of breath, you two finally parted, only to be met with surprised faces; though, with the high you felt from kissing Harry, you hardly cared.

Planting one last kiss on your forehead, he slipped his arms around you and hugged you fully. Nuzzling against your neck, he couldn’t help but release a sigh of relief.

“I don’t want to leave this Earth without you…”


That was no simple slip-up. You don’t just make a mistake like that, not after having to identify yourself like that for the better part of your life. You actually see her being taken aback by Yellow Diamond’s response. She’s caught off guard, disappointed. She’d forgotten that just “Peridot” wasn’t enough to tell her apart. She’d become used to the idea of being unique. 

When do you think that happened? When did she stop seeing herself as “Facet-2F5L, Cut-5XG” and start being Peridot with a capital P? Was it after being stranded, due to the lack of contact with another peridot for months on end? Or was it after the truce with the Crystal Gems, brought on by them addressing her as just Peridot day after day?

Facet-2F5L, Cut-5XG. That’s all she’ll ever be to Homeworld. That’s all all the other peridots will ever be. But on Earth, she is Peridot. The one and only. In a way, that’s gotta be liberating.

And The Thunder Rolls

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 495

A/N: It’s just started thundering and raining here on the East Coast where I live. And I just thought about writing a fluffy Dean x Reader drabble about it. I need more Dean stuff anyway. Hope y’all enjoy!

[this fic is in no way associated with the song by Garth Brooks, just FYI. Just a catchy title I thought of lol]

Originally posted by wakenthouwithme

It happens every time.

I involuntarily flinched at the sound of it. The thunder making its way from the far reaching corners of God’s green earth towards the motel Dean, Sam and I were staying at.

I never told them my fear of storms. They rooted from my early childhood. How my mom would go off and get drunk at a bar and leave me all alone at home and the storms would scare me. She was a mean ol bitch who’s death I did not mourn when she was eaten by a werewolf she thought was a hot piece of ass she could bring home from the bar. If it wasn’t for that, I would’ve never met Dean and Sam, the guys who started out as nuisances and turned into my protectors, my saviors. Dean in particular. He eventually became my boyfriend.

I started getting really agitated. My palms were starting to drip sweat, my heart rate was starting to skyrocket. I was old enough to know all my kid fears about storms were irrational but still, they scared me.

Dean eventually noticed my apparent anxiety.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? You okay?” Dean asked, coming over to the bed that I was now practically hugging.

“F-fine. I’m perfectly fine.” I stuttered. Damnit, I thought. He’s gonna figure it out.

“Sure, that’s why you’re shaking the bed like an earthquake. Come here.” Dean sat on the bed and opened his arms up towards me, inviting me in. I didn’t hesitate to join him. But still continued my fever-like shakes in his arms.

“Calm down, babygirl.” Dean cooed. Then it clicked in his head. “Are you afraid of thunderstorms?”

The cat’s out of the bag now. Shit. I knew I couldn’t lie to him. It wouldn’t be right considering Sam lied to him all the time.

“Sadly yes. I’d rather not go into the details of it, but yes. Thunderstorms have always scared me. It’s almost PTSD of a sorts. I don’t know.” you refused to make eye contact with him.

“Sweetie, we’re all afraid of something. Sam’s scared of clowns, you’re scared of storms, and I’m…” he let his sentence trail off. He actually had to think of what he was scared of. 

“What? Dean….what are you afraid of?”

After a few seconds of silence, he answered in a soft caring voice.

“I’m scared of losing you.”

You almost cried. He’d never really been an openly feely person. So if he’s being this open about his feelings for me, I thought, then they must be true.

“I love you Dean.” I said, finally looking him in the eyes. And I remembered why I fell for him in the first place. That endless sea of emerald green, shining through with admiration. 

“I love you too, Y/N.”

I don’t think I’ve ever slept that well during a storm in my life than I did that night, wrapped up in the embrace of my protector, my savior. My Dean.

@notnaturalanahi @wheresthekillswitch, @becs-bunker, @samdeservestobeloved, @wordstothewisereaders

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Question to the ACOTAR fandom:

I’ve been thinking about this for DAYS now, if someone has a solution I’d be so so thankful: We know ACOWAR is written from Feyre’s POV, so how on earth are we going to see Moriel/Nessian/Elucien/whatever smut? It’s not like Feyre will be there when it (hopefully) happens…do you think SJM will switch POVs like she did with Rhys’ POV in ACOMAF? Or will she simply tell us through Feyre’s eyes what happens? But that sucks bc then we will not get to see so many amazing scenes where the people in question are alone…this honestly stresses me out. So if anyone has any idea/ knows if SJM said anything about this, please help? 

The Signs After Doing Something Petty


They were a bad bitch before, and an even badder one after. 




“Check and mate ;)”


*does something petty but pretends they didn’t do it so when the drama happens they can act surprised like they didn’t do the petty thing that caused it*


They deserve a reward. They can’t get enough of all the shade they throw. Honestly, truly


“Hello yes, Oxygen? I’d like to apply for ‘The Bad Girl’s Club’, no refunds.”


“Who me? Libra? Doing something petty? I’ve never felt that… never experienced that… never had that emotion…….. I have no idea what on earth you could be talking about.”


They know they did and they’re just waiting on YOU to know what they did too. ;)


They will make sure everyone knows what they did and how brilliant it was.


They perform the petty task but then lurk in the shadows to avoid any consequential messiness. #spickandspan


They got a kick out of it highkey


Indirectly direct with it 

The big hole in SU’s Russia was the Rose Quartz Kindergarten

What happened to Rose Quartz’ Kindergarten?

In the recent Steven bomb, it was revealed that all the Rose Quartzes except Steven’s were bubbled after what our Rose Quartz did to Pink Diamond.

When Bismuth talked about Rose Quartz, she said “but then I met her, just another Quartz soldier made right here in the dirt” which we can assume means there could have been a Kindergarten on Earth that produced Rose Quartzes at some point.

If we look at the map of the SU Earth in “It could’ve been great”, we can see the exact locations of the gem structures planned by Homeworld

Where does that place the Rose Quartz Kindergarten? We know that gems from the same site will look somewhat alike with minor variations in sizes mostly.

We can assume that Rose Quartz didn’t get created in the Prime or the Beta Kindergarten since she doesn’t really look like them

This means we haven’t yet seen the place where gems like Rose Quartz were made.

There’s also a suspicious unnatural hole in what seems to be Russia. That hole could be where once stood the Kindergarten that produced the amount of Rose Quartzes that we’ve seen in the room where they’re all bubbled.

A lot of people have theorized that the hole is there because that’s where Pink Diamond was produced but places where gems are produced don’t make holes in the land. It wouldn’t make sense for it to be that much different even for a diamond.

We also saw how Yellow Diamond desperately wants to destroy everything related to what happened with Pink Diamond even going so far as to wanting to shatter the entire cut of Rose quartzes.

It doesn’t seem like a stretch to think that the diamonds would have wanted to destroy the entire patch of land where Rose Quartz’ Kindergarten stood just to be safe or as some sort of punishment for what Rose did.

When your heart is a stranger

[A/N: Lucifer. Missing moments during 2x13. Deckerstar because of course. Title taken from the song of the same name by Friends in Paris aka the last song in the episode.]

She’s visibly shaking as she takes off her sweater.

“What on earth are you doing?” He asks, alarmed as he reaches out a hand to stop her.

“Lucifer, no one’s going to look twice at me if I’m wearing a blood soaked shirt.”

He looks down at her, standing in front of him clad only in black jeans and a plain black bra. It must say something about the progression of their relationship that she doesn’t even shy away from his gaze. It must say something more about how utterly rattled he is by the poison coursing through her veins that he doesn’t even think to stare.

Instead, he simply looks her in the eye and raises a brow. That it’s neither lecherous nor teasing comes as a surprise to them both.  

“Well, they’re certain to look at least three times at you if that’s what you’re planning on wearing.”

She tilts her head up at him, somehow manages to give the impression of rolling her eyes even as the corners of her mouth turn up.

“Though I’d say anyone would look at least twice at you even if you were wearing a paper bag,” he says, mostly to distract himself from the way the small upturn of lips tugs at the corners of his heart. He shrugs and tries for a teasing smile. “More so, I wager, depending on the size of the bag.”

She grins at him, though the movement is wan and lopsided.

“Have any of those lying around for me?”

He can tell she says it mostly for his benefit, which means he must be much worse at hiding his panic than he thought. He tries to school his face into something approaching nonchalant as he watches her shake out her jacket and sling it around her shoulders. The effect is immediately, absurdly attractive.

Except that his entire focus is stuck on how sallow her skin looks in the moonlight, how he can feel the heat emanating off of her despite the fact that she’s shivering. So instead of giving voice to the half dozen overtly affectionate phrases he can feel in back of his throat, he shrugs out of his jacket and moves behind her to help her into it.

“Lucifer - .”

“Detective,” he says, the word dangerously close to a plea, “as radiant as you are and as cool as your jacket looks, it seems to do very little in terms of warmth. No one is going to approach you if you continue to shiver like that.”

Truthfully, he assumes at least a half dozen men would approach her in any state of dress - or undress, as it were - shivering or no. Which she must know, too, the way that she’s looking at him. After a long moment, she sighs and removes the dark leather jacket from around her shoulders, thrusting it towards him and threading her arms into the sleeves of his jacket instead. Once she’s completely wrapped in it, she turns around and flings her arms out wide.

“How do I look?”

A shiver lances through her before he can reply.

He frowns and steps forward to button up the jacket, trying not to think about how close she is, how much he simply wants to wrap her in his arms.

For - what reason? No other he can discern other than the pleasure of being close to her.

The thought brings a furrow between his brows. Closeness for it’s own sake is a new desire for him. It’s disconcerting, having spent so long carefully cataloging every type of desire, to suddenly be confronted with a new one.

He finishes the last button and steps back, glancing at the full length of her. The sleeves fall past her hands, a testament to his long frame in comparison to her small one. She glares at the sleeves as though they’ve done something to personally offend her. The movement of her brows and crinkling of her nose filling him with an absurd sort of longing. He gives a slight shake of his head as he steps in closer to her once again, the elegant taper of his fingers folding up the ends of the sleeves, careful to touch her without really touching her.

He smooths down the sleeves and looks back up at her.  

“Well?” She asks, arching a brow at him.  

He forces himself to step away from her, his traitorous hands wanting to linger at the ends of his jacket sleeves.

If he were not so preoccupied with the glazed look that keeps creeping towards the irises of her eyes, if he were not so desperately trying to push down the feelings of panic and anger and betrayal, he might make some offhand joke about how good she looks in his clothes. The look on her face tells him that she certainly expects it.

But then a shadow passes over her face and he watches her swallow back her own fear and panic. Suddenly he is just too tired and defeated and utterly destroyed to be anything but honest.

So instead he smiles, the movement soft, its edges brittle.


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9 things your deceased pet wants you to know

1. There’s nothing that could have been done differently

A Soul’s path is planned before they are born onto this Earth. This plan includes all possible exits from this world. And when the Soul leaves this Earth, know that this exit was part of their Soul’s plan and a specific choice made by their soul.

There’s nothing you, or anyone, could have done differently to save them. The time at which your Pet’s Spirit leaves this world is no one’s doing, it’s no one’s fault.

When it’s the Soul’s time to exit their physical body, everything that can be done, has already been done. Everything that needed to happen, did. Your pet wants you to know that there’s absolutely nothing you could have done differently, you did everything exactly right.

2. They chose you as their parent(s)

Just as the Soul chooses exit paths and plans for their life, your pet also selected you as their parent.

Your dog, your cat, your bird - chose you, as the one who would make them feel the most loved and bring them the most comfort and joy while they were here. And you did.

Your pet wants you know that you were and are the perfect parent.

3. They understand your sadness, but would rather see you happy

As a Spirit now, your pet knows that sadness is part of the grieving process, but they wished it wasn’t.

Remember how, when they were alive, they would snuggle up next to you, sitting by your side (or on top of you), whenever you were feeling sad or feeling bad? They wanted to make you feel better *just like you thought* and they wished they could do something to make you happy, then.  And they still do, even now, They don’t want their exit to have brought pain, in fact, no one does. But they understand that this is part of the process.

They want you to remember the happy, love filled, and joyous times you spent together, and look back upon them with gratitude and thanks. They believe the time you spent together was a cherished gift and that this gift is a call for celebration - and smiles.

4. They know you loved them and hope you know they loved you back

Your pet doesn’t want you to wonder if they knew how much you loved them, they do.

It’s said that grief is the final gift of love given from one to another, and the depth of that grief is a measure of the strength of the love between the bond.

They know how deeply you loved them, and they want you to know that they loved you back in equal measure (if not more!).

5. They’re still right by your side

You aren’t alone. They aren’t gone forever - they’re still right by your side.  And they always will be, if you let them. The Spirit World exists right alongside our physical world, and while your pet may no longer be occupying their physical body, they’re still with you in Spirit.

And remember, that’s who you loved in the first place. You loved their mannerisms, their attitude, and their personality - all elements of their Spirit. You didn’t love them for their fur, or their one standing straight up ear, or their snaggle teeth (ok, maybe you did a little). Mostly, you loved them for who they were as a Spirit, and that Spirit, still exists right beside you.

After they pass on, your pet wants you to know that they still cuddle up next to you, still join you on the couch, and still want to be with you, if you want that too.  

6. They still want to do things with you

They’re still here, in Spirit form, and they still enjoy your company and want to do the things you always did together.

If they used to ride shotgun on car trips, or they used to love accompanying you on hikes, bike rides, or jogs, or they used to love sitting on your lap while you worked late at night - you pets wants you to know, they still enjoy doing those things, and still want to join you.

All you have to do to invite them along, is pat the couch beside you and encourage them to jump up, or give them the okay to hop out of the car and accompany you on the hike.

7. They don’t want you to regret the way that they died

This is a sad one, especially for us. Mama died suddenly and in my husband’s arms, and her final moments are images he can’t shake. And he’s not alone. Nearly all pet owners have some sadness or regret about their pet’s final moments.

If you had to carry your dog into the vet to be put to sleep, your dog does not want you to regret this choice. It was their choice, too, to be in your arms as they took their final breaths, and to be surrounded by your love as their Spirit left their body.

Your pet wants you to have no regret and to have no sadness, they want you to know that these were their choices, and you honored them perfectly. You did exactly what they wanted.

8. They know you often loved them more than you loved yourself

Even if you didn’t have proper food to eat, they know you somehow managed to buy them food and treats. Your pet knows that you often showered them in more love than you ever showed yourself. They know this, and they have deep gratitude for your love. This is exactly why you were the perfect choice as their parent, and they want to thank you, for loving them even when at times it seemed so hard to love anything at all.  

9. They loved you more than they loved themselves

Your pet was an individual, too. They had things they felt badly about and things that they knew could be improved upon, and reasons, that they felt they were unworthy of love, just like we all do.

But you, you were always supportive, always loving, and always doting, even at times, when you thought you weren’t. Your pet loved you, and loves you, more than they ever loved themselves.

And if you’ll allow it, they’d like to still be a part of your life.

this made me sob so hard… but made me feel sort of happy at the same time… just knowing my pets chose me to be their mom, just like my son did :)
this is for all the pet owners who’ve lost pets.. know they’re with you always 

Drunk Texting Cas

Originally posted by cgstiel

Pairing: CasxReader
Word count: Unknown
Warnings: None
Author: Mel

Y/N - Cas, did it hurt?
Cas- Did what hurt?  Many things on earth hurt. You may need to be more specific.
Y/N - when you fell from heaven.
Cas - that is not a pleasant thing to have happen Y/N.
Y/N- Are those space pants Cas?
Cas - They are the same pants I am always wearing. why?
Y/N - cuz your ass is out of this world.
Cas- .. I do not understand what is happening.
Y/N - was your dad a baker?
Cas - God is my father Y/N, you already know this. I am an angel of the Lord after all.
Y/N - cuz you have a nice set of buns.
Cas - Why are we now speaking about baked goods?
Y/N - Are you a keyboard?
Cas - I am an angel…
Y/N-  cuz you are just my type.
Cas - I am growing very confused with this conversation. I’m going to ask Dean what is happening.
Y/N - CAS!!??
Cas - Dean says you are intoxicated and thinks you are very interested in me sexually. He also finds this very amusing. I’m afraid he might asphyxiate if he continues to laugh this hard..
Y/N - I’m going to go die of embarrassment in the corner now thanks cas…
Cas - I don’t think that is truly possible, but if it is, I can always bring you back to life. :)