This Is How My Lover’s Voice Sounds... Never Has Their Voice Been Any Less Sweet Than Honey, Or Less

I painted a mirror. An eye for an eye, friends.

He looks so concerned-

I love it when a cat owner says something stupid to Jackson Galaxy and he's clearly having to restrain himself from grabbing them by the shoulders and shaking them violently

The captain goes down with the ship.

Coffee_Sigh.Rho. · Playlist · 48 songs

Yes another playlist I made. Not my art on the cover.

we dont talk about bruno because hes not worth it | a bruno madrigal playlist

I hope you like the playlist and that the songs fit the character, lowkey kinda rushed it because I wanted to post it as fast as possible but bruno is such a...

A playlist that, once again, doesn’t belong to me beacause I relate a little too much to Bruno.

Flowers

The fact that so many people have not been bought or brought flowers before saddens me. I had a conversation with a friend and asked if they had ever been bought flowers; despite having multiple previous partners, they said no. It wounds me to know that so many people have never been appreciated in such a way; it doesn’t take much to buy some flowers, or even just pick some from a field, and yet they had never experienced being given flowers by someone they love. Just get your friend(s) or lover(s) some flowers; doesn’t matter where they came from, doesn’t matter their gender or sexual orientation, they’re just flowers. Normalize being human and showing basic affection.

Start of Chapter 8, “Sins of the flesh”

Link to Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1359337904-sins-of-the-flesh-chapter-8-raised-once-more Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/121978735 ----

Tension hung heavy in the air as Dean and Sam ate their breakfast of homemade pancakes and breakfast sausage; vegan breakfast sausage, in Sam’s case. Although Castiel found no reason to eat anymore as he didn’t have to pretend to be able to taste it, he still insisted on sitting with them.

Dean chewed slowly and methodically, eliciting high levels of nervosity in both the angel and his brother who sat nearby. Their forks and knives clinked against their plates, the light tapping and scratching sounding all too loud in a space that had once been constantly filled with noise when the three of them were together.

“So, erm… I’ve found a case for you two,” Sammy told them cautiously as he pulled a file off his lap and sat it down on the breakfast table, breaking the extremely awkward silence.

“For ‘us two’? What, you’re not coming on the first hunt we’ve had since Cas got back?” Dean asked, lowering his fork and knife to rest on his plate. “No, I need a break the hunts,” Sam told his brother truthfully as he took a breath followed by a bite of his pancakes.

“Have there been any reports on this case?” Castiel questioned as he put down the day’s newspaper dated December 17th, 2008. He took the file and opened it, watching uninterestedly as a map and a few pages slipped out of it.

“Yeah; a handful of people have gone missing in Virginia, in the Shenandoah national park,” Sam told them, watching as Castiel placed five pages in a line, each a different missing person’s report.

“Isabella Morake, Catherine Hilltower, Elizabeth Chinadora, Maxwell Carlem and Stephen Mystarn had all gone missing within two months of each other around the same area; each had been travelling in a group of two to three people when their teammates called the police to report that they had heard screams from the woods. There was blood splattered on the ground and on trees near where they had heard the yelling coming from,” Sam explained moving his hands in explicative motions as he spoke.

“Each scene had claw marks in the dirt, leading any police on the investigations to assume that they were bear attacks and the victims must have upset the bear or bears in some way.” The younger Winchester finished, waiting for Castiel to stop reading the file and reports.

“Five bear attacks in the same area at the beginning of winter? That’s ridiculous,” Dean muttered as he picked his fork and knife back up and stuffed a sausage in his face, chewing slowly to avoid having to speak again.

“Exactly why I think it’s something else; a wendigo, maybe? It matches up; seasons might be a little weird, but it’s possible it’s just stocking up on a bit more food before winter comes,” Sam suggested as he gently pushed his plate away, no longer feeling hungry enough to continue eating.

To see into the soul of another, you must first see into your own.

Myself, Sighlas-Rhodes

playing god

Me: ...I need a way to get rid of all these crows so that this plot hole can be fixed. Also me: Let’s just flood the town and attack them with lighting; yes, great, perfect.

I am not usually one to read fics here on Tumblr, but for all that is holy, I loved this fic. The way you describe emotions, describe the setting and actions is simply incredible; my eyes and mind have been blessed with this godly creation and for that I am thankful.

I’m out of my element (I can’t breathe)

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This is my first time writing anxceit, so I’d love to hear what you think! 

When Janus finds Virgil alone in the common room, sobbing and struggling to breathe, the scene can’t help but feel achingly familiar. He’s been in this position so many times, seeing Virgil at his most vulnerable – but it’s been years.

So much has gone on since then, so much has changed. Bridges have been burned, at least that’s what it can’t help but feel like. Janus has seen hostility and bitterness and little else from Virgil for so long; it’s not completely unjustified, either, not nearly. He would do anything to keep Janus from seeing him like this now, Janus is sure of it.

But regardless, he’s found him. And he needs to act.

“Virgil, hey, hey,” Janus says quickly, crouching in front of Virgil sat on the couch, hugging his knees and trembling so hard, “Hey, it’s alright. Do you need me to get you, someone? Do you need Patton? Logan? Roman?”

Janus supposes perhaps Virgil wouldn’t do anything to keep him from being seen this way, just most things. Because as impossible as it often seems, something’s been established between them in the last few months. What it is, Janus can’t possibly say. But he can assess with confidence that whatever it is, it’s raw, and it’s fragile, and it feels moment from breaking each day.

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