Frontier Land
Sorta diverged from my original plan for this. But ended up happier with it, I’ve had it sitting for a good while in my files. Gonna probably do cowboy Sam next.
Garden Variety Dykes: Lesbian Traditions in Gardening, 1994
Castiel’s life is finally falling into place. Having just started his master’s degree at Stanford, he’s ready to wipe the slate of his past clean in search of new beginnings. Still, he can’t help but feel like he’s missing something; some hole in his heart no god can fill.
Enter Dean Winchester.
phew. this one is a doozy. that's about all the words i got.
feel free to follow for updates!! i’ve posted some fanart and plan on posting more here. you can also listen to the fun playlist i made for this fic, which is time-accurate and being added to when i find the perfect songs!! otherwise, thanks for reading and i adore you all as always xoxo!!
u survive literally every single event in your life & still every time a new event happens you feel like this is the event that will kill you and that you will never move on from but actually you will continue to survive like you always have bc u have a 100% win rate of surviving events. btw
chronic pain diagnoses are all like yeah we don't know what this is or why it happens. we also don't know how to treat it. good luck out there soldier
You have this hold over me - 24x32” acrylic on wood. For my June solo show in LA, Lovers + Fighters.
So glad I get to experience homosexual desire. One life and thank god I'm not straight
GHOST WHISPERER (2005-2010) | 1x01 - Pilot
well if judas iscariot is such a bad guy they shouldn't have given him all the cuntiest songs in jesus christ superstar
dichotomy? more like dyke hot 2 me #feminism
Yknow the funniest part is that Supernatural sounds like a shitty Destiel fic. There have been a ton of times where I’m like oh that was a fanfic, and then I find a screenshot reminding me that it’s canon. Like I’m sorry “I don’t know what’s real anymore.” “We are.” Bitch that’s gayer than saying ILY!!
HOW DID THIS FLOP HARDER THAN THE LAST POST 💔
“I believe in a lot of things. Hope. Prayer. We all have our own way of seeking comfort.”
As promised, a little Castiel candid from my Stanford era college AU, This Gentle Sin! If you’ve read it, trust that the rest of his walls have just as many artifacts, if not more-- and if you haven’t, well! I’d be happy to have you! 💛
wait let me get on this level
if i’m ever brutally murdered and everyone feels like they need to do something productive in my memory, all i want is for you to pass legislation banning LED headlights in my name. regardless of how irrelevant it is to my murder. it’s relevant to my heart.
‘something’s wrong’, a disability with no name.
i’ve spent almost two years trying to figure out the mystery diagnoses that have been ruining my life. every test, imaging and lab under the sun has come back normal, even when i know it’s not. we have ideas, but nothing concrete. i’ve lost almost 60 pounds without meaning to. everything hurts. and all of this is… exhausting. i doubt what i feel because i have nothing to call it, and i doubt its importance because it could always be worse. and i should be grateful that technically, nothing is wrong, but something IS wrong, and i don’t know what to do with that, either.
i’m not sure how this piece ended up the way it did; maybe my brain needed to make sense of everything in a way that makes no sense. sometimes the body is a broken doll is a mess is a horrible thing.
being called "cringe" by another tumblr user is just so..............my sibling in christ u are also on the app
On Friendship.
“I believe in a lot of things. Hope. Prayer. We all have our own way of seeking comfort.”
As promised, a little Castiel candid from my Stanford era college AU, This Gentle Sin! If you’ve read it, trust that the rest of his walls have just as many artifacts, if not more-- and if you haven’t, well! I’d be happy to have you! 💛
Castiel’s life is finally falling into place. Having just started his master’s degree at Stanford, he’s ready to wipe the slate of his past clean in search of new beginnings. Still, he can’t help but feel like he’s missing something; some hole in his heart no god can fill.
Enter Dean Winchester.
fifth chapter down, the longest one yet (and the longest thing i've written in a looong time)!!! this one took a while given the craziness that continues to be my life, and given the next one is gonna be a bit longer as well i'm not sure when it'll be updated again. however, i've already started it despite desperately wanting to give myself a break, so we'll see how it goes LMAO
shoutout to my beautiful girlfriend @wolvenwhispers for being my omega reader teehee. i left a reference to my favorite destiel fanfic and another to one of my other favorite shows, so see if you can spot them!! ;~*
feel free to follow for more updates!! i’ve posted some fanart and plan on posting more here. you can also listen to the fun playlist i made for this fic, which is time-accurate being added to when i find the perfect songs!! otherwise, thanks for reading and i adore you all xoxo!!
Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27
Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.
uuuuugghhhhh this new chapter of tgs is taking so looooong
i’m a woman in the way that gillian anderson is british
got hit by 12 cars and died. sory. all at once. no traces left behind. I think one of the cars was carnivorous