So Cute

so cute

BLACK LIVES MATTER!!!

I have 15 Thousand followers on Tumblr, I am kinda expecting ya’ll re reblog this one.

So i’m going to say it again, and again and AGAIN! DON’T BE ON THE SIDE OF SILENCE AND COMPLACENCY!!! Shit needs to fucking change!!!!!!!!

BLACK LIVES MATTER ✊🏿✊🏾✊🏽

(If you’re not on the same page as me, you can politely take a walk to the unfollow button and leave)

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xsammijoanneex

6 years ago

Ya’ll: *writes a Hellboy x Reader fic*

Me: YEEEEEESSSS!!!

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xsammijoanneex

7 years ago

Ohmigosh! I only got to read part 1 and I'm already fangirling over this series!❤️❤️❤️❤️

Co Workers (Masterlist)

Summary: You’re an inexperienced actress living in LA with your boyfriend of five years, Andrew, when you land a roll on your favorite tv show, Supernatural. You pack up and move to Vancouver, leaving Andrew behind so he can finish college. But when you hit it off with your new co worker, Misha Collins, things get heated.

Warnings are listed within each part.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven,

Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve

Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen , Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen , Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty,

Part Twenty-One, Part Twenty-Two, Part Twenty-Three, Part Twenty-Four, Part Twenty-Five (Final)

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xsammijoanneex

7 years ago

That look makes me weak in the knees

The fluffiest damn angel in the garrison, aka Castiel headcanons part 3…

Castiel’s heart, like the heart of any angel, is borrowed and belongs to his vessel. As such, he expressed deep and sincere regret at not being able to freely give his heart over to you when you offered up yours to him. His remorse abated only when you assured him your heart was big enough for both of you to share. Laying his head to your chest, listening to the regular drumming rhythm of your heart as you lazily combed your fingers through his hair, he found ample space for his love between the beats. In that moment he understood the old human adage that home is where the heart is.

Castiel knows how to make your nethers quiver. Point of fact, he was there when the Kama Sutra was being written. At the time he found the text on the nature and pleasure of love rather puzzling – wondering why humans would engage in such seemingly pointless acts of hedonism except for the obvious and necessary purposes of reproduction. His bewilderment rapidly dissipated the first time he elicited a pleasure laden orgasmic moan of his name from your writhing body – the salacious cry vibrating to the very core of his celestial being with resounding clarity.

Castiel would go to the ends of the Earth to make you happy. That hole in the wall bakery three states over with the amazing croissants you’re always going on about? Yeah, he’ll happily spend the night driving there and back simply to bask in the delight of your radiant smile when you untie the neatly wrapped white paperboard box to reveal the unexpected treat. Nothing in the world pleases him more than seeing your soul light up with pure joy.

Castiel’s idea of romance is as classic as it gets. He holds doors open for you. He offers you his jacket when there is a chill in the air. He surprises you with flowers just because. He listens attentively to every word you utter, no matter how mundane, as if it were the most important thing in the world in that particular moment. Date night dinners are an over-the-top candle lit bunker roof-top table for two, replete with a perfectly chilled bottle of bubbly, fresh flowers, and your favorite take-out (you and Cas, with strongly worded input from the Winchesters regarding a certain smoky situation in the bunker kitchen, collectively decided early on in your relationship that cooking was not the angel’s forte). Castiel strives daily to demonstrate how important you are to him.

Even when he can’t be by your side, Castiel is there for you. He leaves you encouraging notes in your overnight duffle praising your strength, on the mirror in the bathroom reminding you of your beauty, in the trunk of your car, wedged between the rock salt rounds and the holy water extolling the notion that you can do anything you set your mind to, even going so far as to secretly tuck handwritten sonnets and professions of love into your clothing pockets for you to randomly discover – all to remind you of his unwavering devotion and your importance.