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littleskrib:

God’s Creation - 2014
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This is my contribution to the upcoming season 10 in 10 days as well as my comeback as an artist - the days of waiting and crashings are over and I finally can draw without interruptions. I just love my new Laptop!
If anyone wonders what the enochian word means - it’s supposed to mean God’s creation, just like the title, but I have no idea if that’s right I have no clue about the language and asked a dictionary that seemed to be trustworthy - I hope for the best.

littleskrib:

God’s Creation - 2014

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This is my contribution to the upcoming season 10 in 10 days as well as my comeback as an artist - the days of waiting and crashings are over and I finally can draw without interruptions. I just love my new Laptop!

If anyone wonders what the enochian word means - it’s supposed to mean God’s creation, just like the title, but I have no idea if that’s right I have no clue about the language and asked a dictionary that seemed to be trustworthy - I hope for the best.

urbancatfitters:

you had me at “hello” and you lost me at “i think your friend is cute”

"First, there’s the moment when you think you think it. There’s the moment when you think you know it. There’s the moment when you know you know it, but you can’t yet say it. And, then, there’s the moment when you know you know it, and you can’t keep it in."

anastiel:

Dean never believed in fairy-tales.

He knew better. In the real world people didn’t randomly become rich, they didn’t go from being a paupers into princes and the world sure as hell didn’t stop turning when you met your “soulmate.” Life just wasn’t like that. 

If he had to, Dean would call himself a realist, always seeing the world for what it is, ten kinds of ugly and filled with things that want to kill you. In the real world no one gets a happy ending, if you’re lucky you’ll get a bittersweet ending. Your life might be sad but at least it’s less sad than everyone else’s.

No, Dean Winchester didn’t believe in fairy-tales. They don’t exist, at least not in his world.

But as with all things, sometimes Dean is wrong. 

And sometimes you don’t realize you have the leading role in your own fairy-tale until you’re smack dab in the middle of it, which coincidentally is what happened to Dean. 

It’s a sudden realization in the midst of a nasty fight between a nest of vampires. Dean swings and narrowly misses killing a tall, gruff vampire, who retaliates by throwing him against the wall. The vamp’s hands clench around his neck, nails digging into his windpipe. Dean starts to see stars and thinks, oh this is it, this is how I’m going to die, when at the last second the vamp’s head disappears and Cas is standing over him, glowing in the dull warehouse light like some friggin’ knight in shining armor. 

It’s then, right then that Dean gets it. 

He’s the damsel in distress and Cas is his long-lost prince, rushing in to save the day. 

Oh God, his life is fucking fairy-tale. 

Cas holds out his hand to help him up and Dean takes it, letting Cas pull him to his feet as he tries to get back his breath. They stand there, hands still clasped together, a few inches of empty air separating them. The lights flicker above their heads and all Dean wants to do is close those few last inches between them and kiss Cas like his life depends on kissing him. 

So he does. 

It’s a sloppy kiss, unpracticed and a little over-eager, but for a few brief seconds Dean’s world does stop turning. Just like in a fairy-tale everything around them freezes and nothing else matters except for Cas and Dean. 

But then a vampire goes for his head and Dean remembers, oh yeah, vampires first, kissing later. 

Dean doesn’t mind that they were interrupted, he has the rest of his life to kiss Cas and he plans to use his time very effectively. 

Later that evening, curled up underneath warm covers with Cas’s arms around him and his lips ghosting against the back of Dean’s neck, Dean feels at peace and happy for the first time in his life. 

Sometimes fairy-tales and happy endings are real and Dean thinks they’re kind of awesome.

strangepicturesofmishacollins:

So I went to the Barnes and Noble book signing for We Are Not Ourselves, at the Grove in Los Angeles. I decided I would submit the picture of me and Misha. I don’t really have anything special to say other than ERMAHGERD I TOOK A PICTURE WITH MISHA COLLINS. 

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I’m Finley, by the way, and my blog is here.

I can’t believe that Misha used his celebrity to get teenagers to study English literature in their free time. 

jakesjohnson:

i’m upset that they always make nick so clean shaven. like… if he is as lazy as everyone always says he is… why does he shave so much? gimme the season one scruff back and i’ll be happy. i’m looking at you, liz.

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spnficlets:

Just imagine Dean and Castiel at the end of a long, long, long, long, long day.  The kind of day that seems like it’ll never end.  They’re exhausted and freezing by the time they make it to their crappy little motel room with its crappy little shower.  One where the water only actually comes out of half the shower head and it still turns cold in three minutes flat.  

The hour’s too late to get something to eat in a town so small, so after taking turns scrubbing off the top layer of a generally unpleasant day, they fall into bed, hungry and still cold.  They curl up under the threadbare blankets, using one another for warmth, pressed together with their legs tangled and their fingers intertwined.  Within minutes, they’ve forgotten about the crappy shower and the long day and being hungry.  With soft kisses and gentle touches, they build a warm refuge from everything about the day that sucked and pretty soon, it all fades away as sleepy kisses turn to sleepy mumbles turn to sleep.