Universe is Calling
Sorry If I don't reply, I'm with The Doctor,on our way around the Universe, with a quick stop to Hogwarts, Narnia,and a few other stops too.
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cityblue30:

m0rtality:

Due to high sulfur levels, inhabitants of the Izu Islands had to wear gas masks to survive. What results? Some of the scariest wedding photos ever.
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kikaisaigono:

too-precious-for-this-w0rld:

kikaisaigono:

See that? See how Cas isn’t looking Dean in the eye? It’s because he can’t. Try listening to the man you rebelled for, fell for, died many times over for, call out to you every single night. Try listening for his cries for help and pleas to know if you’re even alive or if he’s truly all alone.  Try using every last ounce of self control you have not to return to his side and tell him that you never left him, that you were there protecting him all along. Try risking him hating you just so he’ll leave you behind and have an actual shot at getting out. Try doing all of that, and then tell me if you’d be able to look him in the eye when you tell him, “I know.”

and Dean probably told him stuff he would not tell him face to face

For sure. Things that he only had the courage to say because he knew there was no way Cas could hear him — if Cas could hear him then Cas would be there by his side. Cas would never just ignore him. But Cas heard everything. He heard everything and he still couldn’t go. But oh, how we wanted to.
Sometimes I wonder what Dean might have said — I mean he was stuck in Purgatory for a whole year and he prayed every night — he must have really opened up after the first month or so — though Dean Winchester will deny that until the day he died. I wonder if he sat there at night with his fingers laced together like a good Christian boy because he thought maybe that would make Cas hear him better? I wonder if he sat awake during those precious few hours of sleep while Benny took his turn on watch just to pray, even though after a year he knew the prayers were going unheard. But he would still keep looking. He could just feel that Cas wasn’t completely gone.
Still, the praying was a comfort even if Cas couldn’t hear. Sometimes he was sort of happy about that, because he started saying things that he could never let the angel know about. I think he got by imagining that Cas was right there in front of him, cocking his head like a curious little bird as Dean recounted the monsters he’d killed today and how he’d interrogated them for Cas’ whereabouts. Cas would shake his head and try to start chiding him for looking and not leaving as soon as he could, but Dean imagined he would silently stop the words tumbling out of Cas’ mouth by a shy brush of his lips and a tug on the collar of his dirty, ratty trenchcoat.
Cas would know about all of it. He would be able to  feel the want and the desire and the longing in Dean, and in his own little dark corner of Purgatory he would wrap his coat a little tighter around himself; not out of chill but loneliness. A sad smile would creep across his lips as Dean finally muttered “Amen” and drifted off to sleep, and Cas could sense he was at rest, at least for a few precious hours. And then he would snap back to reality as he heard the twig break off in the distance and feel the overwhelming sensation of being watched, hunted. In an instant he would be on his feet and he would spirit himself away to another God-forsaken, lonely corner of this personal hell, as far away as possible from Dean. Just to keep him safe for at least one more night. That is, until tomorrow when Dean says “Cas, it’s me again,” and Cas will be right there listening to every word.
kikaisaigono:

too-precious-for-this-w0rld:

kikaisaigono:

See that? See how Cas isn’t looking Dean in the eye? It’s because he can’t. Try listening to the man you rebelled for, fell for, died many times over for, call out to you every single night. Try listening for his cries for help and pleas to know if you’re even alive or if he’s truly all alone.  Try using every last ounce of self control you have not to return to his side and tell him that you never left him, that you were there protecting him all along. Try risking him hating you just so he’ll leave you behind and have an actual shot at getting out. Try doing all of that, and then tell me if you’d be able to look him in the eye when you tell him, “I know.”

and Dean probably told him stuff he would not tell him face to face

For sure. Things that he only had the courage to say because he knew there was no way Cas could hear him — if Cas could hear him then Cas would be there by his side. Cas would never just ignore him. But Cas heard everything. He heard everything and he still couldn’t go. But oh, how we wanted to.
Sometimes I wonder what Dean might have said — I mean he was stuck in Purgatory for a whole year and he prayed every night — he must have really opened up after the first month or so — though Dean Winchester will deny that until the day he died. I wonder if he sat there at night with his fingers laced together like a good Christian boy because he thought maybe that would make Cas hear him better? I wonder if he sat awake during those precious few hours of sleep while Benny took his turn on watch just to pray, even though after a year he knew the prayers were going unheard. But he would still keep looking. He could just feel that Cas wasn’t completely gone.
Still, the praying was a comfort even if Cas couldn’t hear. Sometimes he was sort of happy about that, because he started saying things that he could never let the angel know about. I think he got by imagining that Cas was right there in front of him, cocking his head like a curious little bird as Dean recounted the monsters he’d killed today and how he’d interrogated them for Cas’ whereabouts. Cas would shake his head and try to start chiding him for looking and not leaving as soon as he could, but Dean imagined he would silently stop the words tumbling out of Cas’ mouth by a shy brush of his lips and a tug on the collar of his dirty, ratty trenchcoat.
Cas would know about all of it. He would be able to  feel the want and the desire and the longing in Dean, and in his own little dark corner of Purgatory he would wrap his coat a little tighter around himself; not out of chill but loneliness. A sad smile would creep across his lips as Dean finally muttered “Amen” and drifted off to sleep, and Cas could sense he was at rest, at least for a few precious hours. And then he would snap back to reality as he heard the twig break off in the distance and feel the overwhelming sensation of being watched, hunted. In an instant he would be on his feet and he would spirit himself away to another God-forsaken, lonely corner of this personal hell, as far away as possible from Dean. Just to keep him safe for at least one more night. That is, until tomorrow when Dean says “Cas, it’s me again,” and Cas will be right there listening to every word.
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sugarderps:

slugbox:

This is some fucking bullshit.

I’m crying
sugarderps:

slugbox:

This is some fucking bullshit.

I’m crying
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Superwho AU
└Dean’s faced a lot of monsters in his lifetime, one more ugly-ass creature isn’t gonna bother him. Even if he won’t be able to remember it when he closes his eyes

Superwho AU
└Dean’s faced a lot of monsters in his lifetime, one more ugly-ass creature isn’t gonna bother him. Even if he won’t be able to remember it when he closes his eyes

Superwho AU
└Dean’s faced a lot of monsters in his lifetime, one more ugly-ass creature isn’t gonna bother him. Even if he won’t be able to remember it when he closes his eyes

Superwho AU
└Dean’s faced a lot of monsters in his lifetime, one more ugly-ass creature isn’t gonna bother him. Even if he won’t be able to remember it when he closes his eyes
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thedoctorandgallifrey:

hioctopus:

sociopathhasthemoosebox:

uncreativeminds:

raspberryragdoll:

Dear future husband, if this doesn’t happen I want a divorce.

Dear future wife, if I don’t do this. Please divorce me.

okay so who thinks the above commenters should marry each other?

I ship it

uncreativeraspberryragdolls an otp
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karrijasminetho:

adreamersambition:

2makeyewsmile:

Woman: Is there a problem, Officer? Officer: Ma’am, you were speeding. Woman: Oh, I see. Officer: Can I see your license please? Woman: I’d give it to you but I don’t have one.  Officer: Don’t have one? Woman: Lost it 4 times for drunk driving. Officer: I see…Can I see your vehicle registration papers please. Woman: I can’t do that. Officer: Why not? Woman: I stole this car. Officer: Stole it? Woman: Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner. Officer: You what? Woman: His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see. The Officer looks at the woman, slowly backs away to his car, and calls for back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun. Officer 2: Ma’am, could you step out of your vehicle please! The woman steps out of her vehicle. Woman: Is there a problem sir? Officer 2: One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner. Woman: Murdered the owner? Officer 2: Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please. The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk. Officer 2: Is this your car, ma’am? Woman: Yes, here are the registration papers. The first officer is stunned. Officer 2: One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license. The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer. The officer snaps open the clutch purse and examines the license. He looks quite puzzled. Officer 2: Thank you ma’am, one of my officers told me you didn’t have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner. Woman: Betcha the lying bastard told you I was speeding too.

oh God

!!
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tatennant-ismybrotp:

if you don’t reblog this every time it appears on your dash then start questioning your existence
this is perfect
tatennant-ismybrotp:

if you don’t reblog this every time it appears on your dash then start questioning your existence
this is perfect
tatennant-ismybrotp:

if you don’t reblog this every time it appears on your dash then start questioning your existence
this is perfect
tatennant-ismybrotp:

if you don’t reblog this every time it appears on your dash then start questioning your existence
this is perfect
tatennant-ismybrotp:

if you don’t reblog this every time it appears on your dash then start questioning your existence
this is perfect
tatennant-ismybrotp:

if you don’t reblog this every time it appears on your dash then start questioning your existence
this is perfect
tatennant-ismybrotp:

if you don’t reblog this every time it appears on your dash then start questioning your existence
this is perfect
tatennant-ismybrotp:

if you don’t reblog this every time it appears on your dash then start questioning your existence
this is perfect