Chrissi, Germany, Supernatural and Marvel fangirl. Hamilton trash
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ho ho ho where did my motivation go
a compilation in honour of our first christmas without vine.
The most beautiful thing I have heard all day and you have the opportunity to hear it too.
London, 2009, so a year after the events of City of Heavenly Fire. There are some clues in here for Dark Artifices and even for Shadowhunter Academy, so if you hate spoilers, avoid!
A lot of people have asked if Will is “really there” or is a ghost. I never thought of Will ever haunting the world after his death. He had a good life and a good death and has no reason to hang around. There’s an implication in the comic that this is Will’s “one trip” from the afterlife, but an equal implication, I think, that he’s not there at all, and is just a figment of the imaginations of those who so badly want to see him.
You can decide what you want to believe. :)
* Art by Cassandra Jean of course!
CASTIEL, BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT YOURSELF WHEN YOU’RE CAS’ DEPRIVED.
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*Insp: Snickers commercial . Please forgive my poor video editing skills
*Before their first date*
Dean: I’m ready for our date.
Dean: How do I look?
Castiel (cradling Dean’s face in his hands): Dean, you couldn’t look more beautiful than you do right now.
Charlie: *incoherent screeching*
Sam: I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!
Claire: Alright, Cas!!
Jack: GO DADS!!!!
Mary: MARRY HIM!!!
Gabriel (clutching his chest): My gaybies!!
Chuck: That was so beautiful
Bobby: God damn soulmates right there.
Balthazar: I’ve never been more proud in my life.
Lucifer: I hate you both for making me cry.
Castiel: Would the cheering section please just shut the fuck up already?!?!?
anyone please ask your crush out like this
an actual video of me in any math class ever.
Wing study. Friggin’ angels.
WOW “Guardian” finished is so beautiful! A great work!
He is a great artist. I love how he expressed very well the situation of Castiel and Kelly. Their facial expression, their whole bodies to convey emotion and the details… This illustration is so beautiful.
Guardian -Original version by blacktsubu
Guardian by blacktsubu
WIP? - Guardian by blacktsubu
Forever Changed by T’Luminareth
Here have a vine compilation that I made and enjoy I’m not late to the party or anything
#justiceformuslims
Has anybody considered that the 'Miss Me?' was never meant to be from Moriarity? It was always meant to be Eurus telling her brothers she's coming back
Mycroft trying to make it easy for Sherlock to kill him, though...
That was heartbreaking and beautiful.
Sherlock
Was I the only one who kind of guessed that Redbeard wasn't a dog? Like, I thought he was the 4th Holmes sibling or something, because people always stop searching after three...
all in all, meeting the family was somewhat of a success!
sweating test based off [x]
Person: What are you thinking about?
Me: Destiel
Person: What are you reading about?
Me: Destiel
Person: What are you talking about?
Me: Destiel
Person: What are you laughing about?
Me: Destiel
Person: What are you crying about?
Me: Destiel
Person: What is your life even about?
Me: ...Destiel
Cas coming into the kitchen one night to find Dean sitting alone, a glass of whisky in front of him, his shoulders sloped in tired lines and his eyes shot through with red.
“How’d you even lift it?” he says. Cas frowns, not understanding. “M’soul.” Dean takes a swallow of whisky. “S’heavy. It’s so heavy. Should’ve broken your back on the way out the pit.”
Cas watches Dean for a drawn-out moment that’s deep like the ocean, or like space - filled with silent moons and stars, things he cannot say.
He comes to sit by Dean.
“It’s not your soul that’s heavy,” he says. “It’s just your heart.” Dean offers him a blearily sceptical look over his next intake of whisky.
“Uh huh,” he says.
“Your soul is light,” Cas insists. “It’s weightless. It has no colour that I know how to name. It feels like…” He thinks for a moment. “If you could make a material out of the sound of your voice, it would feel like that.” He reaches a hand across the table, rests it on Dean’s forearm. “Your soul is… fine,” he says, understating, because Dean - in this state - never wants to hear anything much that’s good about himself. “It’s only your heart that pains you, and weighs you down.”
Dean shrugs. “Got a cure for me, doc? Fix my old heart?” he says - and belies his former blurriness with a suddenly clear and slightly desperate glance at Cas, which barely lasts a second.
Cas slides his fingertips from Dean’s forearm down to his loose, upturned hand.
“I might,” he says, as Dean laces their fingers together. “Yes, I think I might.”