my heart like one good rifle

#and the gayass heeled boots (@rowenalesbian)

Cas should have done more celestial horror type shit when communicating with Dean, more strange dreams that are just vibes (rancid), more tv static that almost looks like a face, almost sounds like a voice, but not. Weird voices on the radio, familiar songs but the lyrics are wrong, people walking up to him and saying 'Im sorry but I just had the strangest feeling that I needed to tell you that you're in danger', more lights popping and buzzing and flickering going out when he's on the wrong path, glowing brighter when he's going where Cas wants, and Dean the whole time Dean is rolling his eyes and huffing and pulling his hair like "DUDE! STOP BEING MYSTERIOUS I NEED ANSWERS?"

every day i see a new picture of a celebrity who has been reduced to skin and bones

I know that weight loss drugs are helpful to people who need it but it is so clear that many are abusing it to look as frail and thin as possible and it’s scary

getting hooked on a wip fic on a regular upload schedule will have you thinking things like "i wish it was tuesday"

booking the ugliest most overstimulation cowboy-themed hotel room so your brother doesn’t kill himself again

cas coming home to the bunker every night and having to go dean and sam’s room like a little guardian angel and heal the like twenty combined concussions they get every day so they don’t get post concussion syndrome