I Love Today!

dean's like. when i want my dad to like me i hide all my soft parts and when i want other hunters to respect me i act like my dad and when other men leer at me in bars i no homo it up and when motel owners perceive something queer abt me i butch it up and when my little brother teases me i project the feminine things i actually like onto him and when i'm around attractive women i lean into the image that's already been cultivated around me as a charming ladies man and flirt shamelessly (but actually i'm shy) and when i'm around queer women i don't have to perform for i can relax and wear silly outfits and indulge in my actual interests and hobbies and when i'm around kids i am soft and vulnerable and honest because i know they won't judge me and when faced with the option of choosing any presentation i joke that i'd pick to look like a hot cheerleader and everyone thinks i'm being pervy but actually. well. who wouldn't want to be a hot cheerleader am i right? and no no other people don't think like that i guess, heh, nevermind....and when i'm with my best friend...sometimes i think he can see all of me, like really see me, and it's simultaneously terrifying and so so easy.

I'm like if a missing person was literally right there

goo goo dolls if they were in dune: and i don’t want the worm to see me

Dean thinks they've been dating for years and they're just taking it slow by human standards because angels are literally older than time so it would actually be really fast in the grand scheme of Cas's life and he's super happy with their dates and emotional intimacy when they have the time, and simultaneously every time Cas even dares to have a romantic thought about Dean he throws himself into a life or death situation to escape both the force of his own emotions and also the instincts of his 'monstrous nature' which is being so angelically horny for Dean he thinks he's going insane, so Dean is living a soap opera style romcom with ups and downs and Cas is living a gothic horror where he is the monster who has lured the maiden in with false pretense and is struggling to not devour her

ao3 asking if i want to see mature content. do i want to see birds in the sky. do i want to feel the wind in my hair and the grass under my feet

one could argue the subtext of this scene indicates that he desperately needed to bounce on it

well maybe i am "the faggot america"

apparently youre supposed to perform. they love it when you perform. but it has to be authentic. they hate it when it's not authentic. but you have to perform.

The last of the classically trained tumblrinas