O my lord
It's happening It's real
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O my lord
It's happening It's real

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“The palm fronds linger at the feet of each column, all at once suspended between verdant freshness and decomposition.”
-from “So Says the Sword” by komodobits @cuddlebabies on AO3
Bioshock Infinite - Beast of America
This makes my heart so happy. . . #brutus #isley #dogs #dogsofinstagram #mutt #doberman #redandrust #inredandrustwetrust #cuddlebabies #bestfriends #mybabies #doggos #socute #toocute #imdyingofcutenessoverload
ok but here’s an idea: Dean and Cas giving each other belly rubs in bed until they fall asleep

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On the Wings of Maybe (12x19 Coda)
Dean comes to lying in the still night air of the playground. A cold breeze rushes through the trees and across his mist-covered face, chilling it and making him shiver.
He does not want to get up yet.
The sound of Sam’s even breathing a few feet away is assurance enough that he can afford a moment to lie there and wallow for a while.
Maybe wallow is the wrong word. This isn’t sulking or self-pity. This is that feeling that is so damn familiar to him it may as well be tattooed into his guts.
He aches, pure and simple.
Not his arm, of course. Cas had healed that as he always did, with a hand so gentle that for a moment Dean had allowed himself to hope, just briefly. Hope for a lot of things. Maybe Cas would come home. Maybe for once he’d stop running away and breaking Dean’s heart to save his life.
Hope that he’d actually understood what it fucking means when you give someone a mix tape full of your favourite songs.
After reading Ninety One Whiskey, listening to He Used To Be A Lovely Boy by Keane is not conducive to emotional healing!