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அத்தனை கண்ட பின்னும் பூமி இங்கு பூ பூக்கும் ~~~

Mainly spn.

Dean-coded dean girl

Genderqueer Dean and tfem dean in my head, my love.

Supernatural is about everything and nothing all at once.

EDIT:

My art tag is: #jasdraws

Fanfic writing tag: #jaswrites

Episode opinions: #spn rewatch diaries

Fanfic blogging tag: #spnffblogging

Personal stuffs also here and there

POLITICALLY: Due to some real life events, lemme clarify: DNI if you have any sympathies for any kinda fascism (Zionism, Hindutva, Nazi shit, etc etc.). Miss me with that shit. I'm on the side of anti colonialism everywhere. Also, I love every kind of queer person, idc abt the labels like at all. Peace and love. But if you bring racism to my door, I will block immediately. Mwah💕

I do art! If you have requests feel free to send them my way!!!!

EDIT #2:

Alright, my adhd is getting out of control and I'm cluttering more than usual. So, here's the side blog about danmei/mxtx/yaoi. jasmine-in-the-danmei-zone.

FREE PALESTINE: GFM:

“Dean, it’s not funny. You have to say things in a way I understand.”

Dean feels a little bad about it. He wants to fix things, to undo whatever it is that’s made Cas retreat into that lost look.

Dean is suddenly, acutely aware of the figure he cuts: sprawled across red silk sheets, petting the bed like he’s filming an ad for designer cologne. He drags himself up onto one elbow, props his chin in one hand, and tries to salvage what little dignity he has left.

“What,” he says. “You gonna fight me for it?”Cas steps farther into the room, enough into the light for Dean to catch the faint curve of his smile.“You know I don’t sleep,” Cas says. “But I remember what it was like to need it, and that does look… appealing.”

Dean snorts. He’s suddenly, stupidly glad Cas has terrible taste in almost everything—television, junk food, people. The room is one step removed from a romance novel cover, complete with silk sheets and emergency rose petals, and Cas doesn’t seem remotely put off by any of it.

Wahhhhh

Dean pushes his face into Cas’ palm, “You don’t like it?”

“I like it too much, sweetheart,” Cas nudges the fingers that are resting against Dean’s lips into his mouth. Dean laps a them. Traces them with his tongue.