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Hey guys remember how Dean only holds Cas when he thinks he’s lost him
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like you can’t pitch “the fallen angel and the righteous man” and not expect them to get together like come on now
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"Castiel's confession was platonic." No, it wasn't. "Cas loved Dean like a brother." No, he didn't. "Dean's mixtape was platonic." No, it wasn't. "Dean was abusive." No, he wasn't. "Sam and Dean were soulmates." No, they weren't. "Dean was a womanizer." No, he wasn't. "Rusty rebar was the perfect ending for Dean." No, it wasn't. "Dean wanted to die." No, he didn't.
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Today, Dean sees a shooting star while looking up at the night sky and, for the first time in recent memory, no life or death wishes immediately come to mind.
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If your life is horrible and you need a new source of meaning and direction.... Do NOT find religion. Learn to identify plants.
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i love how every fandom’s got its fics. you know the ones, that one way or the other, everyone has and probably will read at some point in their lives? and no one else would understand. like i could say “you’re hesitating, love” and an entire group of people will fall to their knees in a target
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No one told me going to college meant having no time to read jegulus fanfiction.
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James knew he was going to die.
He knew it when he faced Voldermort at his doorstep.
He knew it when Peter refused to hold Harry.
Or maybe before that. Maybe when dumbledoor refused to come to his and Lily's wedding.
Or when Lily kissed him with the desperation of a dying man who knew her time was up.
He knew it when he left Regulus on the astronomy tower.
It didn't matter though. Because in the end there was nothing he could do.
He died anyway. (and if dying bought him peace that wasn't anybody's fault)
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it's so funny that one day mr Keating tells the class that language was created "to woo women" and another day Todd improvises a poem using Walt Whitman as inspiration and Neil is left completely awestruck with hearts jumping from his eyes, my baby is no woman but he was wooed enough that's for sure
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It’s hard to remember a time where the sun was just the sun, the moon was just the moon, and stars were just stars
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