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I don’t understand when people complain about “likespamming.” If I see the same person 20 times in a row in my notifs, even if they don’t reblog anything or follow me, I’m excited that they came to my gay little museum and had a good time! That’s literally what it’s for!!

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My piece for @destielzine / Endings Fix-it Zine!

I haven’t participated in a zine in years, but when I heard about this one I knew I wanted to be a part of it ! As I thought of how I would have liked Supernatural to end, I realized I just wanted Dean and Cas to be able to settle down somewhere and fix up a place. They went through so much in the show, I definitely think they deserve the chance to take it easy.

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Artwork for "Learning Curve (I Just Want To Say I Love You)" by @tsujiharu as part of the 2022 DCRB!

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alignment chart for whatever flavour of ship you'd call this

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dmitri….

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Just a lil’ Castiel in the snow

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For the amazing, talented, wonderful elliot @justcastiel’ event & their birthday! ily and thanks for being so wonderful! 💚 Prompt is “flying”. Read below or on ao3 (2k) 

“C’mon, angel,” Dean calls over his shoulder. “Let’s get moving.”  

“Dean, wait.”  

Dean stops and turns around, sunlight illuminating his freckles and stealing Cas’ breath in one foul swoop.  

“What is it?” he asks.

Cas waves vaguely at their surroundings. “What are we doing here?”

Dean tilts his head in what Cas knows is a loving impression of him as he considers the question. “Let’s just say that we’re celebrating.”

Cas nods but he still doesn’t understand. It’s not either of their birthdays and he has the dates of all other mandatory consumer holidays memorized. “Celebrating what?” he questions.  

Dean steps towards him, shrugging his shoulders as a smile lights up his face. “I don’t know. The sun, the air, flowers, love, your hot piece of ass husband; do we need a reason?”

Keep reading

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Sam’s onto you, Dean.

(Boxers!au Cas strikes again)

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Mating dance! He is trying his best!

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Mating dance! He is trying his best!

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The CW has gone to super hell ♡

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And there might not be a sadder thing

Than watchin' Saturn lose their rings

And black holes slowly dancin' in the dark

It's a song that they were born to sing

About the end of everything

Until it all goes up in one last spark

Everyone you love is gonna die

The End of Everything - Noah Cyrus

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elliot's 1k celebration

jan 13: angel - falling/flying

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The Winchesters of Camp Chitaqua.

I’m rewatching Supernatural and I got in the mood for some happy endverse. I imagine a setting in which they managed to save Sam and stop the Croatoan virus, but the world is still a mess and now begins the long road of rebuilding.

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wonderful. i once led armies and now i’m paired with a scruffy philistine and a talking dog.

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cas can u PLEASE get it together and help this man before sam comes back and tears u BOTH a new one 🙄

my gift for @shakespearenatural for the @spncreatorgiftexchange !! thank u beloved for hosting (it was a pleasure to mod with u!) and yes iconic that we both got each other GHVNSDKJG.. i really latched onto the “oblivious pining” part of ur gift request :’] i just think theyre neat

hope u enjoy!! ♡♡

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Walking his photography over to Dean’s desk was both the best and worst part of Cas’ day. Seeing their work come together, photography meeting written articles, was both beautiful and agonizing.

Mostly because Cas loved everything that Dean wrote. Every word he crafted on the page was magical. Everything about Dean was captivating, from his dorky jokes stapled around the office to his beautiful smile. And yet, whenever Cas tried to form the words to tell Dean how good his latest article was, it came out as a fumbling awkward mess.

No wonder Dean didn’t like him. And that was the agonizing part. Because there was no way Dean liked him when he was such a mumbling idiot around his coworker.

But God, it didn’t stop Cas from crushing. From being hopelessly breathless anytime those dazzling green eyes looked over his photography. Even if Dean’s compliments were usually muttered with a shaky hand as he plucked the printed photographs from Cas’ hand.

Office romances never worked anyway, right? He was better off pining over Dean and pretending he wasn’t staring at him from the printing room anytime Dean was typing on his computer.

Feet following the familiar path across the office, Cas found himself scuffing the toe of his shoes as he stopped in front of Dean’s desk.

Dean's eyes darted up, and the second his eyes caught sight of Cas, he dropped the stapler in his hands.

“What are you doing here?” Dean stumbled, hand fumbling the stapler several more times before he finally got it back onto the desk.

“They’re the… I have the, you know? The nature shots. For the Camping Article you wrote this morning.” Oh shit. Dean hadn’t told him exactly what the article had been about. Cas only knew because he’d been watching Dean write earlier today. “I thought I’d bring them to you instead of making you collect them from the printing room.”

Dean blinked once, twice, his eyes flickering from Cas’ face to the top picture in the stack; a clearing between some tall chestnut trees. “When did you take these?”

Shrugging, Cas darted his gaze away from Dean’s lips, which he’d been staring at for far too long. “Yesterday.”

“Yesterday was your day off though,” Dean said, and then just as quickly, he coughed and cleared his throat. “I mean. You weren’t here yesterday. So I assumed-”

Dean knew his schedule? Or at least noticed when Cas wasn’t in the office? Did that mean something?

“Yeah, it was my day off. I was out looking for inspiration and found this place when I was on a hike,” Cas said, eyes on the floor.

“You like to hike?” Dean asked, his foot bumping lightly against Cas’.

Nodding, Cas felt like his eyes were glued to the way their shoes were pressed together. “Good subjects for my photography.”

Dean paused, his hand settling on the physical photos Cas was still holding out for him. “These are good. Really good.”

Scoffing, Cas ducked his head. “You’ve only seen the first picture.”

“Yeah but… everything you- there’s always… all of your photography is good,” Dean said, then quickly added, “More than good. Amazing, actually.”

Laughing, Cas finally looked up and met Dean’s gaze. “Did you just compliment me, Dean Winchester?”

Shrugging, Dean flashed Cas a beaming smile. “Maybe I did, Castiel Novak. Maybe I did. You know, we both have Friday off. Let me take you on a hike,” Dean said. “I’d love to see you in action taking some photographs for the next article.”

Pretending to debate it, Cas chewed on his lip to hide his smile. “Depends. Will you give me a sneak peek of the article you’re working on?”

“It’s a deal,” Dean grinned, holding out his hand for Cas to shake.

“It’s a date,” Cas said, his fingers lingering against Dean’s hand.

“A date,” Dean repeated happily, using his grip on Cas’ hand to tug him closer.

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chunky dean and his good friend cas from a pandemic neighbors au