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                      SLEEPING AT LAST LYRIC STARTERS

Nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do.

I surrender who I’ve been for who you are.

If I had only felt how it feels to be yours, well I would have known what I’ve been living for all along.

I’ll keep you safe.

Can you feel the weight of it? The whole world at your fingertips.

But I promise you I’ll keep you safe.

You are an artist and your heart is your masterpiece.

Forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn.

I don’t expect you to understand.

Maybe your light is a seed and the darkness the dirt? In spite of the uneven odds, beauty lifts from the earth.

Are you getting stronger or is time shifting weight?

You’ll always remember the moment God took her away.

These little words, somehow they’re changing us.

When we grew up, our shadows grew up too. But they’re just old ghosts that we grow attached to.

The tragic flaw is that they hide the truth.

I promise you’re enough, I promise you.

May you always know one thing: what little that I have to give, I will give it all to you.

You’re my one true love.

The smartest thing I’ve ever learned is that I don’t have all the answers.

Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.

Change is slow but I feel it taking shape.

It feels like everything we’ve known is sink or swim.

Make a wish and hold it tight.

This time, we’ll try our very hardest not to try.

We’re closer to Heaven than we’ll ever know.

We are made of love, and every fracture caused by the lack of it.

Honestly, nothing’s even compared to you next to me.

Honestly, nothing’s ever made sense til you were next to me.

If time is money, then I’ll spend it all for you.

Honestly, nothing’s felt so sure than when you were next to me.

We are creatures of habit.

I can feel the weight around us, climbing every rib inside us.

I’ll be brave when you are frightened.

The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

I’ll make you mine if you would have me.

I’ll prove my love if you would let me. Over and over and over again.

You were meant for amazing things.

The mind was made to illuminate the heart.

We inhale, exhale and reset.

Even after everything we’ve seen, we’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means.

Every wrong will be made right.

Life is a mess we wake up to.

Our future is a blank page that we chose to pour ourselves into.

So slowly I’m losing who I’ve sworn to be.

I’ve spent my life building walls; brick by brick and bruise by bruise.

Help me remember the hope that I have compromised.

I know it seems it was just some crazy dream and I know my eyes were closed but this dream feels more real to me than life itself.

I’ll do whatever it takes.

We’re closer than ever before.

Chances are we are the same.

We reach with all of our might for such a noble aim as love.

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Ask my muse questions you think will make them angry or upset.

Pull no punches! Make them try to fight you, or try to push them to tears!

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How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?

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"I think you're one of my heroes. Plain an' simple. Do what you like with that, bubba."

TELL CAS WHAT YOU THINK OF HIM.

          It is first DOUBT that falls upon him. That tiny nagging voice in the back of his head, ever-present, whispering seething little nothings in an attempt to convince himself that such sentiments are misplaced, that he is UNDESERVING of such a grand title. Yet the Messenger’s smile, small and sweet, gives off that SINCERITY that Castiel has come to know in their eons of kinship, and the pet name tacked onto the end of it is enough to soften his weary heart, even if just for the moment. 

        He lowers his gaze, head bowed in a quiet bashfulness. If one were to look closely, they’d find tints of red blooming in his cheeks. He utters a soft response, laden with something genuine. ❛ . . . Thank you. ❜

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If you hurt my brother there is a 100% chance I will come to your house and kill you.

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tell me what your character thinks of mine.

give me all ur character’s unfiltered thoughts and feelings. 

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                              In my experience, there is no such thing as “ LUCK “

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x.blindednephilim.

   “You know of a place so heavily warded that a nephilim can hide from angels and demons?” There was no skepticism in his tone, just surprise. “… I trust you. If you trust them then there won’t be any problems.”

           ❛  Oh, I trust them ----- but there may yet be some problems.  ❜ He sounds near exasperated.  ❛ They’re hunters, you see. Problems are in their nature.  ❜

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x.blackestwish.

«  YEAH….  FUN,  DON’T  ACT  LIKE  Y’DON’T  KNOW  the  meanin’  of  the word.  »  they  had  good  times  together,  they  seemed  so  long  ago—  perhaps  all  the  blamed  lay  upon  the  weak  humanity  within  him  ;  partially  in  part  due  to  the  demonic  nature  that  now  envelops  his  soul.  the  followed  question,  receives  another  eyeroll  from  the  demon  caddycorner  to  the  angel  :  it  felt  like  such  a  cretinous  joke,  a  demon  and  an  angel  walk  into  a  restaurant.  dean  snorts  to  himself,  choosing  to  ignore  the  eerie  stare  coming  from  the  other  for  the  time  being.  hand  drops  down  and  he  flicks  a  crumb  in  the  angels  direction.  now  his  own  malachite  gaze  fixates,  within  the  same  exact  manner.  «  y’mean  like  murderin’  people  who  deserve  it?  are  those  part  of  the  activities  y’were  thinkin’?  news  flash,  you’ve  done  it  before  an’  y’weren’t  even  ya  know….  or  are  we  just   gonna  forget  that  y’can  have  fun?  c’mon  cas,  »  smirk  creeps  onto  his  lips,  mischievous  glint  to  his  hues.  «  you’d  rather  have  the  mopin’  shell  of  a  man  I  was  back?  » 

              it’s then that his weighted stare finally breaks, hardened eyes fixated instead on the tabletop as if the grain of the wood will provide him solace against dean’s accusations  ( all of which, to his utmost dismay, are no lie merely fabricated from demonic tendencies ). his jaw sets, teeth clenched tight, as he battles to stifle the swirling mass of resentment that storms within his chest ------ what he finds most disturbing, however, is that the resentment is outweighed by something far deeper than shallow loyalty that keeps him from ditching dean where he sits. the demon’s next remark, however, finally earns castiel’s gaze back; but this time it’s much sharper, with a poignant ferocity that turns soft pools of blue into flames. fingers clench the table in a white-knuckled grip as he leans forward, slowly making his way into the other’s space.  ❛ --------- yes.  ❜  it’s something almost feral in nature, as though he’s been personally insulted. he wants him back.  ❛  without question.  ❜

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anyways, 

i’m about to get buried in over a foot of snow so like this if you wanna plot w me or whatever

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roseroyalty:

Do you ever not realize how starved for affection you are till someone hugs you a bit tighter than normal and you find that you really don’t want to let go

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gif battle | vs. cimmerman round two • sammy + emotions

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Benny Goodman - Sing, Sing, Sing

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cas loves sinatra and swing music 

you can’t change my mind

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me  and  my  body  and  the  river, ME AND MY BODY IN THE RIVER,  my  body  a  5  o'clock  news  warning that  says  the ��problem  with  holding  more  weight  than  what  you  want  to  surrender  to  knowing  it,  still  doing  it,  calling  it  love,  is  that  it?  doesn’t  make  the  sinking  any  slower,  or  the  current  any  kinder  and  hope  settles  raw  in  the  stomach  just  like  any  other  stone.              INDEPENDENT DEAN WINCHESTER.

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IN  CHARACTER  JUDGEMENT  CALL .

RULES  :   you  can  only  say  guilty  or  innocent  .  you  are  not allowed  to  explain  anything  unless someone  messages  you  or  asks you .  repost ,  don’t  reblog  !

asked  someone  to  marry  you  ?  INNOCENT.

kissed  one  of  your  friends  ?   GUILTY.

danced  on  a  table  in  a  bar  /  tavern  ?   INNOCENT.

ever  told  a  lie ?   GUILTY.

had  feelings  for  someone  whom  you  can’t  have  ?   GUILTY.

ever  kissed  someone  of  the  same  sex  ?   GUILTY.

kissed  a  picture  ?   INNOCENT.

slept  until  5pm  ?   INNOCENT.

fallen  asleep  at  work  /  school  ?   INNOCENT.

held  a  snake  ?   GUILTY.

been  suspended  from  school  ?   INNOCENT.

worked  at  a  fast  food  chain  /  restaurant  ?   INNOCENT.

stolen  something  ?   GUILTY.

been  fired  from  a  job  ?  INNOCENT.

done  something  you  regret  ?   GUILTY.

laughed  until  something  you  were  drinking  came  out  of  your  nose  ?   INNOCENT.

caught  a  snowflake  on  your  tongue  ?   INNOCENT.

kissed  in  the  rain  ?   INNOCENT.

sat  on  a  roof  top  ?   GUILTY.

kissed  someone  you  shouldn’t  ?   GUILTY.

sang  in  the  shower  ?   INNOCENT.

been  pushed  into  a  pool  with  all  your  clothes  on  ?   INNOCENT.

shaved  your  head  ?   INNOCENT.

slept  naked  ?   GUILTY.

made  a  boyfriend  /  girlfriend  cry ?   GUILTY.

shot  a  gun  ?   GUILTY.

still  love  someone  you  shouldn’t  ?  GUILTY.

have  /  had  a  tattoo ?   GUILTY.

liked  someone  ,  but  will  never  tell  who  ?   GUILTY.

been  too  honest  ?   GUILTY.

ruined  a  surprise  ?   GUILTY.

been  told  that  you’re  beautiful  by  someone  who  totally  meant  what  they  said   ? GUILTY.

still  have  communication  w/  your  ex  ?   INNOCENT.

cheated  on  someone  ?   INNOCENT.

got  so  angry  that  you  cried  ? INNOCENT.

tried  to  stay  away  from  someone  for  their  own  good  ?   GUILTY.

thoughts  about  suicide  ?   GUILTY.

thoughts  about  murder  ?   GUILTY.

how  about  mass  murder  ?   INNOCENT.

stalked  someone  ?  GUILTY.

had  a  girlfriend  /  boyfriend  ?   INNOCENT.

gotten  totally  drunk  during  a  holiday  ?   INNOCENT.