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Any knitting pattern is a beginner pattern if you’re willing enough to sit there and fucking suffer.

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Dream on, little broomstick cowboy, Dream while you can For soon, you’ll be a dreadful thing My son, you’ll be a man

Supernatural | 12x11 Regarding Dean

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to the days we’ve shared

Castiel can see that he’s thinking hard about something. Hair ruffled, sleepy eyes, Dean’s sitting on the lower steps of the stairs with his knees pulled up like a small child.

It’s four in the morning.

So, “You should be in bed, Dean,” Castiel says.

Dean looks up at him as if he’s somewhere else, nods but doesn’t move. Castiel drops down beside him, lets his shoulder press up against Dean’s shoulder, and for a few moments, they listen to the sounds of their own breathing.

“I, uh, didn’t have a nightmare,” Dean says, “if that’s what you were thinking.”

Dean hesitates, stares at him with eyes that suddenly seem like too much, eyes that stare at Castiel with a fierce desperation, before he drops his burning gaze to look at his hands. But maybe the renewed silence gets to him because, “It was a good dream,” he says. “A dream about the time we first met.”

Castiel lets a soft smile curl his lips. “Do your good dreams always revolve around you stabbing me?”

Dean looks up again, worry marring his features, but it all melts away when he sees Castiel’s smile.

“No, dumbass,” he says, with a soft smile of his own, and he elbows Castiel playfully. They meet each other’s eyes, and then Dean’s looking at him, in that same desperate way again. Dean licks his lips, says, “Dreams about you are always good.”

Dean looks down at his hands again, shifts on the steps as if suddenly uncomfortable, and the warmth of Dean’s shoulder against Castiel’s own disappears.

“I didn’t, you know,” Dean says, blurts it out after a few minutes of quiet. “I didn’t stab you this time. Because I remembered everything. I remembered all those goddamn years, of you being the best thing that’s ever happened to Sam and me. And I remembered—I remembered stuff that never happened. About—you—us. And they were good things. Things that made me really fucking happy.”

“If you think this will convince me to watch yet another film about men in cowboy hats, then you are very mistaken, Dean.”

“Nah,” Dean says, still staring at his hands. “Could get you to do that anytime. You know you would, you dork.”

Cas smiles. “Yes. Tonight then.”

Dean shuts his eyes, tight, before blinking them open to look at his hands again.

“Besides,” he mumbles, “that stuff I dreamt about, that stuff that never happened—I’m old, Cas. It’s too late for me. For stuff like that.”

Dean’s lips tremble, and he stares again at his hands, rough with the years. There are burns and cuts across his fingers, the proof of decades of world-saving. Cigarette burns from demon days, a weakened body from Michael’s possession.

Castiel reaches out and wraps his hand around Dean’s. His grace spills out across their entwined fingers, heals Dean of every cut and bruise and little worry.

“It’s never too late,” he tells him.

And Dean gives a shaky laugh, when he sees his new hands, meets Castiel’s eyes with the same burning want, drops his gaze to look at Castiel’s mouth, and Castiel summons up every ounce of courage that he has, ducks forth to plant a sloppy kiss on Dean’s lips.

Dean’s breath catches in his throat, before he slips a hand to clasp Castiel’s jaw and kiss him back.

“It’s never too late,” Castiel says again when they’ve pulled apart, and Dean only nods, a lump in his throat so heavy that he can’t speak.

(happy anniversary, you dorks)

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A BOTTLE containing a mystery liquid dating back to the time of Jesus Christ has been hailed as a “unique” discovery after being unearthed in Russia. 

The 2,000-year-old artefact was uncovered on the site of the Phanagoria city, which was founded in the 6th century BC.

The ancient city was the largest Greek settlement on the Taman peninsula in the present-day Krasnodar Krai region of Russia.

The extraordinary object was discovered in the grave of a warrior in the Eastern Necropolis of the city.

It is filled with a mystery liquid which has not been identified.

Vladimir Kuznetsov, head of the expedition, described the discovery as “unique”.

He said: “The discovery of the large glass filled with unknown liquid in the sarcophagus of the Phanagorian horseman warrior is unique.”

The discovery is the first of its kind, with Mr Kuznetsov revealing that bottles previously found have been empty or full of soil.

He said: ”There are hundreds of similar bottles that were found in Phanagoria before that did not have the liquid.

“They were either empty or filled with soil.”

The large glass bottle contains a clear liquid with dark sediment at the bottom.

The discovery is the first time the expedition team have found liquid to have survived for that length of time.

Mr Kuznetsov said: “This is the first time me or my colleagues are seeing a liquid surviving that long.”

For what it’s worth, 2018 has been a really terrible year for the world, but it’s been a really great year for archeologists digging up and opening things that will unleash unspeakable eldritch horrors upon humanity.

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potty mouth bird

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Reblog if you want a terrible, 3 sentence fan fiction in your ask, based on your url

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Heat index was 110 degrees so we offered him a cold drink. He went for a full body soak instead

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Let your freckles me periods and my scars the alphabet our skin together is the most beautiful thing I have ever read

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Wind your worries away

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Come get this dick-fil-a

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straight boys are weak and pathetic, queer girls walk into the ladies changing room and see ten women naked, do they stare? do they say something inappropriate? do they make them uncomfortable? no because they have the common fucking sense to recognise when a situation is sexual and that people deserve the most basic level of respect to not be harassed, yet here we are banning shorts and low cut tops in school because straight boys are weak and pathetic

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One of the hardest things you will have to do my dear is grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.

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