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Well i think the short guy should top

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angels are warriors of god; im a soldier

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Supernatural fic quotes that make me crazy :

"You ever see a saint made outta wax? You ever see a gift shop Jesus with a wick sticking outta the sacred crown of its head? Cas has been lit from the top. The sweat slips down over his cheek like cheap, holy candle wax.

The sweat curls his dark hair.

Dean should make a wish. Say a prayer."

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"Lookin’ like some saint bathed in light that streams down on him from the high ceiling. In agony. Ain’t that how it always goes? These saints, these pretty paintings, they’re always looking up to God with some great wound cut right through the centre of them. What’s a saint without sacrifice, right? What’s a righteous man if he hasn’t been clawed apart first?"

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"He’s sick of knowing the weight of a body. He closes his eyes, remembers the weight of Cas wrapped in a curtain.

A body is a body is a body.

His body is hot and bubbling on the inside and, like he can get that feeling out of him through the end of his steel-toe boot, he smashes his foot into the bark of a tree until it splinters.

And splinters. And splinters."

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"Where are you meant to go with all the ways you still miss your dad in the pit of your graveyard belly?

Dean covers his face with his dad’s hands.

And the thing is, his dad buzzed his hair right to the scalp. Folded his little ears over to get all of it. Nicked him with a number one guard. Made him stand there in his vest and gave a six year old a military haircut.

But, the thing is. The thing is, his dad held the back of his head while he did it."

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"“I wish we could stay away. Hey.” Cas pulls back, looking at him. His hair is hilarious, eyes alight. “Let’s go to Europe. Florence. Prague. Madrid. We’d always be moving. They’d never find us.”

Dean laughs again, the wine making him snort. “What are you talking about, you weirdo?” His laughter dies, a little. His voice dips quieter. “What are you talking about?”

Cas sits back. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. The fire in his eyes dims, only to be replaced by a wan drunkenness. “Nothing.”"

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"“You forget sometimes, the state you were in, when I rescued you,” Cas tells him, letting up enough that Dean can take a deep breath in and breathe out as Cas reapplies the pressure on his chest, “you were drenched in the ichor of sinners, holding blades not meant for human hands. You were not gentle or weak. I know the worst of you, Dean, and this—? was not it.”

Leaning in close, their noses nearly touching, Cas tells him, “and I would still invite the worst of you to my table, and he may have his fill, however much he needs and wants, whenever it pleases him best.”"

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"Cas is willing to just keep feeding this snarling, snapping junkyard dog.

He takes Dean as he is, regardless of how ugly the form is, and Dean—

He wants to hurt Cas for that, and in so doing, hurt himself, and he wants the complications of their entire fucked up relationship to be driven out of their frosted glass hiding places, out to where Dean can see them more plainly, and beat them to death.

Because that is something Dean knows how to do."

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"There he is, Dean thinks, thrilling at the threat, seeing arcing comets in the curvature of Cas’ irises, even from across a room, seeing the tension in his jaw, there’s the one with less control, less poise. There's my monster.

That’s not entirely right, though.

Because Cas isn’t a monster.

My creature devotion. My ethereal animal. My wild divinity. That holy ghost made flesh, that made my flesh holy — Dean has missed his monster.

It’s so nice to see that familiar, feral entity so close by, less than a minute away from breaking free of self-imposed chains.

Break them, Dean secretly urges, not moving an inch, break them. Rend them apart and hold me down. Collide with me like something catastrophic. Like a meteor that winds up a whole layer of the crust of the Earth. Spiral into me. Destroy me. Remake me."

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it's really insane how in dolce, hannibal sees will for the first time in months and calls him the most beautiful sight he has ever and will ever see and about an hour later, he was sawing open will's skull preparing to deep fry his brain

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My fucking eye is TWITCHING

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Rose Tyler was so iconic…no job. no father. hopping planets wearing approximately 10 lbs of waterproof drugstore mascara. a man at home who knew full well she was getting her back blown out by debate team captain space alien David Tennant on the regular and would still hang out with her every time she deigned to grace him with her presence. She killed the Devil? what a great character

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i’m at the point where watching tv shows i haven’t seen before qualifies as being productive

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realized i have started texting like mr darcy

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