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We soldiered together in the A Shau Valley in the Mountain of the Crouching Beast. Well, Dave must have been a very special person to put up with your weird-ass shit. Yeah. Yeah, he was. He was kind, and strong, and vulnerable, and beautiful. Beautiful. And I was foolish enough to follow him all the way to the front line.

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The “You know Gerard Way wrote Umbrella Academy but did you also know he was in a band??” articles have me shaking. I’ve become my parents.

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me changing into a low-cut ballgown before i head downstairs to have ‘‘‘dinner ;)’’’ with the sexy countess who i now have strong suspicions is a vampire and who offered me food and shelter when i showed up windswept and hopelessly lost on the front doorstep of her castle a few nights prior:

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Sometimes you just have too many friends, you can’t keep track of their names anymore (and your hand is too small to write all of them on it).

My hand slipped, part 2

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BEST DAD.

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so i just tagged a gifset of harper in 5x13 as angel of the battlefield and now i’m crying thinking of clara barton and how much hope harper brought to wonkru as she ran around among them. the light color of her shirt and her hair like sunlight would’ve stood out against the dark battle gear of their own people. and they would’ve recognized her. the girl who tried to stop this war. she’s with the farmer. she’s not fighting, she’s here to protect us. and you know she was smiling and being as comforting as she could and guys i’m SO emotional because we know and love harper mcintyre but the fact is that even people who weren’t at the dropship would recognize her, and admire her, and they wouldn’t be at all surprised that she’d left a planet for them. 

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everyday marcus kane doesn’t cut his hair he’s one step closer to becoming desmond hume

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murphy: [sobbing in a corner]

bellamy: what’s up with him?

emori: jordan called him uncle murphy

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harper mcintyre appreciation week ♡ day seven: free day | harper + smiling

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Anyway, Becho is the most healthy, trusting, mature and stable relationship in the whole show.

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One shot request- reader not being able to exorcise a demon in Dean because his screams are too much to handle

Here you go!! Hope you like it 💓

“You’re a pretty one.” He says, eyes flashing a deep, soulless black. The words come out of Dean’s mouth but they don’t belong to him; you’re still not sure how exactly, but a demon had managed get past his anti-possession tattoo and take hold of him, and you’d had the misfortune of finding out by waking up with a knife to your throat and Dean’s green eyes staring back at you. Now, strapped down in a chair in the most secure room in the bunker, the demon was rendered harmless. You pay its idle chatter no mind, flipping through the pages of the book in your hands until you find the right page.

“Too bad Dean doesn’t see it.” The demon continues, a smug grin on his face. You know it’s just trying to get a reaction out of you, but you’d be lying if the statement didn’t make your jaw clench and your palms sweat. I’ll have the last laugh, you think, clearing your throat to begin the incantation.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica...” you hesitate on the last word. The demon’s eyes begin to flicker back to dean’s normal green, but he lets out a series of pained grunts in the process. You can’t tell if it’s the demon you’re hurting or... Dean. Your stomach clenches at the thought. Still, you press on.

“...potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo-“ Dean’s scream echoes throughout the bunker, your heart breaking with it. A gentle hand lands on your shoulder, and you jump. Sam looks down at you sympathetically. You didn’t realize you were shaking until now.

“Why don’t you let me handle this one.” He says softly. You nod, and step out into the hallway where Cas waits for the both of you. You join him, trying to calm your racing thoughts. “He’ll be okay.” Cas says reassuringly as more screams can be heard from the other side of the wall.

“I know. He always is.” You say, less because you were sure of it and more because you need to convince yourself. After a few minutes, the screams stop. The door opens to reveal a frazzled Sam.

“How is he?” You ask immediately.

“Never better.” He says with a slight grimace. “He asked me to come get you.”

You slip past Sam without a second thought, at Dean’s side in seconds. He slumps in the chair, no longer restrained but too weak to stand. He lifts his head up weakly to look at you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “It’s good to be back.” He mumbles. You laugh, overcome with relief. Smoothly, almost without thinking, you place a hand on his cheek and brush your lips against his for the first time. Dean stares back at you afterwards, frozen. You shy away, suddenly self conscious.

“I’m sorry-“ you stutter, and begin to turn away, but he places a hand on your wrist and pulls you back toward him, drawing you in with another kiss, this one softer, more passionate.

He rests his forehead against yours. “Don’t be.”

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“You know, your surrogate daddy’s still awake screaming in there. And I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you.”

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