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tumblr should have blue check verification but only for destiel bloggers

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can young hitchcock be a series regular thanks

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updates on my life:

- in my third year of college rn, it’s a shit show

- i’m a nonbinary trans man now which i’m sure surprises…. absolutely no one

- all my fanfic writing amounted to something, i’m currently minoring in playwriting and am (hopefully, if all goes well) producing/directing my very first musical next semester

- still dating my lovely high school sweetheart. we polyamorous now ?!? it’s such a vibe

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ayo wtf i haven’t been here in AGES. y’all my life been wild asl these past few years, i won’t even front. i genuinely don’t know who’s even here anymore, but to all my old lovely friends n mutuals - please reach out if you’d like to stay in touch! i’d love to share snap and other social media <3

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Squishhh

The Gordons on a rainy day ♥️

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spn + text posts 1/?

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Dean’s looking through Cas’s contacts for the number of their favorite pizza place. (Really, why isn’t it on speed dial by now?) He slides through the first few letters of the alphabet, then back up to D. He pauses. “Hey, Cas?”

Cas is at the opposite end of the couch, watching the news on the TV screen with a frown. He doesn’t bother to look at Dean. “Yes?”

“Why am I saved as Dean Winchester on your phone?” He can’t help his derisive tone.

Cas, brow furrowed, slides his gaze to Dean. “I was under the impression that was your name.”

“It is,” Dean says. He scratches his chin. “It’s just - I mean, we’ve known each other for six years, dude.”

Cas is ignoring the TV now, which is a feat, but he’s also staring at Dean through narrowed eyes. “Yes,” he says slowly. “I’m glad you can count that high.”

“Shut up,” Dean says, making a face. “I’m just sayin’ - we’re best friends, aren’t we?”

Cas blinks, still confused. “Yes. What does that have to do with your name?”

Dean pulls out his own phone. “Look,” he says, then taps on the screen a few times before showing Cas his contact info.

Cas has to lean in to see. “’Cas’ is certainly my name,” he confirms, then lifts his gaze to Dean with concern. “Dean, are you feeling alright?”

Thing is, Dean’s phone doesn’t just say Cas. It says Cas with a little bee emoji. It certainly doesn’t say Castiel Novak. Jesus. He’s not sure how to explain the difference to Cas without feeling like an idiot, so he tries a different tack: “Including my last name is weird, man.”

“Because?”

“It just is! I mean, I’m not goin’ around with my mom saved as Mary Winchester, am I?”

“No, since she’s saved under ‘mom’ because that’s what you call her. You’re saved as Dean Winchester because I call you Dean Winchester.”

“You only call me that when you’re pissed,” Dean says, stammering. “And it reminds me of my mom. Trust me - it’s weird.”

Cas is doing the thing again. Staring at Dean with narrowed eyes, picking apart information in that creepy way of his, making silent deductions like he’s Sherlock Holmes, except infinitely hotter. “That’s not why it bothers you” is all he says.

Dean’s face is on fire. “We’re best friends, man,” he says weakly, not knowing what else to say that could capture this very specific frustration. Then he shakes his head. He can’t believe he’s put off ordering his pizza for this. “Whatever,” he eventually says. He directs his attention back to pizza. “Pepperoni OK? We can get mushrooms on one side or something, you fungus freak.”

Cas doesn’t answer. All he does is frown, then pluck his phone out from Dean’s grip and start tapping away. It’s only a few seconds later that Cas is handing it back.

Dean takes a look. Cas has changed Dean’s contact info, and now it says Dean ♥. Dean’s heart jumps in his throat. Face burning, he looks at Cas.

Cas has already turned back to the news. But… Is Dean imagining it, or are Cas’s ears turning red? “Didn’t know what else to put,” Cas mumbles. “There’s no Chevy Impala emoji. And pepperoni’s fine.”

Dean’s grinning all of a sudden. He can’t stifle it. He doesn’t know what to do with this giddiness, so he just scrolls through Cas’s contacts and dials the pizza place.

He’s on the phone ordering the half pepperoni-half mushroom pizza when Cas finally turns and meets his gaze. He sees Dean’s smile and shakes his head in exasperation, but he’s biting down on a smile himself.

Dean’s still smiling when the pizza gets there.

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Dean and Cas are getting married today. They’re both very nervous.

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SAW VII in a nutshell

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LMAO THIS QUIZ WAS A G E M 

take my uquiz to see why you, personally, would be put into a SAW trap

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is anyone else’s hyperfixation the saw franchise or am i just weird?

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I received my saw dvdbox the other day. Can you tell?

+my first attempt of pictures through text btw. tips are welcome

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I’m Team Amanda for sure.

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a healthy relationship is writing fan fictions and sending them only to your significant other

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Got this vid on my FYP and couldnt not share it here

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*Jigsaw reveal music begins to play muffled in the background*