#DEEP BREATH IN

[jensen-frackles]

i’ve been rewatching some episodes of psych recently and an idea for a shassie fic has formed in my brain. honestly I’m not entirely confident in my ability to capture their characters exactly but dammit if I’m not gonna try

[anfieldroad]

i want to work on things but my back is saying no.

[cynicalmusings]

i’ve just been staring at cyno’s official design reveal for ten minutes and i’m sorry (spoiler alert: i’m not sorry), but his hair looks so. good. and fluffy. and soft. and i want to stroke it. 

and while we’re on the topic of his official model, he looks so amazing and wonderful and these past two years have been so worth it and aaaaaaahhhhh

i like. really, really want want to cuddle with him. especially if he has his cloak with him and it’s in the shade under some trees next to some desert oasis and. and.

what if you tried on his headdress for the fun of it and you put it on wrong so it flopped over your eyes and he saw it and all his intimidating-ness just melted away and he walked up to you with a sighed chuckle and adjusted the headdress so you were wearing it properly and said, “that’s better, don’t you think?”

and back to the hair what if he sometimes just lets you play with it and twirl it around your fingers, especially after a long day, and he puts his head in your lap and lets you fiddle with it and stroke it and it’s actually so soft it literally feels like silk but like. fluffy silk and if you raise a lock of his hair to your lips and kiss it he will explode internally and he’ll send you this small smile which is subtle but so, so smitten and you’re the only person who ever sees that smile 

OFPDKSJSSKSSI wait. what if you lift up his fringe one time and see his other eye (weird, i know), and he just smiles at you in amusement and he looks at you with twice as much love as usual BECAUSE HE HAS TWO EYES 

(i know, i know. i’m a genius.)

and on the topic of his eyes (well, eye)… *ahem*

HIS EYES (eye) ARE (is) THE PRETTIEST FUCKING THING I’VE EVER SEEN AND THEY LITERALLY LOOK LIKE A RUBY OR SOMETHING AND HIS EYELASHES ARE SO LONG TOO AND MEN WITH LONG EYELASHES ARE >>>

and his little nose. i want to boop it. i NEED to boop it. 

oh and what if he gets scars from fighting or whatever sometimes and if you trace his scars he’ll just melt completely 

and when you’re feeling down he tells you awful jokes to make you laugh and—

……fawk, man. i’m down hard.

[chiwhorei]

I’m catching up on s6 and…

How are the Shigaraki girls doing? Are you okay? Is anyone still breathing?

[simgerale]

we just put a deposit down on a home to rent for a year

[lilithsaga]

Lilith, go to bed. 💤

You have an important appointment after work in the next town over tomorrow. 🤝

Drink lots of water, pack what you need, do what you need to do. 💜

[consultjohnwatson]

Sherlocks blog is way better than johns 🙄 you john fans suck! Sherlock is better

Then what are you doing on my blog??

[teddy14776]

when your sibling takes your food:

[ao3feeddestiel]

Deep breath in

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zGXLSKM by SaphProbably He could count every second they had spent together, every time when Dean winced behind his back at some old pain, every time some random person on the street said that “Deans son was so kind”, every time Dean apologized for getting so old. And every time Cas would wind his arms around his neck and kiss him, kiss his graying hair, the wrinkles around his eyes from smiling, and would always save the lips for last. Or Dean is old and Cas can tell that Dean won’t be here much longer Words: 945, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural, destiel - Fandom, background Eileen/sam - Fandom, Dean/Cas - Fandom, cas/dean - Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy Relationships: Dean/Cas, Destiel, Cas/Dean - Relationship, saileen, Sam/Eileen Additional Tags: Fluff, SPN fluff, Oneshot read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zGXLSKM

[inkskinned]

you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

[godlyupsguy]

🪞

and you're just mad I have free will, "zeus's little baby."

...

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[theoneandonlysun]

…That is what they said, yes.

(…Um…yes. Yes it does.)

...Uh... yeah... sorry.

[vannahrt]

“Today was a good day.”

[themefromtwinpeaks]

i feel like we do not talk about this line enough…i love unnecessary feelings as much as the next guy but my god this is a convoluted love confession of Shakespearean proportions…it should be taught in schools…