#anyway. hehehe

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Sam: hey Cass! I made you a drivers licence to go with your truck. Kind of a tradition between me and Dean that when you first drive by yourself you get one with your real name. Well, I guess two people isn't much of a tradition, but, here! I know it's a bit late but, y'know, there was a lot going on.

Cas: thank you that's very.............[squints at the details] the name is wrong.

Sam: Oh, well, you needed a surname and I thought Winchester would be-

Cas: No, that's fine. But my name is Cas.

Sam: Yeah, I put Cass.

Cas: No, it's Cas. With one S. My name is Castiel. Can you not- do you not know how to spell my name? Sam, if you need to borrow Jack's reading books, you just need to ask him, he'd be happy to help you.

Sam: Wh- dude I know how to spell! But we've been spelling your name as Cass-two-Ss this entire time. That's how you spell Cass!

Cas: We? As in, both of you? And - not Bobby surely? He knew how to spell my name?

Sam: Look, look, look I can prove it. [Pulls out his Blackberry that he's kept since 2009 and scrolls up a text chain with Dean] Look, "CASS said we're all boned." That's like two days after he met you.

Cas: I- this is...ah I understand. You faked this. You're doing a prank on me. Some sort of Gabriel-esque unreality game. I will not be fooled again, as I was when you showed me the video of "house hippos". Well played, Sam, but not well enough.

Sam: I'm not- urgh, [calling out] DEAN

Dean [yelling back from the kitchen] YEAH?

Sam: HOW DO YOU SPELL CASS? ONE S OR TWO?

Dean: HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN HIM, MAN? IT RHYMES WITH ASS. TWO.

Sam: see? And Dean gave you that name so really, he's the authority. You're Cass.

Cas:

Sam:

Cas:

Sam:

Cass, resigned: our partnership has been built on a foundation of misunderstanding and foolishness. But still we must endure. Thank you for the card. Samm.

Samm: You're welcome. Hey. Did you just feel like a, reverberation in the universe? Like something small but significant has changed?

Cass: No.

Samm: Ah, that's a relief.

Deen: HEY EVERYBODY, COME GET SOME LUNCH.

[queer-crusader]

Had a minor autism(?) overload followed by suspiciously carpal tunnel-y symptoms. But the overload is fading and the carpal tunnel-y symptoms are alleviating which means with any luck I will be writing again this weekend 😈😈

[synoicus]

I was made to love you, and yet,

Inspired by this observation by a friend:

[triona-tribblescore]

Pet names <3333

[siggiedraws]

fuss

[smolfux]

"if I want to kiss you, I will"

[minjimunji]

"I played dumb"

"Was it hard?"

Bonus:

[softle0]

Mexican grandparents home will always be so cozy.

[timethehobo]

He’s just 👌

[b0bbynash]

2.14//5.16

[kamiraaah]

Malleus going home to visit his grandma only to find Vovo Bucchi has a matching throne right next to Grandma Mal

They need more chairs to have afternoon tea, unfortunately Lady Maleficia has to improvise due to how little time they have available, they both have responsibilities, you know how it is~

Malleus: Wow... Grandma really is incredible.

Lilia internally: HUH??? What the fuck?! A THRONE?!?!?!

[tsukk1]

[senfrogs band au] the sillies in merch ft. two pretty bestfriends ✌🏽⭐️

[alackofghosts]

after the faithful guardian by johann köler

[kyurochurro]

✨🎸🎶 1990 PAUL!! I love this photo so much I just had to draw it!!

[tempo-takoyaki]

Memories of the past.

[hatsbuckets]

price | gaz | ghost

John Mactavish who is restless after missions.

John Mactavish who talks his teammates’ ears off on the ride back, not caring an ounce if they’re listening.

John Mactavish who fills the space, the silence, the leftover tension with words, jokes, stories that tumble out like they don’t need to stop just for the sake of keeping the air from settling too heavy.

John Mactavish who laughs too loud, too easily, who tries to make them laugh too, because if they’re laughing, they’re okay.

John Mactavish who keeps talking, keeps moving, keeps the energy up. Who should feel tired but doesn’t.

John Mactavish who follows an antsy Sergeant to the locker room, lets himself be dragged into banter, back-and-forth, sharp and familiar. And throws a wet towel at one Kyle Garrick's head and dodges when it’s thrown back.

John Mactavish who lets himself be normal, lets himself be loud and easy and himself and feels the buzz of adrenaline settle—not gone, just quiet.

John Mactavish who moves again, because stopping isn’t an option yet.

John Mactavish who finds his lieutenant, sitting stiff, sitting quiet.

John Mactavish who crouches in front of him, grinning, teasing, nudging at him like that alone will shake off whatever is brewing in his head.

John Mactavish who doesn’t stop when the man huffs, rolls his eyes, glares—just keeps at it until the weight in his chest starts to feel lighter. Talking, teasing, waiting on one Simon Riley.

John Mactavish who watches Simon’s fingers twitch, watching for the moment Simon actually listens. Then pretends not to notice when Simon exhales, slow, steady, a release of tension that wasn’t meant to be noticed.

John Mactavish who grins just a little softer, who leans in just a little closer. And taps Simon’s knee as he stands up, as if to say, You’re with me, yeah?

John Mactavish who lets himself be stopped when he turns to go when a gloved hand catches his wrist. glances back, eyebrows raised, breath caught as the hand squeezes his own, just once, firm and grounding.

John Mactavish who lets himself be grounded and settled—drowned—in those beautiful, grease marked eyes that look up at him.

John Mactavish who swallows hard when Simon lets go first. And nods, just once, and walks away grinning like nothing just happened.

John Mactavish who finds himself at his Captain's office, where the door is unlocked, and the sight of one half-asleep John Price behind it with Gaz on top.

John Mactavish who makes his way in like he belongs there, because he does.

John Mactavish who grins at them both, full of mischief, before shoving his way onto the couch without a word, forcing himself into the space he belongs.

John Mactavish who burrows in, leans into the warmth, lets his body finally slow down. He closes his eyes, exhaustion creeping in now, welcome and familiar.

John Mactavish who is knows Simon isn’t far behind.

John Mactavish who is restless after missions,

but never too restless to be lulled into calm with the boys.

John Mactavish who groans at Price's snoring, but smiles, because he's undeniably comforted by the sound anyway.

price | gaz | ghost