#what do y'all mean not everyone can physically manifest their every thought!!!

[karofsky]

I think the funniest thing to happen to me in the last few years was the whole thing about people discussing how their thoughts visualize, and a bunch of artists especially were talking about how they draw with aphantasia. And I would always be sitting there reading stuff like "weird, I can't imagine that at all, I've got whatever the opposite of this is hahahaha" and then one day I was talking with friends and they were like "...Robs that's an actual thing. You literally have the opposite thing."

[legless-fish-on-rollerskates]

It is now baby jack posting hours because i cannot fucking deal with this script shit anymore

Claire babysits when dean and cas go on couples hunts and sam isn't available. She complains about it to everyone around her, but secretly loves it. (Jody loves it too, because it means claire is hunting less). She and kaia take him to the park and someone assumes they're his moms. Claire is of course like, "he's my brother what the fuck how old do you think i am," but also she kind of abruptly realizes that she is actually old enough to conceivably have a three-year-old son and wow isn't that a scary thought.

(Later that night kaia quietly asks her if she thinks she might ever want kids. Claire's never considered it before but now she starts to wonder. Maybe. Maybe someday.)

Sam, dean, and cas are all jack's dads, of course. Charlie, eileen, amara, and meg are aunts, and so are jody and donna. Claire is his sister and alex is his cousin and it makes no sense but the important part is that they're family, it doesn't matter so much how.

He's god but only symbolically. Amara runs everything. The only thing jack has to do is represent the light and keep the balance. Personally, he thinks he's doing a very good job.

Charlie calls him her little comet and loves to come up with stories with him. They write the best ones down in a book. It has a place of honor in the bunker library.

Jack will fall asleep anywhere (he's still so very small), but his absolute favorite place to sleep is on dean. On his lap, on his shoulder, held in his arms, it doesn't matter. Jack is tired and dean is there? Dean is getting used as a pillow. That's just how it is. Cas thinks it's adorable. Sam will never admit to anyone that he's jealous, but he is. Dean has resigned himself to it.

He also will eat ANYTHING. You have coins? Keys, perhaps? Jewelry? Buttons? Legos? They're going in jack's mouth. Cas is constantly terrified of jack choking, and everyone goes ridiculously all-out to childproof the bunker in any and every way possible.

Sometimes when jack has tantrums things explode, but he's always very sorry afterwards. Sometimes when he sneezes he creates things, like socks or flowers or, one memorable time, an entire hive of bees. He likes to manifest his wings in the physical world and fly around the bunker. Dean has several videos on his phone of sam tripping over his own feet chasing after a chubby, winged three-year-old flying higher than even he can reach.

...yeah okay that's all i have for now, hope this gave some of y'all a much-needed break

[mandicandixx]

FEEL & THEN HEAL

I cannot stand these want to be gangsters. The people who think they have some kind of power by being drug dealers and thugs. Man I get the idea "it is a way to survive" and in a lor of cases it is, but only because all these people have the same mindset. There is no glory in being a thug, just get your act together man, you are an adult. This is real life, this isn't some fucked up video game. If you honestly think that your life is more valuable than anyone else's, that just because you have some superiority complex that makes you feel like you somehow have the upper hand, you are part of the problem. Just because you sling guns, and fight doesn't make you cool, nor make you powerful. I am getting to the point that I cannot stand being in this town anymore. It is like people think this is a game, that people's lives are expendable for their own selfish aims. Live your God damn life and leave other people out of it.

You have a problem with somebody that doesn't involve them physically harming you, then maybe you should reflect on your own behavior. Half you people blame everybody else for your problems, half of you sit there and just continue to make the same mistakes and then when something goes haywire and you end up in jail for your own stupidity you blame everybody but yourself. This no snitch culture is childish, maybe take responsibility for your own God damn actions. I am sick and tired of people ruining other peoples lives because theirs aren't going the way they want. Like fuck just grow up. This isn't a god damn game, nobody else matters but yourself, instead of focusing on what other people are doing with their lives, focus on building your own. I mean damn you don't have to sell hard drugs, you don't have to try to be some hard ass to make a statement. I mean fuck... i went to school with most of you people and to see how fucked you made your life just gives me every more reason to fucking leave. You guys don't know how to live in the real world. Y'all say the real world isn't fun and games, and you are right, it is a dangerous place because people make it that way. People are the root of all of it, and you have the ability to make your life better if you just fucking try, accept your part in all of it, and realize that maybe it could go better if you stop holding grudges, stop making the same mistakes over and over, and instead find peace of mind in knowing it doesn't have to be a fucking struggle everyday. You are making it that way. Your thoughts, your energy, all of it is causing fucking chaos. Nobody else has an effect on your life if you don't let them, if you focus on your own issues and heal and grow then nobody else matters.

This isn't fucking fantasy land, this isn't some game of power, it is a game of personal discovery and if you spend your time playing in competition with everybody else, then it makes sense why your life keeps falling apart. You are the cause of all of it, you are the one that fucked it all up just accept that. You made the decisions that put you where you are right now. You let other people control how you see the world, and when everything gets all jumbled and you can't find your way out who do you blame? Never yourself, you never take responsibility because then you must accept that you are the problem, and in your skewed fantasy land that must be impossible.

I walk around this town and I see so many defeated faces, people who want to give up, or already have. They let their bad decisions guide them, and they let their negative thoughts and patterns hold them hostage. I want nothing more than to watch people flourish, if you have done me wrong, even if you wronged me I still want to watch you grow and heal so you don't live a life feeling like everyday is a struggle. I want you to stop blaming other people and start moving on with your life, in a direction of self discovery. To just sit there and watch people destroy their lives, to watch them do the same fucked up things over and over and to see their pain when nothing changes. That shit hurts me, it hurts because I know how hard it is to get out of a cycle like that, but I also know that you are the arbitrator of your own life and if you continue to put energy out into the world that does nothing more than tear you down then you will never escape the cycle. The key to all of it, the key to releasing your pain is accepting that you feel it. Growing with it. Instead of harboring all that existential guilt about how you aren't where you want to be, find where you need to be. Happiness is a mindset, and to ignore the fact that you don't find happiness, that you create it, you will live a life of dread.

This town is full of broken spirits, broken dreams, broken promises, and broken lives. As I look into the eyes of all those around me I see their pain, I see all the things they hold hostage in their hearts and minds, that they refuse to see within themselves. So many people I have watched fall apart, who continue to dig their own graves and blame everyone else as it continues to get deeper, as if they aren't the one holding the shovel. Our minds are more powerful than we have been lead to believe, our thoughts create our reality and if you believe something to be true about yourself then it is true. You are the creator and destroyer, yet none of us see that. We only see what we allow the illusion of our self identity/ego to show us only as much as we want to. I wish within everything in my bones that one day people will wake up, that they will see their own personal destruction, find a way to build it back up from the ground up. Fix what has been broken and find the beauty in repairing it.

Too many people let their struggle define them, they use what has occurred in their life as a piece of their personality, until all that is left is the pieces of a long drawn out defense mechanism. It gets to the point where they are only defensive because they don't know how to be anything else. Then with the aid of drugs and other mind altering substances that people rely to heavily on, people lose their grip on what they are meant to be doing. Am I saying that their is some divine path people must take? In my own personal belief system yes, but in regards to the lives of others that path I am referring to is nothing more than a path of healing. It is about finding yourself again and the longer it takes, the harder it becomes to see through the illusion you have created. There is nothing glamorous about wanting to struggle, and if most of you continue as you have that is all that will manifest. You can try to convince yourself that you are trying your hardest to free yourself, but if you are not healing from your past nothing is going to change. Nothing will get better and you will find yourself in a constant cycle of swimming up to the top only to be dragged back down because although you fought tooth and nail to the surface, you didn't untie all of the cinder blocks that keep dragging you down to the depths. Why make the struggle to the top harder than it already is?

This life is about letting go of control, you cannot control the circumstances or the outcome, you can only control yourself. Stop letting the false ideas of other people hold you down, when a plant grows it loses the leaves that no longer serves them, and it grows new ones in their place. You need to let go of the things that keep you from fully blooming into your full potential.

[mads-baker]

Happy world bipolar day! Information and my experiences with bipolar disorder.

Happy world bipolar day! For the past 4 months (before social distancing, that is) I've been going to a mood disorder support group and I've decided I want to be more open about my illnesses. So here's a post that will be a combination of general information as well as my specific experiences with bipolar disorder. It's something that can be really difficult to talk about but it's important to me to raise awareness, so here goes!

*I will link to some resources at the bottom for anyone who has bipolar, wants to support someone who has bipolar, or just wants more information.*

Content warnings: descriptions of mania, depression, psychosis, and dissociation; very brief mention of self-harm.

General information:

Bipolar disorder is a mood disorder that involves alternating episodes of depression and mania or hypomania, where a depressive episode is defined as lasting at least two weeks and a manic/hypomanic episode is defined as lasting at least a week or being severe enough to warrant hospitalization. An episode can also last months or even years. My longest hypomanic episode lasted six months and my longest depressive episode lasted 14 months.

There are several subtypes of bipolar disorder, including bipolar 1 (depression and standard mania), bipolar 2 (depression and hypomania, which is a less severe form of mania--this is what I have), and rapid cycling bipolar (in which a person has 4 or more episodes per year). I will talk about depression and mania a bit later, after some more general information.

Bipolar is believed to be genetic, but environmental factors such as prolonged stress or trauma can also contribute to a person's risk of developing the disorder.

The onset can happen at any age but usually happens during the late teens or early twenties. I've had symptoms for as long as I can remember but the full onset--meaning when everything got a whole lot worse--was when I was 18.

There is no cure for bipolar. Medications, therapy, and lifestyle routines can help a person manage the illness, but it will never go away. Someone may be declared 'in remission' if they have no episodes for a long period of time but this does not mean that they are cured or should stop taking medication.

Everyone reacts to treatment and the illness itself in different ways. Some people are able to function at a high level while others are completely debilitated by this illness. Most of us are somewhere in between. Please don't try to compare people with this illness against each other; it can manifest in MANY different ways and affects everyone differently.

Mania and depression:

Mania (including hypomania, which involves the same symptoms but in a less severe form): Symptoms of mania include elevated mood, racing thoughts, pressured speech, irritability or rage, hypersexuality, grandiosity, and extreme impulsivity. During mania people often spend huge amounts of money, go days on little or no sleep, engage in high-risk behaviors, and have an endless flow of ideas. Psychosis can also occur. A person experiencing manic psychosis might have hallucinations or delusions and lose touch with reality. Delusions can be grandiose (e.x. believing that they are god or that they have supernatural powers) or paranoid (e.x. believing that someone is tracking them or that their mind is being controlled by some outside force).

Mania can be euphoric or dysphoric/mixed. Euphoric mania feels like a massive high--the brain pumps out huge amounts of dopamine. Dysphoric mania, also referred to as mixed mania or a mixed episode, involves simultaneous symptoms of mania and symptoms of depression. Dysphoric mania is difficult to describe and can present in many different ways... my experiences with it have been disorienting and terrifying and hellish.

Depression: Those of you who have experienced depression know that it is so much more severe and nuanced than 'just sadness'. It can feel like numbness, emptiness, apathy, anhedonia (loss of enjoyment in activities and hobbies), hopelessness, or generalized psychological and often physical pain. It is usually accompanied by anxiety, fatigue, brain fog, and changes in sleep and appetite. People experiencing depression often isolate themselves from others and may feel intense guilt or shame. Dissociation may also occur. Dissociation is the brain's way of coping with severe distress by detaching from the world. It can also take the form of depersonalization or derealization, and can range from feeling 'spaced out' to a complete disconnect from reality or oneself.

My diagnosis:

I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I was 19 after being hospitalized for psychosis and self-harm during a mixed episode. I went through some severe trauma during that time. Since then my executive functioning, memory, and focus have all declined. I struggle with chronic fatigue and I find myself more easily overwhelmed and less able to deal with stress. I have been told that these symptoms are not uncommon and are related to how the disorder affects various areas of the brain. My life-long struggle to control my sleep schedule has also worsened. I saw a sleep specialist for six months and she believes that my disordered sleep is related to bipolar and possibly exacerbated by my medications.

I go to therapy every week, see my psychiatrist for med management every 3-4 weeks, and go to a support group every 1-2 weeks. These three things have improved my life tremendously. (Quick shoutout to Dialectical Behavior Therapy in particular because it changed my life!) My episodes are much less severe now and I have long breaks of stability between them.

While I have made lots of progress, managing this illness on a daily basis is still extremely difficult. The mood instability, fatigue, anxiety, cognitive impairments, sleep problems, and medication side effects affect just about every area of my life.

Like I said, I have started wanting to be more open about these things. If anyone has any questions or wants to talk about mental health stuff, I'm here. I know a lot of y'all are struggling, and it can be helpful to talk about with a friend. I would never try to drag a conversation out of someone who didn't want to talk about it, but please know that I'm here and open to having those conversations.

One more note: When someone opens up about their struggles with mental illness we are usually not looking for advice. We are usually looking for empathy and support, and hearing "Get some fresh air!" or "You should eat healthier" instead of "I'm sorry you're dealing with this right now" or "I love you and I am here for you" feels really lousy. Most advice comes from a good place but it is often times not helpful. The one bit of advice that I think is appropriate is suggesting that someone seek professional help if they are not already. (It’s important to note that it can be very difficult to find and access mental health services on a good day, and a hundred times more difficult in the midst of an episode. Depending on your relationship with the person, consider asking them if you can help them with searching for providers, making phone calls, dealing with insurance, etc.)

Good ways to support someone with a mental illness include: checking in with them, being a good listener, letting them know that you care about them, letting them know that they are important to you, inviting them out for coffee / lunch / a walk / etc. (but also being understanding if they are not up for it), asking if there’s anything you can do to help (bringing them a meal, helping them with a chore, etc.), and helping them find a therapist and/or psychiatrist if they want help. Physical affection is often helpful but not always so please ask for consent first!

Here are some further resources:

More information and statistics

Information about DBSA (Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance) groups (many have support groups for friends/family as well)

Information about NAMI (the National Alliance on Mental Illness), which also runs support groups

A useful therapist finder, where you can filter by location, insurance, type of therapy, etc.

Information on ongoing mental illness research

The type of therapy I have found most helpful is called Dialectical Behavior Therapy. To learn more about DBT, here is a site I use a lot that goes over the skills and exercises

The DBT workbook I went through

A mindfulness and meditation teacher whose talks have been really helpful to me

[hjpierce87]

The most personal thing I’ve ever shared aka the TRUTH

"You do not have to be healed to begin healing others." Hi, darling creators! Get ready for some scary honesty. I'm going to share the most personal thing I have ever shared ever. A few years ago I went on a retreat to Joshua Tree, CA with an awareness group and coach I studied human behavior with (shout out to Point of Possibility!). It remains the biggest turning point of my life. We spent the days at a large desert compound that had been rented through Air BnB. It boasted hammocks for sleeping (beds, too), fantastic art, a shower with rose quartz built into the walls, multiple guest houses, fire pits, cacti, a huge pool, lion statues you could climb on, tarantulas, the dazzling night sky free of light pollution, Joshua trees with their branches like arms reaching up to the heavens, all surrounded by the magnificent desert. We spent the weekend with facilitators practicing yoga (once in the park at Joshua Tree), awareness work, and Family Constellation Therapy (you can learn more about that here). Side note: some people have a lot of opinions about alternative therapies and medicines (without actually having experienced them). I ask that you keep an open mind and heart, and I appreciate you doing it. In my personal experience, practicing and learning holistic and energetic work (classified as alternative medicine and therapy) has changed and saved my life and given me a deeper understanding of myself and others (quickly, too!). Of course, I always made sure I trusted my gut and discerned what was right for me personally (and I encourage everyone to trust themselves on what is right for them, leaving your ego out of it!). I am a Christian as in I work every day to live as love and have been ostracized at times (by other Christians) for being curious and exploring energy work (I am working on not taking it personally anymore, it's conditioned fear and I feel compassion when I get out of my own hurt about this reaction). Through this work, I formed an actual relationship with Christ consciousness and Jesus himself. Jesus is an energetic healer, y'all. I also love that the work transcends religion and/or dogma, leaving personal agendas out of it. Even if you don't use "God" language, you are welcome to experience what I call God, love, universe, consciousness, et al through this work. I choose to call it God. Okay, off my soap-box, back to the story. So, we are at this "spiritual-type" retreat and we are working with an intuitive healer Karie Gonia, who was facilitating the Family Constellation Therapy. My mind is already blown just by meeting her. She is not what I thought of as "spiritual healer"- I certainly had a lot of ideas about what that looked like, moved like, and sounded like at the time. First, she was wearing some fly outfits. She was not dressed in all linen with hair past her hiny and turtle shells hanging around her neck(not knocking those that pull off that look. Power to you, honey!). Her voice wasn't that airy "Ieee ammmm spirituaaal" type voice that you hear and are supposed to laugh at in movies. She was quiet, very sweet, warm, loving and funny. She looked and sounded like all my friends! She could have been me! After my turn at the Family Constellation therapy (wowee, the journey!), she mentioned she had noticed me immediately on the first day of the retreat and been watching me and she was so excited for me, that I "was ready to pop." I really had no idea what she was talking about. I mean, I certainly felt something was going on with all the energy moving in my body. I had been taking the journey physically with each person that had stepped into the FCT hotseat (crying, laughing, angry, TAKING THAT VISCERAL JOURNEY). I thought everyone did that. Nope. In her gentle way, she looked at me and said, "Haley, you know you don't have to be fully healed to begin to heal others." Huh? What? Me? A healer? I feel the resonance of the words in my belly now, like I did that day over two years ago. The truth of the phrase washing over me. The truth, brand new right now, though I've been living with the awareness for a few years. It is up again as I "come out of the closet" as a healer and share so I may help others in the way in which the breadcrumbs lead me. Field of Dreams stuff.   I knew about myself in that moment. The light was turned on, or rather I noticed it for the first time. I would be given so many gentle and terrifying (to my mind - what will people think?!?!) opportunities to expand my awareness of it and practice after the initial lightbulb of knowing. My friend Matthew and I decided to road trip to OKC from LA after the retreat, stopping at or driving to the sights on the way home. Zion National Park, the Grand Canyon, Sedona, AZ. Through desert, ocean, mountains, canyons, fields, forests. Through granola bars and Chili's and Britney Spears and mantra music. All the while this new awareness unfolding. My vision becoming clear, like a film had been removed from my eyes and my heart. I began to see my whole life, past and present,  in a new way. A new version of Self opening up before me in every moment, like the vast and varied terrain of the roads we traveled. Unknown but known. Pieces of my small self left behind and let go at each stop, given to the trees and the water and the Earth, allowing in space for the new. I told Matthew I thought I might start speaking another language at any moment. He told me it was okay if I did. I was hoping I had miraculously picked up French (I hadn't). I look back at that time, the retreat, the drive home, and the months after with such reverence. I had no idea what I was doing, what would come. I was truly moving in faith and wonder, and thank God. I was witnessing and uniting with Spirit, made brave by the trust, encouragement, and love of my friends. I was wide open and full of light, like the canyon I had whispered my dreams into on our road trip. My childhood prayer of "let me be a light in this world" was beginning to manifest. The week after I returned to OKC, I had my first Reiki session(which I now practice), with a woman I found out was also a practicing intuitive (they had those in OK? Who knew?). She told me there was a young man and a woman with me (Spirit). "That's my Granny and my little cousin," I told her. I knew it was. I was brushing my teeth the next day and my cousin wouldn't leave me alone. I turned on the television. I knew he was there with me. He was bugging me, like he used to do when he was little. "Geez! What do you want me to do? What is going on?" I asked him. He wanted something specific and, good lord, I was terrified to follow through with it. He wanted me to deliver a message to someone he loved. I called the woman who had given me Reiki the day before, who became one of my mentors, and I asked her what I could do about it. "Wait three days. Pray about it. Ask the person he wants you to talk to if they want to receive the message." Okay, it had already been two days. The next day, my hands shook as I moved to facetime the person he wanted me to reach out to, one of the humans I love and admire most in this world. She answered and after I asked her what I had been instructed to by my mentor she said, "Yes, I want to hear it." (She has given me permission to share the story, but I will not share specific names or messages) I took a breath. What came forth was not from me but through me. Love that reaches beyond physical or our mind's ideas or what is here or not, what is possible or not. Here was complete presence, love, and peace. It was a miracle and I had the honor of witnessing it. I was surprised and comforted by the message as well, though I was a little afraid my family member was going to have me committed. After the message had come through, she told me she had asked recently to speak to him through another person. That she had witnessed a friend going through a similar situation and that it was all coming up again. That she had prayed for this experience. We had both been given this amazing gift of opening our minds to the healing, gently and together. Her prayer for the experience helped me realize this thing has nothing to do with me, other than it coming through me. That regardless of my ego fears about this, it was my responsibility, honor, and great joy to be a part of the miracle of love in this way. Later, my mind would come up and wonder if it was a fluke. A one-time thing. Did it matter? Not really. But, it wasn't. I learned how to hone the gifts through mentors, classes, tools. Learned how to hold a safe, loving space for myself and the person or people sitting across from me. I'm still learning, and truthfully, it's all unlearning. Now, as I write this and come clean about what I lightly touch on in all my writing, half-way being honest when I talk about honesty, and even in describing what I do on my website (I don't really know how to label or describe it- I'm certainly open to ideas from those in the know),  my big, fat ego (love you, now move out of the way) wants to keep on pretending I am cool (who am I kidding?), normal, and/or a very good girl and wants to tell half the truth for fear of being called names (tale as old as time, big, fat ego). I kindly remind my big, fat ego that other people probably aren't thinking of me at all and it's all good. Sometimes I'm a big ball of goo on the floor, sometimes I watch Riverdale (yesss, Jughead!) and eat circus peanuts, and other times I meditate with Jesus, Rumi, and talk to your grandmother who has passed on. Sometimes I am grumpy and sometimes I see light around you with my physical eyes. When asked, I become a channel for the highest truth and love. Sometimes I think as a spiritual teacher or healer I have to be Ram Dass right now in this second, but I am Haley and accepting her and using all my personality's experience is what is now, is how I can serve in this moment. Not by trying to be anything but what I am. I'm not alone in a cave (not, yet! jk), I'm ordering Starbucks and smiling at the barista, thinking, wow, that guy who just walked in that works for the forestry department is cute in his green uniform. I hope I see him again. I am working on seeing the masterpiece with love while continuing to paint and alchemize my work in progress life. But, as Karie Gonia told me, "You do not have to be healed to begin to heal others".  If one person is lifted by me sharing my messy, sacred truth, it's a win. I am divinely human and a sacred mess following the breadcrumbs. So are you. At least, I hope you're following the breadcrumbs. Follow those breadcrumbs! Yum, yum, yum. Thank you for being here. You are loved. You are loved. I love you.

[legless-fish-on-rollerskates]

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#my dad pulled out an old picture of himself when he was my age‚ and we all sort of laughed about the fact that we have the exact same face

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#5

don't you just love it. when you're scrolling through tumblr. and you see a real neat picture. so you click on it for a better view. and then when you close out of it. the post is gone. you're back at the top of your dash. and you can't reblog the cool picture because no matter how far you scroll you will never. find. it. again. don't you just love that??

115 notes • Posted 2021-03-09 08:59:08 GMT

#4

It is now baby jack posting hours because i cannot fucking deal with this script shit anymore

Claire babysits when dean and cas go on couples hunts and sam isn't available. She complains about it to everyone around her, but secretly loves it. (Jody loves it too, because it means claire is hunting less). She and kaia take him to the park and someone assumes they're his moms. Claire is of course like, "he's my brother what the fuck how old do you think i am," but also she kind of abruptly realizes that she is actually old enough to conceivably have a three-year-old son and wow isn't that a scary thought.

(Later that night kaia quietly asks her if she thinks she might ever want kids. Claire's never considered it before but now she starts to wonder. Maybe. Maybe someday.)

Sam, dean, and cas are all jack's dads, of course. Charlie, eileen, amara, and meg are aunts, and so are jody and donna. Claire is his sister and alex is his cousin and it makes no sense but the important part is that they're family, it doesn't matter so much how.

He's god but only symbolically. Amara runs everything. The only thing jack has to do is represent the light and keep the balance. Personally, he thinks he's doing a very good job.

Charlie calls him her little comet and loves to come up with stories with him. They write the best ones down in a book. It has a place of honor in the bunker library.

Jack will fall asleep anywhere (he's still so very small), but his absolute favorite place to sleep is on dean. On his lap, on his shoulder, held in his arms, it doesn't matter. Jack is tired and dean is there? Dean is getting used as a pillow. That's just how it is. Cas thinks it's adorable. Sam will never admit to anyone that he's jealous, but he is. Dean has resigned himself to it.

He also will eat ANYTHING. You have coins? Keys, perhaps? Jewelry? Buttons? Legos? They're going in jack's mouth. Cas is constantly terrified of jack choking, and everyone goes ridiculously all-out to childproof the bunker in any and every way possible.

Sometimes when jack has tantrums things explode, but he's always very sorry afterwards. Sometimes when he sneezes he creates things, like socks or flowers or, one memorable time, an entire hive of bees. He likes to manifest his wings in the physical world and fly around the bunker. Dean has several videos on his phone of sam tripping over his own feet chasing after a chubby, winged three-year-old flying higher than even he can reach.

...yeah okay that's all i have for now, hope this gave some of y'all a much-needed break

131 notes • Posted 2021-04-07 06:48:01 GMT

#3

Babe wake up John Cena's an even bigger heller than Obama

150 notes • Posted 2021-05-07 16:35:41 GMT

#2

Cas, *annoyed*: I think I'd make a good boyfriend

Dean, *angry*: You'd make a GREAT boyfriend!

Cas, *angry*: Yeah? Well I think whoever ends up with you is going to be damn lucky.

Dean: Not as lucky as whoever ends up with you!

Jack: Wh... what am I looking at here?

Sam, *so done*: They're angry flirting again.

288 notes • Posted 2021-01-10 00:11:17 GMT

#1

oops, I made a uquiz

What supernatural ship are you?

1401 notes • Posted 2021-03-23 02:20:15 GMT

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