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This adorable little devil, despite being outside for a total of 3 minutes, somehow managed to catch a bird.

He growled at me when I tried to take it off him

The bird was as big as his head

He was pissed at me for ten minutes for stealing his new toy, but then forgave me when I gave him a pompom, which he then promptly destroyed

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insp.

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#dean and cas are basically just a married couple with 2 teenage kids

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cas (in love with dean) + love emojis

{emojis | insp | dean version}

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Homophobes: bEiNg gAy iS a siN. YoU wiLL bUrN iN HELL

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Adrenaline

Feet pounding. Arms pumping. Heart racing. 

The world flashes by in a blur, as feet connect with ground, propelling me along. Faster, further. But still, the desire to move drives me on faster.

Adrenaline pumps through my system so hard it's like I have superpowers. I can hear more, see more, move swifter than ever before. I run like my life depends on it. 

I have never been so scared in my life. 

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“So, miss, can you explain to me exactly how this happened?” 

Two weeks earlier I crashed my car. It wasn't bad, actually quite a mundane incident, but my car got totalled. I forgot to put the handbrake on you see. And, well, when your car is parked at the top of a very steep hill, it shall roll down said hill, and crash into the wall at the bottom. 

“I just forgot to put on my handbrake, like an idiot.”

My wife was going to kill me. We had been completely reliant on this machine for the past nine months or so, and will struggle without it. 

“Okay. You're still going to need to come down the police station to answer a few questions.”

“Yes officer. What will happen to my car?”

I looked at my car, dismay clawing at my heart. We have never struggled with money, my wife and i, but we've never exactly been well off, either. Replacing the car was going to put a huge dent in our savings, and we don’t have that option right now. The bonnet of the car had completely caved in, the windscreen smashed beyond repair, and smoke billowed out of the engine. Had anyone been in there at the time, they would probably have died.

“Well, we’ll get it towed, and scraped. There's no way that's getting repaired. Definite write-off.”

“Okay. thank you, officer.”

I had followed the young woman back to the police station with a heavy heart, spent thirty minutes answering her questions and giving out my details, and then i was allowed to leave. I phoned my boss, explaining why i was going to be late in, and received a heavy sigh, but an understanding reply. “Okay, i won't dock your pay this morning, but you’d better get your ass here fast.”

I’d never been so grateful for working in a small shop in my whole life. Don't get me wrong, i love my job. I work in a bakery, and me and five others work there six days a week, making bread, and cakes, and pastries that are so good they could put any michelin star chef to shame. But it works long, pretty unsocial hours, and doesn't pay magnificently well. In fact, if it weren't for my wife working in an office high rise in the city, commuting two hours by train every day, we wouldn't have enough money to make do. 

But the fact that it was a sunday, and the hours were shorter, and the customers usually didn't start pouring in until midday, meant that my boss could handle me being an hour late.

When i got to work, i called my wife, informing her of the situation. She was a little, to say the least, miffed.

Okay, i got screamed at down the phone, before she burst into tears and started crying about how we didnt have money to waste at this point in her life, and with her out of work for at least the next two months, and me only earning megre sums, we wouldn't be able to get a new car for nearly six months at best.

But honestly, it could have been worse. She did the same, two months into our marriage, five years ago, with her first car. Luckily we had two car back then, and we never replaced her old one, but she let the car roll down a hill into busy traffic, where another car drove headlong into it, and put the other driver in hospital. She has very rightly been scared of getting behind the wheel since.

When i got home that evening, she had gotten her head around the idea, but was still pissed off at me, meaning we spent the evening in almost total silence, before she went to bed early, and i was left to stare at the note she’d written on the fridge titled ‘groceries we can't afford if you want a car’.

Frosty, to say the least.

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Pain cleaves its way through my chest as i sprint the last fifteen meters to the doors of the hospital. My breathing ragged, my legs quaking, i make my way to the receptionist. I can barely hear her over the roaring pounding of my heart in my ears. She has to repeat what she says at least twice, and i can tell that by the time i head off in the right direction, she fears im about to have a heart attack. My face beet red, and sweat dripping from me, i look disgusting, and had honestly hoped that in this moment i had time to stop and change. I don't. 

The run here from work took nearly an hour. What if i'm too late? What if…

I follow the signs, but the hospital is too large, and i get lost. “‘Scuse me, nurse. Where do i go for ward 3D?”

“Keep going love. And don't look so worried. She’s fine.”

But what if she’s not. What if…

The closer i get, the harder it is to breathe. In, out. In, out. But adrenaline has made itself at home in my heart, my brain swirling out of control with anxiety. I feel like i could pass out, but i can't afford to do that here, no matter it being a hospital.

I find the ward, i find the room. I knock.

I hear already hushed voices quiet as the door swings open. I go in, my gaze sweeping the small hospital room, before my eyes land on the one thing i was hoping to see. My wife, alive and well. Immediately, anxiety seeps from my bones, and a smile makes its way onto my face. My wife returns the smile. She doesn't care that I am covered in sweat, my face is flushed with blood, my hair sticks to my forehead, and I very probably smell.

Her mother, who sits beside the bed comes over to me and hugs me. “It's good to see you, girl.” she tells me, before kissing me on the cheek.

My father in law comes out of the bathroom, and claps me on the shoulder. “Congratulations.” he tells me, before shifting his gaze to his daughter. “See, i told you she’d be here soon.”

I say nothing, my gaze transfixed on the small bundle in my wife's arms. I slowly creep towards the bed, almost too afraid to look. Adrenaline, i welcome thee back into my heart.

“Don't look so afraid.” my wife laughs. How she looks so happy after what she’s been through, the pain she must be in, bewilders me. But thats one of the reasons why i love her; she has so much strength. “Sit.”

We have no boundaries, her and i, but still i am careful, and keep my distance, as i sit down on the hospital bed beside her. I wrap an arm around her shoulder, and look down at the tiny bundle. “So?” i rasp out, slightly surprised i even managed to speak at all.

My wife bounces the bundle up and down in her arms. She hasn't even told her parents. We had a pact, that we’d tell them together, but now my wife has to tell everyone by herself. “A girl.”

“We have a daughter.” i say, and it hits me like a brick wall. A daughter. I have a baby girl.

My father in law whoops with joy. “A granddaughter! Yeah baby!”

“Is the future going to be all girl?” my mother in law laughs, shaking her head.

“We can only hope.” my wife mumbles, kissing me.

I take hold of my daughters tiny hand, her fingers wrapping around my finger. “Hey baby. Its mum.”

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You know when you're working on a WIP and you realise a certain plot point you had in the past is now making everything really complicated and essentially all your characters are related by blood or by parents being friends or by marriage and you can't keep up and you just feel like

Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhh.

That's me

All the time

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dean + faceless

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How does someone look so good with blood all over their face?

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the progression of fear in Ten’s face in this one scene during Midnight is literally so heartbreaking and so brilliantly done by DT

because it’s in this moment Ten really realises he is completely and utterly powerless to stop a bunch of humans throwing him out of a bus to his death 

and that is terrifying

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Big love to this man

I am Iron Man. The suit and I are one. To turn over the Iron Man suit would be to turn over myself, which is tantamount to indentured servitude or prostitution, depending on what state you’re in. You can’t have it.

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Yes my badass ladies!!

I don’t know how you’re gonna get through all of that.

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@fandomaestheticnet:  locations event » lothlórien

Lothlórien was both a forest and Elven realm located next to the lower Misty Mountains. It was first settled by Nandorin elves, but later enriched by Ñoldor and Sindar, under Celeborn of Doriath and Galadriel, daughter of Finarfin. It was located on the River Celebrant, southeast of Khazad-dûm, and was the only place where the golden Mallorn trees grew.

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So like, for Halloween, I feel like the Avengers would dress up in their uniforms and walk around where kids trick or treat

First their intentions are just to make some kids happy/surprise them, but then it turns into a really competitive game (between the avengers) where Nat tries to blend in with the trick or treaters and the rest of the Avengers would try to find her (like some kind of ‘where’s Waldo’ thing)

And there’s not even a prize or anything, they just get really into the game, and they really want to win

And they’re in full gear, trying to find a trained spy, in a huge crowd of kids in costumes, in the dark

So now you have the literal avengers frantically trying to find Nat, running/flying/swinging through different neighborhoods on Halloween

Imagine being a kid trick or treating and u just see fricking iron man flying above u then Hawkeye in a tree and spidey on a telephone pole and captain America running rly fast/jumping to high places all just to find nat

Plot twist- nat is in the avengers tower the whole time watching them try to find her

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Dean realizes there is more than one first kiss.

There’s a first kiss, both of them leaning in nervously, Cas’ eyelids closing when his nose is almost touching Dean’s. Their lips grace each other hesitantly a few times, testing, tasting, their breaths warm on each other’s skin before Dean slowly moves forward slightly and their lips finally meet.

There’s a first heated, passionate kiss. Cas is pinning Dean against the wall of his own bedroom and it feels like he is a teen again, overblown by all the feelings he can’t explain; the heat pooling in his stomach, on fire, raging. He’s clawing and clutching onto Cas who takes off layer after layer of clothing, seems almost angry at the fabric for standing in between him and Dean. His teeth bite on Dean’s bottom lip and he whispers that Dean is his, forever.

There’s the first kiss during sex, they’re too loud and too messy and too sweaty, and their noses are bumping together and Dean laughs in between his frantic breaths. He grips onto Cas’ shoulder as he pushes Dean into the mattress, kisses the wind out of their lungs. Dean forgot that it could feel like this, he forgot that he could feel this loved.

There’s the first kiss right before falling asleep, slow and lazy and gentle. Dean whispers sweet nothings against Cas’ lips curving into a smile. Cas runs his fingers across Dean’s chest, kissing back with half-lidded eyes. They sleep in peace.

There’s the first good morning kiss, half-asleep and smiling, pressed into the column of Dean’s neck, his jaw, skin mellowing under the warm touches.

There’s the first accidental kiss in front of Sam, who walks in and can’t stop grinning for the next few hours. There’s the first deliberate kiss in front of Sam and though Dean still feels nervous, having Cas nuzzle his nose against his cheek is worth it.

There’s the first light and fleeted kiss when Dean leaves for groceries, featherlight and sweet, the first ‘please come back to bed’ kiss left in the back of Cas’ neck, Dean’s arms wrapped around his waist, the oh so careful first kiss left on the back of Dean’s hand, just below the patched up wound.

There’s the first greasy burger kiss in a snack bar Dean knows he’ll never see again, but he will always remember the ketchup on Cas’ cheek.

There’s the first sticky ice cream kiss that leaves Cas grumbling and Dean laughing, and he kisses Cas again and again, right there on the parks’ bench, grinning mischievously until Cas is laughing too.

There’s the first kiss that catches him by surprise, he’s right in the middle of a sentence and Cas just cuts him off with his mouth, then continues to look at him with honest interest.

There’s the first kiss in the rain, soaking their clothes and hair as they stand and forget to care, there’s the first kiss in the snow, wrapped in coats and scarfs. Cas smells like Christmas, tastes like sweet apple cider and is the only warmth Dean needs. They say the hottest fires burn blue, and Dean understands when he looks into Cas’ eyes.

There’s the first kiss in the Impala, slow and lingering because Sam isn’t there and they can spend the entire night here if they want to. There’s the first nose kiss, the first Eskimo kiss, the first forehead kiss, the first kiss tracing all Dean’s freckles until below his waist.

There’s the first ‘I missed you’ kiss, they’re ripping off clothes and grabbing into each other’s jeans in a motel bathroom somewhere miles away from home, Dean can’t help but moan Cas’ name and prays they didn’t wake up Sam.

There’s the first soothing kiss, slowly taking care of every single tear left on their cheeks. Dean whispers I love you over and over and Cas tells him he never cried before. Dean tells him he’s beautiful.

There’s the first ‘I thought I lost you’ kiss, frantic and messy and dirty, surrounded by demon corpses, they taste blood and salt and dirt, they’re out of breath and close to tears, but they’re alive.

There’s the first make up kiss, after a fight with raised voices and slamming of doors. Dean apologizes but Cas tells him not to, that it’s okay, that they need to fight so they can learn and move on. Dean knows he’s right.

There’s a first kiss all the time, and Dean remembers each. He treasures every memory, loves them equally. One night, after their first kiss outside under the stars, he tells Cas. Voice low, hand holding Cas’ hand, and when he looks at Cas, he is smiling.

“I remember my first ever kiss,” Cas whispers and he gently puts his hand on Dean’s chest. “The day that changed my life.”

Dean waits, knowing the kiss Cas refers to, their hesitant kisses, their sweet confessions.

“It was in Hell when we met,“ Cas says and Dean does a double take, slowly sitting up to see Cas better. "When I pulled you from hell and I put you back together again—I kissed your soul that day. You had been torn, defeated, frightened, ripped apart. But your soul was still breathtaking.”

Dean stares, dumbfounded, barely able to see Cas’ full expression in the dark. Slowly, Cas leans down and moves his hand, looks up at Dean and kisses his soul again. For a second time.