#I'M SOBBING ON THE FLOOR

[suokumi]

I'M GONNA HUG YOU BACK ON SMOOCH YOUR FOREHEAD AND GIVE ANY TREAT YOU WANT

SOBBING CRYING, LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT THE BOI, AT THE PRECIOUS LIL GUY, HE DESERVES THE WORLD

I'm emotional and you're the cause of it and I'm very thankful and I very much need to draw him again please

i grab you by your shoulders and weakly thump my head against your chest

I only now got to read the Gamma Code and all I wanna do is hug Haz, I want to give him a pat on his radioactive chassis and bring him to a flower field, he deserves to see the flowers

I'm legit feeling like crying in the most positive way possible, you made me feel feelings and it's amazing and I'm absolutely in love with your writing

Thank you so much for taking your time to bother with English writing, I know how much of a pain it is to figure things out in another language and you did such an amazing job with it too, your au lives rent free in my head now thank you very much for sharing it<3

WAAAAAAAHHHH ADGJDJSNBCNZZ BUAAAA I'm sobbing, OHGOD, I want to give you a BIG HUG and a kiss on the forehead, please let me!!! *shaking you shaking you/vvpos* ♡

This is so nice and sweet!! Waaaaa thank you very very much, I'm so glad you like my writing! It warms my heart and I feel joyful and inspired. I could run and write right now! I feel like I'm learning so much 💚💚 UGLY SOBS

I offer you...

Breaking news: A radioactive spider-cat robot escaped from a nuclear power plant and was found admiring flowers, although many had already withered around it

[needsdean]

Remember how Merlin was mistreated, punished unjustly, how he had to live in fear, pretend to be someone else, hear all the horrible things they said about magic and sorcerers, find out his father was betrayed and persecuted by Uther, forced to live in isolation and in pain after leaving his family, and then killed just to help the kingdom of a man that made his life a living hell? Remember how Merlin lived in this whole mess, and instead of letting anger and pain consume him, he put all of his attention on the amount of love he had for this man? I often do. Painful moments.

@greatscottimafangirl

[livetogether--diealone]

💙💜

[midnight-drip]

sooooo how is EPIC treating you? had any trauma or mental breakdowns yet?

ahahahahaaaaaa... spoilers for the Cyclops and Underworld Sagas incoming, I guess...

anyway. some things..... ahahahaha...

I had to stop myself from actually just screaming at the top of my lungs during all of the Thunder Saga, because I was in an airport and it was DEAD quiet..

Also?? The first time, I was listening to it in the car with a couple of friends, and it was kind of loud bc the windows were open, also we only got to Wouldn't You Like before I had to leave.. and so I didn't realize that POLITES was the person who got hit with the club until my second listen??? Like I knew some people had just died but I didn't know who? So yeah I cried listening to The Underworld for the first time... Also??? Ody's MOM in that song????? 😭😭😭😭

[racetheskies]

yachi "so [your scars] are like badges of honor!" hitoka you will always be famous

[kasanetetolover]

i fucking hate this show.

[casdeans-pie]

Dean's ribs are aching.

He presses a hand against his skin, feeling the solid bones under his palm, and tries to imagine the ornate carvings running across them - remembers what the x-ray looked like. But his mind keeps getting stuck on the feeling of Cas's hand, strong and sturdy, in the center of his chest, and the pleasant burn that'd taken his breath away when he'd pressed into him.

A sensation that had been perfectly balanced on the knife-edge of pain and pleasure.

Dean lets out a shaky breath and tugs the scratchy motel sheets closer as he turns over, unable to stop being so aware of it all. A particularly loud snore from the bed next to him tells him that Sam isn't having the same problem.

It only takes another few minutes of Dean gritting his teeth and willing himself to go to sleep before he gives up with an angry sigh.

When he exits the room quietly, hoping to get some air and clear his head, he nearly walks straight into Castiel himself. "Jesus, Cas!" Dean yelps, then catches his volume, glances at the room behind him, and adds in a hissed whisper, "What are you doing here?"

Cas, for once, looks startled and a little guilty. "Hello, Dean," he says, voice rumbling quietly, "my apologies, I didn't expect anyone to leave the room until the morning."

"Yeah, that doesn't really answer my question, buddy. You were kind of loitering."

Cas shifts his weight a little in a nervous gesture that amuses Dean because it looks almost human. "I've been informed that watching over you while you sleep from your bedside is" - he squints his eyes - "creepy."

Dean can't help the huff of a laugh that escapes him. "'Cause it is."

Cas frowns. "And I can no longer sense either of you due to your sigils, so..."

(Dean presses his hand to his chest, echoes of the pleasure-pain running through his ribs.)

Cas's eyes flick down at the movement, but snap back up before Dean can put a name to the expression that passes over Cas's face. "So I have been watching over you... both of you... from outside your room instead. While I still know your current location," he adds sadly.

"Keeping tabs on us like this is still creepy Cas," Dean says, but there's no heat in it. In fact, he's surprised to realise that he really doesn't mind the idea of Cas watching over him- them.

"I can no longer sense you," Cas repeats, more upset this time.

A blue neon sign for the motel shines from above them, casting a moody blue light over Cas - catching the tips of his messy hair, and lighting up his eyes so that they're almost glowing. He's lit up in a way that reminds Dean of the Angel he really is, and it makes his ribs ache.

Dean grips the shirt over his chest in a tight fist.

Again Cas's gaze flicks down.

"What do they say?" Dean says so quietly it's nearly just a breath.

Cas must understand what Dean means, even though what he said makes no sense, because he replies, "It means you are to be kept away from all the eyes of the Angels, and none have permission to know of your location or gaze upon you." Cas reaches a hand up, suspends it in the air, and then lets it fall back to his side.

Dean feels a pulse race through his bones as he impulsively reaches for Cas's hand and places it on his chest, covering it with his own and pressing it down firmly. Warmth that feels like protection and safety rushes out from where their hands press together.

"I give you my permission," Dean says quietly, into this moment they've created, under the unnatural blue light of the motel sign, and the silent night around them.

Cas's eyes are wide and Dean feels his hand shaking. "You..." he visibly swallows and licks his lips. "You shouldn't say things like that to an Angel, Dean."

"Yeah? Well, too late. I mean it Cas. You've got my permission. And I know that means jack to symbols literally carved onto my bones, but it means you physically checking in with me if you want to know where we are - use your cellphone - and if I text you our motel room, and you're not, y’know, doing rebel Angel stuff, you can be our lookout." Dean feels silly all of a sudden and drops Cas's hand, stuffing his own into the pockets of the sweatpants he shoved on before he left the room. "And if I can't sleep, maybe we can talk outside again like tonight. Or whatever."

After a beat of pure silence the light on Cas's face from the sign seems to intensify and Dean can suddenly hear it buzzing.

The handprint on his shoulder pulses in time with the beat of his heart and the ache in his ribs.

"I would like that," Cas rumbles, a gentle smile on his lips.

Dean clears his throat and absentmindedly rubs his chest again. "Okay. Well. Good talk. I should- I should go back to bed- lots of big days coming up- world to save- goodnight, Cas." Dean doesn't want to call what he's doing running away, but he certainly does a good impression of it when he turns around and ducks back into the room.

A soft, "Goodnight, Dean," follows him inside before the door clicks shut behind him.

[invinciblerodent]

"I'll make a save here and try breaking up with Astarion, just to see the dialogue- I could see him get kinda nasty about it, but I honestly don't know what to expect so---"

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[airenyah]

the way fadel is looking at style with new eyes after having just heard that style "betrayed" him while style looks back at fadel with so much genuine love and adoration after having spent a week worrying sick about him absolutely BREAKS ME

[galaghiel]

what remnant does to a mf

[theplantbish]

Who allowed him to be this cute 😭

Cropped screenshots from Mikke's ig story

[bloodycreaturee]

this look confirmed to me that byler isn't one sided

that boy is not straight. he looks so enamored with will it's insane

[probably-not-a-rutabaga]

hsdggddhhgghhhgggsshhhhh

i need to do storyboards,, but my desire to not do storyboards is giving me mild motivation to draw other stuff

i'll take what i can get 👍

[greenbirdtrash]

We're really at it now.

[mobius-m-mobius]

OWEN WILSON behind the scenes of LOKI season 2

[shizuncollector]

Still not over this by the way