#idk if I posted this before

[bitethetablet]

funny angle

[pennaraptor]

:')

[dailyskateboard]

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[sweetlyvibe]

I memorised the lyrics like a champ after listening to it 5 times ( before I learnt English it was legit just gibberish now everything finally makes sense )

— TAGGING : @amxto @strwbrry-mntss @mixzimi

[nick-close]

5 Signs You DO NOT Have Autism (real) (not clickbait)

[wormstacheangel]

Dean was new to the neighborhood. Actually, Dean was new to a lot of things that were happening at the moment.

“Oh,” Dean looked away from the captivating baby blues and into the direction of the barista who was closing the shop around them. “Guess they’re closing.”

“Guess so.”

He was finally getting his life together, becoming a civilian, and using his free will—and his magical Charlie card— to retire in style. He’s only been here for three months, fixing an old house to be home for a kid that wasn’t his but he proudly tells everyone otherwise. It’s supposed to be a fresh start for them both. No witches, ghosts, or ghouls. Just whatever normal is supposed to be. 

But then he walked into this cafe and there he was.

Sitting there, reading a book as if it was a normal Tuesday night. Welcoming him with a smile while the whole place felt how a home was supposed to feel. Peaceful. Warm. Accepted. Loved.

Dean looks back at Cas, his fingers still holding tight to the other man’s hand. “Are you…do you want-?”

“Let’s go home, Dean.”

Cas has been gone for months—486 days—and he never gave up on him but all these failed attempts were taking a toll on them. So they agreed, while he searched for ways to get Cas back, he’ll use his free time to build a sense of normality for them. That meant school and work. Driving lessons and late-night study sessions. Making friends and having movie nights with pizza delivery. 

It meant giving Jack a chance at a life that was never an option for them. To act like a teenager they wanted while they also learned to control their powers because that’s their normal. It’s a mix of busy mornings where Jack needs to fly to school instead of Dean dropping them off but then Dean needs to drop off the forgotten lunch Jack left behind. 

And everything was fine and dandy but the hole in their life was still there. 

That is until now. 

The missing puzzle piece for their apple pie life was holding his hand as they walked home. Cas talked about how Eileen was the first person he saw when he made his way back to the bunker. He was so happy to see her and went for the hug but she splashed him with holy water. 

Cas chuckled and Dean melted at the sound, laughing alongside him. 

“You’ve barely said a word,” Cas whispered, Dean, can see his breath from the cold. “I’m sorry for surprising you. It was Sam’s idea and I went along with it because I…well I just wanted…I um, I wanted to see you.”

Dean sucked in the cold air that burned his chest, he couldn't imagine what his face was doing but he tightened his hold on the familiar hand. 

“I’m just,” Dean stopped by his truck and looked for his keys while he thought of the words. But opening up about how fucking happy he was to have Cas back is too much to deal with in public. It took everything in him to stay together when he first walked in there but now they were alone. Nothing but a street light over their heads to keep them company. “On cloud nine over here.”

Dean held the key out to open the door but his hands were too shaky. He felt himself losing control of himself. The wall he built crumbled after all this time and while he expected anger to come out, it was tears. It was pure relief mixed with the grief he never faced. 

He cried for the one he lost and now has back. 

“Dean.” He felt strong arms wrap around him, holding him together and warm. Crying alongside him. 

Dean had to deal with a lot of new things at the start of this chapter of his life and he wanted this for as long as he could have it. This routine and calm to be his always but he never let himself imagine enjoying this life with the one he wanted more than anything. 

“Stay.” Dean hid his face into Cas’s shoulder, gripping him by the jacket and never wanting to let him go. “Just fucking stay with us, man.” He took a shaky breath and bumped their foreheads together, his hands reaching to hold Cas’s face in place. “Stay with me, Cas. Stay with me.”

“That’s all I ever wanted, Dean.” Cas held Dean’s coat, pulling him in close as he blinked away tears. “I love you.”

Dean’s heart skipped a beat before he became putty in this man’s hands. Tipping his head back just enough to press a soft sad excuse for a kiss on his lips. It was hesitant and scary at first but then the second kiss Cas leaned into it. 

-

When they finally arrived home, Sam was there with Jack and cold pizza. 

“Castiel! I cleaned my room!” Jack bounced off the couch and started tugging at Cas’s arm. “You can see it now.”

“Guessing you came here first?” Dean asked Sam while Cas was whisked away by his kid.

“Yeah, Jack said you were probably getting your coffee fix and I didn’t want to lose this chance to surprise you.” Sam smiled up at him from the couch. “Surprise, old man.”

Dean hit him in the head with a pillow before sitting right beside him on the couch. “Thanks, Sammy.”

“I just drove him here but it was all him.” Sam’s hand patted Dean’s shoulder. “You guys gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. Think we’re gonna be okay.” 

“What about you? You okay?”

Dean turned to look at Cas who poked his head out of the kitchen. “Jack is asking if it’s too late for sundaes but I’m not sure about the rules now.”

Sam stood up to walk over, “Jack, you just ate half a box of pizza!”

“But I’m happy! When I’m happy, I eat.” 

Dean follows the bickering, enjoying the familiar voices together again. He watched Sam give up and start making them all sundaes while Cas sat and listened to Jack give him the short version of everything he had missed.

In the middle of that, Cas smiled up at Dean. Looking at him with no sadness in his eyes because for the first time in their lives, they were going to be more than just okay. They’re all going to be happy.

[alohakelela]

[sybersepticeye]

whenever i watch this i keep thinking i see Actor in the backround

[meadow-dusk]

Crosby, Nash, & Young with the Stray Gators in 1973

[ojcobsessed]

two behind the scenes photos of oliver with the cast and crew of his upcoming ww2 drama the world will tremble, from the twitter of arthur landon, the producer of the film.

[bilberson]

I mean...

[butchdogfight]

[peridotamethyst]

[thereturnofastrosrevenge]

I DO NOT PERMIT A WOMAN TO SPEAK 

introducing THE Prickle Fairy!!!!!

[cashmere-caveman]

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

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" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.