#righteuosfam

[righteuos]

Hi

No i’m not dead, i know i’ve been away way too long and thank you all who haven’t unfollowed me yet hah. Truth is i started med school in fall and I had to cut Tumblr time out bc i need to pass the year. But that’s not why i came back here. 

I have a story to share with you, a story how i was being catfished by a tumblr user for a year, and yes you read that right my friend. And also bc i want to raise awareness that these things really do exist irl too, not just on MTV. 

So last year I met this boy on tumblr, we really hit it off and started chatting and we soon moved on to Kik and then Whatsapp. Months of every day texting passed and we started dating. Like ik ik, internet dating, but i liked him and he was kind and sweet and different from all the infamous fuckboys i had dealt with before him. The only problem, he was really shy. He wouldn’t send me selfies and didn’t wanna skype. I couldnt understand why, bc apparently he had done photoshoots before and he was like, a cutie? 

You can see for yourself: https://www.facebook.com/OliverGothic/media_set?set=a.153412004684035.32082.100000457108136&type=3

You guessed it...Thats not him. He had been sending me pics of some model guy, pretending to be him. For a year! And god did he make it seem real.

He told me he was 18. He is in fact 16 and doesn’t look like that at all. He is a good liar tho. That and i’m too good of a person to have blocked him the second i started to suspect something. But bc i couldn’t prove it, I didnt. 

This stranger took a year of my life away from me. I thought i loved somebody that was never real, i gave up sleep for texting, i gave trust, i gave love, i gave support, i gave myself. 

And got used. Abused.

I know i’m not the first nor the last one to have this happen to them. But I hope my post reaches you people, and i wish you to be more careful and less naive than i was. People on tumblr are not who they say they are. Tumblr is not safe. 

Please stay safe on the internet. And be smart. 

I love you all ♥♥♥♥

[sunshinejackles]

Promo :D

Big announcement to make: this blog is now fully about spn and its cast! How amazing is that? :D All other fandoms will be reblog on my new multifandom sideblog magnuficentbabe ;D

mbf me reblog this post optional: follow my multifandom sideblog :) optional: join the destiel hurts network in list of 5 + random screenshot promos (depending on the notes) mutuals, faves, +follow edit: ends October 21st at 11pm CEST

[macauleys]

the epic snapchat adventures of zoey & marlon at the british museum

add me on snapchat for more derping marlon_1998

[astraliscas]

The Sinner™ aka @righteuos is gonna be here is a few of hours A COUPLE OF HOURS HOLY SHITASDFGHJKL. We both will be live snapchatting at cityofdestiel and therigtheous, as well as posting pics and videos on tumblr so y'all should check that out. 

I'M SO EXCITED I CANNOT HOLD MY SHIT TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[brinchestiel]

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ No. 82: “I’m so happy”

For: @qinsy Pairing: Destiel Words: 576 Tags: Established relationship, first home, fluffy fluffy fluff fluff, domestiel, I literally don’t know what else to tag... um, Cas comforting Dean, like a pro, I’m so bad at tagging holy shit.

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Dust clings to Dean like a second skin, muscles aching as he lowers himself to the bare wood floor with a heavy sigh.

“All done,” Castiel smiles, lifting a beer bottle from the upturned cardboard box in front of him; a makeshift dining table.

Dean hums, clinking his bottle against Castiel’s before leaning in for a gentle kiss, slightly salty from their sweat and their dinner of potato chips.

“I honestly never thought we’d manage, but... oh, Dean, isn’t it perfect?” Cas says, leaning back on his hands and looking around the bare room, his voice echoing from the lack of furniture. 

Dean frowns, “Might be nicer with a couch.”

“Your back okay?” Cas asks, rubbing comforting circles into Dean’s shoulders, chasing away the tension there as easily as brushing the dust from his jacket.

“Yeah,” Dean’s smile falters as he rolls his shoulders and casts his eyes around. The windows, so far with no blinds or curtains, the bare floors, the naked walls, the sheer emptiness of the space overwhelming.

“What’s up?” Cas’ head finds Dean’s shoulder, “you’re not happy.”

“No, no, I am, Cas, I am. It’s just... when I pictured our first home it was just a little more... I don’t know... full.”

Castiel’s laugh is a surprise, and Dean winces as it seems to reverberate through every room in their little house.

“Dean, you’re many things, but I never expected you to be a material girl.”

“You just... Cas, don’t you feel like... if you were with someone richer you might be sat on an actual seat right now? Going to sleep in an actual bed?”

“We have the mattress-”

“We’re gonna be eatin’ potato chips and beans for months, Cas. Right here, on the floor, at this cardboard box-”

“Dining table,” Castiel grins, spreading his hands lovingly over the surface, as if it were covered in the finest linen.

“I just want to give you what you deserve, Cas, I want you to be happy,” Dean says, staring at the lines in his hands and feeling utterly incompetent. He and Cas had agreed right at the start to go 50/50, despite how much Castiel had originally protested. 

The bare facts were: Cas came from money. He had a good job. 

Dean? Well, Dean was stubborn. And now, because of his unwillingness to budge on the matter, Cas was basically squatting in a newly bought house. And that just didn’t sit right.

“Dean,” Cas says softly, body turning towards him, hands framing his face, “where is this coming from?”

Dean can only shrug as Castiel’s eyes search his own.

“This place is everything, Dean, it’s everything. It’s our home, our first home that we bought together and that is so much more important than whether our sofa matches our curtains, or whether our bed has a frame to it or not-”

“We don’t even have a sofa, Cas-”

“We don’t need one! All we need is right here,” Castiel insists with hands coursing through Dean’s hair, “Dean, I am so happy. I’m so happy.”

Dean smiles shyly as Castiel’s slim fingers slide to stroke at the short hairs at the base of Dean’s skull, “Yeah?”

“Yes. And, it just so happens I love beans and chips,” Castiel grins, leaning forward to steal another kiss.

“I get the feeling you won’t be saying that next week,” Dean chuckles against Castiel’s lips, gathering his whole world into his lap and cradling him close.

[honeebeecas]

New Hair Color??

hey guys! i’m dying my hair on the 14th but i can’t figure out what color i want to do! which one do you guys like best? (i’m only doing my tips and here’s my selfie tag)

dark purple/grey

light purple (the lighter/faded parts)

blonde

[pcughkeepsie]

url graphics!

I’m hopping on the bandwagon here and I really need something to force me off my lazy ass so 

url must be related to: Supernatural, Hannibal, Sherlock, or iZombie

this isn’t a pick and choose thing, so I’ll make a graphic for every url as long as it fits the above guidelines

examples of my work here

reblog this post please! (likes don’t count)

follow me if you’d like but not required :>

[macauleys]

dressed up for a party, ready to go. ☄

[sunshinejackles]

Blogrates yeah :D

School hasn’t started yet so I thought about doing a blogrates :) and also because so many wonderful blogs have started following me during the past two months (I love you guys <3) and I haven’t got time to check out everyone’s blog, so blogrates it is :D

mbf me reblog this please send me this smiley :P or tell me something you’re excited about optional: join Rose and I’s destiel network Blacklist ‘aline does blogrates’ if you don’t wanna see these

rates under the cut

URL: I don’t get it | okay | nice | awesome | the best | CASTIEL Domain: I don’t get it | okay | nice | awesome | the best | BOBBY SINGER Icon: not my style | okay | nice | awesome | the best | CROWLEY Theme: not my style | okay | nice | awesome | the best | SAM WINCHESTER Posts: not my style | okay | nice | awesome | the best | CHARLIE BRADBURY Overall: not my style | okay | nice | awesome | the best | DEAN WINCHESTER Following?: not yet sorry but ily | I am now | of course! | I NEED YOU

[righteuos]

Got to meet my soul sister @astraliscas and spent the best week ever with her! I couldn’t have asked for a better friend, thank you my love ♡♡

[righteuos]

update☺

I’m going on a small hiatus until Aug 10th.

I’m going to Russia tomorrow and I’ll be there for like a week. After that I’m coming back home for about 4 days AND THEN I AM GOING TO SPAIN TO VISIT MY WIFEY @astraliscas ♥ oh and yeah we’re doing Gishwhes together I am super excited!!

I’ll probably post a lot of stuff on my snapchat @therigtheous, add me for lame tourist pics, gishwhes madness and selfies with my favourite Spaniard (I’ll add you back ofc).

Peace out my lil beans ✌❀

[brinchestiel]

[righteuos]

hey bubbies♥ 

add me on Snapchat as @therigtheous or send me your username and i’ll add you!

since I don’t have a spn twitter and I don’t wanna lose yall if this thingy with Tumblr really goes down :(

[brinchestiel]

100 Ways to say ‘I love you’ No. 34: “You’re enough”

For: @astraliscas Pairing: Destiel Words: 1,621 Tags: Ace!Cas, established relationship, Cas is having a panic, Cas thinks he’s broken and no good, AU, ALL THE FLUFF, Dean being the cutest cute to ever cute, seriously he’s such a sap, such a teddy bear, deep meaningful chats, these are not real tags, seriously Brin do better.

(Please don’t hesitate to make a request if you want one!)

The ride back from Dean’s birthday meal was tense to say the least. Castiel had nearly picked a hole in his suit sleeve, bitten clean through his bottom lip with sheer nervous energy. His heart raced. His knees bounced restlessly.

He was going to have sex with Dean tonight. This was his first ever relationship since his eye opening discovery of his asexuality, and he did not, did not want to screw it up. Sex was what people gave to those they loved. To be close, connected. Whatever Cas himself was feeling, Dean deserved that closeness.

Cas wasn’t stupid, and he knew that Dean wasn’t either (no matter how much he might insist otherwise.) He knew that birthdays were a customary time for couples to… couple. Dean would expect it, surely. And Cas? Cas was going to…

He could do this. He wanted to be a good partner for Dean. He didn’t want Dean to regret their relationship. He wanted… to… maybe…

Ugh.

“Cas? You okay? You’re awful quiet.”

Castiel tried for his best and most convincing grin, “Of course, Dean, just… I was just thinking.”

“I know,” Dean smiled, “You’ve got that little crease just there,” he pressed a finger tip between Castiel’s eyebrows before turning his attention back to the road, “don’t tell anyone but I call it the thinkle-crinkle. Anything good going on upstairs?”

Castiel didn’t trust his mouth to keep his whirling thoughts schtum, so he settled for a shake of his head.

“Do I need to be worried?” Dean said, clutching the wheel a little tighter, smile torn ruthlessly from his face “do you need to talk?”

“No, no. I’m… I’m fine, Dean, let’s just get back to your flat. I’m just excited to… There’s… there’s one more bit of your birthday gift left.”

And, just like that, Dean was grinning again, so bright that Cas was struck with the ridiculous urge to shield his eyes. 

“Okay, Castiel, okay, you’ve got him in the bedroom,” Cas whispered to his almost-naked reflection, eyes wide with uncertainty. He spared a glance to the pile of his clothing, strewn unceremoniously across the tiled floor. 

“You’re undressed… he’s… you… You’ve just got… got to… shit.”

“Everything okay in there, Cas?”

“Yeah,” Cas called, voice cracking, “Yeah just… give me a moment, I’ll be right with you.”

Castiel steeled himself with a heavy sigh, drawing slightly shaking fingers through his hair and nodding, armed with a determination that only skimmed the surface. 

“You got this,” he whispered to his terrified reflection.

He marched himself straight out of the bathroom to the bed, where Dean sat patiently in his sleepwear, hands over his eyes.

Castiel smiled at the sight, settling in Dean’s lap, straddled over his thighs as he took Dean’s hands in his own. Green eyes blinked curiously at him,

“Hey,” Dean murmured, chuckling as he curled his fingers around Cas’, “where is it? You’re shaking.”

Another fortifying breath saw Castiel place Dean’s hands on his hips, smoothing out along Dean’s fingers and encouraging him to squeeze. Dean drew in a hasty breath.

“Cas, wai-”

“This is the last bit of your gift, Dean,” Castiel whispered for fear if he spoke any louder his voice would give the game away, make it painfully obvious to Dean that he was fighting against every instinct right now.

“N-”

Motivated by desperation, a need to make Dean feel good, Castiel seared a kiss to Dean’s lips. It was messy and it was desperate, and Cas was determined to let Dean have this. He needed to be good. He didn’t want to be broken.

Dean’s hands scrabbled against his skin, pushing against Cas’ chest.

“Cas, wait a sec,” he gasped, as Cas’ hands roved over Dean’s skin, wrists quickly snatched up and away by Dean’s gentle hands.

“Stop,” Dean said, eyes searching for answers in Cas’, “what’s going on?”

The tightness balled in his chest broke at the sight of Dean’s concern, and Castiel collapsed, boneless against his freckled chest.

“I’m sorry, Dean.”

“What on earth have you got to be sorry for? I’m just… I mean I’d dig the enthusiasm if it weren’t so… Jesus, Cas, look at me, talk to me.”

“It’s your birthday,” Castiel mumbled against Dean’s freckled skin. 

“Yeah…”

“The first one since we became a couple.”

“Yeah, and it’s been amazing,” Dean said, rubbing his hands across Castiel’s shoulders, kneading gently at the tension there.

“It would’ve been if you didn’t have such a broken boyfriend.”

“Cas,” Dean’s voice was stern, and Cas looked up to see an even more stern expression etched onto Dean’s face, “don’t you say that.”

“It’s true-”

“No, it isn’t,” Dean interrupted, “I won’t hear it.”

“How can you think otherwise?” Castiel said, voice raised in desperation, sitting up to clutch at Dean’s hands again, “I can’t ever give you what you want, Dean, I won’t ever be able to do that for you. That’s it. We’re only a couple of months in, and the honeymoon period is still good, this is novel and new and fun, and you like me now, but what about in 6 months’ time? A year? You’re going to resent who I am; love and sex they’re… they’re so deeply interwoven, almost inseparable, how can I deny you that? How can I keep that from you? How can I expect you to forgo that just to be with me?”

Dean’s head stayed bowed, and suddenly the silence in the room was icy, deafening, uncomfortable.

“Please say something,” Castiel whispered into it.

Dean shook his head slowly, and Castiel was sure in that moment that he’d ruined everything. He started to get up off the bed, only to be stopped by the low rumble of Dean’s voice.

“You know, sex was always…” he huffed a quiet, self-conscious laugh, “it was part of who I was, you know? The lad, the ladies man, hump ‘em and dump ‘em, all that crap. I would have sex because I could, because it felt good, because… hell, I don’t know,” Dean grumbled, reaching out for Cas, who fell easily, back into the circle of his arms.

“I was always searching for something… something to fill whatever void I got growing in here,” he points to the centre of his chest, and Castiel covers the area with his own hand, pressing as if to staunch a bleeding wound, “but… sex was never it. It never helped. I’d keep trying, you know, maybe it was just that she was a blonde, so next time I’d pick up a brunette, or… maybe it was that we only did it once, so I would try hooking up multiple times but… god, it left me even more hollow than when I started, Cas, it was just never ending.”

Castiel leant his head against Dean’s chest, closing his eyes to better feel the vibrations of Dean’s voice through his skin.

“Then I met you,” Dean said with a squeeze and a kiss to his hair, “and you… I mean, yeah at first I was a little shocked that sex wasn’t an option with you but… Cas, you’re gonna think I’m crazy but I don’t miss it.”

Castiel shot up from the embrace, poised and ready to say something, anything, to accuse Dean of lying, to say that he was kidding himself, to say it was early days yet, but Dean just pulled him back in and held him close.

“I don’t miss it, Cas, I mean that. Because what you’ve given me in place of it? It’s bigger than anything I’ve ever felt. You’ve shown me that I’m worth something, that I’m more than just a pretty face, more than a desirable object. You looked at me and you saw… me. Am I making any sense?”

Castiel nodded, wrapping his arms tightly around Dean’s chest, feeling overwhelmed at Dean’s admissions; the first he’d ever heard of Dean’s feelings. Dean opening up like this, it meant so much, more than he could articulate. 

“You’re so much more than the sex we’re not having, Cas, I need you to understand that,” Dean said, shifting to lie Castiel on his back, before moving down and nuzzling his nose against Cas’ waist, “you’re the most selfless person I have ever met, I mean, tonight is a case in point.”

Castiel lay still and silent, afraid of breaking the spell that had fallen about the room with the whisper of the sheets as Dean moved to press kisses across his belly. 

“You make me laugh,” Dean’s fingers came to tickle at Castiel’s armpits, laughter bursting from Cas’ lips, “and I get this giddy feeling whenever I wake up with you next to me. I like teaching you how to cook,” Dean continued, picking up one of Castiel’s hands to place chaste kisses against each finger tip, “and I like hearing you talk to me about all the shit I missed when I was bunkin’ off school. You got smarts.”

Dean’s hands smoothed across his chest, “And you have such a big heart, Cas, too much even, I ain’t never seen nothin’ like it. Jesus, I’m talkin’ too much, aren’t I?”

Castiel let his hands find Dean’s cheeks, framing that beautiful face, “No, Dean.”

“It’s just… I’m crazy about you is all.”

A grin rose, unbidden, to Castiel’s lips, and he didn’t resist the urge to pull Dean to him for a drawn out kiss.

“I promise you,” Dean murmured against his mouth, nose nudging Cas’ in a cat-like gesture that made Castiel laugh anew, “you’re enough, Cas. You’re everything to me.”

“You’re sure?” Castiel whispered, smiling again when he felt Dean’s fingers clasp around his in a tight grip.

“So, so sure.”

[brinchestiel]

8.13 Everybody Hates Hitler

[righteuos]

Url graphic | @astraliscas ↳ prompt: palette