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+Kristeena

22| INFP | New York

GISHWHES survivor

hardcore misha!girl & cas!girl

i breathe deancas & cockles

mostly spn, with some of everything.

all non spn posts are tagged "non spn for ts"

sometimes nsfw

currently

re-watching:

the office s5; spn s1;
parks and rec s2

reading:

Shoe Box Verse

that is all

i usually don’t like lasagna (because ricotta is gross) but my mom made me a tray using this (i highly recommend using their pasta) and she made a sauce especially for me and put a bunch of healthy alternatives in it and oh my god. i am not proud of the amount of lasagna i consumed tonight. //dies//

diminuel:

"Will you accept this fake ID and become my husband?"

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A hunter’s proposal. Cas thinks it’s very romantic and says yes of course.

Happy 6 year anniversary Dean and Cas! ♥

(I might put some more work into it because of the style inconsistencies.)

spnficlets:

It’s still dark when Castiel slips away from the bunker.  He walks east, into the trees, as though trying to meet the sun halfway.  As he picks his way carefully through the dense undergrowth, he gives himself over to the memories he usually keeps tucked safely away.  Tears sting his eyes when he thinks of his long absent Father and of the brothers and sisters he’s lost - and killed - in the time since he took the human form of Jimmy Novak, father and husband from Pontiac, Illinois.  

The first rays of light are filtering through the canopy of leaves over his head when he reaches the small stream nestled as far away from civilization as his wingless form can easily travel.  He finds a flat-topped rock and takes a seat, surrounded by the songs and morning chatter of the birds in the treetops reassembling their flocks to face the challenges of a new day, much as his own garrison once did.  Castiel stays by the stream as the morning sun burns off the scant fog, leaving the air around him early-autumn crisp and clear and as close to Heaven as the Earth will allow.  

He sits surrounded by his Father’s creations, staring at the water moving by as inexorably as time itself, and grieves for what he and his vessel have lost and for what he’s chosen to give up.  He lingers until the sun is high overhead and the birds have long since taken to wing to conduct the business of nature, leaving him with only the sound of water over rocks and the occasional rustle in the underbrush.  As he does every year on this, the anniversary of the day of his human rebirth, Castiel makes peace with his past so that he may see the beauty in his future.

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theredplasticwateringcan:

Get off eh… couch potato, you can do this

(new phone ring tone I swear to god)

the real question is when the fuck is friends going to be added to netflix