Reblog this if you find Misha Collins attractive. Want to prove to my friend that he is.
OH MY FUCKING GOD THE LAST PICTURE!
PORN! TAG YOUR PORN!
AU in which the Doctor is a very sick little boy lying in a hospital bed in a coma and his universe is just a dream. Each of his companions represent the kids in the beds next to him and when they die or leave the ward, they die or leave in his head. Regenerations represent times he nearly woke up or nearly died and the TARDIS represents his life support machine.
i’ve found him
i’ve found satan
fairywine answered: Little Cas and Dean together, with babysitter!Sam? PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN!
“GIMME BACK MY ANGEL!!!!!”
“Dean, Cas isn’t a commodity! And you can have him back when you—OW, STOP THAT!!!!”
“Dean! You can play with Cas when you stop pulling on his wings.”
Cas sniffled into Sam’s shoulder and peered down at Dean who was tugging uselessly on the leash Sam had to wrap around him. He kept wandering off and tugging little Castiel around with him, determined to help him feed the ducks.
Dean stopped his war with the leash to glare and pout at Sam the only way a child can.
“Sam, Cas likes it! He told me so!”
Sam sighed and knelt down, letting Castiel’s feet touch the floor and let his wings flutter to the side.
“Cas? Is that true?”
Cas shyly ducked his head. “I like it sometimes but,” he stopped to glare at Dean, his tiny wings ruffling angrily. “Dean! Sometimes you pull too hard an’ it hurts.”
Cas felt his eyes water a little and he burrowed his head into Sam’s jacket. All of Dean’s fight when out of him and he looked helplessly at Sam. Sam pulled a face that looked like he smelled something nasty and also looked like an ‘I-told-you-so’ was on the horizon.
Dean hated when Sam was right.
He shuffled up to his angel and stroked a hand down Cas’ wings before resting on his back. “‘m sorry, Cas. I won’t touch your wings no more.”
Castiel’s head whipped around and glared at Dean. “No!” He blushed and shuffled even closer to Dean so there was very little space between them. “I like when you touch, just don’t tug, ‘kay?”
Dean nodded vigorously and reached around to hug his friend. He laughed when Castiel’s wings fluttered happily and knocked Dean around the ears.
Dean reached for the second harness at the end of Sam’s stupid kid leash and hooked Castiel into the restraint before grabbing his angel’s hand.
He looked up at Sam.
“C’mon, Sammy! Ducks!”
Sam’s mouth was hanging open and he felt the two little monsters in his care tug at the leash.
Cas looked up at him, tugging on his leash. “Come, Sam. Dean and I must provide for the ducklings! It’s the rules.”
Dean grinned and high-fived his friend before they both wrapped pudgy hands around the red harness and pulled. Between the two of them, they managed to get Sam walking towards the lake.
Sam just shook his head, baffled at the strange relationship between the baby angel and Dean. Kids these days.
I DIDN’T THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DIE FROM CUTE BUT THERE YOU GO
I wish I had a telepathic link with Tumblr so I wouldn’t need to type my tags
I just read a fic that described semen as “silver rain” and I don’t know what my life is anymore
#i just squeaked #on the one hand bzuhh this is hot #i like my boys bruised and bloody#on the other hand this is terrifying on a deeply satisfying level #i want the literal doctor cold and driven to the brink of insanity #thrusting his bare hands into the still-beating heart of the monster #(which often it seems is his own self) #i want him stripped of that goddamn sonic screwdriver #i want him battling with his wits; i dont want him to hide behind the technology which refangs him somewhat (but on purpose) #(because if you reduce the doctor to his wits you are in fact unleashing him) #(and remember they literally built a box to hold this monster in) #(you can’t build a securer one than the one he’s already built himself) #i want your vicious unholy abyss stripped clean of the scabs you have carefully cultivatd is what i want #i want you ripping through everything in your way even as you bleed yourself #i want you angry i want you vengeful with the fury of eternity #with the guilt of the massacre of your own flesh and soul that you will enver wash clean #i want you smothered with the blood that has always adorned you #i want you destroyed and destroying #i want eternity reflecting the hollowness within you #i want….. so much and MOFFAT GET THE FUCK OUT SO I CAN HAVE IT BACK AGAIN GODDAMNIT (thymoss)
Rebloging to stare at later
Welcome to the new age
That’s okay though
Mads Mikkelsen dancing
My ovaries went into shock…..
I’ve reblogged this once today already, but FUCK IT.
You know what they say about a man who can dance and how he makes love right? I mean holy shit forever reblog for me as well!
in which will cares too much about animals