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“Shit Cas does when not with the Winchesters” 

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I thought this was really from the show

And then he wades fully clothed into the ocean and stands up to his waist in the water, suit sopping wet. Angels need days off too!

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holy fuck cas stop

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No.

Cosplaying: you’re doing it right.

THIS IS LITERALLY THE CUTEST THING EVER AND IT GETS AN AUTOMATIC REBLOG EVERY TIME

THIS FANDOM

THIS IS A COSPLAY I THOUGHT IT WAS MISHA WHAT

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He described himself as a “Professional Muse,” which caused me to laugh a bit. But he wasn’t smiling: “I give people guidance,” he said, “I’m going now to meet my first client of the new year.”

I didn’t want to ask more questions, because some things are better left a mystery.

Jesus christ.

Can this man please be a character.

There was no contract, no one ever hired him, no fees were ever discussed. He simply arrived when needed and left when he wished.

The bag was empty.

Yet when he sauntered in (never knocking, never needing anyone to unlock the door and always knowing exactly how to navigate the house he’d just entered), setting his fedora on the coat-rack that was there regardless of whether there had been one before his entrance or not and straightening his fur lined coat with a flourish of his gloved hands THEY were suddenly there.

The words, the notes, the design, whatever it was his new client needed, like a glorious flood, and all they had to do was be fast enough to catch them as they crashed about their minds.

And it was then, and only then, as his client would rush around in euphoria, CREATING.

Only then did he smile.

It was soft and easily reached his eyes as he sat sipping the tea that had not been there a moment before, watching as they worked, chuckling lightly as they frantically scrabbled to find their favorite pen or the charger or paint brush.

Then - after minutes, or hours, or days, and whether his new client was finished or not - he would quietly stand.

Cross the room to his bag.

And snap it shut.

With one final nod he would place his hat back on his head (the coat-rack vanishing if it had not been there to begin with) and calmly saunter out just the way he had come.

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A while ago whilst watching supernatural, I began to wonder about the burning-on-the-ceiling deaths and why on earth their stomachs bled, which then led to to the possible horrifying conclusion that the women targeted may have been pregnant at the time.

John and Mary had a baby but you never know, they could have accidentally made another

The woman who narrowly escaped this fate was part of a new family with a new baby and again there’s the possibility.

Finally there’s Jess, her and Sam would have had a sexual relationship and again there could have been a small moose growing in her tummy.

Obviously if this even a possibility the pregnancy would be just starting and unknown to the mother and father, but it would explain the whole bloody stomach thing

Or this may just be me putting more pain into an already painful situation

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Okay but what if Sam thought of that too.

What if she planned to tell Sam when they got back? What if Sam already knew but pretended not to? Maybe..just maybe.. there was a excited Daddy to be, waiting for the moment where he can tell his son the heroic stories of the man he was named after… maybe, if Jess hadn’t died. In just a few years, Sam would be telling bed time stories to little Dean John Winchester.

While all of this is sad as all fuck, I just need to add one thing: Dean John Winchester is a terrible name. Sam would not Harry Potter his kid.

At first I was really really sad.. Then I laughed.

1. Don’t try to piss quietly. Nobody in a public restroom thinks you’re knitting in your stall. They came to piss, just like you. And if you have to take a dump, do it. Get over your fear of public toilets. It’ll make life a lot easier.

2. Masturbate. Masturbate a lot. Talk about it with your friends. You’ve got the right to make yourself feel good and brag about it just like all the boys with extra large kleenex packages on their desks.

3. If you want the large fries, get the large fries. Hunger and appetite are nothing to be ashamed of, just human. Don’t ever feel guilty for eating in front of others. You need to nourish your body to stay alive. We all do.

4. Laugh as loud as you have to, no matter if you snort or gasp or literally scream.

5. Fart when you have to.

6. Always remember you weren’t born to visually please others. Forget the phrase “what if they think it’s ugly”. If you think it’s lovely, it is lovely. You wanna wear it, wear it!

7. Speak your mind! You can learn to do so without insulting others or shoving your opinion down other people’s throats.

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