THIS!
#headcanon: they’ve kissed #it was almost the end of the world and they had nothing left so they kissed #but then it wasn’t the end of the…
I don’t know if this is triggering for anyone, but I do talk about abuse, alcoholism, and there are mentions of rape. So if any of these things have a significant emotional impact on you (apart from the decent, human level impact) I’d urge you not to read it.
I was on youtube recently and I…
SO ONCE UPON A TIME, I FIRST MET YOUR DADDY IN HELL WHEN HE RESCUED ME AND BROUGHT ME BACK TO LIFE. THEN WE FELL IN LOVE ON EARTH WHILE WE WERE TRYING TO STOP AN APOCALYPSE THAT ME AND YOUR UNCLE SAM STARTED.
AND THIS IS BY FAR ONE OF THE BEST UNSPOKEN STATEMENTS THIS SHOW HAS EVER MADE (it’s a close race between this and the amulet thing)
THE TRENCHCOAT STANDS FOR A LOT OF THINGS, YOU SEE (or maybe you don’t so let me explain to you)
In other words, “This is how I argue that Destiel, despite Dean’s shittiness to Cas, is canon. Oh and it’s about Dean and Sam too.”
In other OTHER words, “This is how I make everything beautiful again”
WARNING: IT GETS WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER
For the first time, I come to Dean’s defense.
Also I would like to note this early on, that this isn’t a “let’s bash Sam” post. It may seem that way at first, but you’ll understand in the end why that is. But yeah, just to clarify, this is not a hate crime against moose. Moose and I are BFFs.I want to start off by expressing my rage over certain things that transpired throughout the series such as:

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LITERALLY MY LIFE
i need this book, I NEED IT
o my god lemme read this book
WHAT BOOK IS THIS?!
omg I KNOW THE NAME OF THIS BOOK SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT IT IS COS I FORGOT :(
is this looking for alaska
This is paper towns, by John Green. I believe.
Nope. This Looking For Alaska.
Typewriter Series #55 by Tyler Knott Gregson
How would you like me to tell you?
How would you like me to explain
when I try to describe to you how
much I want you? Do I say it with
words, or with long sighs out of my
tired lungs? Do I whisper it or
scream it across the space that should
not be separating us any longer?
Do I kneel down and with hands clasped
together phrase it as a question that
begins with ‘will’ and ends softly
with ‘stay here forever,’ the ‘you’
choked out in between the two halves.
Do I type it or carve it into
my skin so the blood can show you and
the scar forever remind you? Do I
beg or do I swallow it all and hope
that you know the way to see into my
chest, the letters white like bones
in the x-ray of how I am feeling?
Do I sink or do I swim? Which would
show you more, if sinking demands
bravery and swimming requires folly?
Tell me how to tell you and the
telling will be told.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
thepersonalblogofsherlockholmes:
I reblog this everything it comes around
Always reblogging this is Lestrade’s division.
Reblogging forever.
Oh God look at the notes.
THIS IS OUR DIVISION

















