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
hey i like your shoelaces
thanks i stole them from the president
wtf where are my dads shoelaces
thank god you’re safe
they have me tied up
AsylumWaiting Room of the Big Three.
it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here
Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”
I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE
It got better!
“muttering about domesticity potential”
i like australia because we call things what they are. like what the fuck is a dime? its ten cents. a quarter? do you mean 25 cents we aint doing fractions here we are trying to buy some shit
you mean to tell me america are just starting to colour their money
man you guys are way behind
What is that picture?
Is there a new version of Monopoly out?
THAT’S OUR MONEY YOU INCONSIDERATE FUCKTARD
I present you: Eurovision 2013
this guy would survive in movies
girl i hope you appreciate your boyfriend. he just stood practically on top of a horror movie monster so you could get out of the elevator first. he loves you.
are we going to ignore the actress who got kicked in the face
act like a bitch get slapped like a bitch
GoT - Khal Drogo & Daenerys Targaryen
OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP OTPLKJASDKALJD
this really, really gets to me.
you see the blade up there, with wings. like it’s the savior and an angel coming when we need it the most. the open wrists releases dark emotions and dark powers and dark monsters that’s inside of us, that’s being let out when the angel, the blade, cuts the wrist open and makes it all better.
this photo is just way too powerful not to reblog. everything in this photo makes so much sense
I wanted to do one too