The Fridge.

I agree, I would very much like a stick as well; it would be very useful.

i think every gay person should get a monthly stipend for. piercings and such also beverages. and i think every trans person should get to hit people with sticks legally

Start of Chapter six, Sins of the Flesh

Start of chapter four, Sins of the flesh.

Link to Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1281199235-sins-of-the-flesh-chapter-6-castiel-angel-of-the Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/107196657

---- A few calm weeks went by as the temperatures dropped, whatever green was left on the trees shifting to bright fiery colours as they approached the end of October. Winds began to pick up and frost collected on the grass in the early mornings, days shortening as the sun began to lower in the sky earlier and earlier in the evenings. On October 23rd, Dean found himself hunched over a bible, trying to memorize a script for the Sunday sermon, one which his father had always taken very seriously because of the approach of Halloween. John had always been unnecessarily strict about the fact that Halloween was the devil’s work, that ghouls and demons would be invited into your home if you celebrated it. He wasn’t completely incorrect as both a priest and a hunter; many idiots tended to summon things nearing Halloween as a sort of daring and spooky activity, although the celebration itself had no attachment to any sort of gateways, as his father so-called them. Nonetheless, the priest still found himself in the dark of his kitchen, fingers gliding over the same imprints in the paper over and over in a desperate attempt to memorize them all by the 26th. He had, of course, memorized hundreds of passages in the past few years he had been carrying on the family business, but Dean preferred to preach new lectures and teach new things each year instead of simply repeating what he had already said; although there had been a few times he found himself repeating himself when he wasn’t able to think of anything new for that week. Dean barely noticed the passing of time as he worked for hours on his memorization, his mind began to wander as he remembered the happenings only just under four weeks prior; he had heard from Sam that the matricide had continued, and in some sick way, Dean felt guilty for leaving so many people to die. Plagued with guilt and the need to make his father proud, Dean carried on with his memorization and only stopped when Castiel entered the room and lay a gentle hand on his left shoulder. The priest flinched, startled out of his concentration at the sudden touch; he hadn’t even heard Castiel’s footsteps. “Jesus, Cas! Warn a guy before you touch him,” Dean grumbled as he fixed his terrible posture, raising his arms above his head as he stretched. “I apologize, Dean, usually I don’t have to,” Castiel apologized softly as he placed a mug on the table in front of Dean, the thick glass clunking against the table as it was set down. Dean picked up the mug and took a careful sniff of it before taking a sip, his brow creasing in confusion as he recognized the bitter taste of coffee on his tongue. “Why are you giving me coffee so late?” The priest questioned as he set the mug back down, careful not to spill any on his bible. “Late? No, Dean, it’s early. It’s five am,” Castiel informed as he sat down beside his friend at the table and sipped at his own coffee, made with cream and sugar.

My writing process

1. Make myself some coffee 2. Sit down at my desk to write 3. Look for music 4. Make a new playlist 5. Make a pinterest board for that playlist 6. Oh look it’s 3 am and my coffee’s cold. 7. Cry about not being productive 8. Repeat. :)

Because I support y’all and just really like swords- 

reblog if you’re bi, support bi people, or just really like swords

All these decades of riots, the death of so many queer people for a future that was more accepting; yet here we are, still trying to have people realize that just because someone is different than them does not mean they are dirty. This is ridiculous and sad that people are so bored with their own lives they have to bother other people.

TERFs have begun using “hygienic” to mean cis because they’re fucking weirdos who think trans people don’t take baths

I’ve been collecting these screenshots for months to prove my point, this is an actual thing they’re doing and I feel that by now I have enough proof to be making this post. If you see someone calling themselves hygienic in their blog description, that’s what they mean. They mean they’re openly transphobic. And a fucking weirdo who assumes trans people don’t bathe for some reason.

No I’m not censoring the urls, all of these people can go fuck themselves! Block, don’t harass 💙🖤

Candle or flame?

Shall I sit calmly and read in the candlelight, or shall I commit arson instead? No one shall ever know, for I shall never be caught.

Photo from pinterest.

I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and can read 20,000 words per minute. Yes, I'm a genius.

Dr.Spencer Reid; Criminal Minds, season 1 episode 1 - extreme aggressor

Self-introductory

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[Scorpio sun] - [Libra moon] - [Scorpio rising]

[He/him | FTM] - [INTJ] - [Slytherin] - [Autumn] - [Workaholic]

[Writing two books] - [Writes fanfic on the side] - [drinks too much coffee because of it]

My favourite books: 

The blackthorn key series by Kevin Sands

Sherlock Holmes series by Sir.Arthur Conan Doyle

Harry Potter Series (f-ck you J.K.Rowling)

Educated by Tara Westover

The hidden witch by Chandelle LaVaun

Serpent & Dove by Shelby Mahurin

Favourite shows/movies:

The Good Doctor

Sherlock

Criminal Minds

The Big Bang Theory - Young Sheldon

The Imitation game

Supernatural

Ghost Adventures

My blog will mostly be shit posts, information about my characters and books, book recommendations, playlists, and the occasional dark academia mood board. This is a safe space for everyone, unless you disrespect someone’s existence, then you are certainly not welcome.

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Flowers

The fact that so many people have not been bought or brought flowers before saddens me. I had a conversation with a friend and asked if they had ever been bought flowers; despite having multiple previous partners, they said no. It wounds me to know that so many people have never been appreciated in such a way; it doesn’t take much to buy some flowers, or even just pick some from a field, and yet they had never experienced being given flowers by someone they love. Just get your friend(s) or lover(s) some flowers; doesn’t matter where they came from, doesn’t matter their gender or sexual orientation, they’re just flowers. Normalize being human and showing basic affection.

Playlist #1

My personal favourite playlist; I did not make it, I found it on youtube. https://youtu.be/jhX-2wYCjxI