Thinking About The Fact That Pre-hell Dean Slept Shirtless And Post-hell Dean Rarely Wears Anything Less

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if Kripke wanted peace he wouldve given us Destiel confession and canon marriage rather than mere subtext for 11 seasons

You guys think Mr. Kripke wakes up every night in a cold sweat because he feels the violent urge to write SPN the uncensored way it was truly intended

You think he truly wishes for peace

i love the English language 🥹

i love those "americans only know burger" posts cus its true we literally have a word for when something is insignificant or something without value and yeah. its "nothingburger". because whats more worthless than nothing burger....

my sweet pit-maddened summer child

lazarus

also about the whole vessel eugenics thing because im sooo fascinated by it but the way angels and heaven are constantly trying to convince dean to say yes to michael through out season five by saying its his destiny or whatver. like no it isnt. it wasnt foretold that dean would be michaels vessel, hes michaels vessel because heaven meticulously for centuries manipulated his family tree LMFAO like be so fr guys. and whenever someone calls dean "chosen" or whatever like no hes wasnt lmao. hes not just some random guy who HAPPENED to be the perfect weapon for heaven THEY DID THAT ON PURPOSE. its such an interesting take on that kind of storyline its so weird i love it

tag urself im jason

meme redraw for dicks birthday :D

they're everything to me

the worst mall couple imaginable

Why would you kill him like this…

On rainy days, Katsuki aches.

His right knee hurts from when he blew it out on his first solo mission fresh out of U.A. Chasing a sludge villain of all things, how fucking ironic. But, what can he say? He was too over eager and got thrown into the side of building. He shattered the bone and ruptured a tendon. Stupid.

His left elbow screams at him because of that time he sparred with Kirishima. His arm ended up bent in a direction it should not have ever been be able to bend, snapping the bone clean off of his radius (forearm.)

Sometimes, he even has to take out his hearing aides because his ears are too damn sensitive! The material pisses him off and makes his inner ear throb something fierce.

Katsuki’s list of past injuries runs on and on and fucking on. The rain brings them to life and reminds him of all the stupid mistakes he’s made. Or the lives he’s saved. It’s bittersweet, he just wishes he didn’t have to pop ibuprofen like candy on these gloomy, pouring cats and dogs kind of days.

Although, the chronic pain fades into something more bearable when you’re there. When you come in through the front door, shaking the rain from your hair, and lift up a takeout bag of his favorite food with an excited grin.

You start to speak with what Katsuki’s knows is animation, but he points to his ears and shakes his head. No matter, because your face softens and you sign to him instead. It’s clumsy, a bit too quick, and Katsuki’s heart melts each time he sees it.

You learned just for him, after all.

You’ll throw blankets in the dryer to warm them up, change into your comfy clothes, and snuggle up with him on the couch. Devoured and empty food containers litter the coffee table. Katsuki struggles to keep his eyes open under warm blankets and with a full belly. So, you nap.

You’ll even rub all his sore joints if he’s really feeling rough.

So, yeah, on rainy days, Katsuki aches. He throbs and twinges and wishes he could chop his fucking leg off.

But having you by his side to help him through it? He’d raw dog these rainy days if it meant you’d never leave him.

master list

Tim: You know something you two have in common?

Jason: Spite for the ages?

Dick: Crackin’ tits and a fat ass?

Jason: No will to live and yet the inability to die?

Dick: Beauty and grace, like the queen of 50 states?

Tim:

Jason:

Dick:

Tim: I was going to say “an uncanny ability to annoy everyone in this house with ruthless efficiency,” but your answers were… passable.