Read from right to left <———
calling for the last time
caught a glimpse of it through shapeshifting eyes
Old man Dean! And his young man :3
I have a huge soft spot for older Dean/always-young-angel Castiel. There has to be a little bitterness in my curtain stuff. I like the sadness of it, but I also love the idea of Castiel loving Dean no matter how he changes over the years.
I also firmly believe he would be there when Dean dies, and leaves for heaven mere moments after him. lalala you can’t tell me different
#I actually really adore this #Because you know Cas would use bits of his angel mojo to heal Dean’s stiff joints #And Dean would scowl at him and tell him not to baby him #But Cas would do it on the sly #And he never complains about the music in the Impala being played ever louder #He still lies next to Dean in bed at night and traces the outline of his face and the symbols on his ribs #Part of Dean settles with it all #Though he never quite gets over people thinking of Cas as his son #And whenever he does get insecure about being old and his body and his mind not being what they used to be #Cas just smiles and says he doesn’t care #Because he’s always loved Dean’s soul before either of the others #Castiel knows for most of the week before Dean dies that it’s going to happen #And he makes sure to only look sad when Dean can’t see him #So he hands him his coffee over his shoulder #And kisses him #Because by the time he’s come back from hanging out the laundry #Dean will have gone to sleep and won’t wake up #But he smiles because it doesn’t matter #And as Dean takes his first step into Heaven #30 years old again #An angel takes his hand (via inkorstardust)
Sex is not a goddamn performance.
Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.
It should not require confidence.
Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.
Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.
You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.
It’s not about being “good in bed.”
It’s about being happy.
One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.
What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.
Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.
Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.
I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.
I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.
Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.
I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.
“Good in bed,” what.
You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.
Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.
This isn’t a test.
i had to think about this for a minute
and then i cried
I didn’t get it at first.
But then I did get it.
sorry i couldn’t hear you over the sound of me sobbing
I HAVE ALL THESE PHEELS!
I CAN’T HOLD ALL THESE PHEELS
“I hope you can forgive me”
From a plot Minu has in the works~ Where Teddy leaves with the Skrulls instead of staying on Earth.
She mentioned it to me a while back and it stuck in my head.
Until we meet again~