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joannaharvelle:

i pledge allegiance to my dad, for teaching me everything he knows.

joannaharvelle:

i pledge allegiance to my dad, for teaching me everything he knows.


alaynestone:

#but this shot is forever one of my faves #he’s so arrogant. thinks he’s won. thinks he’s tricked her again #and you can see that split second where he goes ‘oh shit’ and realizes he’s not playing with a simplistic pawn #this is a queen dick who will stab herself just to make you panic so she can slide a dagger through your ribs and put you under

alaynestone:

#but this shot is forever one of my faves #he’s so arrogant. thinks he’s won. thinks he’s tricked her again #and you can see that split second where he goes ‘oh shit’ and realizes he’s not playing with a simplistic pawn #this is a queen dick who will stab herself just to make you panic so she can slide a dagger through your ribs and put you under


Oblivion | Supernatural



siterlas:

It’s not that Castiel isn’t scared, but he is used to feeling scared. Purgatory sands you down to your bare bones, and for Castiel the barest bones have been these: fear, survival, and Dean. I know you can hear me, you son of a bitch, as Castiel guts what used to be a demon. Cas, you just keep on truckin’, we’re coming for you, as a monster long extinct on earth sinks its claws into his shoulders. When Dean’s prayers resound this clearly, it’s time to move on and move faster. He’s too close. The Leviathans have set all the creatures of this world on him, and the only reason Castiel hasn’t succumbed to them is that he knows they’ll go after Dean if there’s no angel to chase. It’s almost ceremonial; he is as the White Stag of legend, forever uncatchable, portent of transgression and trial. The point is not to win but to perpetuate the hunt. Castiel wanders this world, fueled by repentance and bull-headedness and a particular brand of hopelessness that feels too much like love. It’s not quite the mark of Cain, but then again, Cain only killed one brother.

As far as prayers go, Dean’s are terrible - a mix of anecdotal updates, rambling reminiscence, berating, and pleas. He prays the way people use the telephone. There is nothing divine or theological about it. It is only one person trying to reach another, and perhaps that’s why it works. It’s one person reminding himself why this matters, and thus reminding them both.

Sometimes Castiel finds excuses to stay close - he needs to rest, he needs to heal, he needs to hear Dean’s voice, please, just for tonight, and tomorrow he promises himself to go as far as he can for as long as he can. For now, Dean’s prayers unfold in his mind like old letters in familiar script. Cas, do you remember that time in Maine when we— and yes, of course he remembers. (Smell of whiskey, flicker of grace, and Dean, proximate and bright.)

Cas, if you’re out there, answer me. Cas.

The whole point is remembering. It’s the one thing Castiel allows himself to keep.


fuckyeahtattoos:

THE MERMAID
A mermaid found a swimming lad,Picked him for her own,Pressed her body to his body,Laughed; and plunging downForgot in cruel happinessThat even lovers drown.William Butler Yeats
my dad used to give me a lot of poetry books and this is by far one of my favorites. It was pretty when i was little, but it means so much more now.
done at Sting Ray Tattoo in Allston, MA
done by george motta, who’s awesome.

fuckyeahtattoos:

THE MERMAID

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.

William Butler Yeats

my dad used to give me a lot of poetry books and this is by far one of my favorites. It was pretty when i was little, but it means so much more now.

done at Sting Ray Tattoo in Allston, MA

done by george motta, who’s awesome.



whenbrothersbreak:

#this is my favorite #because they look like they’re holding hands #and having a very serious conversation about something #and Dean is excited #and Sam is just humoring him cause he knows he’ll get his way

whenbrothersbreak:

#this is my favorite #because they look like they’re holding hands #and having a very serious conversation about something #and Dean is excited #and Sam is just humoring him cause he knows he’ll get his way


reekrhymes:

Margaery’s kindness had been unfailing, and her presence changed everything. Her ladies welcomed Sansa as well. It had been so long since she had enjoyed the company of other women, she has almost forgotten how pleasant it could be.

#can we just talk about the juxtaposition of these two? #we have sansa whose head has been so full of songs and stories that she just got to expecting her life to turn out that way #and even knowing that it could not she hoped for it and wished that it could be that way #because the stories just sounded so good to her#the handsome men and the love and the beauty of everything #sansa wants to be a woman like this as badly as the men want to be the strong warriors #she is sucked into this supposedly perfect archetype and is brutally hurt when she finds out that she can’t achieve it #BUT MARGAERY #margaery is so much more aware so much earlier #yes she’s older but she has been playing her entire life #she is married to a man she does not love #who there is no chance for her to love since her is in love with her brother #and this doesn’t bother her at all. she’s playing by marrying renly. not for renly. not for loras. #she’s playing for HERSELF #get a baby have the heir become the queen #renly is weak in so many ways renly needs guidance margaery can puppet him she can win #then she casts renly off like a winter coat and settles in with joffery but she can’t puppet him so BOOM he has to go #she doesn’t want love or a knight she doesn’t even want a man #she wants to play and play and play and cast off pawns in her wake and WIN #she is the women of new stories #and sansa latches onto her #maybe this is a kind of woman she can learn to be