“I think the reason why twentysomethings are so fixated on age is because we feel a pressure to be a certain way at 23, at 25, at 29. There are all of these invisible deadlines with our careers and with love and drinking and drugs. I can’t do coke at 25. I need to be in a LTR at 27. I can’t vomit from drinking at 26. I just can’t! We feel so much guilt for essentially acting our age and making mistakes. We’re obsessed with this idea of being domesticated and having our shit together. It’s kind of sad actually because I don’t think we ever fully get a chance to enjoy our youth. We’re so concerned about doing things “the right way” that we lose any sense of pleasure in doing things the wrong way. Youth may be truly wasted on the young.”—Why Do Twentysomethings Always Feel So Old | Ryan O’Connell (via juneandafter)
It jabs me in the chest. Why? He’s just seen me. He’ll see me tomorrow; we’ll probably spend the evening watching a terrible film or some quiz show on the telly. He sees me every few days, every other weekend. But I know what he means. The piece that’s missing. Why does he tell me this now, why isn’t he afraid (he was afraid, on the roof, in his bed with my hand against his hip)? Her hair tickling his back, her steady breathing on the other side of the bed; his heterosexual future unquestioned, it makes him feel safe. He says these things to me, tears my heart in half (again). Press the keys, compose a response that is not what I mean to say, what I should say, if I let myself think about it.
right in order for dean’s soul from flickering back to hell Bella & Castiel need to form a ‘bond’ between Dean and his soul
guess what kind of bond that is
i bet you can’t guess
“What kind of bond?” Castiel inquired.
“It would be a simple bond, however, to demons and other supernatural creatures it would seem like a marriage bond though Dean never has to be aware of the bond until he can feel it,” Gabriel answered, “and it also does not require an sexual bond between the three of you.”
“Feel it?” Bella whispered, “sex?”
Someone needs to make purposely bad photoshop art for this fic.
“I take great pleasure in announcing to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Castiel Angel,” the vicar proclaimed happily and everyone stood and began to cheer for the smiling couple at the front of the Church.
castiel’s last name
creative Cas bet you thought long and hard on that one nobody will suspect a thing