my sister wanted taylor swift tickets but she knew that mum wouldn’t let her unless she cried so she just read a whole load of fanfics to make herself cry and she’s now sobbing and she just came into my room with tears streaming down her face and slurring speech and went “it’s game time”
guess who’s got tickets to see taylor swift
Someone give this child an award
I’ve waited all year for this post
"It’s December 10th!"
Happy One Year of Watching COMMUNITY To Me!!!
And Merry Happy To All My Fellow Human Beings!
* Also: Happy Human Rights Day! *
i want to know your birthday and your parents jobs and if you ever heard them fighting or having sex and if you love your siblings and the worst fight you’ve ever gotten into and if you like one sibling more than the other and what you wanted to be when you grew up when you were seven and your dream vacation and the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you and if you’ve been to therapy and if it helped and the hardest thing you’ve experienced and how you overcame it and if you like what you see when you look in the mirror and if you think appearances matter in a relationship or at all and your favorite movie and which books changed your life and the hardest you’ve ever cried and which grandparent you loved the most and if the words “we need to talk” make you sick to your stomach and why and which holiday is your favorite and which season and which color and if you like rain and if you’re scared of dying and if you believe in god and if you have allergies and to what and what your favorite food is and restaurant and if you like to cook and whether or not you care about cleanliness and what your political views are and if you’re a feminist and your favorite flower and song and if you’d rather own a cat or a dog and if you’d shave off all your hair to give it to a little girl going through chemotherapy and where you’d like to live and honeymoon and what kind of gum and candy you like and what you act like when you’re mad and if you’d rather someone buy you silver or gold jewelry or neither and what clique you were in in high school and what you think your spirit animal is and which flower you’d be and who you admire and which traits you wish were more dominant and if you ever worry you’re a shitty person and what hurt you the most and why you ever thought you were worthless and how someone can make you feel better when you’re sad and if you prefer hugs or kisses and what your house looks like and what your dream car is and which celebrity you think lives the most tragic life and why you think people become so cold and what you think about nature vs nurture and if you believe in heaven and aliens and mermaids and reincarnation and the bible and which feeling is your least favorite and what was the best day you ever had and what would be the best day and if you see yourself as the protector or one who needs protecting and how you deal with your pain and what you would do if you had 100 million dollars and if you think wealth affects people’s morals and what good you think writing is and if you could do it all over, would you and what would you change and what mistake was your biggest and which language you wish you spoke fluently and how many people you’ve loved and if you loved the person you lost your virginity to and if you realize you’re remarkable and what your enneagram is and how you think we could improve the education system and what you think of people who commit suicide and if you think they’re selfish and what you say to them before they did it if you could and what your favorite memory of your childhood is and how you take your tea or if you prefer coffee and when you last wrote someone a handwritten letter and what the best gift you ever received was and what the best piece of advice was and when the last time you cried was and if you’re competitive about board games and which is your favorite and if you feel pressured to settle down and what you notice first in a person and what your top three pet peeves are and if you have any phobias and what you’ve always wanted to do but don’t have the courage to go through with and what you do when you feel overwhelmingly sad and if you ski and if plastic surgery was 100% safe and painless, would you get it and where and why and where you think home is and if you think politeness is important and what you think of indecisive people and if you think there’s ever a reason to go to war and something that scares you and if you believe in therapy and what you want in life and what you look for in a partner and what you want to change about yourself and about the world and who you want to be and who you are. just tell me who you are.
I’m not much of a praying type, but I prayed to you, Cas, every night.
I DON’T BELIEVE IN MUCH, BUT I BELIEVE IN YOU
Oh God, can we just talk about this a little? Because Dean’s prayers to Cas are everything:
They’re faith, born in the heart of a man who’s made every point how much he doesn’t give a crap about God.
They’re hope, when Dean turns to look, looks around every time, even when chances are small.
They’re a miracle, a childish joy, when he shuts his eyes till they’re all crinkly and then peeks playfully, or just closes them gently, with a soft expression, hoping to open them and find Cas standing there like kids from happy families find presents under a Christmas tree.
They’re a flirtation, a cheeky game of “I know you like me so much that you’ll be here, no matter how much I butcher the ritual and how many times I tell you to get your ass down here”.
They’re intimacy, when Dean’s sitting on his bed alone, or sneaks out in the middle of the night, and even when he’s not alone, because noone can hear what’s really on his mind, only Cas can. They’re something that’s between the two of them, and that belongs to them.
They’re pining, wondering, fearing that things have changed. “Do you still like me better, Cas? Am I still the one you’ll answer, am I still the one who comes first?”
They’re needing. Needing to see him, to hear him, to TELL him, even though Dean’s never thought himself to be good with words. Needing things he’s never thought he’d need from Cas, things he still can hardly bear to admit, even to himself.
They’re understanding. Realising how that he needs to do this, deep it runs, how much this need has seeped into his bones, into his very core.
They’re caring. Worrying, night after night, if he’s still out there, if he’s still himself, if he still IS.
They’re begging. Begging that comes from a man that doesn’t beg, a man that doesn’t give a damn about gifts from God, but who’s so desperate to get something, anything, some kind of sign, that he’s ready to beg, and he’ll do it again, and again.
They’re mourning. Mourning the time when Cas was close by, when things between them were less complicated, when Cas was less broken.
They’re waiting. Day after day, impatiently and patiently, calmly and furiously, but never, never giving up.
They’re loving. Stronger than Dean ever thought he’d love someone who isn’t his blood. Stronger than he could ever imagine he’d love someone who isn’t his kind. Stronger than things that tear them apart. And stronger than silence.