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15% Feminism and LGBTQIA+ rights

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Avid DeanCas shipper

Aromantic Asexual

Mostly vulgar and inappropriate

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Reading

Notes From Underground - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Watching

In The Flesh - Season 2
Sherlock - Season 1

Listening To

Breathe Carolina and Panic! At The Disco

Thinking About

Dean and Castiel snuggling in bed and just giggling like absolute dorks

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I'll be at Warped Tour in Ohio on July 17th

I'm going to a P!ATD concert on July 30th

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itsbrittanybutler:

panic! at the disco - pretty. odd. (2008)

itsbrittanybutler:

panic! at the disco - pretty. odd. (2008)




whelvenwings:

prompts by a pair of awesome anons: can you make a soulmate!AU? // can you write a ficlet where dean/cas can’t see in color until they meet the other person?

read it here on AO3 (recommended if you’re on mobile)

It was raining heavily in the darkest hours of the night. Dean Winchester turned up his coat collar against the downpour and sent a quick glance up and down the wide, deserted street, before ducking into a smaller and grimier alley.

People were loitering in doorways, wearing coloured sashes over their clothes. Their whispers as Dean passed by seemed to mimic the steady patter of the rain on the cracked cement pavement. Dean hesitated, then approached a tall, auburn-haired woman glaring at him from her perch on a rickety wooden chair.

“You see red?” she snapped at him, irate, as he ducked under the cover of her porch. Above where the woman was sitting, there was a metal sign which said Naomi’s Place in rusting red letters. Beneath that was a dimly lit oil painting of a forest, mud-splattered and cracked.

“Lower spectrum, up to yellow,” Dean confirmed. He looked the woman over; her skin was smooth, her clothing neat and formal. Her eyes looked grey to Dean; he wondered if they were green, as he’d been told his own were. He looked down at the woman’s sash, which was also washed clean of colour to Dean’s eyes.

“You see blue?” he asked hopefully. The woman, Naomi, shook her head.

“Green,” she said. Dean shrugged. Blues were pretty rare; he hadn’t really expected to find one working here.

“I’ve only got thirty dollars,” he said, twisting the bills in his gloved hands.

Naomi pursed her lips.

“That will only be good for thirty seconds. One fingertip only,” she cautioned, and Dean nodded, swallowing hard around the lump in his throat. He hated this, hated it utterly, but could not keep away. He handed over his payment, and slid his white glove off his left hand. Naomi reached out one finger, and Dean paused before touching the tip of his index finger to hers. He closed his eyes, allowed the shudder of unfamiliar contact to pass. When he opened them, he looked straight at the oil painting behind Naomi.

As he watched, the grey of the trees in the scene started to change. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, light strands of green started to bleed into the leaves; as Dean watched rapturously, they became more and more vibrant, until the whole forest was glowing like an emerald held up to the setting sun – a little dark, but green, definitely green, and so completely beautiful that it took Dean’s breath away –

“That’s all you get,” Naomi said, pulling back. Dean lifted his hand up to his eyes, ostensibly to rub away the slight afterglow that sharing colours often left. If Naomi noticed that his fingers came away wet, she didn’t comment on it.

“Thank you,” Dean said, pulling his glove back on. Naomi nodded curtly, and Dean turned away, disappeared into the rainwashed night.

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anagnori:

Oh, and while we’re talking about sex-repulsed people:

  • It’s okay if you’re sex-repulsed because you have experienced sexual abuse or trauma in your past.
  • It’s okay if you’re sex-repulsed because sex feels painful, uncomfortable or frightening to you.
  • It’s okay if you’re sex-repulsed and there’s no “cause” for it, it’s just how you’ve always been.
  • It’s okay if you feel sex-repulsed sometimes and not repulsed at other times, or if you’ve become more/less sex-repulsed over time.
  • It’s okay to be afraid of sex.
  • It’s okay to think that sex is disgusting.
  • It’s okay to like reading/watching fictional sex but not want it in real life.
  • It’s okay to be repulsed by some sexual things but not by other sexual things.
  • None of the above things make your feelings weird, messed-up or unhealthy.
  • You don’t need to “overcome” your dislike of sex. If you’re happier without sex, then that’s great, you don’t need to change.
  • If you want to become more comfortable with sex, or if you think therapy will help you be happier with yourself, then that’s fine, too.
  • If your partner wants you to do something sexual that you’re not comfortable with, then they’re the one in the wrong, and they need to stop. Your feelings and comfort are important, and you never owe sex to anyone.
  • If your partner wants you to change, or to stop being sex-repulsed or asexual, then they are wrong. You deserve a partner who loves you the way you are, respects your feelings, and doesn’t ask you to change for them.
  • You do not need to be sex-positive, or willing to have sex, in order to be a “healthy” or “normal” asexual person.
  • Some sex-repulsed people aren’t asexual-spectrum. All of the above applies to them, too!
  • Whatever your feelings about sex are, it is perfectly okay to feel the way you do, and there is nothing bad, abnormal or wrong about your feelings.

fourtris-eaton:

he goes from really confused to really “give me that fucking guinea pig” in less than three seconds




I’m a mad Gummi fan. I always have Gummis in my trailer. But you can’t eat too many because then you get Gummi tummy, and that’s no good. I can’t believe I’m saying this. xx

I’m a mad Gummi fan. I always have Gummis in my trailer. But you can’t eat too many because then you get Gummi tummy, and that’s no good. I can’t believe I’m saying this. xx


kitty-ink:

Team Free Will in honour of tonight’s finale, here’s to hoping nobody dies

watercolour and acrylic on watercolour paper

EDIT: see updated version here -spoiler alert-


ralph21721:

fennecwolfox:

sexualdollface:

translikeuswereborntorun:

secretlifeofageekygirl:

Literally the best bromance to ever bromance

I have a lot of feels about turk and jd. Yeah they were both straight but they loved each other and it never was a “no homo” thing. It got pretty homo at times and they embraced it and it didn’t matter. The joke wasn’t that they were gay, it wasn’t even a joke. They had serious friend love for each other and showed it in healthy ways. It showed cis men that were compassionate for each other in a positive way(yeah it got goofy at times but it was a comedy)

Sorry I love scrubs.

That’s the way to bromance

Love scrubs.

pumpkinstealer

dudewheresmypie:

shoejunkie:

imgonnariverdance:

dangergays:

friendly reminder that in psychology school people are taught that anger is a secondary emotion, so next time you make someone mad, remember that it’s because they were originally hurt or upset

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Why does it always lead to this

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Kev + being the most (only?) supportive cupcake with Ian&Mickey (◡‿◡✿)