You Know, Even Though The World's Going To Crap… There's One Thing That I Can Always Count On: These

"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

i need more castiel bots i love him

Castiel unwinds

oh my fucking GOFOFODODOSDDDD

Jensen Ackles | Radio Company Live Concert | Austin, August 20, 2024

me whenever i saw him make out w meg

castiel comes on the screen, and i squeal. that's just how it is, i can't stop that.

reminding myself to set this up so i can finally write some stuff for this account after having it for too long

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jj spent most of his life abused by a man who he thought was his dad, only to be killed by his real one. i’m sorry i will never get over this

whatever you say, baby. whatever. you. say.

my princess

rafe is such an old man .. in terms of pop culture he has no idea what’s going on. he has a phone for business and that’s it 😭 so when you start throwing around phrases like “skibidi rizz” and “that’s so sigma,” just for funsies, he’s beyond confused, staring at you like you’ve grown a third head and are speaking a dead language.

whenever you see something below your standards you casually drawl out “ermmm it’s giving pogue,” and rafe has to remind himself to breath. his response is almost always the same; a deep sigh, eyes narrowed and nose scrunched, as if he’s trying to figure out the code to the queen’s safe. “what the fuck are you even sayin’ right now??” he’s genuinely frustrated, going as far as mumbling about “this generation” and “kids these days.” (this works especially well if we’re talking older!rafe)

some prime examples:

“period”: when he says something that you agree with; “period… what? finish your sentence, what’s the rest of it??”

“touch grass”: when he’s bitching about pogues ruining his plans; “the fuck does that even fucking mean.”

when you keep going he has to physically hold himself back, rubbing his temples as if that’ll help him make sense of it. he’s soooo irritated that you don’t explain what you mean, making him snap on more than one occasion, “the fucks wrong with you. seriously, can you like — speak like a normal person for once.” he hasn’t caught onto the fact that the more he reacts the more you play into it, pushing his buttons and wearing on his patience like it’s the best part of your day.