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Naught, naughty Billy.

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“I love you”

Dean looked at Castiel, who was lying against his chest. They just made love a couple of minute ago and were resting in the afterglow.

“I love you too, Cas.” Dean said with a smile.

“No, I love you for so long, Dean, so long.”

Dean frowned at Castiels tone, which…

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It was the dead of the night. Almost complete silence, destroyed, by a full-size bottle of alcohol shattering to pieces. A man drunkily roamed the field with a case of hiccups. His clothes were raggedy and torn, and his hair looked like it never had the proper care in some time. Not to mention either was clean. Though drunk and dazed out of his mind, the man’s eyes showed nothing but pain."Dean…"Stumbling, his legs couldn’t take anymore weight. He collapsed, a wad of whiskey and depression. The man gasped loudly, eyes blood-shot. Like if he was remembering something. “Dean. I could have saved you…” He trembled hard, trying to swallow the lump of guilt in his throat."I… I can’t live like this… now that you are gone…" Negative thoughts swam in his mind, and he clutched the brittle grass in his palms. Hot tears stung his eyes, but this time, he didn’t hold back. He threw his head back, letting out huge, bellowing shrieks and gargled sobs. Tears streamed down like a waterfall, before the man finally stopped.From the release of emotion, the helpless man was still trembling.Yet, he spotted a shard of his bottle that was carelessly tossed onto the ground. Just moments ago. He grasped the grass so tight that the strands just ripped off. He didn’t want it to come to this… yet he had no choice.The man snatched the shard and menacingly pointed the jagged edge to his throat. Just ghosting over his goose-bumped skin. His breathing was hoarse. He couldn’t imagine himself doing this, yet the guilt was too much. “I gripped you tight and raised you from peridition. Yet I can’t even save you this one time…” Another round of tears poured down, however, the man continued. “My name is Castiel. And I made myself home to the Winchesters…” Castiel gripped the shard tighter, not caring about it slicing into his sweaty palm."Dean Winchester… I’m coming." SLICE!Castiel’s corpse fell to the grassy field, spasming and choking on his own blood. The white-hot pain was unbearable, yet he prefered this than the one he had been suffering. In a few agonizing seconds, Castiel’s body went cold and limp.…"Cas!" Dean ran all around town, searching for the ex-angel. Worry and negative thoughts ran through his mind of what could have happened. Shaking his head, in order to clear his mind, Dean continued. "I have to tell him I’m alive…" With a blink, he flashed his demon eyes, pitch black with no mercy. Then with another, it went back to his normal, fanfiction-green eyes. Hours passed, yet the Winchester never gave up. He came upon a grassy field, and scanned the landscape quickly for any signs of life. Castiel’s life. “Cas?” Dean cocked his head once his eyes landed on a body laid on the grass. Slowly walking toward it, more and more of Dean’s expectations became true. First, his trench coat. He hadn’t worn it in… forever. Then, the broken remains of the alcohol bottle. Dean swalloed hard. He was binge-drinking. It became much clearer to how much the human missed him. Finally, the blood.That snapped Dean. He raced by Cas’ side, knowing he had been injured. “Cas!” He screamed, shaking the corpse hard. It wasn’t moving. Dean checked his pulse. There was none. “No! Don’t do this to me, Cas!” Dean caught sight of the clutched shard in his hand. The glass piece bit into Cas’ cold hand, and stuck there. Dean’s eyes widened. They became filled with salty tears in a matter of seconds, as he held his perished friend. “CASTIEL!” He threw his head back and shieked, however, never let go of his friend. Whimpering and sobbing, Dean gave his friend another squeeze. "I’m here Cas…" Dean nuzzled his red-nose close to his ear, like if he stilll would be able to listen."I never left… now please don’t go…"
— Predator-In-Da-Night  (via deviantart)

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(Btw I’m Predator-In-Da-Night… GUILTY!~)
Be sure to check out more of Wind-Up-Owl’s work, and if you like my writing prompts, I will be commenting more of them! But I must warn thou…. I STRIKE WITHOUT FALTER LIKE THE SHARPEST HAWK *typing intensifies* rerak-sketchbook:

It was the dead of the night. Almost complete silence, destroyed, by a full-size bottle of alcohol shattering to pieces. A man drunkily roamed the field with a case of hiccups. His clothes were raggedy and torn, and his hair looked like it never had the proper care in some time. Not to mention either was clean. Though drunk and dazed out of his mind, the man’s eyes showed nothing but pain."Dean…"Stumbling, his legs couldn’t take anymore weight. He collapsed, a wad of whiskey and depression. The man gasped loudly, eyes blood-shot. Like if he was remembering something. “Dean. I could have saved you…” He trembled hard, trying to swallow the lump of guilt in his throat."I… I can’t live like this… now that you are gone…" Negative thoughts swam in his mind, and he clutched the brittle grass in his palms. Hot tears stung his eyes, but this time, he didn’t hold back. He threw his head back, letting out huge, bellowing shrieks and gargled sobs. Tears streamed down like a waterfall, before the man finally stopped.From the release of emotion, the helpless man was still trembling.Yet, he spotted a shard of his bottle that was carelessly tossed onto the ground. Just moments ago. He grasped the grass so tight that the strands just ripped off. He didn’t want it to come to this… yet he had no choice.The man snatched the shard and menacingly pointed the jagged edge to his throat. Just ghosting over his goose-bumped skin. His breathing was hoarse. He couldn’t imagine himself doing this, yet the guilt was too much. “I gripped you tight and raised you from peridition. Yet I can’t even save you this one time…” Another round of tears poured down, however, the man continued. “My name is Castiel. And I made myself home to the Winchesters…” Castiel gripped the shard tighter, not caring about it slicing into his sweaty palm."Dean Winchester… I’m coming." SLICE!Castiel’s corpse fell to the grassy field, spasming and choking on his own blood. The white-hot pain was unbearable, yet he prefered this than the one he had been suffering. In a few agonizing seconds, Castiel’s body went cold and limp.…"Cas!" Dean ran all around town, searching for the ex-angel. Worry and negative thoughts ran through his mind of what could have happened. Shaking his head, in order to clear his mind, Dean continued. "I have to tell him I’m alive…" With a blink, he flashed his demon eyes, pitch black with no mercy. Then with another, it went back to his normal, fanfiction-green eyes. Hours passed, yet the Winchester never gave up. He came upon a grassy field, and scanned the landscape quickly for any signs of life. Castiel’s life. “Cas?” Dean cocked his head once his eyes landed on a body laid on the grass. Slowly walking toward it, more and more of Dean’s expectations became true. First, his trench coat. He hadn’t worn it in… forever. Then, the broken remains of the alcohol bottle. Dean swalloed hard. He was binge-drinking. It became much clearer to how much the human missed him. Finally, the blood.That snapped Dean. He raced by Cas’ side, knowing he had been injured. “Cas!” He screamed, shaking the corpse hard. It wasn’t moving. Dean checked his pulse. There was none. “No! Don’t do this to me, Cas!” Dean caught sight of the clutched shard in his hand. The glass piece bit into Cas’ cold hand, and stuck there. Dean’s eyes widened. They became filled with salty tears in a matter of seconds, as he held his perished friend. “CASTIEL!” He threw his head back and shieked, however, never let go of his friend. Whimpering and sobbing, Dean gave his friend another squeeze. "I’m here Cas…" Dean nuzzled his red-nose close to his ear, like if he stilll would be able to listen."I never left… now please don’t go…"
— Predator-In-Da-Night  (via deviantart)

 Hi guys!:) Wind-Up-Owl posted my comment on one of her pictures on Tumblr! She is awesome! :D
I reblogged this because I adore how users love my work, though it is only for one comment, and how they love to be able to spread it around!
(Btw I’m Predator-In-Da-Night… GUILTY!~)
Be sure to check out more of Wind-Up-Owl’s work, and if you like my writing prompts, I will be commenting more of them! But I must warn thou…. I STRIKE WITHOUT FALTER LIKE THE SHARPEST HAWK *typing intensifies*

rerak-sketchbook:

It was the dead of the night. Almost complete silence, destroyed, by a full-size bottle of alcohol shattering to pieces. A man drunkily roamed the field with a case of hiccups. His clothes were raggedy and torn, and his hair looked like it never had the proper care in some time. Not to mention either was clean. Though drunk and dazed out of his mind, the man’s eyes showed nothing but pain.
"Dean…"
Stumbling, his legs couldn’t take anymore weight. He collapsed, a wad of whiskey and depression. The man gasped loudly, eyes blood-shot. Like if he was remembering something. “Dean. I could have saved you…” He trembled hard, trying to swallow the lump of guilt in his throat.
"I… I can’t live like this… now that you are gone…" Negative thoughts swam in his mind, and he clutched the brittle grass in his palms. Hot tears stung his eyes, but this time, he didn’t hold back. He threw his head back, letting out huge, bellowing shrieks and gargled sobs. Tears streamed down like a waterfall, before the man finally stopped.
From the release of emotion, the helpless man was still trembling.
Yet, he spotted a shard of his bottle that was carelessly tossed onto the ground. Just moments ago. He grasped the grass so tight that the strands just ripped off. He didn’t want it to come to this… yet he had no choice.
The man snatched the shard and menacingly pointed the jagged edge to his throat. Just ghosting over his goose-bumped skin. His breathing was hoarse. He couldn’t imagine himself doing this, yet the guilt was too much. “I gripped you tight and raised you from peridition. Yet I can’t even save you this one time…” Another round of tears poured down, however, the man continued. “My name is Castiel. And I made myself home to the Winchesters…” Castiel gripped the shard tighter, not caring about it slicing into his sweaty palm.
"Dean Winchester… I’m coming." 
SLICE!
Castiel’s corpse fell to the grassy field, spasming and choking on his own blood. The white-hot pain was unbearable, yet he prefered this than the one he had been suffering. In a few agonizing seconds, Castiel’s body went cold and limp.

"Cas!" Dean ran all around town, searching for the ex-angel. Worry and negative thoughts ran through his mind of what could have happened. Shaking his head, in order to clear his mind, Dean continued. "I have to tell him I’m alive…" With a blink, he flashed his demon eyes, pitch black with no mercy. Then with another, it went back to his normal, fanfiction-green eyes. 
Hours passed, yet the Winchester never gave up. He came upon a grassy field, and scanned the landscape quickly for any signs of life. Castiel’s life. “Cas?” Dean cocked his head once his eyes landed on a body laid on the grass. Slowly walking toward it, more and more of Dean’s expectations became true. First, his trench coat. He hadn’t worn it in… forever. Then, the broken remains of the alcohol bottle. Dean swalloed hard. He was binge-drinking. It became much clearer to how much the human missed him. Finally, the blood.
That snapped Dean. He raced by Cas’ side, knowing he had been injured. “Cas!” He screamed, shaking the corpse hard. It wasn’t moving. Dean checked his pulse. There was none. “No! Don’t do this to me, Cas!” Dean caught sight of the clutched shard in his hand. The glass piece bit into Cas’ cold hand, and stuck there. Dean’s eyes widened. They became filled with salty tears in a matter of seconds, as he held his perished friend. “CASTIEL!” He threw his head back and shieked, however, never let go of his friend. Whimpering and sobbing, Dean gave his friend another squeeze. 
"I’m here Cas…" Dean nuzzled his red-nose close to his ear, like if he stilll would be able to listen.
"I never left… now please don’t go…"

— Predator-In-Da-Night  (via deviantart)

Hi guys!:) Wind-Up-Owl posted my comment on one of her pictures on Tumblr! She is awesome! :D I reblogged this because I adore how users love my work, though it is only for one comment, and how they love to be able to spread it around! (Btw I’m Predator-In-Da-Night… GUILTY!~) Be sure to check out more of Wind-Up-Owl’s work, and if you like my writing prompts, I will be commenting more of them! But I must warn thou…. I STRIKE WITHOUT FALTER LIKE THE SHARPEST HAWK *typing intensifies*
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It is the year 2046. The time has come for the annual Blog Inspection. Armed android wardens begin to arrive at the homes of the country’s prisoners who were once called citizens. A warden knocks on a ramshackle door. It is answered by an old man, bedraggled, starving, weary. The robotic guard’s abdominal display screen flickers to life with the image of a popular post on tumblr. “This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once,” intones the android. Fear enters the man’s eyes. He has not reblogged this post. He shrieks and, with one fell motion, blasts a hole into the android’s head with his laser magnum. Everyone in the neighborhood watches on in horror as the man, calling for liberation, is tackled by dozens of androids. His screams die with the buzz of plasma spears. There is no freedom. This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once. Everyone’s.

are you okay there

E V E R Y O N E

NO CHANCES TAKEN


 Damn…

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unscinfinity:

expert-jumper:

It is the year 2046. The time has come for the annual Blog Inspection. Armed android wardens begin to arrive at the homes of the country’s prisoners who were once called citizens. A warden knocks on a ramshackle door. It is answered by an old man, bedraggled, starving, weary. The robotic guard’s abdominal display screen flickers to life with the image of a popular post on tumblr. “This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once,” intones the android. Fear enters the man’s eyes. He has not reblogged this post. He shrieks and, with one fell motion, blasts a hole into the android’s head with his laser magnum. Everyone in the neighborhood watches on in horror as the man, calling for liberation, is tackled by dozens of androids. His screams die with the buzz of plasma spears. There is no freedom. This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once. Everyone’s.

are you okay there

E V E R Y O N E

NO CHANCES TAKEN

Damn…

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Whenever your faith in people is lost, remember these pictures.

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People are still good. For some reason the negativity is all we pay attention to, but there are still good things happening in the world. We just need to be reminded of that once in a while.

I can only hope for such a day when humanity becomes like this. Not just a few and far between group of people, but everyone.
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amroyounes:

Whenever your faith in people is lost, remember these pictures.

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People are still good. For some reason the negativity is all we pay attention to, but there are still good things happening in the world. We just need to be reminded of that once in a while.

I can only hope for such a day when humanity becomes like this. Not just a few and far between group of people, but everyone.
princekirai:

mandopony:

castielcampbell:

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amroyounes:

Whenever your faith in people is lost, remember these pictures.

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People are still good. For some reason the negativity is all we pay attention to, but there are still good things happening in the world. We just need to be reminded of that once in a while.

I can only hope for such a day when humanity becomes like this. Not just a few and far between group of people, but everyone.
princekirai:

mandopony:

castielcampbell:

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amroyounes:

Whenever your faith in people is lost, remember these pictures.

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People are still good. For some reason the negativity is all we pay attention to, but there are still good things happening in the world. We just need to be reminded of that once in a while.

I can only hope for such a day when humanity becomes like this. Not just a few and far between group of people, but everyone.
princekirai:

mandopony:

castielcampbell:

the-more-u-know:

amroyounes:

Whenever your faith in people is lost, remember these pictures.

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People are still good. For some reason the negativity is all we pay attention to, but there are still good things happening in the world. We just need to be reminded of that once in a while.

I can only hope for such a day when humanity becomes like this. Not just a few and far between group of people, but everyone.
princekirai:

mandopony:

castielcampbell:

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amroyounes:

Whenever your faith in people is lost, remember these pictures.

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People are still good. For some reason the negativity is all we pay attention to, but there are still good things happening in the world. We just need to be reminded of that once in a while.

I can only hope for such a day when humanity becomes like this. Not just a few and far between group of people, but everyone.
princekirai:

mandopony:

castielcampbell:

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amroyounes:

Whenever your faith in people is lost, remember these pictures.

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People are still good. For some reason the negativity is all we pay attention to, but there are still good things happening in the world. We just need to be reminded of that once in a while.

I can only hope for such a day when humanity becomes like this. Not just a few and far between group of people, but everyone.
princekirai:

mandopony:

castielcampbell:

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amroyounes:

Whenever your faith in people is lost, remember these pictures.

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People are still good. For some reason the negativity is all we pay attention to, but there are still good things happening in the world. We just need to be reminded of that once in a while.

I can only hope for such a day when humanity becomes like this. Not just a few and far between group of people, but everyone.

princekirai:

mandopony:

castielcampbell:

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amroyounes:

Whenever your faith in people is lost, remember these pictures.

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People are still good. For some reason the negativity is all we pay attention to, but there are still good things happening in the world. We just need to be reminded of that once in a while.

I can only hope for such a day when humanity becomes like this. Not just a few and far between group of people, but everyone.

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i really hate seeing children at gay rallies. in most cases, they don’t understand what they’re doing and what they’re promoting. i think most children are pressured into going to gay rallies by their parents and, therefore, pressured into believing in gay marriage. 

i really hate seeing children in churches. in most cases, they don’t understand what they’re doing and what they’re promoting. i think most children are pressured into going to churches by their parents and, therefore, pressured into believing in a magic man in the sky who will send them to hell if they touch themselves or eat shrimp.

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This is from the slut walk. One of the arguments is that girls ask for rape because they wear slutty clothes, short skirts, tight, low-cut tops. This girl is an example of the fact that rape victims can look like anyone, you, me, this girl. Rapists. Dont. Discriminate.

I promised a long time ago that I’d reblog this whenever I saw it on my dash. No regrets, it breaks my heart every single time.

an incredibly important message, rape is rape. no one is ever asking for it. a woman has the right to dress how ever they want - it is society that identifies risque dressing as ‘asking for it’, and in my opinion, that way of thinking needs to be diminished.

Seriously if you see this and don’t reblog it, I have NO respect for you

Everyone should re-blog this.  YES, IT IS THAT IMPORTANT! 

soulraped:

s0mething-rad:

fuckyeahrainbowhair:

fallingfate:

rapeculturemakesmeangry:

This is from the slut walk. One of the arguments is that girls ask for rape because they wear slutty clothes, short skirts, tight, low-cut tops. This girl is an example of the fact that rape victims can look like anyone, you, me, this girl. Rapists. Dont. Discriminate.

I promised a long time ago that I’d reblog this whenever I saw it on my dash. No regrets, it breaks my heart every single time.

an incredibly important message, rape is rape. no one is ever asking for it. a woman has the right to dress how ever they want - it is society that identifies risque dressing as ‘asking for it’, and in my opinion, that way of thinking needs to be diminished.

Seriously if you see this and don’t reblog it, I have NO respect for you

Everyone should re-blog this.  YES, IT IS THAT IMPORTANT! 

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Let’s make Mitch in lederhosen the most reblogged picture on tumblr