knowing my fabulous coordination and balance skills, that entire tray would end up in the water within 20 seconds into my bath
Blood spurted from Malfoy’s face and chest as though he had been slashed with an invisible sword. He staggered backward and collapsed onto the waterlogged floor with a great splash, his wand falling from his limp right hand. Slipping and staggering, Harry got to his feet and plunged toward Malfoy, whose face was now shining scarlet, his white hands scrabbling at his blood-soaked chest.
i wonder if there’s an actual heaven and if there’s an actual angel called Castiel up there who’s just like “FOR FUCKS SAKE CAN THESE TEENAGERS STOP CALLING ME”
#but for real though #dean winchester as campfire tale #dean winchester as legend #there’s a human in purgatory #he’s the most beautiful and terrifying thing you’ll ever see #and if you ever see him you should run #dean’s own humanity is a beacon #more like a siren song #the monsters are fascinated and venture closer than they should #and are dashed against his rocks #YOU SHALL LOVE HIM AND DESPAIR
Glad this is going around again. Time for another reblog.
i’m really sorry
This is why you marry your best friend.
ugh. I have to reblog this. I am bound by a code.
this was seriously a struggle not to reblog
lead me to the truth and i’ll follow you with my whole life