abandonedbyheaven:

carryonthefamilybusiness:

Since convention tickets are so expensive, myself and abandonedbyheaven have taken to multiple different ways to earn the money. One of the ways is these t-shirts. Because seriously, who doesn’t love Supernatural shirts?

All shirts are shipped to YOU. We will not know your address, billing information or anything. It’s not a scam. All we want is to make it to NJcon 2015.

For the initial shirt the link is: here
For the Blame Metatron shirt the link is: here

This would be helping us out greatly while getting something in return! Anyone who purchases one of the shirts, we will forever be grateful to.

She did not mention that we made them super reasonable in price. The average price of a supernatural shirt is $35, but ours equal that COMBINED! Our goal is 250 shirts (125 of each), BUT IF WE GO OVER THAT GOAL, you will still be able to purchase one. Help us out? We love you guys.

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Platonic cuddling (◕‿◕✿)

Platonic nose/forehead/cheek kisses (◕ω◕✿)

Platonic affection between characters ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* \(◕ω◕✿)/ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

boundinwolfsbane:

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        “———why? That’s a little negative.”  

     “The world is ending. Sorry I’m not shittin’ rainbows.”

boundinwolfsbane:

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         ”I haven’t even said it yet.”

     “I don’t think ‘m gonna like it anyway.”

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                        “—No.”

thedyingembers:

"Sorry-" Cas mumbled, quickly slipping into the room. "Looks like I woke you again huh?" He chuckled softly, padding across the room to find Dean a bottle of water.

"I missed you too." The exangel smiled, settling himself on the edge of Dean’s bed, offering him the bottle.

     Shuffling into a sitting position, Dean huffed
      an affirmative. “S’not a big deal. Been sleep
      since sometime yesterday. Had to get up.”
      Slinking down the mattress, his fingers closed
      around the water bottle, humming in thanks
      before collapsing back down onto the bed
      face first. “th’k you.”



thedyingembers whispered:

""Dean- Dean are you in?""

     “S’open, Casanova.”
      The hunter flipped over, groaning in
      distaste to be up for any reason. He
      would never complain over his visits,
      but he’d always managed to catch
      him in a hangover; or worse.
    “Gimme a second, and water. Missed you.”

bECAUSE YOU SAID NO ONE LOOK. SO I WAS LOOKING. iwasbeingarebel.

thisiswhywecan’thavenicethingspillow!

[STARES AT UNFLINCHINGLY]

why are you STARING AT ME?

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