Clicking any Smosh video nowadays (because of that coloured head freak)

The panic had fully set in by the time Nate got to you. His touch was gentle enough to startle you; your shaking hands grabbed for his shirt, taking in fistfuls, pulling him close, doing your best to block out the world and use his body like a shield. "You're okay; I'm here now," Nate reassured, his hands rubbing the expanse of your back slowly; it gave you something to focus on that wasn't the crushing pressure on your lungs. "You need to breathe for me" He grabbed your face pulling your tear-blurred eyes to his, the usual icy gaze you got was warmer, filled with worry and fear. Your breath shook like a leaf in a bad storm, but you managed to get it in your lungs and then out again, his eyes trained on you. "That's it, now do it again, okay" he hummed, his tongue darting out of his mouth, wetting his pale pink lips. You shivered. Your skin felt hot and tight; the heat from Nate's body battled with your own, though it felt like your body couldn't choose a temperature. You hoped having his skin pressed to yours could help you regulate it; you prayed your body would regulate. "No, no, you can't hold your breath like that; hey, keep breathing," Nate reminded. You swallowed; your throat was thick and tight, you felt like you were suffocating. "C'mon, do it for me, okay" Nate tried again, knowing you needed a reason more than yourself. Nate held your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears that spilled from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks; his eyes traced your face searching for a relief that wasn't there. You breathed again, this one easier; the third was like coming up for air after seeing how long you could stay underwater. Your tight muscles released all at once, and you fell into Nate's chest, unsure of when you ended up in his lap. "I've gotcha," he hummed his lips, pressing gently, finding the soft spot under your ear. He rocked back and forth on the floor, one hand rubbing your back, the other cradling the back of your head. "M' sorry," your voice broke. "What are you sorry for?" Nate asked, his whisper laced with genuine confusion. "That I'm so hard to love." Nate paused; your ear was pressed to his neck, you heard him swallow then breathe. "Loving you is the easiest thing to do, like I was made to do it. The real challenge is convincing you you're worth loving."

crowley used the metal tool in season 1 to start time, and we learn that he's used it first to start space. to create the stars -- he still remembers how. he still remembers all of heaven's passwords: in the book crowley is described as an optimist because he has the "utter surety... that the universe would look after him". not god, but the universe. and of course he does: he helped create it and he's looking after it, too.

think about it: aziraphale had a sword, but crowley is about to face satan who wants to destroy the world, and crowley's only weapon is a tool of creation

My salvation my saving grace

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Gk7bQTz by Cheerios_me_lovely With a message sent to the wrong number, trauma nurse Castiel is thrown into another man’s world of domestic abuse. With their only method of contact being through a monitored phone, can Castiel help this poor stranger escape from the clutches of his abusive partner before it’s too late? Words: 1790, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Ellen Harvelle, Gabriel (Supernatural), Alastair (Supernatural), Jack Kline Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Alastair/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Abusive Alastair (Supernatural), Domestic Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Dean Winchester Whump, Protective Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is Jack Kline's Parent, Toddler Jack Kline, Nurse Castiel (Supernatural), Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Slow Burn, Texting, Abusive Relationships, Eventual Smut, Suicidal Thoughts, Aftermath of Violence, Bobby Singer is Dean and Sam Winchester's Parent, Protective Sam Winchester read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Gk7bQTz

They’re judging you

constant dilemma

rip ayda aguefort she's not dead she's just in plot jail for being too powerful and lovely and perfect 💔💔

Don't even look at each other before marriage

Just a bit more about my HC for this lil' guy

First time in my life I am truly alone there is a sense of peace there is a new found appreciation for life. I survived something I almost died and now life is lived with a new set of eyes. Gratitude.

I have so much gratitude what I felt through his voice

If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here today

That vibration gave me strength of an iron will

I felt his music in my soul

the post i reblogged about how there are mature 23 year olds that have degrees and children is so bad. like we have to acknowledge the wealth inequality that leads to these twenty-three year olds to be able to run their lives like that in the first place, they don't have their life together for no reason, they almost certainly had the money and support to get to that point. maturity based off things like kids, college, mortgage is just a thinly veiled echo of capitalism's skewed view on success in life. there are plenty of young poor people with children who you'd just as quickly throw into the immature category

shen-laoshi!!!

Drew this like a few months ago but am still very proud of it! The outfit was inspired by that gorgeous scum villain modern hanfu set by sanfen that I yearn for everyday

Elizabeth Bishop, “Breakfast Song”

Quiet night in for me with the best album to ever album❤️