hi I'm lights. I like cowboys and lesbians. castiel makes me happy. uriel may be the funniest angel in the garrison, but castiel is the smoothest.


chubdean:

ARE YOU EVER JUST SITTING THERE AND YOU GET OVERWHELMINGLY ANGRY BECAUSE CASTIEL COULD HAVE BEEN IN SO MANY EPISODES THIS SEASON, BUT HE WASN’T.  THEY PROMISED ME REGULAR CHARACTER CASTIEL AND I GOT SPECIAL GUEST CASTIEL AT BEST I WAS ROBBED OF THE CASTIEL FOR NO GOOD REASON AND I AM ANGRY 

tittily:

tittily:

are you guys really going to make me blacklist the word ‘metaphor’ are you really

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i hate everything u choose to be

thighholstered:

ok on one hand yes to romantic charlie/deanna because yes always to more femslash but also

queerplatonic nonsexual charlie/deanna getting a bit tipsy when they’re marathoning the star wars prequel trilogy and maybe they get bored halfway through episode II and maybe they start making out and groping each other on the couch and then maybe they start laughing hysterically because it’s just not there nope. it’s so awkward.

deanna unglues her lips wetly from charlie’s cheek and exclaims somewhat despairingly “let’s not do this again. actually let’s never speak of this again.” and charlie looks kind of bewildered because she thought for sure her and deanna could be that, too, but nope. nothing. neither can believe that they thought that was a good idea. abort mission. they have even less sexual chemistry than anakin skywalker and senator amidala rolling around and laughing uproariously and somewhat scriptedly in the grass on the tv screen.

and now deanna can’t stop giggling because she just put her tongue in charlie’s mouth.

"I’m Stannis. I hate sunshine. When did gum get so fancy? This escalator goes too fast."
- Stannis Baratheon, A Clash of Kings (via incorrectgotquotes)

Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere. I can tell already you think I’m the dragon, that would be so like me, but I’m not. I’m not the dragon. I’m not the princess either.Who am I?

can you picture deanna coming down the stairs in red sky at morning in a slinky green cocktail dress, and bela looks her over approvingly, and tells her, “when this is all over, we should really have angry sex”

and the way deanna’s jaw would just drop

i don’t think she’d even be able to get out ‘don’t objectify me,’ she’d just keep stuttering for awhile

thighholstered:

deanna being protective of women (✿ ♥‿♥) like in “houses of the holy” she catches that guy trying to assault his date and deanna slams his face against the steering wheel and digs her nails into his eyes.

he drives off an she speeds after him tapping her fingers on the wheel and chewing her lip raw as she’s thinking about all the ways she could put as much fear into him as he did to that girl, wondering if she should kill him quickly or slowly or just leave him for the authorities.

and then a rubber screech and a metal pole and the sould of shattering glass takes the decision out of her hands.

thighholstered replied to your post: i bet deanna would be so envious of jo…

CAN YOU IMAGINE THEir cute bickering when jo joins them on a case and they probably wind up sleeping on the only bed together because jo told deanna the chair would kill her back.

deanna would be so grumpy about it! and jo would roll her eyes and wriggle under the covers. “don’t be such a baby, deanna, this bed is huge.”

they’d wake up spooning, their legs tangled together, and deanna would just think oh shit

i bet deanna would be so envious of jo

because jo has a mother, and she’s always had one, and ellen is such a presence in jo’s life. and deanna misses that so much — or rather, misses what she imagines it would be like, to have a mother, to talk about mom things with, who doesn’t look away and grunt when she cries and who would brush her hair and braid it

and of course jo envies deanna just as much, because to jo, deanna is free to go off and have adventures and save the day and never gets told “you can’t come, you’re just a girl”

but they would also be like the greatest friends? and so, so, so happy to see each other when they cross paths, because sometimes you just need another lady hunter to commiserate with.