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Breaking Bad (2008-2013) → 4.06 "Cornered"

#damnit now i have to watch the remix

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society if both charlie and kelly survived and were forced to hang out because they’re dean and cas’s respective best friends. rowena is also there because i think she may actually be sam’s best friend

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shows should have 22 episodes a season again where half of them are low stakes silly fun shit happening. this i believe with my whole heart

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tumblr i have been here for almost a decade

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Safest hunter in the world

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desert [1.3k] (ao3) Part of the Shameless series!

Sweat gathers in the hollow of Dean’s throat, collecting in a pool that feels like it could boil given enough time. Castiel’s hands on him doesn’t help matters, nor does the fact that Castiel refuses to let him undress, his jeans still stubbornly clinging to his thighs, his shirt rucked up around his midsection, his flannel pushed up to his elbows. The sun beats down, casting the desert air in a haze, baking everything it touches. Namely, Dean’s throat, and the hand wrapped around his cock, each lazy, precome and sweat-soaked stroke sending shivers rippling all the way to his toes. “Fuck,” he groans, and against his throat, Castiel smirks and continues peppering heated kisses. Castiel tugs him closer, his bare ass propped up against the front quarter panel of the Impala, Dean’s back to his equally naked chest, and ruts against the back of his jeans, the hard, heavy length of him doing wonders for Dean’s imagination. Not a gas station or a town for miles—nothing but an empty Nevada road in the middle of nowhere, with more dust and coyotes than people. Why they couldn't continue this in the backseat of Dean’s car is Castiel’s fault, but the thrill of it, of being alone and exposed to the elements like this, with the chance of someone happening upon them—Dean moans at the thought. “Please,” he huffs and reaches for Castiel’s wrist. Castiel nips his neck, scolding. “Least let me get my pants off, man.” “You’re lucky I let you have this,” Castiel rumbles. He gives Dean’s cock a generous squeeze, and Dean grits his teeth, his head thrown back. “I could’ve ‘left you hanging,’ as you’d say.” Definitely left something hanging. “Gonna kill me,” Dean rasps. Again, Castiel rakes his teeth down the length of Dean’s throat, just as he quickens his pace. Precome slips between his fingers, his grip absolutely soaked, dripping from his wrist, staining the inseam of Dean’s pants. How long they’ve been here, Dean can’t recall, but it feels like ages, especially with Castiel’s glacial pace. “You’re doing well,” Castiel says with another kiss. He traces his nail across the slit of Dean’s cock, sending a jolt of something through Dean’s gut and wrenching a groan from his lungs. His hips jerk; Castiel holds him still, keeps them pressed flush. He burns like fire, his skin an inferno where they touch, and Dean wonders if this is what it’s like, to touch the surface of the sun. “I didn’t think you’d last this long.” Frankly, neither did he, but Castiel always seems to know just how to push every one of Dean’s buttons at precisely the right moment. That moment was twenty minutes ago, before pulling over for a quicky somehow turned into whatever this is, getting the world’s hottest hand job in the middle of nowhere. “Fuck,” Dean repeats just as Castiel nips beneath his ear. Lazy, Castiel ruts into his jeans, still hard, like he didn’t come a few minutes ago. “Fuck, I’m…” “Do you think you can behave?” Castiel hums directly into his ear. One-handed, he works Dean’s jeans down to around his thighs and ruts into the cleft of Dean’s ass, the head slick, the length of it so thick that Dean’s mouth waters in reflex. “I seem to recall you couldn't stop talking.” “C’mon, you like it,” Dean laughs. With his precome-slicked hand, Castiel covers Dean throat and presses his fingers in, just enough to be a warning. Dean sucks in air, his cock twitching, precome spurting from the tip. “Fuck—”

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#helloooo

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descending into madness. y’all want anything?

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Split Diopter shots in Carrie 1979

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I've been watching spn since high school but for some reason it took me this long to make actual art for it.

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Miss Congeniality (2000) dir. Donald Petrie

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This is the most powerful call to ratio I've ever seen. It's like she's performing an incantation.

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hello yes we are recruiting new spn fans. for the destiel division, correct. ideally we're looking for people who can't get over anything and are always haunted by images and events

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'Castiel should have been Dean Winchester's lover' yes and in a way he was!! He was the only one who saw Dean and loved him not despite his flaws but because of them! He was the one who sacrificed himself for Dean and things that were important to Dean over and over again! He was the one who watched silly Westerns with Dean and indulged Dean's interests, the one who took care of Dean and healed him, who made sure Dean knew he was worth something and that the world was a better place with him in it! So yeah, Castiel was Dean Winchester's lover. But I agree, they should have fucked on screen too.

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the circus was in town that day 🤡

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#its only like 13 episodes go see it!!!