stiles stilinski is my spirit animal
castiel is made of light, of grace.
stiles stilinski is the sum of every tragedy he's ever faced, & yet he is still trying to prove his worth, his goodness, and he is good.
She’s timid, but above all else, she’s curious. Her herd lives about a half mile from the bunker, hidden away behind trees and shrub. Cas can hear them breaking twigs as they walk around, caring for their fawns if he listens hard enough. Most of them stick close to one another, but she edges towards the bunker nearly every day now.
She’s a mother, but she’s still young. And she’s endlessly exploring the place had been silent for years, but now thrums with the sounds of three new humans and a vintage car.
If he’s not busy, Cas will go out to meet her. He slips beyond Dean and Sam, which these days, is quite easy to do and he goes out back and listens for her hooves as they come closer. Sometimes, he just needs to leave the hostility behind him.
cas being cute as hell in 9x14
I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
the thing about the ultimate cosmic meaninglessness of man is that you can either wallow in your insignificance and the attendant pain that brings in a culture so obsessed with fame and being important,
or you can fall in love with literally everything and everyone in a dozen small ways because everything still exists despite the statistical unlikelihood of it all and that’s a goddamn miracle
you know me, i had plans
but they just disappeared to the back of my mind
"My first shift was in an abandoned barn in Nebraska. I was terrified, I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was scared I would hurt someone. So, I stayed there. I made myself stay there and I hid… I hid for a long time."
"But you got out, you came to Beacon Hills."
"Yeah. I found Chris and Allison. I couldn’t believe how kind they were… They took me in after I told them what had happened, that I drained my bank account and ran, and I still wasn’t doing very good with shifting. They gave me a place to stay, knew how to handle me if I got out of hand," Riley smiles a bit bashfully after a few moments, then says "And then I met all of you, and you gave me a solid home."
do you ever just forget that your favourite fictional characters are y’know, fictional?
sometimes they feel like the only people I can relate to, it’s easier to live knowing they can survive their own hell, even if they aren’t real.