Anna // 21 // a mostly nonsense blog from the Montreal desk of a chronic procrastinator

when not endlessly scrolling through tumblr I study art history (& irish studies) and generally am an unfortunate sort of ridiculous // consistently obsessed with Castiel and Tony Stark



randomfatkid:

“Dude. What is that?” Sam asks, pointing to the bag of what looks to be clothes in his hand. 

“Nothing, I just picked up some new shirts and pants for Cas since he’s here full time now. Thought it’d be nice to wear something other than the holy tax accountant threads,” Dean tells him as he walks past him and towards his room. 

He carefully pulls the contents out of the bag and lays them out on the bed. Inside are three button up shirts, one short sleeve and two long sleeve, two pairs of slacks, one khaki and navy blue. Dean had to guess on the size, and kept the receipt just in case. 

He also purchased a pack of socks and some new boxers as well. Once things were laid out, he reached for his phone and called Cas. A few moments later, the angel appeared next to him, looking at the clothes on the bed. 

“What’s all this Dean?” he asks, giving Dean a questioning look. 

“Just some new clothes for you. Thought you’d like something else to wear instead of the suit all the time. It’s better than wearing my clothes, not that I don’t mind,” Dean tells him. He’s nervous, hoping that Cas will like what he bought. Absentmindedly, he rubs the back of his neck while watching Cas carefully inspect each piece. 

“I don’t mind sharing clothes with you Dean,” Cas tells him. 

Hearing that, Dean can’t help what he does next. He pulls Cas close and kisses him, hard. Lips and tongues fighting for dominance. When there isn’t much air left, they part. Cas’ shirt is untucked and a few buttons already missing. 

When Dean and Cas come out of the bedroom an hour later, Cas is wearing one of Dean’s shirts and a pair of pajama pants, which are also Dean’s. Dean is just grinning and Sam is just shaking his head, muttering something about soundproofing their room. 

unbefreakinlivable submitted:

cap from s8e14 (when Dean sets the picture down by the lamp)

I think it might say
svenskarna i amerika”
Which translate to Swedes in America
I have no idea if it is relevant or not…

btw for all the messages i got from earlier from those who might be still wondering what this really says! idk why but that sounds like some sort of joke about ikea and their preview room set ups lol

xku:

I just couldn’t help it

madlygoesbonkers submitted:

So I saw somewhere that you want there to be 2012 London Olympics AUs for Dean and Cas. Well… check out this photo of Holy-Shit-That’s-Cas at the 1948 London Olympics. It’s sixty-four years off from what you wanted, but damn, the resemblance is uncanny. I can totally imagine a historical AU where Dean is a young and up-and-coming American athlete (either something boring like running or something like archery or shooting… my researches tell me that shooting was indeed a sport in the 1948 Olympics) and Cas is his newly-assigned coach with a stick up his ass. Cas was once an Olympian like Dean, but something happened  (cheating? Framed? Something…) and he failed, so he is strict and cantakerous and always rule-abiding and he works Dean to the bone. The stakes are high and their initial relationship is tense, because Cas wants Dean to be more than even Dean thinks he could ever be, and Dean has never done well with rules. They eventually become closer, however, as Dean learns what true sportsmanship means, Cas learns that there’s more than one way of winning, and sometimes it involves breaking the rules a little bit, and they both learn about each other. In this photo, Holy-Shit-That’s-Cas looks like he’s watching Dean out on the field, proud and anxious for him to get the gold that he could never get himself.

Ugh… I got a little carried away there… I did research and everything. Your blog is very inspiring that way.

Anyway, I thought you might enjoy it.

(also, creepy look-a-like picture found here: http://www.retronaut.co/2012/08/life-magazine-at-the-london-olympics-1948/)

OH MY GOD WHY IS THIS NOT A FIC YET. PERIOD AU BLENDED WITH SPORTS AU MY TRUE WEAKNESS.

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omg i know i’m like five minutes late and i am so sorry and i’m sorry this is so ugly but i hope you had an incredible birthday and i love you so much okay ;u; a2 5eva

HAPPY BIRTHDAY/IMAGINE YOU ARE RECEIVING THIS ON TIME

CAS HAS SOME CARAVAGGIO FOR YOU BECAUSE YEAH ART HISTORY AND HE’S A REAL IMPORTANT ARTIST or something

OH MY GOD CHLOE I AM SOBBING

CASTIEL AND CARAVAGGIO PRETTY MUCH SUM UP MY LIFE

I wanted to make a pretty graphic for your birthday, but my PS has been playing up. And so I decided to try to make a castiel chibi for you in paint (lol old school style). And…well basically it’s terrible and ugly and I hope it’s the opposite of all the things you get on today. Because you deserve all that’s wonderful and beautiful! <3

Happy Birthday! :)

Love Vee

SHRIEKING LOOK WHAT VEE MADE GUYS

look at his little wings!!