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can we talk about this lady please? How she was an elderly, single woman who literally left all of her property to her cats and how the artists could have just made her a stereotypical crazy old cat lady but instead they made her absolutely fabulous and graceful and she still twirls in front of her mirror like she’s pretending to be a princess at age 60/70/80-something?

life goal

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Where is my blanket of shame 
I need to cover myself with something
I’m sorry

Oh my god this is beautiful! I love the way {whoever} drew them! It’s so cute!!!

Thank you! (⌒ヮ ⌒✿)

"I’m not your…ah…pie. D-Dean…" Castiel tried to gently pry off Dean but Dean was deep asleep, dreaming of the best pies. He just couldn’t get enough as he continued to kiss Castiel’s neck and nibble against his skin.

"Mmm…pie." Dean smiled goofily in his sleep. 

Castiel didn’t try very hard to fight off Dean, admittedly enjoying the soft kisses, licks, and small bites. After a while, Dean stopped mumbling pie against his neck. Dean had a tight embrace around Castiel, face tucked into his neck.

Castiel slowly turned to look at Dean, who look so peaceful now. Castiel laid still, thinking that he should probably move off of Dean’s bed since Dean probably would be mad in the morning.

When he tried to slowly peel himself out of Dean’s embrace, Dean’s arm tightened and he was brought even closer than he was before. He was looking at Dean’s sleeping face, seeing the worries of the world washed away for the moment. He looked younger. Castiel gently traced Dean’s freckles and his long eyelashes before he heard Dean sigh quietly. 

"Cas…" 

Castiel went rigid, thinking that he got caught, but Dean just squeezed him gently, burying his head a little more against him with a small smile. Castiel relaxed again, smiling himself. Maybe sleep wasn’t so bad, even though he didn’t need it. It was nice to see Dean dream. 

Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean and pressed his face into his hair before closing his eyes, listening to Dean’s heartbeat and steady breathing. He’ll explain to him in the morning. He’ll understand. 

Sweet lord my feels

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Old hag by *veprikov

Being a witch is not the highest paid job in the world.

I JUST FOUND THIS PICTURE AND I’M GOING TO CRY WHY THIS

I JUST WANT HER TO GET HER PRETTY PURPLE HAT AND BE HAPPY

I would kill for a companion piece to this, where she gets her hat..

Im sobbing.

no seriously why hasn’t any replied to this image with a picture of her in the pretty hat c’mon tumblr please

Well it’s not much, but here’s a comic: 
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Enjoy!

DEAD

Reblog every one of these happy end comics I don’t even care

I will always reblog this when there are happy ending images that involve the witch getting her pretty purple hat. And yes, the original image makes me sniffly EVERY TIME. 

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