i-o-u-an-assbutt:

sorry but do we even know where cas fell like he’s supposed to be in china town right so china town london or is there another china town somewhere

bc that would explain misha being in the uk for one thing so

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SHERLOCK TUMBLR MEETUP 9/7/13 ENLIST THING IS CLOSED

i-o-u-an-assbutt:

I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO CALL IT

so basically i’m not taking any more people now i’m so sorry jasdlghdkdgas but we have like 42 people coming so

but yeah unfortunately this is where it closes and no more people please sorry thanks idk adlg;hksda 

I WILL BE POSTING A BIG OLD POST THIS EVENING WITH EVERYBODYS NAMES AND URLS AND WOOOOOOOOOO SO WATCH THIS SPACE

CUT OFF DATE FOR COMING TO THE LONDON MEETUP 7/9 IS NOW THE 5TH AUGUST

i-o-u-an-assbutt:

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THIS IS A PSA     V E R Y       I M P O R T A N T 

OKAY so basically what’s happened is i didn’t actually realise how many people wanted to come like wow there’s 31 people coming including myself and i was like yeah fuck it people can let me know up until the day before really

this was not a good idea i have realised that now because i’ve realised i need to make reservations for somewhere to eat for dinner since there’s a MASSIVE group of us 

for lunch we’ll just mill into a subways or a greggs or something plus you guys would have bought some munchies so i’m sure we won’t starve

but yeah so now the cut off date is 5/8/13

THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING YOU GORGEOUS THINGS XOOXOX

The Morning Rain CHAP 4

i-o-u-an-assbutt:

ao3 || fanfiction.net

With closed eyes, Dean breathed in, his chest rising and falling seeming easier than usual.

His chest felt lighter somehow, like there was nothing weighing it down; no anxiety, no guilt, no nothing. He breathed slowly, effortlessly and he wondered why.

Dean let the breath go, the air escaping through his nostrils, as he rolled over and pressed his face into his pillow. The sheets moved with him, hitching on his knee as he pulled it up to his chest, an instinctive act he’d retained ever since he was a kid, just another way to keep himself protected. The sheet, of course, offered little physical protection but was more of a psychological shield; something he’d convinced himself would keep him safe through the night when his dad wasn’t around to do so. The pillow, the quilt and the mattress all felt soft, delicate almost, and so freakin’ comfortable that he wondered why.

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