about me

Lena.
24.
Greek-Cypriot.
Art shop keyholder.
Supernatural obsessed.
Cas & Dean Girl.
Destiel/Holy Hell shipper (non-crazy).
First time Gisher.
Destiel fanfic writer.
Hobbying artist.

Life is better when it's full of colour.

currently

Eating: Olives
Drinking: Green Tea
Watching: Supernatural S1 (re-run)
Drawing: Baby!Castiel
Writing: I Got Somethin' You Need #4

angels & demons

Sam

Sasha

Cassie

Josh

Tamara

updates

Due to the start of GISHWHES, all prompts/art/fics are currently on hold until after it ends.

Laura Prepon attends the Variety and Women In Film Annual Pre-Emmy Celebration.

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supernaturalapocalypse:

Season 10 Predictions and AU’s

terabitez:

On Man’s Road by =brilcrist

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mishasminions:

The one where Dean Winchester and Tony Stark have a showdown

Dean: Cas, cover your ears!
Castiel: Dean, what—why?
Tony: Hey there
Dean: Just do it!
Castiel: But Dean—
Tony: I’m Tony Stark
Castiel: Dean, I have the sudden urge to remove my clothing
Dean: NOOOOOOOOOOO

YESSSSS

mostly10:

yeah… you buy those onions real good…

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mishasdestiel asked:
Demon!dean and Demon!Cas, 4

damn82much replied:

deansdamnation:

4. Serial Killers, I apologize in advance as I never write fics, so if it sucks, sorry

Dean glanced at the television above the bar. Another news report about the murders along the east coast.

The Angel they called him. Dean rolled his eyes at the name, it was so, childish. So weak. 

It had been over a month since Dean, the King, had murdered someone. He had been distracted. This Angel was beginning to steal his thunder and it pissed Dean off.

He slammed his beer onto the counter, throwing down some change before rising to his feet. He glanced at the TV again, pausing as the news anchor announced that new details on the case had been revealed.

The Angel had left something interesting at his last kill, a card. The media had a field day trying to understand it. A card? What did it mean? The FBI had tried to keep it under wraps, but it had been leaked to the press. A simple card with a hand drawn picture of a card and the words, “Come to court?” written in beautiful calligraphy.

 Come to court. Dean frowned, thoughtful. Was the Angel addressing the King? Was he acknowledging Dean’s kills? Some might see this as a threat, a challenge almost, but he saw behind that. Come to court? The Angel wanted to play, this was an invitation, not an order. A slow smile crept onto Dean’s face. The King could play with the Angel.

Glancing around the bar, Dean picked a girl at random. Young, blonde, and attractive. Perfect. Dean slid into the empty seat next to her. The King had been sleeping for a while, but this girl was just the gift to send to his new friend.

The King and Angel would play a game.

Send me a troupe!

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dammit—cas:

anastiel:

#you. #you happened to me.

I swear, if there was no caption, it would look like he’s saying “love”

What happened to you?
Love.

I SEE IT

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cinensis:

Just a VERY quick manip for absolutely no other reason than to have something to do with my right hand while talking with my micaloz. ( the sexual innuendo was 100000% NOT intentional.)

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dancewithmejensen:

bredawn:

Just to remind everyone that Jensen Ackles can freakin SING!! 

This needs to be on my dash on a regular basis. Let’s enjoy again ^.^

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