DESTIEL
⛤ What?
Destiel — also called DeanCas — is the ship of the characters Dean Winchester and Castiel from Supernatural.
⛤ Why?
I'm gonna throw up. If you wanna look at all the Destiel posts I reblogged on the 5th year anniversary of the confession scene, check out the #110525 tag on my Tumblr.
⛤ Playlist
Destiel songs. I also have this playlist on Spotify if you wanna listen to it on there.
Doc / Nep
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Fable / Gigi Perez
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I Wanna Be Your Dog 2 / AJJ
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I Wish You Were A Girl / 12 RODS
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I'm Your Man / Mitski
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love is embarrassing / Olivia Rodrigo
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Pushing It Down and Praying / Lizzy McAlpine
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The Watcher / Ruston Kelly
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We Will Commit Wolf Murder / of Montreal
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What My Love Is For / Leith Ross
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⛤ Images
You can find most of these images in the Destiel section of my Supernatural Pinterest board.
⛤ SHE KNEW !!!
⛤ Corpse kissing
This post is awful and I agree with it completely.
anyway destiel first kiss should've been when Dean was wrapping cas' body in a shroud after he died at the end of s12. like yk when he lowkey collapsed over the body mid-shroud-wrap because he couldn't handle it ? yeah yeah. like he should've kissed that body and then thrown up in the backyard and cried about it. i think he should've done that!!!!!
also. he cannot kiss cas for monthsss after they get together later btw. he keeps having corpse kiss ptsd. it’s SO AWFUL.
⛤ YOU STAB AN ANGEL AND HE DOESN'T BLEED
Putting this poem here too 'cause it makes me crazy. Written by @faithdeans on tumblr.
you stab an angel, and he doesn't bleed,
not until you make the transfusion
of knowledge of the fruit
from one vessel to another
making of him an earthly body,
dragging him
down
down
down
into the filth of your freedom
and pollute him with the absurd idea
that his hands are his own
until you make the divine unfeeling
into a bruised, beaten, bleeding heart
that trembles through its pulpy rhythm
tied to yours through the bars of your cages
sinew tangled and trapped
like silenced tongues behind teeth
it bleeds, so that yours may beat
until his memory is cast, is created
in the shape of his own palm
and all that remains of him
is what you gave to him
you stab an angel and he doesn't bleed
not until you teach him how,
not until he loves you