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The Alchemist
Title: Catalyst
Parings: Castiel/Dean
Language: English
Summary: It was one of those things that wouldn’t just happen. No matter how close they got, they’d always be teetering on the edge of friendship and more than that unless something shoved them over and knocked everything else out of the way. That shove comes when Cas seems to die once more. Can Dean cope with having Cas slip through his fingers all over again? Or will it finally be to much?
Warnings: Death, Torture,
Chapter Snippet: “God-damnit, Alice.” Sam hissed, glaring down at her as she stretched her legs out of the trunk and grinned sweetly.
“You know, this wasn’t the kind of ‘riding shotgun’ I had in mind,” She toyed with a sawed off that hadn’t been stored in the lower compartment of the trunk, “but this trunk is actually quite roomy.”
Current Chapter: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9233887/5/
Full Story: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9233887/1/Catalyst
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(via jennybot221)
TW: Sexual Assault
A friend of mine was sexually assaulted out to dinner with a professor. When she told her story to her adviser, a dear friend of ours, she told him she wore a turtleneck and long pants and described her outfit. He cut her off and told her, “I don’t care if you were wearing a fucking bikini—nobody has the right to touch you.”
I think that was the first time in the whole process of talking to cops and administrators about what happened where someone actually told her it wasn’t her fault.
They make it about the clothes, the situation—“Why did you agree to dinner? Why didn’t you take your own car? Did you lead him on? For once, someone made it about her and her rights. I think this helped her most of all in the process. Everyone needs to respond like this to survivors, in my opinion.
(Source: chantelcarnage, via jennybot221)
Carry On My Wayland Son;
Carry on my Wayland son,
Demons will be in pieces when you are done.
Lay your blonde mop of hair to rest,
And the boy didn’t cry any more.Once you rise above the fighting and identity confusion,
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion,
You were soaring ever higher,
But you flew too high.Though your eyes could see the fatherly figured man,
Though your mind could think he still was a mad man,
You hear the voices when you’re dreaming
You could hear them say…By the Angel….I sense you might just be a Supernatural fan too? Lol nicely done!
I will never say no to Supernatural and TMI crossovers!
(Source: clarissalewiswaylandlightwood, via mundiemoms)
So the problem with designing characters who become popular is that, if you’re a needy bastard like me who tracks the Lutece tags when you’re bored, you’re suddenly exposed to a ton of art of said characters in various states of undress.
I’m not one to discourage this sort of thing- no no, I have sketchbooks full of Remus/Sirius stuff from high school- but I figured I might as well give everyone a leg-up with a more detailed guide to Rosalind Lutece’s potential underthings. I’ve seen a ton of drawings of her in corsets from a good 50 years before her time and I… I needed to step in.
Think of this as a primer! Not a be-all-end-all of Edwardian underthings (heck, I’m still learning this stuff), but it might teach you some new fashion terms/ideas you weren’t previously aware of! Go forth, young padawan, and draw historically-accurate Rosalind porn to your heart’s content.
…I do not know if this counts as fanart or not since I’m the one doing it? Whatever. RESEARCH OR DIE MOFOS
My heart is all a-flutter.
(via art-and-sterf)
And in that moment, we were all Mindy Kaling. (And pleased to be so cool.)
(Source: isaidgoodpeacock)
#DESTIEL LOVECHILD
What’s with the rubbing?
just dean marveling at the beauty of their love child
What would they name him?!?! Robert Jonathan Winchester? Yes? Ok.
BOBBY JOHN
Yes to this. Yes to all of this.
My sister: do you ever look at people who dress really bad and just think “you really need a gay best friend”?
My sister: alkaseltzer tastes like orphan tears.
Me: …what in the world have you be doing in your spare time?









