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Watching: Supernatural (Season 9)

Reading: Love, Rosie

Listening to: The Used


Suicidal and depressed people are dangerous.

Suicidal and depressed people are dangerous.

Suicidal and depressed people are dangerous.

SUICIDAL AND DEPRESSED PEOPLE ARE DANGEROUS.

FUCKING SUICIDAL AND FUCKING DEPRESSED PEOPLE ARE FUCKING DANGEROUS.

James telling Lily that he’s an animagus.

Lily asking what his form is, after throwing every projectile in the vicinity because he’s being abnormally stupid with risking his life but being abnormally adorable and brave and loyal and just.

James dodging and throwing things back at her, but only the softer things, like pillows and quills, because he doesn’t want to hurt her, not like what she wants to do to him, to physically hurt him with everything in reach of her hands at that moment.

And then Lily stopping and staring at him when he tells her he’s a stag and she’s now suddenly worried that he mates with the does in the forest.

And now James is too busy laughing to continue dodging her weapons because she’s absurdly ridiculous for thinking up such a thing.

“I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him, and I begged him to stand with me. And Michael… Michael turned on me. Called me a freak, a monster. And then he beat me down, all because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own.”

castielcaptures:

-you're an angel.
poor example of one.
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