so I randomly found these “bride & groom” boxes for sale

but as far as I can tell, these are both Dean Winchester

Aww! yes please, I’d love that <3 

sweetsweeps

said: Ahh over the winter break i was at my grandparent’s house and the whole week i read your fanfics, mostly the shorter ones. Whoever is giving you hate doesn’t know any better o^o -hugs you tight- keep being awesome friend!!

I’m super-duper pleased my fics kept you company~

mallotovcocktail

said: are people saying that to you?! why? those people sound immature and delusional and stupid

puputesbabies

said: aw i’m so sorry to read this but yeah maybe it’ll be better to turn it off for a while, receiving hate is never pleasant even when you know you shouldn’t take it to heart. loads and loads of positive vibes for you

gentlekieren

said: I’m sorry that people are being such shitheads to you!!!!! keep your chin up chuck!!

I’ve just been informed by someone (via private message) that my url was posted in a public forum somewhere, and all the J2/Wincest fans who were angry about Jensen and Misha posting those sunset photos decided to lash out at me. Wrong place, wrong time, I guess. /heavy sigh

Your support is irreplaceable here. Thank you all so much <3

pizza-devotee

said: YOUR CURSOR ON YOUR BLOG IS AMAZING GRVN[]0PM

linatami

submitted: hi there

found your blog and your content is exactly what I like, too and your ‘about me’ sounds nice so I decided- OMG IS THAT A DICK AS CURSOR? THAT’S A DICK AS CURSOR! OMG AND THAT LITTLE JIZZ-POINT! I’M SO GONNA FOLLOW YOU THAT IS LIKE THE COOLEST THING I.. - ahem I mean, yeah I made a rational and content based decision to follow you. totally. yeah

I was typing this file name to save it as a *.png, and I typo’d

bloggers love the d.ong

(about this tag / this post)

in regards to Dean’s dick suddenly flying around my blog rather than serving its purpose as Dean’s dick… well, I never really thought about how it came about before now.

but here. let me take you back…

how the dick cursor came to be

one day Dean woke up, and he was a cursor. he soon realised he was invisible. except he wasn’t all invisible, his penis was still visible. and he was being thrown around all over the place when internet users moved their cursors. worst of all, the pointy-clicky bit was the very tip of his most sensitive and precious organ. and it was fucking weird, Sammy please help me, I’m losing my mind in here.

but even while Sam and Cas and Charlie worked on a hack to rescue Dean, Dean slowly began to figure out, hey, he really - y’know - enjoyed when people clicked on things. felt kinda tingly, you know?

Charlie kindly suggested the cause of his cursor-ification and his invisibility was probably a witch curse. Dean didn’t know what he’d done to piss off a witch, but he said, sure, totally a witch. deep down though, he had a feeling the real cause was probably all those google searches for men taking their clothes off which he hadn’t erased from his history completely. he’d thought the browser seemed suspiciously witchy at the time. it was like… a computer virus made by a witch.

so anyway. at first Dean hated being a cursor, because what the fuck, his penis was a fucking cursor on some random blog about him and Cas kissing each other?? and being in love??? it was weird. and strange. and just plain wrong okay, because Dean wasn’t fucking in love with his best friend.

but the more he watched new things appear on the blog, and the more he watched people go back pages and pages, and send the blog’s owner nice messages, and even sit there and move his dick cursor around and wave him near pictures of Cas just for the fun of it, he started to understand the blog a little more. it was a pretty fun place to be, if you were that kind of person. Dean wasn’t that kind of person though. obviously. he still wanted out.

but all those posts about Cas, and about him… explaining… giving evidence and proof… and seriously, did they really look at each other like that?

it was getting harder to separate Dean’s reality (real reality) from the reality on the blog. these crazy Supernatural fans were getting into his brain. he was almost starting to believe it, that he was in love with Cas, that Cas was in love with him. I gave everything for you — I’m not leaving here without you! — cursed or not, I’d rather have you—

the words echoed through his head for hours. days. time was so hard to gauge on the internet. he didn’t know how long he’d been in there.

but then, out of nowhere, Dean was extracted from the internet, his dick intact. he was safe now. in the real world. he was butt-naked, but Charlie didn’t care, Sam provided clothes, and Cas was a gentleman and didn’t look until Dean was dressed. Dean looked back at the screen he’d come from, and he realised he’d left an imprint of his dick on the blog. kinda cool, he figured. there was still a little bit of him there, like a testament to the love he’d encountered there.

love for himself. love for Cas, and their whole family.

of all the ways to be cursed, being a dick cursor wasn’t a bad one.

Dean slipped his hand into Cas’, completely sure everyone in the room would understand. while they’d been working on a rescue, they’d been seeing the same blog as Dean had, after all.

and there the dick cursor remained forever, in honour of love.

so if anyone ever wondered why Dean uses an incognito window when he does his secret google searches now, that’s the reason. becoming one dick cursor is enough.

(Cas doesn’t mind what he googles. that’s definitely the best part.)