Took a quick picture of all my DX/roleplay stuff together.
Black and Blue
Passion and death are two sides of the same coin. Pain, blood, and bruises are the faces you see in each spin.
Breezeblocks - Alt-J
Sticks and Stones - The Pierces
Tesselate - Alt-J
'97 Bonnie and Clyde - Tori Amos (Eminem Cover)
Biting Down - Lorde
Delilah - Dresden Dolls
She’s A Jar - Wilco
Paper Cuts - The Boy Least Likely To
Jump - Lana Del Rey
Let’s Fall In Love - Mother Mother
She Will - Savages
Gimme Stiches - Foo Fighters
The Best Thing - Electric Youth
Skeleton - The Front Bottoms
Wear You Out - TV on the Radio
Paradise Circus - Massive Attack
Save Your Scissors - City and Colour
I Want You - Summer Camp
<3 thank you sweetie~
'The Profound Bond' - A new romantic comedy starring Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins. When Federal Agent Dean Winchester gets paired with an angel as part of the Bureau’s new Human-Angel Cooperation Initiative, the partnership seems less than ideal. Castiel is arrogant, painfully inept in the ways of normal human interaction, and less than stellar at routine questioning. But as time passes, the human and angel begin to find themselves growing less at odds and more endeared to each other. Loosely inspired by aesc’s Below Skyscrapers. (Watch on Youtube)
This song is about profoundly loving (or lusting after) someone so overflowingly that it devastates you. Where your physical person cannot possibly contain your emotion, but that emotion still begs for physical expression. And even still, no affection or act or word can satisfy it. Climbing a mountain, crossing an ocean, building a palace - they don’t do justice to the lengths to which you would go to be with that person. Kissing, touching, making love, jigsawing your parts together - none of it comes close to closing that horribly gaping divide that separates any one person from any other. We are discrete entities. We are all separate beings and in that sense, ultimately alone - incapable of permanently connecting to another as long as we exist in our bodies. Of course, our emotional bonds can transcend those constraints and connect us indelibly, but any physical manifestation of that love will always be flawed. Maybe some people don’t need their complete connection to be manifested physically. I do. To satisfy the need to physically express that profound love, that perfect hunger, it seems as though nothing short of actually exploding into each other, alternating molecule for molecule, would suffice. You long to destroy your physical self and theirs, that in tearing down those terrible walls, you might finally cross that divide and become one - trading particle for particle as your bodies disassimilate, leaving only your melding energies. In death, this seems possible, if you believe that what makes you “you” is in fact tied to your physical self. To me, it feels like the soul, what makes us human, remains in your particles, even as you disintegrate - that your individual physical bits do not, in fact, lose their meaning just because they no longer combine to form a complete “you.” If you and your love could be dead together, if you could be buried together, wrapped around each other in the same coffin, it seems your particles could finally mix - that in death, you can finally be, after a lifetime of solitude, perfectly one with another being, forever. How do you express that to someone? How do you use your hands or your mouth or your body to tell them that’s how close you want to be to them? You can’t. How do you satisfy the vicious, unbearable lust? You can’t eat someone. That’s demented: they will die and it’s disgusting. You can’t tear them open for the same reason. You can’t live inside them. You can’t share their bones. You can’t crush yourselves into blendable pieces, because once again, you will both die, and it’s sick and wrong. Besides, you need to live. You need to taste all the living world has to offer, to breathe air, to be human. But still. You want their blood in your veins. And yours in theirs. You want one beating heart, one backbone, two souls, one body. Your love is desperate, but massive like the sea, unchanging as it heaves. It makes you crazy, stuffed full of energy, without any socially acceptable recourse for dealing with it. So what do you do? Do you stay up all night, tearing through the woods, howling at the moon? Do you obsessively reorganize your kitchen? Do you just have sex over and over again? You will still be alone in that metaphysical sense, and though it dissipates, that wild energy inside you will always return. So what do you do?
deancas high school au, featuring geeky!Dean and Benny Lafitte as Dean’s Best Friend
also i’m just gonna quietly dedicate this to marina who posted last night saying she wanted destiel hs au with benny, you don’t really have to read it but you inspired me and i just had to so ♥
"Hey man, we still on for my place after practice?"
There’s a rush of students in the hallway, bursting out of classrooms loudly in celebration of being one class away from a three-day weekend.
Dean’s leaning against a row of lockers, mentally planning out his weekend. TNT is having an all-day marathon of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy (extended edition, TNT doesn’t do anything halfway) on Sunday. He needs to pick Sammy up from a friend’s house that morning but he can probably make it back for the Two Towers, if not the last half of Fellowship.
Maybe he can even rope Sam into watching with him. They’re probably past the age where Dean can knock Sammy off his feet and run around the living room with his little brother thrown over his shoulder cackling while on-screen Sam says “But I can carry you!” and carries Frodo up the slopes of Mount Doom. Sammy’s growing into a moose, and even if Dean could carry him he doesn’t think his brother would find it nearly as thrilling as he used to.
"Dean? You in there brotha?" A locker closes in front of his face and draws Dean out of his head. Benny cocks an eyebrow at him.
"What? Yeah," he says dumbly. There’s a pause. "No. Wait. What’d you say?"
His friend throws his head back and laughs. “Man, you been out of sorts for days. Don’t think I don’t know why, either. You ain’t foolin’ anyone,” he drawls.
Benny Lafitte sort of sticks out like a sore thumb in bumfuck Kansas, all smooth Louisiana drawl donned with an old sailor cap he insists on wearing everywhere that looks like it’s seen better days, hell, decades. Most students don’t quite know what to make of him.
If Dean had to categorize him, he’d probably file Benny under “jock”, what with him being the school’s star football player, but his personality contradicts every archetypal stereotype in the book. Half the guys in the school are afraid of him and the rest love him to death. He’s built like a brawler but at heart he’s a hugger, and he’s got blue eyes that will charm the pants off the grumpiest SOB if you look too long, but even then he’s got a mean streak that comes out if you mess with the people he loves.
He’s like a cuddly teddy bear you only realize has fangs when you get a closer look, but he still won’t bite unless you insult his momma.
Besides, he hangs out with the likes of Dean. Being best friends with Dean Winchester precludes the possibility of Benny being ordinary in any sense of the word.
Dean shifts his backpack strap and scoffs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
"Oh, don’t you?" Benny teases. "I guess I was imagining you flashin’ Bambi eyes at that new kid then?"