jaysisfeck:

They really had no need for a bed…It had been a long time since either brother had required sleep. 

Years of drinking Dean’s demonic blood had turned Sam into something so far from human, the label didn’t apply to him at all anymore. 

But they did have a bed… With a memory foam mattress and plush pillows, tucked away where no other man or demon was allowed admittance.

After squashing a minor rebellion among the demonic throng, or ending an angel that dare oppose their rule, Dean would beckon Sam off the throne and into their bed. 

They spent slow, tireless hours exchanging easy touches and affectionate kisses. Just a reminder how they were never and would never be gentle and loving with any other being than each other. They had always been bound, and when one started to fall, the other held on and fell with him.  Neither regretted it… Not really. 

They lived life by their own terms, together. And they would have together forever. 

Sam painted purple splotches across Dean’s neck with slow sucks that always left Dean purring. From ear to color, love marks for the world to see.. Sam was king, but Dean ruled with him… And any demon that had been mistaken about that hadn’t survived long after. 

Dean tangled his fingers in Sam’s hair, whispered love and affection in his ear, with inky black eyes that were just as devoted as his bright green ones had been. 

They’d make love for hours- never exhausting- moving together in perfect sync the whole while. When they were finally spent, they didn’t drift off to sleep… Dean just held his little brother to his chest, limbs tangled and smiling lips occasionally finding each other for more lazy kisses. 

They were united. Nothing threatened to part them and live and nothing ever did. 

moonparlance:

youngblackandvegan:

micdotcom:

A university president just gave up a lot of his salary to raise his school’s minimum wage

In some pretty awesome and uplifting news, Kentucky State University’s interim president Raymond Burse has given up more than $90,000 of his nearly $350,000 salary to help raise university workers’ minimum wage to $10.25 an hour.

“This is not a publicity stunt”

Black male excellence

Amazing

thefucking-trenchcoat:

sometimes I imagine god talking to the angels like they’re his teenage children 

“Damnit Gabriel I told you I don’t want you hanging around those Pagans! You’re going to end up just like your older brother!”

“Fuck you dad I can hang out with who ever I want THEY UNDERSTAND ME OKAY YOU JUST SIT AROUND TALKING ABOUT YOUR STUPID HUMANS AND-“

“OH DON’T YOU EVEN GO THERE GABRIEL I HAD THE SAME DAMN TALK WITH LUCIFER AND YOU KNOW WHERE HE IS NOW?”

“Dad I’m sorry I didn’t-“

‘HE’S IN HELL GABRIEL. HELL. DO YOU WANNA END UP IN HELL? I DON’T THINK SO. YOU BETTER CHANGE YOUR ATTITUDE YOUNG ANGEL.”

“You know what this is why I hang out with the Pagans, they don’t scream at me just cause I wanna be in individual~ so fuck you dad okay I’m leaving!”

“YOU’RE NOT AN INDIVIDUAL DAMNIT YOU’RE A SOLDIER.”

then gabriel would walk out and slam the door and cas would be hiding under the bed with his teddy bear and balthazar would come in and hug him while michael went out to find gabriel and bring him home

and then when things were quiet, god would sigh and drunkenly contemplate where he went wrong raising such a fucked up bunch of kids