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You asked for more Trueform!Cas Comics, MERRY PANDEMIC, HERE’S MORE TRUEFORM!CAS COMICS, with all my love. 

….I’ve been working on this comic literally for MONTHS, and it’s going to be in multiple parts. It’s been trying to figure out where to go next with this, and the wonderful @malmuses has been helping me with the writing, so a heartfelt thanks to that incredible wonder of the world. I must also thank the wondrous, generous, beautiful people of the DAU who helped me figure out lighting and form (notably the amazing @aceriee-art. ) Every one of the 40-50 hours of work on this was a challenge and I swear, the damn thing almost killed me. But hey. DESTIEL AMIRITE <3 <3 <3 

If you enjoyed this, BE A PAL and leave me a tip. I NEVER plan on charging for these comics, as I believe in fandom for fandom’s sake, but I worked harder on this than I have on most other art projects in my life, and it would mean a whole lot <3.

Other than that, I sincerely hope you enjoy, and hope that you all are safe and sound out there. Enjoy Cas’ bum! 

(PS: Respectfully, PLEASE DON’T REPOST. DON’T MAKE ME HATE THE INTERNET.) 

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you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.

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lavender fields and the bluest dawns

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world’s best fictional gays

billy “wiccan” kaplan & and teddy “hulkling” altman

“i’ll be the best boyfriend in every reality.”

“it’s all i ask.”

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whats even the point of using a spoon for soup

why dont we always just drink it

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HEY TUMBLR WHAT’S WITH THIS HMMM

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“I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.''

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you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.

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A fleeting dream

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bonus:

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jennifer’s body (2009)

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My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friends birthday. There are people I don’t talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed from exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids. And I haven’t found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend’s mom’s. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become parts of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still a part of that you have no idea about.

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You say “I’m baby” but you’re not. You are not baby. You are not capable of being baby. You possess neither the limitless potential of baby nor the driving curiosity of baby. You have some similarities. You cannot function on your own. You depend on others for your most basic needs. But where baby eventually outgrows these flaws, you are already hardened by your failures. You will not grow. You are not baby.

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So I just went with my buddy while he got a rib tattoo, and they hurt like a lot, so he’s over there grimacing and being a huge manbaby so I just reach over and grab his hand so he can squeeze it because I’m a good person who helps others

And he’s clinging to my hand like it’s a life preserver and I’m being me and talking about nonsense like Grimace from the McDonalds commercials and how R2D2 is always ready to throw hands, and whatever, and the artist keeps glancing over at me and I’m like do your tattoo bro I’ve got my buddy handled

But then I realize he’s like, looking over because he can’t tell if he’s seeing something or not, and I glance down and I see my rainbow scalemail bracelet, and how I’m talking to my buddy all fondly and I’m like stroking his arm like he’s a wounded animal, and right as it clicks in my head the tattoo artist asks in his most nonchalant voice possible, like intentionally bland, I’m just talking about the weather haha what do you mean voice:

“So, are you guys close?”

And my gay ass is over to the side internally screaming because yeah, I am gay, but like this is just me being a good bro and my buddy is COMPLETELY OBLVIOUS TO WHAT IS HAPPENING BECAUSE HE’S A GARBAGE STRAIGHT PERSON AND HE SAYS

“Yeah of course, that’s why I asked him to come”

SO NOW THE TATTOO ARTIST THINKS HE’S RIGHT AND HE HAS A GAY COUPLE GETTING A TATTOO AND MY BUDDY HAS NO IDEA AND I’M AWKWARDLY SITTING HERE LIKE SHOULD I STOP HOLDING HIS HAND??? SHOULD I CORRECT THIS TATTOO ARTIST??? SHOULD I LET MY BUDDY KNOW??? MY GAY ASS DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE BEING INCORRECTLY ACCUSED OF BEING GAY, WHAT DO YOU DO

So that tattoo artist is like “Cool man, that’s great. Good for you.”

So then my buddy is like can I get some water, and the guy comes back with one bottle of water and my buddy takes a drink and then hands it to me, and I’m like obviously he has to lay down and needs me to hold his water so I just hold it in my hand, but turns out he was offering me water, so he turns to me and is like Colton, drink some water, and I take a drink and my garbage lizard brain is like “You’re drink sharing in front of the tattoo artist, now he KNOWS he’s right”

So we’re talking about tattoos with the artist and I mention that I’m getting a tattoo in September and my buddy is like “Yeah I’m gonna go and hold HIS hand for that one haha” and the tattoo artist FUCKING SAYS “I mean, I should hope so”

I MEAN, I SHOULD HOPE SO

I MEAN, I SHOULD HOPE SO

AND NO ONE ACTUALLY BROUGHT IT UP. I KNEW WHAT THE TATTOO ARTIST WAS THINKING BUT DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING TO CORRECT HIM. NOW WHEN MY BUDDY GOES BACK AND GETS HIS NEXT TATTOO IN THE FUTURE AND I’M NOT THERE HE’S GOING TO GO “OH WHERE’S YOUR BOYFRIEND”