friends turned lovers is literally my favorite trope - like, all other tropes can go home.
give me shared inside jokes that date back to wayyyyy before a first kiss was ever shared. give me living together with separate bedrooms until one of them gradually becomes unnecessary. give me confused reactions from people who already assumed the two of them were dating. give me arguments over what counts as an anniversary because should we start at the date we met or the date we became friends or the date we got over our stupid selves and finally started kissing.
give me stories that show the line between friends and lovers is a really, really thin one - that appreciating the friendship that two characters share doesn’t mean you can’t ship them really damn hard too. that you can keep all the awesome friends-being-assholes-to-each-other stuff and add on all the shippy stuff to get something extra special awesome.
give me all of that.
Shit. The thing with DeanCas.
Is that it want to make you want to explain love a billion different ways.
They make you want to talk about love in the form of simple kisses underneath foliage of trees but also in sprawling metaphors of the universe’s energy and celestial bodies.
They make you want to define love through the the written word, the spoken word, the sung word, the drawn word. And you write a hundred thousand sentences, and you sing their ‘i need you’s, and you immortalize their faces on paper, and you speak in the tongue of the greatest love story that has ever been told.
They make you want to find love in a monstrous world; or in classroom halls, or in warm coffee shops, or in a little house with a garden, or by the ocean or maybe sea.
And the greatest thing, really, is this:
They make you want love to happen. Not even to yourself. But to somebody else.
I don’t know about you.
Why should you? n.t. (via jaimelannister)
Schrödinger opens the box and nothing changes.
The cat lacks vital signs (no heartbeat, no breathing, no brain function): the cat is dead.
The cat exhibits continued animation (blinking, walking, nudging his hand with its little head): the cat is alive.
Schrödinger is afraid.
That has not changed, either.
Anonymous asked: I told my best friend I was Ace and he stood up, stormed out and drove away and came back and hour later with a bag that had a pie inside, Monsters Inc. (a happy memory) and a plushy throw blanket. We became a couple the same day because surprise! He was Ace too! <3
I thought that story was going to end badly and then it didn’t and I was really happy.