→ Destiel Navy/Air Force
Nothing and everything is different, tomorrow. No more her older brother’s an Admiral, the whole family’s in the Navy, no more having to fake a smile when Benny makes a joke about keeping his back to the wall around the male members of the family, no more being so fucking terrified every time he risks a call or a letter.
No more lying to Sam, either. God. God. No more saying she’s in logistics; he can say he’s a pilot, he’s a badass, he’s mine.
Okay, so I saw this prompt and it stuck with me so much that this happened: Ao3
(Source: , via slutjensen)
Whenever someone refers to the gay community as “queer folk” I imagine us all like woodland sprites, we are the queer folk community, we are born of flowers and fairy dust, we are destroying the sanctity of marriages and corrupting children