I'm Michelle. I love tea and curling up in front of a good movie, cuddling and cute things. I also love angst and tragic back stories and writing things that make people cry.

I really love Gabriel from Supernatural and my favourite actor is Richard Speight Jr. You'll find a lot of both on my blog.

I enjoy anime, video games, movies and television shows of all kinds and my interests wane from day to day. There's really no telling what you'll find on this blog.

This is a personal blog so you will find personal posts of mine. If you don't want to read them they are tagged.

I like meeting new people so never be afraid to talk to me. My ask is open :)







A friend didn’t want to lose Franklin as he walked around the house

(Source: awwww-cute)



Here’s a test:

I’m holding a baby in one hand and a petri dish holding a fetus in the other.

I’m going to drop one. You chose which.

If you really truly believe a fetus is the same thing as a baby, it should be impossible for you to decide. You should have to flip a coin, that’s how impossible the decision should be.

Shot in the dark, you saved the baby.

Because you’re aware there’s a difference.

Now admit it


(Source: the-gallium-knight)

Anonymous: Would you consider doing a angsty/fluffy D/s Lucifer/Gabriel with sub!Gabriel getting mildly triggered by something in their scene but being too scared to say anything at first but after a minute he whispers his safeword and Lucifer helps calm him down/ totally pampers him for the next week


(warnings for safewording out of a scene and what could be classed as a mild panic attack)

"Beautiful," murmurs Lucifer. He circles Gabriel like a predator, hungry and just a little threatening as he paces around the naked archangel in the middle of the room. "So beautiful, aren’t you?"

Gabriel makes a small noise that could be derision, could be disagreement, twines his fingers together a little tighter where his hands are clasped at the small of his back as he’d been told. He’s never understood Lucifer’s insistence on praising his physical form; in his opinion, his vessel’s comfortable but rather underwhelming, nothing special.

"Are you disagreeing with me?" Lucifer steps forward abruptly, wraps a hand around the front of Gabriel’s throat, curls his fingers just a little. The bottom drops out of Gabriel’s stomach in utter panic.


It should be fine, perfectly fine - he loves having his collar around his throat, after all, loves the tight pressure of leather against his skin, and really, how is a hand any different? - but it’s not. His breath strangles in his throat, leaves his chest in a heavy wheeze that Lucifer misinterprets as excitement.

"There we are," he says, and Gabriel can hear the arousal in the other archangel’s voice. “What a good boy.” He nuzzles into the back of Gabriel’s head, dips his head to press lips against the bumps of Gabriel’s vertebrae, his breath warm against the other archangel’s skin.

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[ Prince ]






  • you have a body
  • that’s it
  • you’re beautiful
  • you win
  • congratulations 


I was unprepared.

(Source: rl-y)

(Source: iraffiruse)


a hoodie and underwear is all you really need to wear tbh




I have truly ascended into hell

I’m both very sorry and laughing so hard my ribs hurt

Tempted to do an audio-post reading of this. I have the worst voice in mind.

(Source: witchthot)