It’s been an entire week since tumblr take her blog down, and this isn’t fair.
If this happened to me, I would be completely devastated. I know she is worry, she’s been patiently waiting, but loosing faith for any answer that the @staff can provide explaining why her blog was suspended. Meanwhile we, her fans, are being deprived of her awesome edits.
While she is waiting for this dudes to put their shit together, I believe she deserves to know how much we miss her.
Please help me to let her know we are all waiting for her return. And we believe this has to be solved by tumblr soon. I will send her the link to this post, or tag me if you want to make your own and signal boost to reach all of her fans.
We all are family, we need to stay together. We can start a petition to sign, if we have to, if this sort of things keep happening to the people we care about.
Thank you.
Hi guys it’s me @Destielette :
First of all I’d like to hug every single one of you who reblogged this and wrote kind words for me, I’m really touched 😢
As you know now, tumblr suspended my account a week ago and I still don’t know the reason , I will write a separate post about this, I just wanted to thank you and tell you that I miss you like crazy and I feel very depressed since they took down my blog 😢😢💔💔
I’m gonna be honest with you, if I can’t get my blog back, I don’t think I’ll have the courage to continue ,I’ve been on this site for 2 years and half and was about to reach 13000 followers when they suspended my blog and I just can’t imagine starting over again, if they kill my blog, I won’t continue here, not like before anyway.
I’m still not giving up especially now that I know I’m missed and needed here, I will keep annoying them and if you have any idea of how to make them give me my blog back faster please comment here or reblog.
My blog’s name has never been more fitting than now, “This blog doesn’t exist” ,I don’t know whether I should laugh or cry.
And last but not least I would like to thank the Angel that is @magnificent-winged-beast for her support every day, God bless you 😢❤️
@destielette1 We’ll always be reblogging!! Don’t lose hope, and once again I’m so sorry this happened to you 😦 Every time you or your lovely edits appeared on my dashboard, my day got a lot brighter!
@staff Stop being little poops. Give her an explanation. Or else, restore her blog!
So will Cas give his grace to Jack?? Maybe as a nephilim Jack needs both his grace and his humanity…
ohhh i like this Hot Take. I’m here for Cas deciding he doesn’t need his grace in any capacity. Kudos if it’s to save Jack or to be done with Heaven. Maybe Cas sacrificing his grace is what causes the divide between characters. Either way, I will go down shouting for Human!Cas in a flannel going on hunts with Dean and Sam and even Jack.
Yeah Cas choosing to give it to jack is an idea I like a lot. Better than having it taken or feeling like he has no choice and must help heaven or something
So will Cas give his grace to Jack?? Maybe as a nephilim Jack needs both his grace and his humanity…
Maybe the djinn just saw Dean’s time in hell? He was looking for nightmares so that would qualify and it would make sense it’d shock him because 9 out of 10 humans you’re going to feed on won’t have anything close to that in their minds.
It was late when the bunker’s main door clanged open and the twin sounds of boots thudding down the stairs echoed through the map room and library. Everyone had been asleep for hours, Jack included. Castiel had waited up for Sam and Dean’s arrival, unsurprised that they decided not to stay the night in Sioux Falls.
Dean had been away from home long enough. He hadn’t even had the chance to sleep in his own bed yet.
When the brothers trudged into the library, Sam greeted Castiel with a tight, tired smile and bloodshot eyes that said I’ll fill you in later. It made something constrict in Castiel’s chest, but he decided to let it go for the night. Sam needed rest, which was evident from the way he yawned and made for the dormitories.
Meanwhile, Dean scrubbed his hands down his face and dropped his duffle on the table to deal with it tomorrow. He went for the whiskey on the stand near the bookshelves and poured a few fingers into a glass. Castiel didn’t comment on it. He sat in silence as he listened to Dean sigh into the first sip, refreshed.
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