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My type is and probably always will be emotionally stunted or damaged characters that (at the start of their arcs) suck at expressing their feelings towards others in healthy, productive or useful ways, but that are ride or die for the people they love and care about to an almost absurd degree.
"I can't believe this! I'm just so, so..." Her tongue tripped over her teeth trying to speak. The rage was hot in her stomach, but sadness dwelled in her head. They stood outside, it was midnight. The moon was shining so bright it was like a flashlight in the sky, illuminating the intense features written on her face in precise cursive. His eardrums played his heartbeat in his ears, anticipating what she had to say. Then, she said it. His whole body crashed and suddenly the cold air felt like tiny needles in every orifice of his body. "...disappointed." She said softly, quietly. The word was like acid which dripped from her tongue, burning a hole in his heart; the letters spat from her mouth gently like a syringe filled with poison in which someone pushed the handle to let the air escape but instead squirted a liquid line from the needle before injecting it into his veins. He saw tears brimming her eyes as she brought her cold hand up to his face, stroking his cheek with her thumb while slowly shaking her head. Her hand fluttered from his face and found itself deep within the pockets of his hoodie, the one she was wearing, joining her other hand. He watched as the moon shone on her as if it were a spot light, following her as her body swayed differently when she walked this time. It swayed the way a tree might in a storm; angry, yet so very collected. He sat on the porch steps, cursing the moon for being so bright; for he could see her walking so sorrowed for much longer than he would've in the regular night. He mustn't go after her, she would never forgive him. That was her biggest pet peeve, ya'know. She hated when anyone tried to speak to her, let alone be near her when she needed her alone time connecting with nature; finding answers within the flowers. But that's just it. He had been the only person to ever experience her nature walks with her. She loved him enough to entertwine her soul with his through the trees, she trusted him enough to introduce him to Mother Nature. And he repayed her with a broken heart. He cried. The tears streamed down his face like waterfalls during a hurricane. It's my fault.. He thought to himself. Stop crying... He thought once more, but he couldn't, because he knew it was his fault. He knew he never should have been so reckless, so careless. This wasn't the end, he knew that much. It was the beginning to a long, long journey trying to redeem himself. And if even the day came alive where she'd forgive him, he would never truly forgive himself. He was disgusted. This was not the man - now sunken so low as to be considered a boy - he wanted to be. He didn't stop crying; for hours he hadn't stopped. It had to have been early morning by now. The sun was starting to rise, coloring the sky in yellow and lilac hues, and he hadn't left that very spot. He poked his head out from his hands only to witness her walking up the driveway. The morning sun seemed to rise as she walked, laying down a road tinted with gold while the weak light of the sun hit her face; it made her beautiful brown eyes look like pools of maple syrup. Her face was puffy, a glinting wetness reflected her sadness. But still, the corners of her thin, peach colored lips curled into a weak smile while the inner edges of her eyebrows were pushed together, plainly indicating her smile wasn't fake, no - it was a smile made of forgiveness; even if she didn't feel it yet. As she walked, the smell of his cologne wafted into her nose and she scrunched it in delight, earning an almost unnoticeable smirk from him. She looked at him with grace. She forgives him. But she doesn't know it yet. Neither does he, but looking at her now; the sun glowing on her face, tangled hair in a careless bun placed unevenly on the back side of her head, unspoken sadness infused with ever-growing love radiating from her coffee colored eyes; hope gleaming from them, he knew everything would be alright.
Reblog If You Post Or Are A Supernatural Blog
I want to follow every single one of you! :D
(I just wanted to add something I’m sorry)
went to the store and just had to get this, i didn't know Ryan Reynolds had his own brand of condoms! although it looks like tinfoil, ill try anything once :)
This is a self care curse. Reblog to curse your followers to treat themselves well.♡♡♡
Ok, I accidentally decapitated Misha
Nahh I did this on accident
And I felt like posting it, because it sounded dramatic 😅😂
@destiel-honeypie I’m…. trying….. so….. hard….. not…… to…… say it…… okay my impulse control caved in.
Give him head
Why did I not see this coming…lol
Beats me, mess is my middle name @thatsnotwhoifuckingam
Guys, I’m German, I didn’t understand it because it’s colloquial, so I googled it and I have just one (1) question:
Why?
In the SPNFamily, we are:
As loving as Jared Padalecki.
As strong as Jensen Ackles.
As free-spirited as Misha Collins.
As sassy as Mark Sheppard.
As innocent as Alex Calvert.
As spunky as Richard Speight Jr.
As protective as Jim Beaver.
As jubilant (and Fandom Dedicated) as Osric Chau.
As smart as Felicia Day.
As pure as Rob Benedict.
As elegant as Ruth Connell.
As fearless as Katherine Ramdeen.
As tough as Kim Rhodes.
As no-nonsense as Jeffrey Dean Morgan.
As sexy as Sebastian Roché.
As tender as Matt Cohen.
As hopeful as Briana Buckmaster.
As adorably cuddly (in an evil way) as Mark Pellegrino.
And we are ALL Family.
Bless your soul for this.
Yes!!!
*breaks the reblog button*
This family is incredible. Everyone is amazing.
some more deancas fic recs
Entertaining Strangers by domesticadventures (au, 34k words, R)
Leave Me In the Mountains by carrieosity (au, 20k words, R)
Time Makes You Bolder by pantheon_of_discord (canon, 5k words, NC-17)
Life In Pink by youaresunlight (au, 25k words, NC-17)
A Lot to Learn About Livin’ by loversantiquities (au, 9k words, PG-13)
where your heart ought to be by vaudelin (canon, 4k words, NC-17)
Our Way To Fall by lemonsorbae (au, 76k words, NC-17)
Love Has A Quiet Voice by casloveshisfreckles (au, 57k words, NC-17)
Find Our Way by youaresunlight (au, 26k words, NC-17)
I Won’t Even Wish for Snow by annie d (scaramouche) (au, 7k words, PG-13)
The Shape of Regret by halzbarry (au, 70k words, NC-17)
Highway 9 by ellispark (au, 39k words, NC-17)
from our invincible heights by lomanegra (au, 10k words, R)
For Lack of a Better Word by pantheon_of_discord (canon, 26k words, NC-17)
So Says The Sword by komodobits (canon, 85k words, NC-17)
Rest in Pieces by xylodemon (canon, 22k words, NC-17)
Genie in a Bottle by thepopeisdope (au, 29k words, NC-17)
none better by sharkfish (canon, 3k words, PG-13)
From Fools and From Sages by gotthesilver (canon, 6k words, R)
Yeah but in that episode 300 is someone going to say the magic words “ your boyfriend, the one with the trenchcoat” or what, because everybody knows.
Sam: I notice you didn’t correct them.
Dean: What am I supposed to say? “He’s not my boyfriend he’s a millennia-old wavelength of celestial intent”? C’mon.
Sam: Yeah but…I notice you didn’t correct them.
Dean: … shut up.
MAKE IT HAPPEN. ☝️🧐
me: oh yeah i’ll watch [insert mega popular easily-accessed netflix thing] at some point
me:
God you really know its 2AM when you look at the clock and it is
The Final Scene - If I wrote it
Okay, so, short background on this: I get why Jared and Jensen think the show should end in one or both of them dying. I do.
So, this is my take on the very last scene in Supernatural if they insist upon their characters dying. Because this popped into my head and I couldn’t get it out.
Basically, up until this point, Dean has made a heroic sacrifice and they will not be getting him back this time. As painful as it is, Sam and Cas (who I think will be human before the end of the show) are left behind and have to accept that. Then, it’ll look like we’re leaving off on this really bummer note…only for this scene to suddenly take place. I’m thinking, start the credits and everything, only for them to be interrupted by this scene. I’m not gonna lie, guys: I got a little emotional writing this.
Also, again, keep in mind that I am by no means an expert in regards to screenwriting format. I just think it’s fun to mess with. So please excuse any of my mistakes in that regard.
I hope you like it!
I’m totally not crying, at work, like an idiot.
Meanwhile, me:
twitter stating nothing but facts
reblog if you support boys expressing soft emotions
If being against child porn, incest and pedophilia makes somebody an asshole, then I’m an asshole :))
reblog if you’re an asshole too :)))))
Exactly I am :D
im the biggest asshole you'll ever meet
