[classicdean]

“How long do you get?”

“One year…I got one year.”

[claricemydarling]

Dean: Fuck me if I’m wrong, but-

Sam: You are wrong.

Dean: I didn’t even-

Sam: Wrong. YOU ARE WRONG.

[unicorncastiell]

[crossroadwincest-blog]

How to talk about your brother. 

[princesssjared]

Marry your best friend

I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with.

 Someone who speaks highly of you. 

Someone you can laugh with. 

The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. 

The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs.

 Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. 

Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too.

 Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times.

Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.

(x)

gif credits: @wellcometothedarkside - @out-in-the-open - @nothingidputbeforeyou <3

[jackjunk]

[fr-eklz]

♡

[baronsamediswife]

#don’t you just want#sam standing above the bed#holding a cup of coffee#and then deciding not to wake him#and finding his phone instead#because–#just because (via @zmediaoutlet)

[deactivated-blog]

Dean taking care of Sam (for @nursedean)

[waterbird13-deactivated20250720]

Season 5 is filled with Sam exceeding people’s expectations. He shocks the hunters when he spits out the demon blood. He gets through to Jesse the antiChrist when no one else can. He beats the 900 year old witch at cards when Bobby and Dean are sure he can’t. He uses the demon blood not to do what Famine wants him to do, but to incapacitate a horseman. He shows faith when no one else can.  “In Song Remains the Same” this is the first time Sam has ever seen his mother except for when he saw her ghost in Home and when Azazel showed him the night she died in “All Hell Breaks Loose”. It’s the first time Sam really sees the Mary that Dean remembers. He sees Mary, he completely freezes. All he can do is stare and all he can say is “you’re so beautiful.” Can you imagine what that must have been like for Sam? How simultaneously freeing and painful it must have been to be able to see his parents again? To be able to see his mother and be able to have at least one memory of her being alive? To be able to apologise to John for everything even if he wasn’t aware that he was the one Sam was apologising to? And to know that it would be his last memory of either of them?  In “My Bloody Valentine”, we see just how strong Sam is. When he was facing down Famine and Famine was telling him to drink down the dozens of demons around him, Sam didn’t do what Famine wanted. In fact, he used the demon blood he already drank to incapacitate Famine. He used it once again to protect people. Even before this, we see how scared Sam is. We see how much he just doesn’t want to succumb to Famine. He makes them lock him up, for God’s sake. Sam tries so hard not to fail, not to make the same mistake again. And even when he fails and ends up drinking the demon blood, he doesn’t let it control him. He still does something that is so classically Sam and is so obviously tortured about it afterwards. To me this is really the moment where we should have realised how it would end. We should have seen this and realised that Sam would really be able to do whatever it took to beat Lucifer and stop the Apocalypse. 

[percysowner]

And then in MBV, Dean decides that the appropriate way to have Sam detox is to lock him in a room, all by himself to scream while Cas tells Dean that “it isn’t Sam in there” because Dean announced how hard the detox is on HIM.

[wordsnstuff]

Resources For Writing Sketchy Topics

Medicine

A Study In Physical Injury

Comas

Medical Facts And Tips For Your Writing Needs

Broken Bones

Burns

Unconsciousness & Head Trauma

Blood Loss

Stab Wounds

Pain & Shock

All About Mechanical Injuries (Injuries Caused By Violence)

Writing Specific Characters

Portraying a kleptomaniac.

Playing a character with cancer.

How to portray a power driven character.

Playing the manipulative character.

Portraying a character with borderline personality disorder.

Playing a character with Orthorexia Nervosa.

Writing a character who lost someone important.

Playing the bullies.

Portraying the drug dealer.

Playing a rebellious character.

How to portray a sociopath.

How to write characters with PTSD.

Playing characters with memory loss.

Playing a pyromaniac.

How to write a mute character.

How to write a character with an OCD.

How to play a stoner.

Playing a character with an eating disorder.

Portraying a character who is anti-social.

Portraying a character who is depressed.

How to portray someone with dyslexia.

How to portray a character with bipolar disorder.

Portraying a character with severe depression.

How to play a serial killer.

Writing insane characters.

Playing a character under the influence of marijuana.

Tips on writing a drug addict.

How to write a character with HPD.

Writing a character with Nymphomania.

Writing a character with schizophrenia.

Writing a character with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Writing a character with depression.

Writing a character who suffers from night terrors.

Writing a character with paranoid personality disorder.

How to play a victim of rape.

How to play a mentally ill/insane character.

Writing a character who self-harms.

Writing a character who is high on amphetamines.

How to play the stalker.

How to portray a character high on cocaine.

Playing a character with ADHD.

How to play a sexual assault victim.

Writing a compulsive gambler.

Playing a character who is faking a disorder.

Playing a prisoner.

Portraying an emotionally detached character.

How to play a character with social anxiety.

Portraying a character who is high.

Portraying characters who have secrets.

Portraying a recovering alcoholic.

Portraying a sex addict.

How to play someone creepy.

Portraying sexually/emotionally abused characters.

Playing a character under the influence of drugs.

Playing a character who struggles with Bulimia.

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[missjackil]

Reblogging so I can find it later!! This is priceless!!

[lipstickandsunflowers-deactivat]

Reblog if you're NOT Tumblr famous and you appreciate your followers

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PSA — Speak The Truth will cease to exist

Storify will be taken down May 2018 and with it STT

If any of you has STT in PDF files or any other shareable format, please step up and help us preserve J2 History!

[jdumblr-deactivated20260417]

Reblogging it to add a link to EPUB and PDFs of the STT 

by @bestofj2

https://www.mediafire.com/folder/lbsmi8liqld4d/J2pdfs

https://www.mediafire.com/file/r89dr0njixo50bk/J2+PDFs-20160807T075859Z.zip

The links also include the deleted pages form spn-gossip.

[claricemydarling]

Dean: I love you so much, baby.

Sam: Aw, I love you too—and he’s talking to the car.

[gilver-tblr-deactivated20200808]

JUDGEMENT DAY

If we lose Net Neutrality in the next 24 hours, blame congress. Call your lawmakers now:

202-759-7766

If we lose it guys we’re not just getting charged for using the internet but were also losing these websites

-Google

-Wikipedia

-Twitter

-Uber

-Snapchat

-Spotify

-YouTube

-Facebook

-Netflix

-Gmail

-Soundcloud

-Instagram

-ALL online games and networks

-ALL online shopping services

-ALL online classes

-ALL the porn

Just 24 hours until the choice is made. Do your part if you already haven’t. Call the FCC and tell them you don’t want to pay for social media

-CALL: 202-418-1000

Or text RESIST to 50409 and get walked through the process of making your voice heard to your senator. They represent you and always will

But in the mean time Tumblr, BREAK THE INTERNET. Reblog these pics, post your own thoughts/blogs, spread the word, Join the Fight!

Don’t lie down and wait for results, make the results happen, we’re the people, we’re stronger than we know. Now let’s out and show it

@shyvaporwave @chicagoxjapan @sangapmarii @cubedcoconut @cutestlesbian-pearl @baited-in @nacrepearl @whateverman97 @mr-universe99 @coolerdeath @shesavampirequeen

[alcoholixsocialitx]

I DARE YOU TO ANONYMOUSLY GIVE ME A NICKNAME

[bitchlegend-deactivated20150409]

Okay so I reblogged this post and

There are definitely two kinds of people

[young-mrs-robinson-deactivated2]

Pls pls pls I want a nickname

[spyroforlife]

B)

[1800-sanders-sides]

:>>>>>

[1800-sanders-sides]

Well-

[priinceminty]

gimme nickname bls

[rallythedead]

Do it

[commandercoldcuts]

Cmon snowflakes, don be shy; I CAN SMELL FEAR!!!

[thathighclassbitch]

Anon is off but still

[demigodgooglesearches]

me next

[ask-shinso]

Y e s

[skidaddleskadoodle]

Please

[be-my-friend-will-byers]

Don’t be shy!

[golly-god]

could be fun, yeah?

[crossroadwincest-blog]

I'd love to see how this turns out.

[out-in-the-open]

A Few Good Men (♣) They are both so damn cute!!!! 

[deeactivatedd-deactivated201811]

Promise

“Dean, will we be together when we get older?” Sam asked, his head slightly turning back to look at Dean. Even in the dark room, Sam could still see the sad smile of his older brother.

“Sam, you already know the answer” Dean’s smile faltered,” Why do you ask?” His voice cracked.

Sam turned his head back around, staring directly at the bed next to their own, completely empty, as usual.

“I heard Dad saying one day I’ll have to leave you, forever” Tears were stinging at the back of Dean’s eyes as he had an idea of where this was going.

Lately, the hunts Dad had been going became harder and as Sam got older, he wouldn’t need Dean to watch over him anymore. And with that, Dean could go on hunts while Sammy stayed at the motel, alone.

“I’ll never leave you Sammy, ever. I promise” Dean said, putting his arms around Sam, and pulling him closer.

Sam’s arms folded around Dean’s as he could feel his brother was shaking, a soft sob escaping from Dean.

“I’ll never leave you either, Dean. I pinky promise” Sam took his pinky, hooking it around Dean’s, a soft smile on his face.

Almost 20 years later, Sam was in the room of some random house, holding the bloody body of his big brother Dean, eyes wide and looking at the ceiling.

“Pinky promise me, Dean” he whispered, voice cracking as he shook his brother, tears dropping onto his cheeks.

He shook Dean harder, his hand cupping the cheek of his brother, waiting for his eyes to move. He waited for Dean to start laughing, even saying that it was all a prank.

“What about what you said that night? You promised me, Dean” His voice cracked as the memories from that night so long ago appeared, filling his heart with anger and sadness.

He shook Dean harder, the sobs taking over his body as he slowly realized Dean wouldn’t wake up, ever.

“Pinky promise?” He asked, pressing his head against Dean’s forehead, his breath hitting Dean’s cold lips.

Maybe, just maybe, he could breath life back into Dean.

So, he tried.

[crossroadwincest-blog]

Just rip my heart out.

I'm fine.

[holdmesamthatwasbeautiful]

Dean changing his shirt a few times in the morning. Dean buying the more expensive skincare products in secret. Dean putting on some cologne before dinner. Dean trying to fix his hair in the impala’s rearview mirror when Sam’s out getting coffee. Dean trying to make himself look good for Sam<3

[glass-closet]

Sam’s insomnia hadn’t let up. They had been on the way to a hunt, driving through the deserted roads of the Dakotas until Dean declared they’d have to sleep in the car. They’d curled up on their respective sides of the car, trying to find comfortable positions on the age-old leather seat. 

Dean obviously didn’t have a problem with this, Sam concluded as he watched his brother’s sleeping form. His iPod was playing Echo and the Bunnymen on whisper-low volume as he twitched in his seat uncomfortably. The October chill leaked through the doors, the window too cool to lean on. 

Sam wanted nothing more than to lay his head in Dean’s lap, to feel his warmth, to connect their bodies if even in the smallest of ways. It was risky, but in the surreal pitch-black darkness of the back road, he felt like the rules of the waking world didn’t apply. 

Carefully, as if not to awaken a beast in its slumber, Sam lowered his side on the cool leather, placing his head carefully on Dean’s thighs, facing the steering wheel. He let out a long sigh, slowly relaxing in his place. Dean was so warm and smelled faintly of laundry detergent –

And his hand was in Sam’s hair. Two careful, hesitant strokes on the top of his head, muscles tensing in his thighs before relaxing again, the hand slipping back to his side.

“Goodnight, Sammy,” he whispered. Sam pretended to sleep, as if his body wasn’t thrumming with electricity and his world hadn’t just flipped upside down.