Look, you who never asked for this: it’s the bearing that hurts. Not the losing. It’s the carrying on.
— Devin Kelly, from “My Mother, the Day She Knows the Ones Who Died in the Shooting,” published in Foundry

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Look, you who never asked for this: it’s the bearing that hurts. Not the losing. It’s the carrying on.
— Devin Kelly, from “My Mother, the Day She Knows the Ones Who Died in the Shooting,” published in Foundry
' how’s your back? '
THE BOAT PROMPTS ⨠ ACCEPTING .
for a moment, they’re apart from it all. around them, the stale motel - room air hums with levity, bubbling over dean’s limbs like effervescence. he feels champagne - light, like this night could gather itself beneath the battered soles of his boots and lift him off the ground. it’s him and sam, and this tiny sliver of peace they’ve chipped off from someone else’s due. dean wants to hold it tight in his fist, to slip it under his skin and take it inside himself, where he knows it’ll be safe. instead, he slathers on his best eyeroll and pitches it over to sam.
“ you’re not that heavy, doofus. ” in truth, discomfort is coiling like a viper in the small of his back, twining its way up his spine and radiating outwards. sam is so much bigger than dean is accustomed to, like a puppy who’s only just grown into his paws. it had been startling, at first, but dean is growing to like it. “ gain another hundred pounds, then we’ll talk. ” the thought alone has his bones groaning in protest, and yet like any good winchester, stubbornness has always clung to him like a second skin.
he takes a pull from the beer sitting on the dinged - up coffee table in front of him and kicks his feet up, smacking his lips in appreciation. “ so where’s my 20 bucks, huh? ain’t lettin’ you off that easy. ”
book meme / the boat, nam le
you were sick.
a day lived, a sea of knowledge earned.
everyone says so.
family is family. you might only have one shot at it.
don’t worry about me.
thank you, sweetie.
be careful or your hands will blister.
i didn’t mean to wake you.
the past’s a cold body of water for me and nowadays my bones ache after even a quick dip.
you’re exhausted.
a mess. i’m a mess.
we just don’t talk about that kind of stuff.
do you want me to make some lunch?
that was the big secret.
fuck off. i’m serious.
the captive buffalo hates the free buffalo.
i don’t want you to say what i want you to say!
a precaution against what?
we’re almost there.
don’t go anywhere.
just saying it felt like some sort of betrayal.
i read your story this morning. while you were still sleeping.
listen to you and your fancy language.
don’t be such a little dickhead then.
all bullshit.
as much loneliness as fear.
how’s your back?
i was dreaming.
it’s tough enough for him already.
i’m probably a bad person.
you’re angry.
i didn’t want to be defined by it.
be quiet! be quiet!
it’s crowded as hell.
HORROR AESTHETICS
bloodied knuckles . tear stained cheeks . rust . a busted lip . claws . fangs . a bloody nose . chattering teeth . a dark space underneath the bed . scratching noises on a wall . creaking metal . fog . dancing under moonlight . blood dripping lips . heavy breathing in the dark . a feeling of unexplained dread . a figure in a dark corner . dirty peeling wallpaper . a bloody handprint on the wall . sobbing in the dark . bite marks on the skin . eerie whispers . a hood covering a stranger’s eyes . the growl of a hidden animal . the sound of a blade being sharpened . a deep, dark forest . walking on the streets alone at night . a cobweb-filled, abandoned building . eyes darting in paranoia . a heavy beating pulse . the feeling of being trapped . struggling to get out a scream . boards covering broken windows . a quiet graveyard . a gas station in the middle of nowhere . a road that never ends . heavy fog rolling in . the scent of blood in the air . eerie old photographs . walking along traintracks at night . a chill going up the spine . gathering crows . a dusty, dimly lit study . mist over a deserted cobblestone street . ghost towns . shadows around a campfire . the sound of chanting . church bells tolling . an orange harvest moon . a broken down carnival . a dirty stuffed animal abandoned . wiping bloody hands on fabric . nightmares . waking up in a panic . a power outage . heavy lightning storms . a secret trap door . the feeling of being watched . fear from trauma . a ouija board set out on a table . an eerie doll . a scream of anguish and pain . withered plants . a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust . owl eyes in the dark . curled, dead tree branches . a ritual altar . flickering candles . a lantern held up in the dark . fear of being followed . creaking floorboards . repressed, horrible memories . clenched teeth . soft, echoing piano keys . an old book covered in dust . many pairs of glaring eyes . stumbling in pitch black darkness . being stranded in the middle of nowhere . tarot cards on a table . a trail of blood
tagged by. @prodigil tagging. all of u
hey so uh if anyone likes horror, the arctic, death by scurvy, or sad boys in the 1840s come hit me up over here
hey so uh if anyone likes horror, the arctic, death by scurvy, or sad boys in the 1840s come hit me up over here
texting starters send a symbol for…
🌻 a worried text.
🐰 a goofy text.
🦋 a loving text.
🧦 a half-asleep text.
🌳 a happy text.
🍎 an apologetic text.
⚠️ a text meant for someone else.
🕰️ an early morning text.
💫 a late night text.
🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.
💡 a scared text.
💀 an urgent text.
🥇 a supportive text.
🔪 a hateful text.
🌊 a sad text.
⚡ an angry text.
🚀 a goodbye text.
ROLEPLAY HISTORY .
post 10 characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. then tag 10 people to do the same. aside from that, please repost instead of reblog !
CURRENTLY PLAYING .
dean winchester, from supernatural — @hellazrus ( kinda inactive )
castiel, from supernatural ━ @sacripent ( inactive )
supernatural multi featuring: bobby singer, sam winchester, bela talbot, ed zeddmore, meg masters, alastair, ruby ━ @asphlts ( inactive )
ash halloway, supernatural-based oc ━ @stryges ( inactive )
WANT TO PLAY .
abaddon, from supernatural
charlie bradbury, from supernatural
sylvia tilly, from star trek
éowyn, from lotr
gollum, from lotr (don’t @ me)
one of the nazgûl, from lotr (still don’t @ me)
HAVE PLAYED .
spock, from star trek
leonard mccoy, from star trek
lady macbeth, from shakespeare
mrs. lovett, from sweeney todd
bilbo baggins, from lotr / the hobbit
and a bunch of others less recently
TAGGED BY. @shieldeus ♥ TAGGING. anyone!! pls steal this and tag me i want to know
if anyone has any suggestions for how to wean yourself off chapstick let a girl know
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I miss you more than I remember you.
Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019)
aw shit. i forgot about gadreel :\ this is sure gonna fuck up my plans for a post-s8 redemption arc for dean asghasdf
hi i miss s1-3 of supernatural exclusively
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