fortune's fool

when jess diedI decided I wouldsave myself the hurtand do something I knewwould inspire pride in her. ♥b u t I still w o n d e rwho i might've beenhad i taken the routei'd wanted.what would've became of the guilt, the trauma, the wanton want...

[demondetoxmanual]

—-> [ 8x13 - “Everybody hates Hitler” ] 

[lawbcy-blog]

GUESS WHO’S RETURNING!?

[blazeternal-blog]

SOUND THE TRUMPETS – Well, guys, I’ve got an announcement. I’m archiving this blog and Sam’s. This means I will no longer be rping as either Sam or Dean. I know that’s going to bum out a few people, but I’d be willing to rp over skype as both if anyone’s interested. Now, with all that said, you can find me at @gratiainflamma. This will be my new home base and where I’ll be rping from. Also! Like this if you want me to follow from that blog. Hope everyone’s having a good night. ♥

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[lawbcy-blog]

“I JUST wanted you to know -- you’re the BEST.”

[lawbcy-blog]

@jatamansi she would be replacing fiona. and i might be retiring sam. i donut know

[meladoodle]

A demon that writes messages on your mirror with blood but they’re useful messages. Like “remember you have yoga at 6 tonight”

[coreymagz-deactivated20210907]

“You need to leave him, Karen”.

[wnq-writers]

To be an open-minded person is to accept that close-minded people exist.

howtoevaporate (via wnq-writers)

[lawbcy-blog]

Like for a starter! Come one come all!!

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all my blogs (in case you can’t reach me at a certain one)

Sam Dean Fiona

[lawbcy-blog]

Deanna’s eyebrows rose at the sight of the shot glasses; only Sam would have something so silly. No, scratch that. Deanna’s taste was pretty corny, too. Who was she trying to fool?

She happily accepted the little glass of rum that was poured for her, the woman clinking their glasses together in a small toast before she was downing the liquid. “Wow. I mean, wow. This tastes just like apple pie!” She laughed, moving to pour herself another. It was two of her absolute favorite things wrapped in one and honestly? Before she left she was gonna ask him for a bottle. Deanna could sit there and drink it all day.

His next question made her pause, the woman slowly lowering the shot glass from her lips and she sighed softly through her nose. She knew this question was going to come, he always asked her at least once. Before it used to make her angry, the woman always feeling cornered, like he was judging her for some reason. She knew he wasn’t and that he just wanted her to be “happy”, but the idea of settling down for the apple pie life just didn’t settle with her. At least, it hadn’t for most of her life. She’d tried it once or twice, had it for a whole year with Lisa before things got too much and she just couldn’t ignore the darker aspects of the world around her and had to go. Deanna supposed that was her own fault, but hunting was always something that gnawed at her soul, slithering its way inside like a snake and never leaving its little nest it had made there. No matter how hard she tried to be normal, normality wasn’t something that came to her very easily. Hunting was just something that never stopped being a major priority for her.

“I guess so, sometimes. But you already know my answer, Sam. I just… I can’t. I’m happy you got out and all, but I don’t think that outcome’s for me.” She shrugged, taking another bite of the delicious dinner he’d made for them.

“It's an honorable life,” Sam conceded. “Maybe not what you have to do to survive, but what you do in general.” Saving people, hunting things, the family business. Sam still remembered that bit of Deanna's vocabulary.

“But... There's so much more to life than that,” Sam continued. His brows furrowed. The tip of his tongue danced along the edge of his bottom lip. There was an idea trudging around in his foggy brain – foggy because he didn't know how to better approach it. He hated this. Coming at her with little more than what he had and hoping she liked what she saw. “And I'm not judging you by any means. I just want you safe. I just want...” He knew what he wanted. He just didn't know how to describe it so she could understand.

“Just stay here for a while. Home base. You can come and go as you please.”

[lawbcy-blog]

online. slooooooow. omg

[lost-shoe]

“You did the best you could… I forgive you”

Heaven and Hell (4.10)

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👊 eleven's probably pissed at him

@tclckcnctic asked for a meme

The impact of her fist was ABSORBED by his lower stomach. He bent a little, but OTHERWISE, Sam just PUSHED her fist away from him. “Eat your wheaties, kid, and work on that SWING if you want t’hurt me.” He knees bent to closer meet her eyes. “Maybe… try your WORDS?”

[turtlejustice]

insp.

[lawbcy-blog]

👊👊👊

CATCHING the fist with one hand, Sam REARED back his dominant arm. His palm came down like thunder against his ATTACKER’S throat. He threw them to the ground. Sam HOVERED over them, kneeling, with his hand against their bundle of vertebrae, tissue, and flesh. “I OFFERED you a way OUT, but you had to go and do THIS,” He breathed, his voice shaky with ANIMOSITY. Hazel eyes GLARED wide. 

After a moment’s thought, he sucked in a breath and SPIT in his attacker’s face. “FUCK YOU. Don’t get up.” ( Stupid fucking cock monkey. )

[lawbcy-blog]

saM NEEDS CUDDLES HE’S GETTING PUNCHED SO MUCH WHY DO U HURT MY PRECIOUS BABY ;C

jk i love it lmao