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My boyfriend was so determined to get all the tangles out of my hair that he spent 30 minutes running his fingers through my hair, asked for a brush, and then spent another 30 minutes brushing my hair 😍😍 I’ve never felt anyone’s love so much in the smallest task!

#boyfriend #i love my man #relationship goals #get you a man like this

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reblog if you love your military man 🇺🇸❤️

#marine girlfriend #love

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AU where John Winchester loved his boys just a little bit less and put them up for adoption and they were raised in a healthy, functional home.

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They’re good boys. Mischievous, too smart for their own good, scrappy, practically attached at the hip, but good boys. Dean had a hard time adjusting at first, nonverbal and nightmare-ridden from post-traumatic stress, prone to panic attacks when alone, but their adopted parents found the best child psychiatrist they could afford and in time he began to heal, began to break out of his shell. Even when he wasn’t talking his empathy was remarkable, and as he’s grown a whip-smart analytical intellect developed to supplement it.

Dean remembers their birth parents like looming figures seen through smoke, but Sam, Sam grew up in this life, and their adoptive family is the only one he’s ever known. He has a rebellious streak a mile wide and it frustrates no one in the world more than it does Dean (still prone to hovering over or trailing behind him with a dreamlike missive ringing in his ears like the last audible echoes of a scream – Look out for Sammy), but he’s smart and strong and driven, independent and devoted all at once. He has these fits at times, though, and Dr Margaret (now the family psychiatrist) calls them rage attacks but they feel like blisters of thick oil growing and bursting inside him from gut to teeth. Over time he learns to swallow them down til he can go somewhere quiet, like the creek where the brothers chased frogs barefoot and shot BBs at old cans, to give in to the festering dark where he can’t hurt anyone else. Everyone knows sweet, sweet Sammy is the one with the temper. It gets chalked up to adolescence but he knows damned well it’s always been this way and probably always will.

They love to spar. Dean’s fondness of sports shooting tapers off in favour of wrestling and team sports (he loves the rush and competition but not so much the hurting-people part), while Sam is kind of scary good at Krav Maga once he finds a trainer for it (the discipline does him good).

At eighteen Dean is buried in scholarship offers – engineering, business, sports, he has heart and brains and beauty enough that the sky’s the limit – but passes up the Big Important Offers for the chance to stay in town close to home. Maybe he’ll do MIT later on but he just wants to stretch out his time close to family as long as he can. That’s where he’s happy. That’s where he’s safe.

(And, Sam suspects, it might also have something to do with wanting to stay near that one friend he’s been so close to since junior high. He’s been placing bets with himself on when his brother will nut up and ask the guy out for years.)

He takes a summer job as a volunteer firefighter. He has a panic attack the first time he has to go in. Even though Dean’s too old to see Dr Margaret as a patient she helps him through it, helps him overcome, but he decides discretion is the better part of valour. The family supports him in quitting as much as they did when he took the job: “You already saved me from the fire,” Sam tells him, “you don’t have to prove anything.”

Two years later Sam cashes in on his bet. Mom and Dad are a little shocked but Eric’s been like a third son for so long that when he comes over for dinner with Dean and they’re lacing fingers together instead of trading playful punches it’s just another layer of family, just another kind of love.

One year later Sam nearly hyperventilates over his acceptance letter from Stanford. It’s a full ride though their parents would have put up all they could afford and help shoulder his loans even if it wasn’t. Dean’s heart breaks a little, but Sam’s joy is like wildfire and they promise to visit each other even though Palo Alto is so far away. They make good on it, trading off driving (Dean) or flying (Sam) on breaks, keeping tabs in email and, later on, Skype. Sam brings a girl home with him for Dean’s graduation. They all love Jess, of course, instantly, and she’s instrumental in talking Dean into going after his MSE after all. Dean starts placing bets with himself on how long it’ll take til she’s wearing a ring.

They were good boys, and they become good men. Stalwart, too clever for their own good, not so attached at the hip anymore but still close, still mischievous, but good men. Dean soaks up love and radiates it back into everything he does and everyone he knows. Sam harnesses the dark inside him and turns it into a driving passion to do good and right wrongs, and doggedly ignores the nightmares that seem to come out of nowhere – Jess is there to soothe him when he wakes. Neither of them are marksmen, neither have Latin chants memorised; they don’t fear the night or the fire, nor go looking for trouble in them.

So when Azazel comes for Sam six months after his twenty-third birthday none of them are prepared to put up a fight.

He makes a good king.

mguadarrama50

OH MY GOSH THE ENDING! I WASN'T FUCKING PREPARED FOR THE TEARS

#supernatural #sam and dean

godofavengers

Supernatural writers: we did the right thing by killing off Cas for a few episodes

Sam: you fucked up a perfectly good Dean Winchester is what you did look at it it’s got anxiety.

#supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel winchester

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Accidental hipster Jensen (Jibcon 2017)

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Accidental hipster Jensen is so adorable.

#jensen ackles #j2 #i need you to let me touch it #jibcon 2017

hipstered

date the person who says, “have fun, be safe, and call if you need anything” not the person who gets mad at you for going out w/o them

blondetrash

partnership not ownership

esprit-descalier

Reblog until I die

#not supernatural #relationships #preach

striders

not to like make a huge fucking post about shit that’s been talked to death but it really genuinely scares me how many straight girls think it’s normal to just… not like your partner. like they think it’s normal and okay for their boyfriends to openly think they’re stupid and annoying and to be totally derisive about their interests and for them not to be friends or have things in common or enjoy each other’s personalities or encourage their interests? you are supposed to be friends with the person you’re in love with. you are supposed to want to talk to them about the things that make them happy. you do not have to settle for people who treat your entire personality as a burden outside of what you do to cater to them.

mguadarrama50

Everyone needs to see this

#truth

dirkfucker

reblog if you:

- flinch away when someone touches you.

- panic when you accidentally break an object.

- get scared when someone walks behind you.

- feel your heart rate increase at every sudden noise.

- are easily panicked by slightly-louder-than-normal sounds.

- stare apprehensively at your bedroom doorway for hours at night.

- have trouble making eye contact with people.

- always feel either too mature or too immature for your age.

- simultaneously crave and be terrified of physical contact.

because i do all of these

This is so cute!

I can't stop laughing his facial expressiona have me rotfl 😂😂😂

#adorable #dying #cry laughing

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Oh shit. No. Shit. Thank you

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Just gonna reblog this out of gratitude because I actually did forget…

novacaineandabelle

Fffffffff let me get right on that.

and then reblog for the next forgetful son of a bitch

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I’m so great full for everyone that is reblogging this. I totally forgot to take mine

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I think that there is some sort of unspoken fairy godparent thing where you see this, realize that you forgot your meds, and rebagel it because if you forgot someone else must have. And in our turn we all take care of each other, even if we don’t know it.

#reblog just in case

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Rural Questions #1

Does everybody else know that children’s song about eating bees or was that exclusive to my area

araviir

wait that sounds familiar how does it go

whoopsrobots

(Gather children in a large circle)

*with hands clasped*:

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’M

brINGING home a baby bumblebee

won’t my mama be so proud of me

I’M BRINGIN HOME A BABY BUMBLEBEE

OUCH! it stung me

*while smushing hands together*:

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’M

squishING up a baby bumblebee

wON’T my mama be so proud of me

I’M SQUISHING UP A BABY BUMBLEBEE

EW! it’s all over me

*with tongue out, pretending to lick hands*:

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’M

LICKing up a baby bumblebee

wON’T my mama be so proud of me

I’M LICKING UP A BABY BUMBLEBEE

GROSS! It’s inside me

OPTIONAL:

*Bent over and heaving*:

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’M

BARFING UP A BABY BUMBLEBEE

wON’T my mama be so proud of me

I’M PUKING UP A BABY BUMBLEBEE

YUCK! it’s all over me!

BONUS LINE:

(Taking it back to third)

*while smushing hands together*:

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’M

LICKing UP A BABY BUMBLEBEE

platiddypus

what in the hell why would your mother be proud of you for eating bees what the fuck is this?

babayagay

my whole preschool had to sing this to our parents on Mothers Day

mguadarrama50

I don't know why but I learned this song at camp 11 years ago and I haven't heard of it since until just now

#i don't know what to do with this information

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Love Lives On

Pairing: Jenneel

Squares Filled: Nurse!Jensen for @spnaubingo and Hospital AU for @spnangstbingo

Warnings: Cancer, cancer treatments, smut - not super explicit but it’s there, major character death.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3900ish

A/N: This done for @spnaubingo as well as @spnangstbingo and it’s a request from a sweet Nonnie Bunny. This is fiction and AU - absolutely zero hate or harm wished upon these amazing people. It’s a work of fiction and the challenge here was angst.

I cried writing this so ye’ be warned!

Thanks to my sweet Erin @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

SPN AU BINGO MASTERLIST - SPN ANGST BINGO MASTERLIST

There were always things that reminded him of her, but today she seemed to be everywhere he turned. The basketball game on the tv. The showing of highlights from this year’s NYC ball drop. The pregnant woman in the hall that he had actually thought was her until she turned around. Her voice in his head and the mirage of her sitting in the chemo chair.

Jensen felt as if he couldn’t breath as he rushed out the doors of the hospital. Misha and Briana had been checking up on him all day, and finally they had gone to Jared, who had decided to give Jensen a sick day. Normally he would have argued with his friends and co-workers, but Jared was his boss. Not that that normally would have stopped him, but Jensen knew they were right. He couldn’t be here today. Jensen knew where he had to be.

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mguadarrama50

This turned me into a complete mess, now I'm sobbing in a puddle of my own tears how dare you do this to me?

#jensen Ackles #danneel Ackles #jenneel #GROSS SOBBING

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Zoom in on her face in the third gif. She means this. You are completely irreplaceable.

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This went deep man. Look at her face. I would love to know where this came from, what she was talking about. And it’s true. So true. Completely irreplaceable. You are you and there is no better you

ineffable-uncertainty

Reblogging because I needed to see this message tonight, and something tells me someone else does too.

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Reblogging as I think every one of my followers are special and impossible to replace.

Remember that.

madeofkindness

Actual tears

mguadarrama50

EVERYONE NEEDS TO HEAR THIS!!

#you matter #you are important #not supernatural

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STORY TIME:

I work in a decent sized, local, indie bookstore. It’s a great job 99% of the time and a lot of our customers are pretty neat people. Any who, middle of the day this little old lady comes up. She’s lovably kooky. She effuses how much she loves the store and how she wishes she could spend more time in it but her husband is waiting in the car (OH! I BETTER BUY HIM SOME CHOCOLATE!), she piles a bunch of art supplies on the counter and then stops and tells me how my bangs are beautiful and remind her of the ocean (“Wooooosh” she says, making a wave gesture with her hand)

Ok. I think to myself. Awesomely happy, weird little old ladies are my favorite kind of customer. They’re thrilled about everything and they’re comfortably bananas. I can have a good time with this one. So we chat and it’s nice.

Then this kid, who’s been up my counter a few times to gather his school textbooks, comes up in line behind her (we’re connected to a major university in the city so we have a lot of harried students pass through). She turns around to him and, out of nowhere, demands that he put his textbooks on the counter. He’s confused but she explains that she’s going to buy his textbooks.

He goes sheetrock white. He refuses and adamantly insists that she can’t do that. It’s like, $400 worth of textbooks. She, this tiny old woman, bodily takes them out of her hands, throws them on the counter and turns to me with a intense stare and tells me to put them on her bill. The kid at this point is practically in tears. He’s confused and shocked and grateful. Then she turns to him and says “you need chocolate.” She starts grabbing handfuls of chocolates and putting them in her pile.

He keeps asking her “why are you doing this?” She responds “Do you like Harry Potter?“ and throws a copy of the new Cursed Child on the pile too.

Finally she’s done and I ring her up for a crazy amount of money. She pays and asks me to please give the kid a few bags for his stuff. While I’m bagging up her merchandise the kid hugs her. We’re both telling her how amazing she is and what an awesome thing she’s done. She turns to both of us and says probably one of the most profound, unscripted things I’ve ever had someone say:

“It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.”

The kid thanks her again and leaves. I tell her again how awesome she is. She’s staring out the door after him and says to me: “My son is a homeless meth addict. I don’t know what I did. I see that boy and I see the man my son could have been if someone had chosen to be kind to him at just the right time.”

I’ve bagged up all her stuff and at this point am super awkward and feel like I should say something but I don’t know what. Then she turns to me and says: I wish I could have bangs like that but my darn hair is just too curly.“ And leaves.

And that is the story of the best customer I’ve ever had. Be kind to somebody today.