PEGGYofOZ <3 adi # 20 y/o ~ he/she * non-binary + femme lesbian x-men comics; grey/summers family ⋆˚꩜.ᐟ ✮ sss ⋆。° musicals — for hera 🦚.ೃ࿔*:・ art history 💭 the wizard of oz • babydoll dresses & CDs • ariel
I used to have a tooth gap but it’s closed up after my wisdom teeth started coming in
I have two little white spots in the middle of my front teeth that the dentists have no clue what they are because they’ve migrated to the bottom of my teeth and they say they shouldn’t have moved lol
i discovered how to tie a box knot one bored afternoon as a kid
i type using mostly my pointer finger & thumb
i rock back and forth while flapping my hands when excited, this earned me the nick name "Jay bird" this is also a play on the first letter of my name, "J"
i listen to a lot of 8-bit & rock remix songs, as well as folk lore based songs
my fav species of animal is reptiles!
sometimes i walk like an digitigrade
i used to make mini comic stories with my sister, i can't remember all of them, but we had fun!
i have a gengar keychain i hang on my fanny pack, he's squishimallow themed
The fact that the word "digitigrade" is in your vocabulary is the most autistic thing I've ever seen I'm sorry.
uhhh... fun facts yeah...
I used to be able to play the Tenor Sax but I'm outta practice. I do not have teeth (lie). I've never had a pet in my life. When I was younger I fell off the monkey bars at a park during the winter and got concussed. I have never broken a bone. My metabolism is fast so I am very bony, because of this people say that my elbows and chin are sharp.
as a femme suffering from frequent nightmares i feel i should have a government issued big scary butch in my bed every night so when I wake up all panicked and scared i can roll over and wrap myself around him and burry my face in the crook of his neck as he stirs slightly to wrap his arms around my waist making all fear and anxiety instantly melt out of my body. is that too much to ask be honest
Summary: Sam has started pouting… pouting because of you.
An: I’m back?? Sorry for not uploading in a minute… I lost my motivation.
WC: 1k - Sam Masterlist
It started as something only dean noticed. He had separated you and Sam for a split second so you could get info on the case. The guy was being a real ass so you were sent in to work your magic.
Sam and Dean waited in the car instead of going in with you this time. Dean just happened to look over at his brother to ask something, but he lost his train of thought when he saw the look on his brother's face.
He was… pouting?
Sam Winchester. The known, and feared demon hunter Sam Winchester was pouting. Dean's eyebrows furrowed "Dude. Are you pouting?" He sounded disgusted
Sam looked over at him like a deer caught in headlights "Wha- no" he denied, but the uptick in his voice said otherwise.
Dean couldn't hide his shocked expression "Yeah, whatever-" he waved it off and returned to his original thought but in the back of his mind he confirmed. Sam Winchester definitely pouts.
Sam let out a released breath because he in fact had been pouting. He hated the thought that you had to go and possibly flirt with an asshole just to get information from the guy.
The next time he's caught pouting it's by Bobby. Which is somehow worse than Dean. This time it was because the two of you had a small disagreement about your capabilities.
At least that's how you'd taken it. Sam had been worried about you being sent off to torch bones on the other side of the large and very haunted estate.
He knew you could take care of yourself he'd seen you smite three demons all on your own just to save his ass. But it never stopped the worry.
You gave him a piece of your mind when he volunteered to go find the newfound missing girl that had just been right behind you, instead of you. And then you went anyway.
While they were waiting inside the salted room, Bobby happened to look over at Sam, noticing how quiet he'd been, and scoffed in disbelief at what he saw.
Sam is sitting with his arms folded and pouting like a child.
"Oh come on she's got you poutin' on the job? What's next you kiss the ground she walks on"
"He already does that. You should see him when she falls asleep with her head on his shoulder. Man's whipped" Dean added his (in Sam's opinion) unnecessary commentary.
Sam rolled his eyes because they were being stupid. Winchesters don't pout. Especially not during a job. But Sam was pouting.
He's a grown, 6'4, widely feared hunter and he was pouting.
What the hell is happening to him?
The last time he had been caught was the worst because it had been by you. Dean had gone out to do whatever Dean does in his free time and you and Sam had stayed in your shared motel.
You were lying in Sam's lap, magazine in hand while Sam flipped through channels on the t.v.
You had been so engrossed in the latest celebrity gossip that you rarely had the chance to catch up on that you hadn't acknowledged when Sam had muttered three heavy words.
There was a pang in Sam's chest when seconds of silence passed after he muttered the words. Which it's not like he hadn't said them to you before. He had, hundreds of times.
But usually, every time you would mutter back 'I love you more Sammy' and the words would ease any doubt or pain that he had been feeling.
But you didn't this time. This time you flipped the page and gasped when you saw that Angelina and Brad Pitt had divorced.
So Sam couldn't help when his lips had downturned, or when his eyebrows found company in one another. As his brain wracked itself to see if he had done something- anything to make you angry.
But when you lifted your head up to look at him, preparing to say something to him your face fell. "What's wrong?" Your voice came out soft and quiet.
Sam felt embarrassed, because he knows you love him. Everybody knows, but he couldn't help it. "You didn't-" he pauses, feeling absolutely absurd, he sighed ticking his jaw. "You didn't say I love you back" he muttered.
You blinked at him once. Twice. Three times.
A hint of a smile began growing on your lips, and Sam's heart dropped. Before you could stop it a full smile grew and you let out a delighted laugh, repositioning yourself on his lap.
You're now sitting up and facing him, a shit-eating smile on your face, Sam groaned his head falling back, thudding gently against the headboard "Oh god" he sighs.
"Aw! Oh my goodness, Sam." You grabbed his face dramatically, punctuating each word with kisses "I'm-" kiss "so-" kiss "sorry!"
Sam's face reddens, but he can't deny the sudden feeling of pleasure that coursed through him. He laughs through the kisses, each one in a different spot. One on his cheek, one on his nose, one on his forehead, a sneaky one on his neck, a final one on his lips.
Sam couldn't stop smiling long enough to kiss you back, and you knew that. Your hands moved to his hair as you separated, you gave him the smile that caught him by his heart "I'm sorry baby. I love you too." you said earnestly.
Sam's head cocked to the side, it was his turn to be a little shit "Are you sure? I'm not really convin-" You shot off of his lap, running to your bag "Where are you going?" He calls after you.
You smiled, "Getting my lipstick, gonna show you my lovin' baby" you joked "you look cute when you pout by the way" you said as you sat back down on his lap.
Sam scoffs watching you apply the bright lipstick "I don't pout"
"You absolutely do, but like I said it's cute. Don't worry I won't tell the ghosts"
mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head