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@samuelsamsammywinchester
((just FYI they tagged your blog.))
((Tagged my blog?))
Yea they made your icon all blurry and won’t let people go to your blog saying it may contain sensitive media. I guess if you follow these directions you can change it.
Tumblr is going to fail so hard if they keep this up. *sighs*. Thanks!!
((just FYI they tagged your blog.))
((Tagged my blog?))
Ugh. So long time no see? Not even sure if anyone remembers me at all, but...-shrugs- Anyway, I’ve been feeling way down this past week. I had surgery last Friday and I will tell you...0/10 will not do again. Ugh. So just sore and depressed and bored and sore and just feeling super icky. I’ve tried watching tv, playing video games (ugh yea that stressed me out more) and crocheting as well as just sleeping. All the days run together and I hate it. So...lesson learned. Don’t get grapefruit sized cysts on your ovaries peoples. It sucks.
I put all of my dumb art from today in one post. The dishes can probably wait another day, I guess.
@toverijenspokerij Here she is! XD
IMG I need this so very badly. Every day.
Thanos: “Give me the tesseract”
Loki, God of Mischief, pulling on his engraved tesseract clip and throwing it in the gutter: “You want it? Go get it! S T RE E T S M A R T S!”
GISH REG is open!
I have a totally CHILL team
YOU SHOULD ALL JOIN IT!
Really, if you join and can only do one item, that’s totally fine. Just have fun.
Jooooooin!
Join MY TEAM!!!
I can’t participate this year. I’m still paying on my vet bill, plus every other bill known to man. But if you guys need something let me know.
Almost Deja Vu || Closed
@samuelsamsammywinchester
Jess sighed, speeding along the dusty back roads on her motorcycle. It’d been a long trip, but her people had finally made it to Ohio from the West Coast. She’d met Bobby Singer two days ago, and had agreed to commit what remained of her fighters to end this once and for all. She’d been following the truck for hours now when they finally pulled into the camp.
She was wearing a helmet, goggles and a full face cover to avoid getting dust and bugs in her teeth. She skids to a stop beside the truck, ditching her helmet and goggles first, shaking out her long blonde hair, pulling the cowel down around her neck like a scarf. She nods to several members of bobby’s camp before catching a very tall man with long hair staring at her a little too hard. She raises a brow at him, smirking, “Take a picture… it’d probably last longer…”
Sam had been in the camp for exactly one day after being rescued by Lucifer. He wasn’t happy about the deal he had made, but he couldn’t not take it. He needed to be there for Dean and his mom. What if something happened that he could have prevented? It wasn’t practical to turn the devil down. So here he was, getting ready to go off with his mom, Dean, Gabriel, Jack, Cas and a few of the other rebels to go fight Michael.
He had been walking back to where his mom and Dean were, when he saw the commotion of others arriving. The one on the motorcycle caught the corner of his eye. He turned and stopped. He couldn’t help himself from staring. It was Jess. When she yelled at him he couldn’t help but duck his head and smirk. That would be something she would say.
His heart gave a painful lurch and the smile was wiped from his face. He had spent years getting over her, and with one glance everything came back.
Without a word he turned and walked away. He couldn’t face her. He wasn’t from this world. What could he possibly do now? Jess wouldn’t know who he was. They had never met in this world because Sam, didn’t exist. It was just extremely messed up.
Jess frowned as he turned away, “hey! Wait up… do you know where I can find Mary Winchester? Bobby sent me ahead to make sure the preparations had been made for my fighters…”
She had just over 50 men and women under her command. All of whom, Michael thought were dead, thanks to some careful planning. She’d been running the west coast chapter of the resistance for years now, and they’d just made a 2400 mile trek here to help Bobby.
Sam turned back around and blinked at her. “I,uhm,She’s over this way.” He said and walked her to where Mary was. He couldn’t help but glance at her as she talked to his mother. It was just,weird. I mean, how did one even attempt to explain, “Hi. I was staring at you because you looked like my deceased fiance from another dimension. I don’t exist here in any form.”. That was weird and Sam wasn’t sure that would he something to discuss.
He did vaguely wonder what Dean would say when he saw her. Would he tell her why Sam had been staring? Would he tell their mom about it? Even he didn’t tell his mom he had, at one point, been engaged.
@lostlovejess
Ive been counting down the days until I could reblog this
Happy Orgasm Day! I wish you a satisfying day!
I saw this post on May 10th 2017 so it’s been waiting in my queue for 364 days
HAPPY ORGASM DAY
What princess would Sam be?
“Why Rapunzel, of course.” *smirks*
*Rolls eyes* “My hair isn’t that long.”
I love this! Judge Judy schools a naïve and obviously disappointed mom who thinks dad doesn’t have any right to their child.
We need more people like Judge Judy out there.
I love Judge Judy
“Fathers are not second class citizens.”
A LITTLE LOUDER PLEASE
“Fathers are not second class citizens!”
Almost Deja Vu || Closed
@samuelsamsammywinchester
Jess sighed, speeding along the dusty back roads on her motorcycle. It’d been a long trip, but her people had finally made it to Ohio from the West Coast. She’d met Bobby Singer two days ago, and had agreed to commit what remained of her fighters to end this once and for all. She’d been following the truck for hours now when they finally pulled into the camp.
She was wearing a helmet, goggles and a full face cover to avoid getting dust and bugs in her teeth. She skids to a stop beside the truck, ditching her helmet and goggles first, shaking out her long blonde hair, pulling the cowel down around her neck like a scarf. She nods to several members of bobby’s camp before catching a very tall man with long hair staring at her a little too hard. She raises a brow at him, smirking, “Take a picture… it’d probably last longer…”
Sam had been in the camp for exactly one day after being rescued by Lucifer. He wasn’t happy about the deal he had made, but he couldn’t not take it. He needed to be there for Dean and his mom. What if something happened that he could have prevented? It wasn’t practical to turn the devil down. So here he was, getting ready to go off with his mom, Dean, Gabriel, Jack, Cas and a few of the other rebels to go fight Michael.
He had been walking back to where his mom and Dean were, when he saw the commotion of others arriving. The one on the motorcycle caught the corner of his eye. He turned and stopped. He couldn’t help himself from staring. It was Jess. When she yelled at him he couldn’t help but duck his head and smirk. That would be something she would say.
His heart gave a painful lurch and the smile was wiped from his face. He had spent years getting over her, and with one glance everything came back.
Without a word he turned and walked away. He couldn’t face her. He wasn’t from this world. What could he possibly do now? Jess wouldn’t know who he was. They had never met in this world because Sam, didn’t exist. It was just extremely messed up.
"Hey Dean...Did you eat the last of the ice cream? I was saving that you know."
“You snooze you lose, Sammy.”
samuelsamsammywinchester:
Sam whooped in victory. “Oh I’m going to have fun in your car. And you won’t know when. Now, you should go to bed early because we are getting up at 5 to run.”
“You better clean up after yourselves, if I have to get a black light out to make sure your nasty self isn’t all over that car I will!” Dean glared at him. “And I am NOT getting up at 5am.”
“It’s probably nasty from you and Cas already. And yes you will. Or else I’ll ask Cas some very blackmail-like questions.”
Dean shrugged. “Ask wahtever you want, Samuel, i have nothing to hide. I mean you already know about the panties. You want me to show you how many I have? or tell you how much Cas likes it when I wear the teal ones? Or maybe you’d like to see our toy collection? Whatever you wanna know.” He smirked.
Sam made his classic ‘Bitch Face’. “No thank you dude. But maybe Cas has some embarrassing stories. I’ll have to ask him.”
"Hey Dean...Did you eat the last of the ice cream? I was saving that you know."
“You snooze you lose, Sammy.”
samuelsamsammywinchester:
Sam whooped in victory. “Oh I’m going to have fun in your car. And you won’t know when. Now, you should go to bed early because we are getting up at 5 to run.”
“You better clean up after yourselves, if I have to get a black light out to make sure your nasty self isn’t all over that car I will!” Dean glared at him. “And I am NOT getting up at 5am.”
“It’s probably nasty from you and Cas already. And yes you will. Or else I’ll ask Cas some very blackmail-like questions.”
"Hey Dean...Did you eat the last of the ice cream? I was saving that you know."
“You snooze you lose, Sammy.”
samuelsamsammywinchester:
“And how many rock, paper, scissors have I won? Like, all of them. I could pin you, Dean, but I let you win. You are a sore loser.” It was true. Dean pouted and got angry if he lost.
“Rock, Paper, Scissors is hardly an indication of how well I fight,” Dean replied with an eye roll. “I will always be able to take you in a fight, Sammy. Always.” He totally didn’t pout, at all… ever.
“Fine…We could arm wrestle?” There wasn’t a lot of room to actually…wrestle or fight in the bunker, without breaking something.
Dean grinned and put his arm on the table. “Sure, Sammy, I think I can take you.” Dean wasn’t entirely sure he could take Sam, but he’d sure give it his best shot. “What do I get if I win? And if you win you do NOT get to have sex in my car.”
Sam grinned and sat down, and clasped his hand in the other. “Oh I’ll do what I want in the car, regardless of the outcome. How about…I win, you go running with Cas and I?” He really did worry about his brother’s health, as much crap as he gives him.
“Fate worse than death, can’t you just kill me?” Dean made a face but clasped Sam’s hand. They counted off then struggled to get the other’s arm to the table. Dean grunted, Sammy was strong, he’d always known that, but damn. Dean had Sam’s arm down a little then it moved the other way, while Dean gritted his teeth>”You really think you can win, Sammy? Because I wn’t let you defile my car.”
Sam smirked and tensed his hand more around the other’s hand. “I know I can win.” He stated and flexed, moving the other’s had closer to the table.
Dean grunted and growled and made lots of noise but in the end, Sam won. “Fuck!” He groaned and wiggled out his arm and rubbed it. “You’re still not getting anywhere near my car.”
Sam whooped in victory. “Oh I’m going to have fun in your car. And you won’t know when. Now, you should go to bed early because we are getting up at 5 to run.”
"Hey Dean...Did you eat the last of the ice cream? I was saving that you know."
“You snooze you lose, Sammy.”
samuelsamsammywinchester:
“And how many rock, paper, scissors have I won? Like, all of them. I could pin you, Dean, but I let you win. You are a sore loser.” It was true. Dean pouted and got angry if he lost.
“Rock, Paper, Scissors is hardly an indication of how well I fight,” Dean replied with an eye roll. “I will always be able to take you in a fight, Sammy. Always.” He totally didn’t pout, at all… ever.
“Fine…We could arm wrestle?” There wasn’t a lot of room to actually…wrestle or fight in the bunker, without breaking something.
Dean grinned and put his arm on the table. “Sure, Sammy, I think I can take you.” Dean wasn’t entirely sure he could take Sam, but he’d sure give it his best shot. “What do I get if I win? And if you win you do NOT get to have sex in my car.”
Sam grinned and sat down, and clasped his hand in the other. “Oh I’ll do what I want in the car, regardless of the outcome. How about…I win, you go running with Cas and I?” He really did worry about his brother’s health, as much crap as he gives him.
“Fate worse than death, can’t you just kill me?” Dean made a face but clasped Sam’s hand. They counted off then struggled to get the other’s arm to the table. Dean grunted, Sammy was strong, he’d always known that, but damn. Dean had Sam’s arm down a little then it moved the other way, while Dean gritted his teeth>”You really think you can win, Sammy? Because I wn’t let you defile my car.”
Sam smirked and tensed his hand more around the other’s hand. “I know I can win.” He stated and flexed, moving the other’s had closer to the table.
-hugs Sam really tight-
Sam hugged her back, equally tight.
"Hey Dean...Did you eat the last of the ice cream? I was saving that you know."
“You snooze you lose, Sammy.”
samuelsamsammywinchester:
“And how many rock, paper, scissors have I won? Like, all of them. I could pin you, Dean, but I let you win. You are a sore loser.” It was true. Dean pouted and got angry if he lost.
“Rock, Paper, Scissors is hardly an indication of how well I fight,” Dean replied with an eye roll. “I will always be able to take you in a fight, Sammy. Always.” He totally didn’t pout, at all… ever.
“Fine…We could arm wrestle?” There wasn’t a lot of room to actually…wrestle or fight in the bunker, without breaking something.
Dean grinned and put his arm on the table. “Sure, Sammy, I think I can take you.” Dean wasn’t entirely sure he could take Sam, but he’d sure give it his best shot. “What do I get if I win? And if you win you do NOT get to have sex in my car.”
Sam grinned and sat down, and clasped his hand in the other. “Oh I’ll do what I want in the car, regardless of the outcome. How about...I win, you go running with Cas and I?” He really did worry about his brother’s health, as much crap as he gives him.
