#3:00pm

[ajyal-azez]

أودّكَ شمسً في سماء قلّبي منيرًا.

[cyi-can-you-imagine]

3:00 pm

Dean stares nervously out the bug smeared windshield of the Impala. He’s gripping the door handle tightly.

John knows where he’s going, knows where Sam is, knows what he needs to make him safe. He pushes the pedal down harder.

A tear slips down Dean’s face. He wipes it away before his dad sees.

“Fifteen minutes, Dean, hang on, I just need the last piece. We’ll get to him.”

Dean just nods and stares, his nails digging crescents into the soft leather.

[henrybcwer]

Hi sweetheart. May I request a headcanon of a jealous Henry, please? Thought I'd request something small, rather than bomb you with a fic right off the bat. Much love; keep up the great work.

Hey darling! Thank you for sending this in. So sorry for how long it’s taken me to reply back.

It is so easy to make Henry jealous. His father is consistently tearing down his ego and self worth until Bowers Senior has whittled it to the bone so that every stray word that could even be construed as malice stings. He wants all of your praise and nothing else. That validation you give him keep him feeling safe and the second you start to direct your attention to something or someone else is when things get ugly.

It’s gross how when he’s jealous he’ll make you feel like it’s your fault. If you had just kept adoring him then he would have yelled at you the way he did or beat up some kid. Even those times when you have no control of the situation. When other guys check you out, somehow, you’re reasonable for that too.

It’s kind hot though. The way he gets possessive over you. How for a short period of time he’ll change every aspect about him to fit whatever he thinks you want him to be like. As if it’s some twisted way of him showing that he cares what you think and wants to please you. But it doesn’t last. Within a weeks time–maybe less–he reverts back to his old self. 

[closetgremlin]

Do they, now?

[ajyal-azez]

نحن بحاجة لأشباهنا ليس بالملامح، بل أشباهنا بالطيبة والوضوح، بطريقة التفكير والتعامل

[whereshouldistart]

It’s the first real cold day of the season. It’s beautiful out, not a cloud that I can see and from my balcony my vision stretches for miles; downtown Fort Worth and beyond. I have been mostly okay, but today, I miss you so much I could cry. I have cried. I do cry. It’s strange to be haunted by someone who is still alive. Today I would trade the bleakest of friendships over never hearing your voice again.

[ajyal-azez]

نصيبك في حياتك من حبيبٍ

‏نصيبك في منامكَ من خيالِ

‏-المتنبي

[darkcatrises]

god said to wake up and i did not i could have driven her today