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have some coffee battat
[ you now have coffee cup with six shots of coffee ]
🪻 anon
Oh perfect! I didnt have any energy drinks left and I didnt know how I was going to make it through tonight’s program. Especially because Tenna is definitely going to expect “Mike” to work.
id luv 2 c a roomtour sumtime
i can post my Dumb lil trinkets nd the stuff on my wall maybe but my actual room is 2 boring for a tour
This fic i just wrote
Pairing: Destiel
Characters: Sam, Cas, Dean
Sam knew how long this road trip was gonna be. They were going all across America, just so Dean could get to his dumb concert. He didn’t even know who was playing, and neither did Cas. Sam was so uncomfortable in the back and couldn’t get himself to lay in a comfortable position because of his unusual body length.
“Dean, lets just turn back, it’s been hours and we aren’t even across the state yet.”
“Hang on you green giant, we’ll get there soon.”
“I agree though, don’t you think you could have waited for the concert? Until there was something closer we could go to?” Cas mumbled with his head all the way up.
“You guys - suck.”
“Could we stop for a while, I mean, it’s getting dark and all.”
“Sam I swear if you’re wanting to stop just so you could get to saladworks-”
“Dean cut it out,” Cas slapped Dean on the chest, “he’s already in a bad mood.”
“Sorry. You can have whatever you want.”
Dean was beginning to forget where they were and frankly, he was a little too tired to keep driving. He parked by small neighborhood and kicked his legs up onto the wheel.
“Dean, you’ll kill us all.” “Hey, my legs won’t slip. Google a store we could go to for some junk food.”
“One sec. Uh- there’s one almost ten minutes from here. Just down south a little.”
“Alright then that’s where we’re going.”
The grocery store smelled like bad donuts and rust, and the old ladies working there stared at the three boys mesmerized.
“Well,” Dean blurted to try cut the creepy feel, “Who wants ice cream? Ben and Jerry’s?”
“Dean we’re about to be in a car for another few hours. We should just get snacks.”
“You don’t want ice cream?” Dean gasped, offended.
“D-”
“Dean- I’m sure Sam would love ice cream,” Cas interjected hoping a physical fight wouldn’t break out, “but it’ll melt and everything is just gonna get real messy, so take that into consideration, okay?” His hands gestured in a way that showed that he didn’t want to be part of a fight.
“Ok, one Moose Tracks Ben and Jerry’s coming right up for my man Sammy. We’ll make it work,” Dean winked at both Sam and Cas as he took a rather large bucket into his arms and placed it into the cart, smiling ridiculously. Cas giggled a little and Sam couldn’t think why on earth he would laugh about this.
“Well I’m going to the car so bye”
“You can’t go out there! It’s dangerous!” Dean half-yelled half hissed.
“I’m 22. I can go.”
Sam was gone by now and Cas had stopped smiling and Dean rolled his eyes and kept walking until he reached to the end of the isle to grab a bag of plastic spoons.
“Lets go.”
------------------------ “Hey, Sam? Could you get me another spoon?”
“We should just bring metal ones next time.”
“Didn’t he tell you that last time we got ice cream?”
“Shut up Cas. I don’t remember.”
“There aren’t anymore.”
“What do you mean there aren’t anymore?”
“You broke em’ all?”
The drive was getting bumpy and humid and wet, the ice cream being held in place outside Dean’s leg and Cas’ was beginning to melt, Sam had to squat to get over the seat and into the bucket to get ice cream, but the three kept eating the biggest spoonfuls. Soon enough they were halfway and Dean almost totalled the car after closing his eyes and moaning about how good the ice cream was and really, Sam was not happy at all. He flew back and choked himself with the spoonful of ice cream. Cas looked so offended, mouth wide open, eyebrows sewn together and ice cream in his eyelashes and nostrils.
“EW SAM”
“I can drive, Dean.”
“No Cas you hold tight I got this.”
Sam smiled devilishly.
“How about if Cas feeds you?” He was still trying to wipe the ice cream off himself and his surroundings.
“Hey, Sam that is a smart idea.”
“Mph.”
Soon enough that was really happening.
“Cas feed me with your spoon, mine is really sticky and short.”
“Ok.”
“Dean that sounds so stupid stop.”
“You don’t have to be that way Sam,” Dean smirked and Cas was still feeding him from his spoon.
“OK stop guys you’re acting all weird now.”
The next afternoon, they’d arrived to Fresno, which meant a few more hours until they actually arrive to San Francisco. Sam was still asleep, Dean had been listening to the radio and Cas was blindfolded to shield his eyes from the California sun.
“We’ve got five hours.”
“About three hours left everyone.”
“Boys, just one more hour.”
“We’re here Baby! San Fran!”
The motel they’d gone to was mediocre, food was worse, but Dean was giddy and anyone could tell his face probably ached from smiling so much, but that concert really had him hyped.
“Tonight by seven you better be in the car, capisce?”
“Yea yea.”
“I capisce.”
Soon enough it was seven, the boys were in the car and the drive was fast. Sam hadn’t paid attention to the entrance and Cas had his eyes shut.
“Tickets please” the man at the booth said, sweating and angry.
“Three tickets.”
“Enjoy.”
Dean parked the car.
“Quick open your eyes Cas!”
A loud scream could be heard. Sam knew it belonged to none but Castiel, the 27 year old in front of him.
“You didn’t! Oh my god let’s go. We NEED to get to the front!”
Sam was confused and not as fast paced at this point. His body had a hard time swinging out the door like Dean and Cas did.
“Hurry Sammy!”
They had gotten there a little late, but managed to get a good view. The music began to play and Sam was surprised that Dean and Cas just watched the woman perform, that they weren’t singing along or jumping and screaming like everyone else.
You haven’t seen my man,
You haven’t seen my man
You haven’t seen him
He’s got the fire and he walks with fame
He’s got the fire and he talks with fame
Sam watched the boys as their fingers began to intertwine. He was awfully confused, but he chose to ignore it. He’d realized how happy they’d looked under the pink neon lights. The next song she played was Sam’s favorite so he’d try to watch the singer on stage. He was glad Dean hadn’t told him he’d be coming here.
Kiss me hard before you go
But Sam’s eyes widened in shock when he saw the two boys kiss then.
“I’m not going anywhere baby,” Whispered Cas, and Sam was close enough to him to hear it.
EVER GET THAT FEELING
Where you’re browsing tumblr stuff and see a bunch of funny or interesting posts. Then when you go to like and reblog them you realize a lot of them are from the same person and suddenly you feel self-conscious and think this person you’ve never interacted with or met in your life is going to think you’re weird for some reason for reblogging things that they reblogged so you instead go to the person they reblogged it from and do it from them even though you know in your mind they don’t care and probably would be glad someone is liking what they are reblogging?
Also my gp today gave me a hug bc i was crying and shes gonna phone my mum to just explain /me/ to her bc i know i cant and like i kinda dont want her to but she means well and its not like i can explain anything n im bad at saying no lmao but i didnt tell her not to mention any drugs or anything to my mum i just hope she has the common sense not to
I'm!! Anxious!! And idk why!!
As is astutely pointed out by all of you all over my dash, we had Louis Ziam references, Drake Ziam references, Ziam shower selfies in their fucking bathrooms, and the whole Twitter back and forth-ish thingy where they probs flirted with each other and gave me a gazillionth thing to cry over.... what a Ziam day!!! Please don’t fucking ruin this by stunting @ the respective teams. Please. PLEEEEEZ.
I turned on the light to grab a sip of water and there was A SPIDER JUST CHILLING ON MY NIGHTSTAND A FOOT FROM MY FACE NOT GIVING A FUCK ABOUT THE 8 LEGS IT HAS
