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9.16 Blade Runners Written by Brad Buckner & Eugenie Ross-Leming Directed by Serge Ladouceur Original Air Date: March 18, 2014

[its-me-em28]

It made my tummy fell funny

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[rodolfo9999]

2025年8月15日、北海道の名産到着。

[shadowrubyhime]

As far as ships for me the question is "Is Sam part of it?" If the answer is yes you have my attention.

[arofili]

@tolkienofcolourweek day three | food | waybreads of middle-earth

     The food was mostly in the form of very thin cakes, made of a meal that was baked a light brown on the outside, and inside was the colour of cream. Gimli took up one of the cakes and looked at it with a doubtful eye.      ‘Cram,’ he said under his breath, as he broke off a crisp corner and nibbled at it. His expression quickly changed, and he ate all the rest of the cake with relish.      ‘No more, no more!’ cried the Elves laughing. ‘You have eaten enough already for a long day’s march.’      ‘I thought it was only a kind of cram, such as the Dale-men make for journeys in the wild,’ said the Dwarf.      ‘So it is,’ they answered. ‘But we call it lembas or waybread, and it is more strengthening than any food made by Men, and it is more pleasant than cram, by all accounts.’      ‘Indeed it is,’ said Gimli. ‘Why, it is better than the honeycakes of the Beornings, and that is great praise, for the Beornings are the best bakers that I know of; but they are none too willing to deal out their cakes to travellers in these days. You are kindly hosts!’

—The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, “Farewell to Lórien”

[yourthirdparent]

new world

The angels don't fall. Sam doesn't finish the trials, but he still cures Crowley. He isn't comatose. Just two humans, an angel, and a (former) demon riding towards the bunker. And Crowley's crush on Sam. (1k word lighthearted samcrowley piece :] overall fluffy!! short snippet under cut <3)

The car ride to the bunker is strange, though not as strange as one might expect with two humans, a (former) demon, and an angel in the car.

Sam and Dean are in the front, of course. Sam would rather kill than take the back, and he would really prefer not to kill considering how worn out he is from the trials and the blood loss. Cas and Crowley are in the back, which may be awkward considering their history. (It is awkward. Sam can feel it from the passenger seat, the unspoken words poisoning the air around them. He's glad he isn't between them.)

Not that it'd be much better if Sam were sitting with Crowley. There was some connection made, some understanding. He helped Crowley, after all, and Crowley made confessions he's probably never made to anyone else before. That counts for something, Sam thinks. Just—not enough to make up for the endless torment that Crowley would probably spend the entire ride nervously phrasing apologies for with his new emotions.

“Moose,” Crowley starts, evidently not so apologetic for tormenting Sam if he's so willing to start up again, “you look like you're about to fall over. Back has more room, if you're interested.”

Sam can't even argue—not for lack of wanting, but because before he gets the chance, he's suddenly sitting at Crowley's left, and Cas is in the front seat. Dick. Cas needs to learn to talk to people and stop disappearing when he's nervous, even if he is only disappearing to the passenger seat.

Sam relents, settling into the back, leaning against the door. The little army man makes a very inconvenient obstacle for resting his elbow on the door handle, but he wouldn't have it any other way. It's blissful silence for a while. Long enough that Sam starts dozing off.

Unfortunately, Crowley has other ideas.

rest on ao3 !!

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