Oct 21, 2017
Can I ask for some advice?
You sure can.
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Can I ask for some advice?
You sure can.
HOLY SHIT ITS TOBERS BIRTHDAY
OCtober is literally the best and im so happy to have found her
go follow @desperatesammy
she will make your world a better place
Dean goes to visit Sam at Stanford. They meet, but pretend to be strangers. After getting hot and heavy in the bar/club, they head back to Sam's place. Later, when John is missing and Dean returns, it's as if nothing ever happened.
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Can you please tag the new rogue magazine posts?
sure thing! I’ll tag them as rogue ps :)
desperatesammy replied to your post “Since when was jared dreading doing season 11? :(((”
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His most recent live stream .. :/ He said he dreaded coming back for s11 ..
I can’t help but love the way you go all desperate, sammy, desperate to hold me, to kiss me, burning for my touch. * can’t help but adore how it reflects so perfectly the same, too tight for this body, feeling I get every time I look at you. * can’t help but admire how we fit so beautifully, desperation and all, like we were never meant to be more than one.
ines k, desperatesammy
(get your own url-inspired poem here)
The phrase is "Hit me and tell me I'm pretty."
(apologies. you said wincest and i accidentally wrote weecest.)
it’s never worth a trip to a clinic. they’ve got half-full gas mart bottles like drinkable morphine and a first-aid box to rival the school nurse. and anyway, it’s not even severe. zero bullets, not a single blade. there’s no emergency.
the only crisis happening is in sam’s young heart. 911, 911.
what would he even say? sorry doctor, my brother did me too hard.
dean is brutal and sam’s got a big fat crush. the tongue that tells sam to shut up, shut up, don’t be a baby is the same one that licks love up his preteen spine. the fingers that smack his cheek are the same ones that pull him open for cock. and those fists, fighter fists. sam could take one, he thinks.
there are posters in the halls, handmade by his temporary peers. printouts in the counselor’s office, tacked to the wall. trouble at home? 1-800-GET-HELP
dean’s knuckles dance over the bones of sam’s face – like a kiss, but kinder, realer. dean’s kisses always taste like red. cherry fever, pinkened teeth.
“pretty little thing,” dean says, soft like his daytime words never are. sam’s sitting in his brother’s lap, rocking sweet, gaspy when dean strokes over one puffy purply eye. he digs new hurts into sam’s girl-thin thighs and sam howls just like a bitch for it, for more, for worse. sam winchester would never ever call.
what could he even say? yeah lady, i like when he makes me cry real bad.
he’s a low-rent whore and 7th grade boys don’t know how much to charge.
Are you taking prompts right now? Nothing major, i just have a phrase stuck in my head that i think could work for a dark/fucked up Sam and Dean. (Also, i freaking loved the one about Jared's eyes and the institution.)
sure, feel free to send it over – although i can’t cross my heart that i’ll be quick about it. or able to do it. often things come into my inbox and, distressingly, sometimes they never leave again. but i can surely try. ♥ ♥
(and thanks so much. so glad you liked that one. i was feeling a bit – murky.)