#doose

[deutschrap-lyrics]

Und das Opfer möchte auch reiten gehn’, als ob es das Zeug hätte, Alligatoah, und ich reite auf ‘ner Heuschrecke. Manchmal reit’ ich nachts, dann trag’ ich eine Leuchtkette… Und manchmal muss ich auch auf Toilette. Doch ich steige nicht ab den ICH habe ne Blechdose, Alligatoah, und ich reite auf 'nem Pechvogel.

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DUDE DID U SEE THIS /post/56346573924

OMFG DOOSE LIVES.

DOOSE LIVES. 

DOOSE.

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE.

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Doose AU: Dean and Moose go on a 3D cruise and grow closer as a couple. Because Moose aren't allowed on actual cruiseliners. I mean, they were when it was the ark and all, but you know-times change, planets are no longer flooded by an angry god, that type of thing.

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Doose Headcanon: Dean sings Michael Jackson's "You Are Not Alone" to Moose and slow dances with him in the nightclub parking lot (holding on to the sides of his antlers as they sway, naturally) because Moose aren't allowed in nightclubs.

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Dean: Hey listen man...I'm really glad we got you outta there

Moose:

Dean: I mean, we may never be able to go back to that town again after the whole *quote fingers* "Rescue mission," and all, but you know I'd turn that friggin' town upside down for you if I had to.

Moose:

Dean: But seriously. I'll...try to be a better man for you, babe. I know I tend to mask my feelings, but I really want this to work. I promise I'll do my best because...you know. Because I love you.

Moose: .... *Bleats*

Dean: You sound a little off today. You got a little indigestion going on there?

[teaandchess]

dezzles or doose?

I was on board with Dezzles but the fact that the moose can clearly reciprocate Dean's feelings.. I just may be more into Doose right now

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"Dammit, you said you wouldn't leave me!" Dean spat, trying in vain to choke back sobs as he held on to the bars of the massive jail cell they put the moose in because he couldn't fit at the local Petsmart. Dean knew this wasn't Moose's fault, but years of betrayal hit him at his core.

The moose trotted up to the bars, attempting to push his nose through the opening to Dean but alas, it was far too large and the hunter was forced to reach in. As soon as his hand touched his wet nose, the animal let out a sneeze as if to say, "I'm sorry, Dean. I don't know what to do, but I'll find a way out of this, I promise."

"You damn well better," Dean pulled out a tissue from his top pocket and wiped his face of the excess saliva that shot out of his love's mouth during the sneeze-ridden exchange. "I won't let you do it alone, though. You can guarantee that."

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Dean’s fingers trembled as he held the pint of ice cream. A hot rush of memory flooded his senses. He could almost feel the brush of Moose’s nose, a velvety caress that ghosted across his skin and made him shiver. He wondered if there was a way to break Moose out. There had to be a way. Sure, it might be difficult, but the alternative–a life without Moose, of waking up without the warm, solid press of Moose against his back–was unbearable. He needed him, and we was tired of pretending otherwise