#goditsmesam

[poetryandoldermen]

if you'll give me a crown, better make it a good one. a heavy one. ~ I've had thorns and I've had knives, and I've had the cries of broken souls, free from their chains. if you'll give me a crown, have it make me remember all of these, so that I'll be grateful I'm not among them anymore. ~ I've seen hell indeed, felt it with my flesh and my bones, and it was cold, an absence of all that may disturb its broken poetry. I've been in hell. I've been hell. ~ so if you'll give me a crown, make it a heavy one, make it an icy fort - so that it might rein me in, and not turn this land into the only one I can remember anymore.

ines k, a crown of ice and fear

Supernatural Poetry Challenge | december 2016 poetryandoldermen​ vs @wintersdean theme: winter | prompt: ice pairings: none tags: boyking!sam

[poetryandoldermen]

risen from hell, and yet he is not the lightbringer. * risen from grave, and he is not lazarus. * he is not a saint, or even completely sane, he is not completely anything, a burning man with the burning heart, burning arm, and burning wish to see the one he's clawed back up for. * no divine help lifted him, not really, just pure need. where lucifer brought rage and hatred, he managed to win with only one word: sam. he wanted sam. he needed sam. so back to sam he went. * with singlemindedness of a devil, stubborness of a mountain, hunger of a starved beast, he has risen. (those in the way, beware)

ines k, and his heart burns

DEAN CREATIONS CHALLENGE || poetryandoldermen vs @padaleckhi

↳ prompt: Lazarus rising .(4.01)

[poetryandoldermen]

for having someone to be silent with, I am thankful. for having someone to breathe with, I am thankful. for giving me back strong enough to carry the one who's the most important on, I am thankful. for giving my loved one a heart big enough for me to hide in, I am thankful. for giving me life, and giving him life too, and giving us to one another to live it ~ I am thankful.

ines k, a confession before sleep

[wetsammywinchester]

doilycoffin replied to your post

“Auto correct just changed boy king!sam into boo king!sam. Give me boo...”

for some reason boo!king sam gives me goofy weechesters thoughts where sam always did his best to try to scare dean on halloween when he was very young (before he found out there were actual monsters). dean always pretended to be afraid, which caused sam to proudly declared himself "the boo king"

I’ve been having crushing, tooth rotting weechesters thoughts for days! So, thanks for contributing to that even more.

goditsmesam replied to your post

“Auto correct just changed boy king!sam into boo king!sam. Give me boo...”

i'm just picturing King Boo with Sam hair now.

He could totally pull it off, right? “I’m King of the boos!”

[poetryandoldermen]

I KNOW I posted me-pics yesterday, but yesterday I didn’t know this’d happen :D

[poetryandoldermen]

16 + Wincest?<3

16. things you said with no space between us

‘there’s nothing more right than this’,

you kept saying, being next to me, being a part of me.we always talked better with our bodies,less opportunity to lie.and there wasn’t anything better than that, anythingmore perfect than us drowning in us,in the immensity of having our soulcome together the way it was always supposed to be.

‘there’s nothing more precious than you’,

you shoutedthat day you slammed me into the wall, that dayyou couldn’t take it anymore, the recklessness that possessed meuntil I could barely walk straight and served for little more than amonster bait, to your horror.but it worked.you saw me, so it worked (couple more scars aren’t such a price).

‘baby, I’m gonna leave you’,

you whispered, even when I clawed your back and bit your mouthand you did nothing but kept apologizing.

‘I’m so sorry, baby boy,but there’s nothing more precious than youand nothing more right than this,so I’m gonna leave you:

I can’t let them take you from me’

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[poetryandoldermen]

when the skies finally stopped screaming and the monsters prowling from our eyes gorged themselves on their starry ruin as much as on our taste, our blood and tears mixed together, I could’ve sworn that was it. * [if I kidnap you, and bury us both six, sixty feet under, would you feel less guilty for abandoning your duty? just whisper the word.] * just how far is far enough? how much is too much? we've crossed that line so long ago I hardly remember the last time we were asked for our consent. (your skin over mine doesn't count, we were always a separated whole.) * let the soil have us at last, and soon. the earth can't afford us roaming it much longer.

ines k, some beasts shouldn’t be loose for too long

[poetryandoldermen]

it was supposed to be a good colour, a nice one. the colour of memories, when old age barrs the body from doing anything similar again. * the colour of wishful thinking. wishful thinking. the irony. * whereas anyone else will always first think about the ocean, the white beaches and too expensive drinks, once again we have to be different. I have to be different. * wishful thinking, indeed. and yet, from the whole mess I can only remember the blank look, bland taste of my name in your mouth, and the colour. when you finally woke me up. [once you saved me] * those damned azure eyes taught me a lesson, yes they did. every wish has its price, and some prices are just too high to pay.

ines k, some things are priceless

Supernatural Poetry Challenge | @poetryandoldermen vs @deansacutie

Prompt: azure

Pairing: wincest (implied)

Tags: poetry, supernatural, wincest, wiawsnb, classic spn