#majordean

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Ugh, I've had an idea. I don't know if I can make myself write it, though. I'm supposed to be done with these two.

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majordean replied to your post: “I need a Christmas url, but I only have two saved. One’s SPN and the...”:

.....fatherkinkmas

//snorts. dirty.

I want something fandom-related, I just ... no longer have a main fandom

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majordean replied to your post: “Anyone have any good vegetarian pasta/lasagna recipes? I’m hanging out...”:

For like the lasagna just add different cheeses into the recipe instead of meat; mozzarella, parmesan, etc and maybe add some shredded lettuce, and the normal sauce you use or make

That’s what I usually do, but I need more vegetables, you know? I’m such a fussy vegetarian omg

[citiznerased]

@majordean replied to your photoset“I was tagged by @favourite-nightmares and @humpuukia to post and talk...

This is stressful bc all i've been listening to is am/mk/tlsp for a while now ahhhhhhh!

haha sorry!! well, I’d love to read your thoughts about their albums! you can ignore the tag as well :D

[aureate-laureate]

Hi :]

And I know she’ll be the death of me

So pretty, so smart

Climb on board

You shout it out

So soon you will learn to forget

[texasbowlegs]

Supernatural bc why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

lowkey otp: errr meh gawd ummm cas/meg i think

highkey notp: lulz whoops we all know the answer to this - d/c

[softly] don’t notp: ughhhh sam/lucifer so gross

highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice: maybeeee umm dean/benny? but i think that’s pretty common really

highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it: WINCEST. SAM/DEAN. DEAN/SAM. BRUDDERS. BEST BROS. W I N C E S TTTTTTT

give me a fandom

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majordean replied to your post: “Has anyone else watched Blackfish on netflix? I watched it last night...”:

I've seen it, totally changed my views on sea world ....and that scene with that mama orca???had me in tears

That scene RUINED me. The entire doco was amazing and heartbreaking. I’m so glad I watched it, though.

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It didn’t fit you the day you started wearing it. You thought it was the most amazing thing, some symbol that you could be just like dad. I saw it as a facade to make you feel like the man he always aspired to be, but never quite fulfilled. It didn’t fit, so you wore it like armor; like if you kept it on, it would protect us from all the things dad feared.

It didn’t fit you the countless times you had girls in the back of the Impala, while I watched out the window of another shitty motel; worrying about dad, but thinking about you.  When you would lay it down underneath them, and come in the room later smelling like sex and leather. It didn’t fit, so you used it as a shield; like all the bad things would just bounce away. Out of sight, out of mind; if only you tried hard enough.

It didn’t fit you one of the many times we sat on the hood of the Impala, stargazing.  I bet that’s something you never told any girls about. It didn’t fit you when you pretended like you were tipsy (even though your beer was barely half gone) and leaned over to kiss me, the night I thought I’d finally won. It didn’t fit you the next day when you told me you could barely remember the night before. It didn’t fit, so you used it as a wall;  something to keep all of your feelings in, and to keep me out.  But, it still didn’t fit you.

It didn’t fit you when we finally reunited, two years of my life without you. Missing your voice… missing you. You put the damn thing back on and pretended like you weren’t worried about dad, like I was the only one falling apart inside. It didn’t fit, so you used it as a beacon;  like some holy guiding light to help you carry on.

It didn’t fit you last night, when you walked into the motel room and slung it across the back of the chair, like what we were about to do would disgrace dad’s good name. You finally held me like I mattered. While you kissed the back of my neck, I could still smell leather. After we both finished, you whispered that you loved me, and I acted like I didn’t hear, because it’s the first time you’ve said it out loud in 17 years. It doesn’t fit you, but I do. We fit. 

Together, we fit.

It doesn’t fit you. So let it go, Dean.  Just like you’ll have to let me go once all of this is over.  Saying yes to the Devil could never be as hard as saying goodbye to you.

                                                  -With all my heart.                                                   Love, Sam

— Love, Sam (m.a.) Sam & Dean Poetry Challenge Prompt: Leather Jacket Partner: majordean