“That Someone” by: Masaru Yokoyama from: Fruits Basket (2019)
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“That Someone” by: Masaru Yokoyama from: Fruits Basket (2019)
Do you think 9inches is too much or you can handle ?
The real question is can you make me handle it?
Or:
In the instant after Cas says “Goodbye, Dean,” and throws him against the wall, Dean remembers:
Standing two feet in front of Cas, as a blade comes through his chest. Light pouring out of him like a sieve.
April running Cas through, pinning him to the chair. Bound and half-naked, bloodied and human.
Cas, in a greyscale Purgatory, letting go of his outstretched hands. Rejecting forgiveness, embracing damnation.
Watching, stupefied, as Cas sinks into murky waters. Wet tar dripping from his limp, weathered hands.
A burst of holy fire consuming an archangel, as another snaps its callous fingers. Cas rent into disjointed atoms.
Dean hoists himself to his feet and pushes forward. A liquid pitch arm shoots out, clutching at Billie, pulling her into the void. Another reaches for Cas, but stops short, its path obstructed.
Dean stands, straight but shaking, his back to Cas’ front. His hands clench over-tight around Cas’ wrists.
Maybe the Empty will take them both. Maybe Chuck will win. Maybe the last words he said to Sam were the last words he’ll say to Sam. Maybe this, now, will be his last breath. His last thought. His last moment.
Cas murmurs his name and tries to pull away. Dean squeezes tighter at his wrists, knuckles white with the strain.
He’s not letting go.
Not this time.
At least 90% of the time
Why is it that I want to talk to you about everything going on in my head when your gone.
i want someone to love me for me. i want someone to love my messy hair and the small mole next to my nose, i want someone to love my laugh and the way i bite my lip when i’m thinking. i want someone to love my open mindedness, my strong beliefs and my dumb jokes. i want someone who will accept me for who i am- someone who knows that i’m a book nerd who gets easily swept up in my passions and excitement. i want someone who checks the ingredients on foods to make sure that they’re okay for me to eat, and who surprises me with chocolates and coffee after a long day. i want someone who will tease me endlessly, but only ever with love. i want someone who will lay in bed with me all day and then go on spontaneous adventures the next, who can have fun with me no matter what we’re doing. i want someone who will talk to me when they’re angry or upset instead of denying that there’s an issue, and someone who wants to work through problems instead of pushing them aside. i want someone who will reassure me and make sure i never doubt their love and loyalty to me. i want someone who accepts that sometimes my mental illnesses make me hard to love and most importantly i want someone who will stand by me through that anyways. i want someone who will love, accept and appreciate all my quirks and traits, even the less than pretty ones, and i want someone who i can treat the same way
John 15:13 (HCSB) - No one has greater love than this, that someone would lay down his life for his friends.