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[sanityau]

My child annoy your child @codeys-space

[pleadingoneword]

@kingofdirtandnothing said: Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

It’s hard, sometimes, when he’s staring at the ceiling, thoughts a tumult of bleak thoughts, one right after the other. Nothing tethers the thoughts together, really, just faces and feelings blurring together to spiral him deeper into a pit of desolate grief. 

Sam blinks, feeling full and empty all at once. His eyes burn. 

Sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe, he’d told Dean. The process of grieving has mutated for them over the years: gone from something hidden from one another but still keenly felt, to something so commonplace that there’s barely any room for it amidst all the other shit that’s hitting the fan. 

There used to be no time for mourning (we’ve got work to do). Now there’s time, the time Sam’s wanted for so long, and he’s drowning. 

He’s happy Dean has a home. More than anything, his brother’s deserved that. Becoming a parent at the ripe old age of four, living out of mini marts and the front seat of a classic car, Dean’s deserved consistency more than anyone Sam’s ever known. 

Sam had his taste of home; the components hadn’t all been there (he pictures Jess and Dean and him, eating dinner and flicking bottle caps at one another; their dad at his wedding, hair slicked back and eyes shining with the pride Sam’s always grasped at; a roof over his little family’s head that he’s never had to feel guilty about), but it was a home in it’s own way. 

Sam blinks again, and wonders. What would Dean have succeeded at, without a brother addicted to demon blood? Without a brother to start an apocalypse, to a brother who never said yes. Wonders if it would have been better, to be left to burn. 

They know what it’s like to start over. To lose everything, and built up a life from scratch. God knows they’ve burned enough bridges, lost enough loved ones. It’s an itch beneath his skin, the discomfort of living life on the run - he feels the sick need to start over. Dean is nesting, and part of Sam imagines the bunker bursting into flames, fire spreading over the ceiling all over again, like a macabre repeat of the hellscape of his life. 

It’s only after he blinks again that Sam realizes his eyes are filled with tears. They roll down his cheeks silently, one sliding into his ear. Some part of him, some removed and undamaged part, thinks how vile it is that the other parts, the charred and broken parts that never really escaped Hell, think about what it would be like to see Dean’s home burn. 

Dean told him he’d never become a monster. Sam lies still, and wonders. 

[straylaughs]

p-perhaps i let out a few tears when chan said "happy birthday hannah !!"

[floramau]

this is a thing

[chxrryaki]

"Addicted to love, and you're my supplier.

You and I, we burn like a fire.

Your words, they cut like barb wire.

That's how it feels, when you love a liar~"

- Alone by Lund

[jinwoostro-archive]

Why is Kristoff's face a potato?

Bc sanha loves potatoes nd Anna loves kristoff…..it makes sense, unlike you thinking a blender is a popcorn maker

[butchannebonny]

I realized yesterday that while I say I don’t really share that dream of sharing a home with my wife I spend hours designing houses on the sims for the f/f couples I create as well.........anYWAY

[every-day-changkyun]

Day 14