Dean Winchester

"I just wanted you to know that when I picture myself happy, it's with you." [Indie Dean Winchester blog. Please read rules and about before following. Mun and muse are of age, and blog is occasionally NSFW. Ships exclusively with eideticminded.]

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FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. SECOND NIGHT IN A ROW I’VE LOST RP TIME.

YESTERDAY BECAUSE I FELL ASLEEP EARLY AND TODAY BECAUSE MY LAPTOP GLITCHED LIKE FUCK. I’M SO ANGRY. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

-CLINGS TO MONTY.- FUCK.

[wnq-writers]

Your mind is either your best friend or your worst enemy. There’s no in between.

afkwrites (via wordsnquotes)

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scalpelwielding

PLEASE KILL SEBASTIAN'S DISGUSTING MURDERER ASS

ANYTHING YOU WANT, BB.

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Thinking about making a Krampus OC and having him show up in villain characters’ inboxes and kill them for Christmas. Opinions?

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Local Dumbasss Knew What They Were Getting Themselves Into and Did It Anyways

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worried starters

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

[samdeancaspie]

You guys get to see these before I post them on Instagram tomorrow

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Into The Badlands

All quotes taken from Season One.

“Nobody is innocent here.” “They’re my family.” “Your future has begun.” “Let’s see what he’s made of.” “I’m beyond jealousy at this point.” “He’s stronger than you think.” “I have always protected him.” “Don’t pretend it doesn’t hurt. I know it does.” “I’m pregnant.” “I need the truth.” “I should kill you where you stand.” “I never had a choice. Now you do.” “If I came here to kill you, we wouldn’t be talking.” “Come back. Let’s start over.” “You make a habit of spying on people?” “You stink.” “There’s nothing special about me.” “I am trying to save her life.” “An enemy is anyone I name.” “You can never outrun who you are.” “We need to send a message.” “No one comes after my family.” “We both know I was doing you a favor.” “I am not the enemy.” “I understand more than you think.” “You wanted to fight. Now fight.” “You underestimate your enemy in a battle; odds are you won’t live to see another.” “I’ll have to find a proper way to repay you.” “I’d rather have you hate me for the rest of your life than stand over your grave.” “Do you really have such little faith in me?” “This particular tradition is one I think we should change.” “Why would we cater to a group of rivals that wish us dead?” “Focus. Fight through it. Don’t let it control you.” “I don’t think of her that way.” “Did you even know I was gone?” “Don’t compare me to her!” “You think going to a new place will change who you are?” “I pulled myself up. No one helped me.” “Lead them.” “Why the sudden burst of curiosity?” “I’m finally seeing things clearer. Realizing who I can count on and who I can’t.” “You didn’t come here to reminisce about the bad old days.” “Your resting state is war.” “We could run away together.” “It’s always gonna be me and you. I will be by your side when the wolves reach our door, howling for your blood.” “Don’t do this. I’m innocent!” “You really are a stupid, petulant boy, aren’t you?” “We have a traitor in our midst.” “I have no reason to hurt you. In fact, we both want the same thing.” “I have nowhere else to go.” “You don’t fix it by running. You fix it by fighting.” “Because he’s arrogant and old.” “You decide your own future.” “You always told me power is taken. Well, I finally listened.” “The journey has just begun.”

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"I can't sleep" Starters

[ contents below are super cute and might get a lil angsty! ]

"C-can you stay for a while?"

"Rub my back please?"

"Don't leave me."

"What do you do when you can't sleep?"

"Why are you still up?!"

"You need to sleep!"

"Do you know what time it is?"

"You should be sleeping..."

"Are you okay?"

"I'll get you a glass of water."

"Sleep with me?"

"Please stay."

"I don't want to sleep alone."

"I'm scared of the dark..."

"I had a nightmare."

[snowysauropteryx]

Can you lick the science? An abbreviated list.

Genetics: Do not. Unless cheek swabs?

Chemistry: NO!!!!! DO NOT!!!!!!

Archaeology: Perhaps. But might be human bone.

Geology: Sometimes needed, sometimes dangerous 

Psychology: Best not.

Physics: ????????? How??????

Zoology: In zoology, science licks you. 

[waywardhearted-blog]

"I still have some last minute shopping to do."

Dean groaned thickly as he wound his arms more securely around his lover, seeking to keep his husband’s nude body pressed against him. Their lovemaking for that morning was fresh in his mind, and the very idea of releasing him for anything, even Christmas presents, was torture.

He buried his face into his lover’s neck, kissing the flesh there and remaining in place afterward as his arms tightened around his waist, “You can give me you for Christmas.” Frankly, it was the best gift his lover could give–especially considering how desperately he wanted to keep him in bed.

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"The dog ate the mince pies."

A low chuckle rumbled from the base of his chest–of course they did. He wasn’t mad, not in the slightest, even if he had been looking forward to those pies, “Call it an early Christmas present for them.” A hand extended, resting against the back of his neck so that he could guide his head in to rest his forehead against his own, “Let’s say it’s their treat for the day.”

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christmas eve/morning sentences.

"What did you get?"

"I've always wanted this!"

"Oh, boy --- socks."

"I think I know what this is!"

"Wake up, wake up! It's Christmas!"

"The carrots we put outside are gone!"

"He left two cookies."

"Do you think Santa read my letter?"

"Merry Christmas!"

"Watch out, mistletoe!"

"It's snowing! It's snowing!"

"That toy is getting on my last nerve."

"Santa must have thought you were a good boy/girl this year!"

"Don't eat all that candy in your stocking. Don't want to be sick on Christmas, now do you?"

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."

"I still have some last minute shopping to do."

"Naughty boy/girl! Santa isn't going to be very happy about changing his list so close to Christmas!"

"Blast that Christmas music!"

"Brr!"

"Help me make the cookies!"

"Hold still! Just one more picture."

"At least act like you two like each other."

"The dog ate the mince pies."

"Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature of stirring, not even a mouse."

"The toy's batteries are already out they've played with it so much."

"Can we watch a Christmas movie?"

"Oh, god. I hate kissing her/him."

"Look at all those presents!"

"17? Last year I had 18!"

"This is the best Christmas ever."

"This is the worst Christmas ever."

"At least wear a jacket outside."

"Oh, no you don't! You're not going outside without the proper attire."

"The tree fell!"

"Shut up your singing!"

"He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's naughty or nice!"

"I'm freezing my baguettes off."

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Love Lost

The room was beginning to spin in ways it had no business spinning, and Dean was finally just numb enough from the booze that he could suppress that constant swell in his chest--like an anxiety that threatened to overwhelm him every moment that he wasn’t waist deep in a bottle of whiskey. He took another swig of the amber fluid, the shit he both loved and hated at the same time. It was his lifeline, he needed it if he were to even make it through the next five minutes knowing that the world he lived in now was one that didn’t have Will Winchester in it.

A thick groan rumbled from the base of his chest as he leaned forward in his chair enough that he could extract the handgun from the waistband of his jeans, allowing that hand to fall to his knee. He stared at it a little too long, looked a little too determined. It would have been so easy--pull the trigger and find his husband. He might have done it before now if not for his vendetta.

The very inkling of it sent another surge of rage through his body, and he diverted his gaze to the chart posted on the nearby wall. It was a tangled mess of colored thread and pictures, scribbled notes. Some of them were legible, some of them were clearly written in the midst of a drunken stupor, but they all said, essentially, the same thing. He was on the hunt, and he was going to make good on a promise he’d made so many years ago.

A hand slid beneath his shirt, fingers gliding over the exterior of a bloodstained bandage that he probably should have changed by now. It’d have to wait until the morning. His face was mostly bruised, the scar on his cheek that he’d gotten saving his lover once before now joined by a second above one of his eyes--to say nothing of the injuries that littered the rest of his body. He didn’t seem to care--and he didn’t. There was no such thing as recovery time as far as he was concerned, he hadn’t even bothered to wash off the blood of his last encounter.

Even if he didn’t say it, even if he didn’t admit it to himself, he knew what he wanted. He wanted his hunt to kill him. Unfortunately, he happened to be a damn good hunter.

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Dean’s Journal

Wood chipper trumps everything. So does grizzly bear.