HAHA WHERE DID THEY EVEN COME FROM?!
#bones and spock both have alarms in their heads that go off when jim does a thing #BEEP BEEP WARNING JIM IS DOING A THING HE MUST BE STOPPED
#me when somebody mentions star trek

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@waywardxwinchester
HAHA WHERE DID THEY EVEN COME FROM?!
#bones and spock both have alarms in their heads that go off when jim does a thing #BEEP BEEP WARNING JIM IS DOING A THING HE MUST BE STOPPED
#me when somebody mentions star trek
Nervous as hell
Nervous as hell. Nervous as hell. Its almost ready to send.
“This one is very serious, guys:
I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”
“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.
“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in:
“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said.
Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back.
“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.
As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.
When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”
“It happens a lot?” I asked.
“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”
“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.
“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”
Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*
Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this.
[Image: A picture of a tall, very thin Black woman with her shoulder over a shorter, older white man wearing traditional Orthodox Jewish clothing on a New York sideway.]
I’m saving this post because as many times as Tumblr tries to erase this woman’s story and act like anything about this was okay, that’s as many times as I’m reposting it. They can either cut me off or stop being assnuggets about this. whichEVER.
Why, of all things, is this story being censored?
Because it makes White people look bad.
Just don't judge all Jews based on this please!
Dean||Sam: Should have been a easy hunt (waywardxwinchester)
Sam grinned for a moment, Trust Dean to find a ghost town with a diner in it, and to find the diner. His expression grew more serious at his brother’s question as he considered things. “Sitting up didn’t make me dizzy, and I have an apatite again. If I move my head to fast I get nauseous, But not nearly as much as before. I can think better. Sam reported back instinctively, part of experiencing so many injuries was you got good at assessing and reporting your condition. Part of being a hunter was you didn’t try to hide anything, hiding it got yourself and sometimes those with you killed. So as much as he might with to forget about it Sam felt duty bound to report a piece of bad news. “I’ve never heard of a head injury that caused someone to be knocked out more then once to only have one recurrence. It doesn’t matter how good I feel chances are my head will make me pass out for a bit once or twice more.” Sam did not look happy about this fact.
“Well good Sammy but I still say we are staying here till you are all better.” Smiles at his brother happy that he is not dizzy and he’s eating again and that he can think again. “Well then like I said Sammy we aren’t going anywhere till you don’t pass out again. You might as well get used to this bed and this room because you are staying in it for at least 3 days or so.” Dean says smiling at him. Dean hated staying in one place but he would do it if it meant Sammy would get better and be safe.
"Oh goodie" Sam was resigned to staying in the hotel room, It did not however mean he was happy about it. Dean was defiantly right about staying in the bed though. Not because he felt particularly week or anything, But because it would just their luck for Sam to pass out while standing up, and while dean was half way across the room, and end up hurting himself worse due to hitting his head again after falling from his height. "Can I at least have my laptop back now?" Sam was determined to research the hell out of the ghost, and find their next case, if he had to stay in bed for a few days. "Dude where did you hide it?" Sam demanded of this brother.
Dean||Sam: Should have been a easy hunt (waywardxwinchester)
Sam gave Dean a look at the “annoying self” coment. Then he lay back on the bed arms under his head. Sam closed his eyes. Outwardly he was the very picture of relaxation. Inwardly though his mind was a-whirl. It actually made sense a ghost retaining its intelligence and all because it had someone to talk too. The only question was who.
Dean went and got the food cheeseburger for him and rabbit food for Sammy. He walked back in the room and Sam looked like he was sleeping but Dean knew he wasn’t. “Sammy got your rabbit food here. I didnt’ know what you wanted to drink I figured I”d just get you one out of the machine here or I got some water here too.” Dean says smiling at him waiting for him to sit up so he could hand him his damn salad.
(man sorry the reply took so long I’ve been having bad writer’s block!)
Sam sat up. Thankfully it didn’t make his head spin now, that was a good sign right? He took the salad gratefully, he was starving. That was yet another good sign he was on the mend. As he started to eat he looked over at Dean. Then when he finished chewing he set his plate down for a moment. “Dude where did you find a cheeseburger.” Dean hadn’t been gone for too long so it had to be somewhere nearby, but Sam was pretty sure they where in the middle of nowhere.
(That’s okay love no biggie I”m glad you wanted to continue)
“Ha there’s a diner not too far from here Sammy only place in town this place is like a damn ghost town you have us in.” Dean says taking a bite of his burger with a happy smile on his face. “How are you feeling Sam any dizziness or anything like that?” He asks his brother concern clearly showing on his face. It’s his job to take care of Sam he doesn’t care if his brother is old enough to do it for himself now.
Sam grinned for a moment, Trust Dean to find a ghost town with a diner in it, and to find the diner. His expression grew more serious at his brother's question as he considered things. "Sitting up didn't make me dizzy, and I have an apatite again. If I move my head to fast I get nauseous, But not nearly as much as before. I can think better. Sam reported back instinctively, part of experiencing so many injuries was you got good at assessing and reporting your condition. Part of being a hunter was you didn't try to hide anything, hiding it got yourself and sometimes those with you killed. So as much as he might with to forget about it Sam felt duty bound to report a piece of bad news. "I've never heard of a head injury that caused someone to be knocked out more then once to only have one recurrence. It doesn't matter how good I feel chances are my head will make me pass out for a bit once or twice more." Sam did not look happy about this fact.
Dean||Sam: Should have been a easy hunt (waywardxwinchester)
Sam gave Dean a look at the “annoying self” coment. Then he lay back on the bed arms under his head. Sam closed his eyes. Outwardly he was the very picture of relaxation. Inwardly though his mind was a-whirl. It actually made sense a ghost retaining its intelligence and all because it had someone to talk too. The only question was who.
Dean went and got the food cheeseburger for him and rabbit food for Sammy. He walked back in the room and Sam looked like he was sleeping but Dean knew he wasn’t. “Sammy got your rabbit food here. I didnt’ know what you wanted to drink I figured I”d just get you one out of the machine here or I got some water here too.” Dean says smiling at him waiting for him to sit up so he could hand him his damn salad.
(man sorry the reply took so long I've been having bad writer's block!)
Sam sat up. Thankfully it didn't make his head spin now, that was a good sign right? He took the salad gratefully, he was starving. That was yet another good sign he was on the mend. As he started to eat he looked over at Dean. Then when he finished chewing he set his plate down for a moment. "Dude where did you find a cheeseburger." Dean hadn't been gone for too long so it had to be somewhere nearby, but Sam was pretty sure they where in the middle of nowhere.
Dean||Sam: Should have been a easy hunt (waywardxwinchester)
“Jesus Sammy, yeah I’ve never seen a ghost plan that much either it’s like it was waiting for you or something.” Dean says,frowning a bit and gulping from his beer. HE really didn’t like when Sam got hurt and he didn’t like when Supernatural sonovabitches came after his brother it pissed him off and tended to put him in a bad mood. “Well the bad news is there is still one missing because when it was either let you bleed or finish the job and we both know what I picked.” Dean says shrugging again.
“So it looks like we are going to have to go back and take care of the bitch once and for all when you are up to it again.” Dean says frowning as Sam shook his head and looked like he was going to topple over. “I should get you something to eat. You need to eat or something. What you want Sammy a Salad? I could go get you a nice big salad with lots of rabbit food in it.” Dean says, chuckling a bit he was really just trying to do anything to make Sam feel better at this point.
“Of course if it was waiting for us it raises a question. Does it have a human helper? If some human had been talking to it over the years it might explain why it didn’t just go crazy and it kept it’s wits enough to plan that much. Or the human could have planned for it.” Sam frowned thinking, He’d never heard of anything like that but it did make the whole case seem more plausible. “I’m not about to argue with your choice there Dean.”
“Hopefully this whole thing passes over soon, I just don’t want to be fighting until I know I won’t pass out in the middle of it” Sam remembered not to shake his head at his brothers antics in time this time “Sure Dean, that’d be great, lots of rabbit food, thanks.” He said dryly.
“Yeah okay then we gotta figure this out Sam we need you to do research but not yet. I’m sure it would just make your head pound worse. We’ll haul up here for a day let you get back to your annoying self and then we can go at it again fullsteam ahead. or whatever.” Dean says smiling at him.
“Yeah I don’t want you fighting right now, I don’t want to have to watch my back and yours. So you’ll take some drugs eat some food and then rest till I think you can fight and then we’ll go kick this things ass.” Dean says grinning. ‘OKay rabbit food it is then I”ll be back you stay in bed and rest.” Dean says grabbing his keys. He’s pretty exhausted he just wants to come back and sleep he watched Sam all night to make sure he was okay. “Be back soon Sammy.”
Sam gave Dean a look at the "annoying self" coment. Then he lay back on the bed arms under his head. Sam closed his eyes. Outwardly he was the very picture of relaxation. Inwardly though his mind was a-whirl. It actually made sense a ghost retaining its intelligence and all because it had someone to talk too. The only question was who.
Dean||Sam: Should have been a easy hunt (waywardxwinchester)
“Oh no, my head was in the game. Actually it was in the game a bit too much if you know what I mean. Basically he turned out to be a doctor Dean, the ghost I mean, and one hell of a good strategist. It picked where it wanted to have the final stand off perfectly. Basically It attacks me, I dodge, looks like a normal ghost hunt.
Then it makes the lights flicker at the exact moment I go at it with an iron rod. When the lights came back on it was gone. I assumed I had gotten it. I mean, the salt was around enough that it didn’t have anywhere to hide. Except that it did. There was this little slide-away part of the wall, I noticed that as I was passing out. Basically it had dodged my rod by teleporting into that hidden area. I took a second to prepare and all for it to re-form and then BAM! something hits me in the head. I don’t know what it used exactly, but it knew exactly where to hit to cause the worst effect. Apparently It miss calculated though because I didn’t pass out right away. Not completely anyway. It looked a bit surprised at that. I did sorta pass out, enough that I stumbled and couldn’t keep myself upright. It had waited till I was angled so that when I slid It would break the salt line. After that I don’t remember much. I think I remember hearing you say something once or twice, but then next thing I knew I woke up here.”
Sam shook his head, then stopped since it made the room spin. Ghosts didn’t often plan that much, and when they did it was newer spirits, or those that had been evil in life. Still he shouldn’t have counted on that. Next time he’d be more careful. “I swear Dean, I’ve never even heard of a ghost planning that much.” Sam wasn’t happy, He didn’t like it when monsters deviated so much from their normal behavior. It made him worry that something was up, Of course with their track record something probably way.
“Jesus Sammy, yeah I’ve never seen a ghost plan that much either it’s like it was waiting for you or something.” Dean says,frowning a bit and gulping from his beer. HE really didn’t like when Sam got hurt and he didn’t like when Supernatural sonovabitches came after his brother it pissed him off and tended to put him in a bad mood. “Well the bad news is there is still one missing because when it was either let you bleed or finish the job and we both know what I picked.” Dean says shrugging again.
“So it looks like we are going to have to go back and take care of the bitch once and for all when you are up to it again.” Dean says frowning as Sam shook his head and looked like he was going to topple over. “I should get you something to eat. You need to eat or something. What you want Sammy a Salad? I could go get you a nice big salad with lots of rabbit food in it.” Dean says, chuckling a bit he was really just trying to do anything to make Sam feel better at this point.
"Of course if it was waiting for us it raises a question. Does it have a human helper? If some human had been talking to it over the years it might explain why it didn't just go crazy and it kept it's wits enough to plan that much. Or the human could have planned for it." Sam frowned thinking, He'd never heard of anything like that but it did make the whole case seem more plausible. "I'm not about to argue with your choice there Dean."
"Hopefully this whole thing passes over soon, I just don't want to be fighting until I know I won't pass out in the middle of it" Sam remembered not to shake his head at his brothers antics in time this time "Sure Dean, that'd be great, lots of rabbit food, thanks." He said dryly.
Dean||Sam: Should have been a easy hunt (waywardxwinchester)
Sam remained out of it for about two hours before finally stirring and groaning. He felt a bit less ill and dizzy now. Sam opened his eyes. “How long was I out?” He reached a hand back feeling the lump. It made his eyes water. Sam quickly moved the hand back down again. “Damn this is going to be a pain” Sam was used to injuries. He wasn’t however used to injuries that snuck up on him at inopportune moments and made his pass out. The worst part about it, of course, was that it meant he couldn’t risk getting up and out of bed. Sam was tall his head had a long way to fall if the stupid injury acted up while he was standing, and hitting his head again would not be a good idea
“Like two hours Sam I was starting to freak out a little bit here.” Dean says, looking over at his brother as he groaned. “Yeah well you got hit in the melon pretty damn hard Sam are you seeing straight or what?” Dean asks his brother. “You want some aspirin I think you could have some of that with some water to help the pain at least.” Dean asks him. “How’s your side anyways I had to stitch you up without any alcohol I couldn’t risk giving you any with a concussion to your head.” Dean says frowning a bit as he talked to Sam.
“Sorry” Sam apologized. “What? I’m seeing fine now. Oh G-d do we have any? that would be just about perfect right now” Sam directed his attention to his side when Dean asked. It hurt, But that was to be expected “it hurts a bit, but i’m a hunter Dean I’m used to worse”
“Yeah we got some Sam, let me get you some and some water.” Dean says getting up and smiling at his brother. He walked to the first aid kit and got out some aspirin for Sam he shook out 4 of the pills and walked to the kitchen getting him a glass of water. He walked back over and handed both the pills and the water to Sam. “Well yeah I know but it’s a pretty deep gash Sam so I thought I’d ask if you were okay.” Smiles at him, ruffling his hair a bit.
“Thanks man you’re a lifesaver!” Sam downed the pills quickly. To be honest he was hardly paying attention to his side. His head still throbbed, and his side twinged but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Still aspirin would be a helpful relief when it kicked in. He let his brother ruffle his hair. Sam knew how freaked out he must have been. All he had to do is imagine how freaked he would be if the situation was the other way around.
“Yeah that’s me Sammy a lifesaver.” Dean says watching his brother down the pills. “Sam what the hell happened back there I mean it’s not like you to let a ghost get a jump on you like that. Was your head not in the game or what man?” Dean asked looking at his brother grabbing a beer from the fridge and popping it open. His nerves were on edge, and he needed this beer.
"Oh no, my head was in the game. Actually it was in the game a bit too much if you know what I mean. Basically he turned out to be a doctor Dean, the ghost I mean, and one hell of a good strategist. It picked where it wanted to have the final stand off perfectly. Basically It attacks me, I dodge, looks like a normal ghost hunt.
Then it makes the lights flicker at the exact moment I go at it with an iron rod. When the lights came back on it was gone. I assumed I had gotten it. I mean, the salt was around enough that it didn't have anywhere to hide. Except that it did. There was this little slide-away part of the wall, I noticed that as I was passing out. Basically it had dodged my rod by teleporting into that hidden area. I took a second to prepare and all for it to re-form and then BAM! something hits me in the head. I don't know what it used exactly, but it knew exactly where to hit to cause the worst effect. Apparently It miss calculated though because I didn't pass out right away. Not completely anyway. It looked a bit surprised at that. I did sorta pass out, enough that I stumbled and couldn't keep myself upright. It had waited till I was angled so that when I slid It would break the salt line. After that I don't remember much. I think I remember hearing you say something once or twice, but then next thing I knew I woke up here."
Sam shook his head, then stopped since it made the room spin. Ghosts didn't often plan that much, and when they did it was newer spirits, or those that had been evil in life. Still he shouldn't have counted on that. Next time he'd be more careful. "I swear Dean, I've never even heard of a ghost planning that much." Sam wasn't happy, He didn't like it when monsters deviated so much from their normal behavior. It made him worry that something was up, Of course with their track record something probably way.
So went as a hunter for hollowen
Still gonna snipe people with corks after supernatural is over and the hardcore holloweeners come. Mom freaked out about the fake blood since I got some on my sock and accidentally started tracking it all over. Did a hell of a lot of research over the past few days. have high hopes for next holloween. got my dad to describe somthing I wrote as great. He normally says good or very good
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Dean||Sam: Should have been a easy hunt (waywardxwinchester)
Sam remained out of it for about two hours before finally stirring and groaning. He felt a bit less ill and dizzy now. Sam opened his eyes. “How long was I out?” He reached a hand back feeling the lump. It made his eyes water. Sam quickly moved the hand back down again. “Damn this is going to be a pain” Sam was used to injuries. He wasn’t however used to injuries that snuck up on him at inopportune moments and made his pass out. The worst part about it, of course, was that it meant he couldn’t risk getting up and out of bed. Sam was tall his head had a long way to fall if the stupid injury acted up while he was standing, and hitting his head again would not be a good idea
“Like two hours Sam I was starting to freak out a little bit here.” Dean says, looking over at his brother as he groaned. “Yeah well you got hit in the melon pretty damn hard Sam are you seeing straight or what?” Dean asks his brother. “You want some aspirin I think you could have some of that with some water to help the pain at least.” Dean asks him. “How’s your side anyways I had to stitch you up without any alcohol I couldn’t risk giving you any with a concussion to your head.” Dean says frowning a bit as he talked to Sam.
“Sorry” Sam apologized. “What? I’m seeing fine now. Oh G-d do we have any? that would be just about perfect right now” Sam directed his attention to his side when Dean asked. It hurt, But that was to be expected “it hurts a bit, but i’m a hunter Dean I’m used to worse”
“Yeah we got some Sam, let me get you some and some water.” Dean says getting up and smiling at his brother. He walked to the first aid kit and got out some aspirin for Sam he shook out 4 of the pills and walked to the kitchen getting him a glass of water. He walked back over and handed both the pills and the water to Sam. “Well yeah I know but it’s a pretty deep gash Sam so I thought I’d ask if you were okay.” Smiles at him, ruffling his hair a bit.
"Thanks man you're a lifesaver!" Sam downed the pills quickly. To be honest he was hardly paying attention to his side. His head still throbbed, and his side twinged but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Still aspirin would be a helpful relief when it kicked in. He let his brother ruffle his hair. Sam knew how freaked out he must have been. All he had to do is imagine how freaked he would be if the situation was the other way around.
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Dean||Sam: Should have been a easy hunt (waywardxwinchester)
Sam remained out of it for about two hours before finally stirring and groaning. He felt a bit less ill and dizzy now. Sam opened his eyes. “How long was I out?” He reached a hand back feeling the lump. It made his eyes water. Sam quickly moved the hand back down again. “Damn this is going to be a pain” Sam was used to injuries. He wasn’t however used to injuries that snuck up on him at inopportune moments and made his pass out. The worst part about it, of course, was that it meant he couldn’t risk getting up and out of bed. Sam was tall his head had a long way to fall if the stupid injury acted up while he was standing, and hitting his head again would not be a good idea
“Like two hours Sam I was starting to freak out a little bit here.” Dean says, looking over at his brother as he groaned. “Yeah well you got hit in the melon pretty damn hard Sam are you seeing straight or what?” Dean asks his brother. “You want some aspirin I think you could have some of that with some water to help the pain at least.” Dean asks him. “How’s your side anyways I had to stitch you up without any alcohol I couldn’t risk giving you any with a concussion to your head.” Dean says frowning a bit as he talked to Sam.
"Sorry" Sam apologized. "What? I'm seeing fine now. Oh G-d do we have any? that would be just about perfect right now" Sam directed his attention to his side when Dean asked. It hurt, But that was to be expected "it hurts a bit, but i'm a hunter Dean I'm used to worse"
Half the time
When certain people say how hard their life is I want to punch them full in the face.
It's like Dude you have NO CLUE what it's like (If it truly is hard then I can understand but still)
My situation is practically equivalent to the Winchesters. Probably more then most other people in the world! and you want to tell me how hard your life is? I'm the girl who sits there watching the show and cries sometimes not because I feel bad for them but because I know EXACTLY what it feels like.
Oh I forgot the one way my life isn't equivalent? I go at it ALONE! I don't have a Sam or a Dean if you will.
Now what were you saying about your hard life?
@WaywardxWinchester
Dean nodded and flopped on the bed. “Yeah, but it wasn’t just the sex that kind of got me caught,” he said and chewed his lipring for a moment. “You’re kind of an uncle, but you’re never gonna meet him so don’t get too excited.” He hadn’t been sure how he was going to tell Sam about Ben, but it was probably best to get it over with now rather than having an awkward conversation later about why he didn’t tell him.
“I’m an uncle? Since when?” Sam raised an eyebrow. That was a new one. “Seriously Dean didn’t dad have that talk with you at least five times?” Sam shook his head. He rolled over to look at his brother “when did you find out?”
Dean nodded. “Yeah, but there’s only like a 99.9% chance that they’ll work and god knows I’ve had sex more than a thousand times,” he said and laughed, rubbing his eyes. “A month after you left. He’s six, name’s Ben and he’s such a great kid.”
"And why can't I meet him?" Sam inquired. If he was an uncle he intended to meet his nephew at some point. Suddenly he put together the rest of what Dean had said "Dude do you realize how many kids you could have hiding away somewhere!?"
Imagine your OTP going to a romantic restaurant for a night out. In both of their pockets are rings they are going to propose with, but the other has no idea. Imagine person B proposing first, and person A answering by pulling out their engagement ring.
that happened in once show I watched, Though they where on horses