Jensen → Jared - Endearment
I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you, for all my life…
— a dance with dragons
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“I don’t know what’s happened but you will snap the HELL out of it”
Sam being angry at the word hell when he’s been there at least 50 times
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Sam spots it first, and pauses, doing a double take that starts like checking out and ends in a concerned frown.
He’s still standing staring at the couch when Jack catches up to him from peering into the still waters of the pond for whatever clues he thought he’d find there. He registers Sam’s expression.
“Do you think this is the shapeshifter?” he asks excitedly, hand moving to the gun tucked into the back of his belt under his jacket. He’s still very excited about hunting a human way.
“No,” Sam says hurriedly. “Never mind, I was just…” he trails off. Jack’s looking at him with such concern that it forces him to push on and speak his mind. “Dean was saying we needed a sofa now, but I don’t think he’ll like this one.”
“Because it’s missing two cushions?” Jack asks, now giving the couch a deeply critical evaluation, determined to understand the nuances of this.
“Because it’s pink.”
Jack looks up and down at Sam. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, I suppose…”
They pick it up and haul it through the grim park and back towards the car.
Dean is waiting there with coffees in a cardboard tray, sipping his own. He turns when Jack calls and waves to him, and almost immediately spits out his drink.
“What the hell is that?”
“Sam found a sofa!” Jack says proudly.
“Yeah, I can see that. It’s not coming home with us.”
“Why not?” Sam huffed, setting down his end and scowling. “You’ve been bitching about wanting one for months.”
“It’s the exact same pattern as the shirt you’re wearing.”
*spittake*
I now need art of Sam sitting on this sofa in his matching plaid shirt.
- [singular] y’all
- [plural] all y’all
3. [alternate plural] all'a y'all
4. [possessive pronoun] y’all’s 5. [future tense] y’all’ll
A guide to understanding Jared Padalecki 😂😂
your body is not a temple. temples can be destroyed and desecrated. your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. you will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated. x
Of everyone I ever knew I’ve gotten used to you I’ve grown attached to you being here Of everyone I ever knew I learned to count on you As my own fingers
- Prosthetic Love by Typhoon
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SPN Hiatus Creations | week 1 [x]
there’s remarkable little difference between you’re my weak spot and we’re stronger together. they sound mutally exclusive but the more you think about it, the more it sounds like two different ways to say the same thing.
A Poem of Love
Lovingly dedicated to all my favorite fictional characters.
Roses are red Violets are blue You make me feel things HOW DARE YOU
Not one single hurtful thing ever got changed by someone grinning and bearing it. Hurtful things changed because people have said ‘That hurts me. Stop.’ And every time you try to silence someone and tell them that they shouldn’t be hurt, shouldn’t be offended, shouldn’t choose this battle, that this isn’t important and that other things are more important - you are serving the hurtful rather than the hurt. (inspired by)