|just so you know you have NO RIGHT WHAYTSO EVER to be making mishamun feel like shit and no right do you have to call her a cunt. there is this thing about tumblr hate and that is in the catagory and i dont care how much you hate her now but you calling her names and doing things like this wont make you look any better|
Maybe the cunt thing was a little far, but I have every right to make her feel like shit. She hurt a close friend of mine, and I’m defending him.
BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS // OPEN (I GUESS)
The sun was setting on the banks of the Ohio River, and Dean sat on the hood of the Impala, drinking straight from the whiskey bottle. He’d been sitting there so long that snow had piled on his shoulders, only falling when he lifted his arm to take another swig.
They were gone. His family. Whatever force had brought Misha to this world had taken him back, and taken their kids with him. The place where they’d been was nothing short of an endless void inside him, and though he desperately wanted to cry, his eyes were dry.
The bottle was empty, the bottle he’d promised his husband that he’d never pick up again. He slid off the hood of the Impala, walking out to the edge of the bridge, the water rushing away, meters beneath him. It was swollen and angry with the melting snow, and Dean tossed the bottle out into the white fray, watching it disappear.
Slowly, he pulled the simple band from his finger, turning it over to read the inscription one final time.
Собственность Миша Коллинз
Dean laughed weakly. What bullshit. He’d left, in the end. Just like everyone else. He extended his arm out over the water and let the ring slide from his hand, disappearing into the rushing waters just like the bottle.
“‘Property of Misha Collins’ my ass,” Dean hissed. “You lied. You lied about everything. You said forever. You said you’d never leave me.”
He slowly fell to his knees, gripping the railing of the bridge as his heart finally broke, caving in, letting the grief well out into the emptiness…the world that didn’t care that he was broken.
"You promised…" he sobbed until the snow covered him again, not sure if he’d ever get up. "You promised…"
Written by my friend, Noah. You know who you are, and I hope you feel like a cunt.
i just wrote 2012 on a paper
My friend is embarrassed and thinks she’s the only one and I said id prove her wrong.
I have a bedfull of them…
I can’t sleep without my bunnerrabber (a stuffed rabbit) :3
Do anime bodypillows count?
I have various ones I have.
I still sleep with my 11-year old stuffed frog that looks more like a mutant by now :P
can we just take a minute to recognize how beautiful sam and dean’s kids would be
Mother of all that’s holy, look at all that HAIR on him. He’s so shaggy and hairy and give that boy a haircut.
” your otp is what you are subconsciously looking for in a relationship “
dean whimpering ◕ ◡ ◕
dean trembling ◕ ◡ ◕
dean subbing ◕ ◡ ◕
dean bottoming ◕ ◡ ◕
dean not having to be in charge ◕ ◡ ◕
dean being obedient and letting himself go (｡^‿^｡)
Dean saving up a little cash so he can take Sam out on a proper date with wine and candles, somewhere they can act all coupley and gross and actually show each other how head-over-heels in love they are. (≧ω≦)
I want to prove to a friend that he will be dearly missed.
ONLY 360 NOTES!!! WHOVIANS YOU’D BETTER GET OVER HERE AND REBLOG THIS ASAP!!
SOGNAL BOOST THIS
WHOVIANS WTF REBLOG ALREADY
I’M STILL NOT READY FOR HIM TO LEAVE
I WILL MISS HIS SMILE
AND MATT SMITH IN GENERAL BECAUSE HE WAS MY FIRST AND FAVORITE DOCTOR