yeahcoolduck:

brothersinsync:

swgraphicchallenge
Prompt: 3 “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.― Audrey Hepburn

Listen to me, you bloodsucking freak. Dad always said I’d either have to save you or kill you. Well, I’m giving you fair warning. I’m done trying to save you. You’re a monster, Sam — a vampire. You’re not you anymore. And there’s no going back.
Look, I’ll just get right to it. I’m still pissed… and I owe you a serious beat down. But… I shouldn’t have said what I said. You know, I’m not Dad. We’re brothers. You know, we’re family. And, uh… no matter how bad it gets, that doesn’t change. Sammy, I’m sorry.


Look, I love the angst inherent in Sam still believing “bloodsucking freak” to be something Dean said all those years ago, but if he’s sitting around reading Game of Thrones while Crowley is using the Supernatural books to gank all the people he’s saved, then that’s just freaking indescribably stupid.  

True. They told Chuck to quit publishing books in 5.09, and we don’t know what had been published at that point re: Lucifer Rising. We do know that Charlie revealed to them that the books are all onlline now. I have to wonder though whether Sam or Dean would choose to read the books. They would, I think, assume that they’ve lived the story and have little to learn while re-experiencing a shitload of pain. For any good thing they might learn, there’s a chance for even worse emotional trauma.

yeahcoolduck:

brothersinsync:

swgraphicchallenge

Prompt: 3 “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
― Audrey Hepburn

Listen to me, you bloodsucking freak. Dad always said I’d either have to save you or kill you. Well, I’m giving you fair warning. I’m done trying to save you. You’re a monster, Sam — a vampire. You’re not you anymore. And there’s no going back.

Look, I’ll just get right to it. I’m still pissed… and I owe you a serious beat down. But… I shouldn’t have said what I said. You know, I’m not Dad. We’re brothers. You know, we’re family. And, uh… no matter how bad it gets, that doesn’t change. Sammy, I’m sorry.

Look, I love the angst inherent in Sam still believing “bloodsucking freak” to be something Dean said all those years ago, but if he’s sitting around reading Game of Thrones while Crowley is using the Supernatural books to gank all the people he’s saved, then that’s just freaking indescribably stupid.  

True. They told Chuck to quit publishing books in 5.09, and we don’t know what had been published at that point re: Lucifer Rising. We do know that Charlie revealed to them that the books are all onlline now. I have to wonder though whether Sam or Dean would choose to read the books. They would, I think, assume that they’ve lived the story and have little to learn while re-experiencing a shitload of pain. For any good thing they might learn, there’s a chance for even worse emotional trauma.

castiel-knight-of-hell:

this is what 20 year old Dean Winchester would have looked like


I’m all alone. Isn’t someone missing me?

I’m all alone. Isn’t someone missing me?

(Source: beautiful-khaleeesi)

(Source: daddyjared)

brothersinsync:

swgraphicchallenge
Prompt: 3 “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.― Audrey Hepburn

Listen to me, you bloodsucking freak. Dad always said I’d either have to save you or kill you. Well, I’m giving you fair warning. I’m done trying to save you. You’re a monster, Sam — a vampire. You’re not you anymore. And there’s no going back.
Look, I’ll just get right to it. I’m still pissed… and I owe you a serious beat down. But… I shouldn’t have said what I said. You know, I’m not Dad. We’re brothers. You know, we’re family. And, uh… no matter how bad it gets, that doesn’t change. Sammy, I’m sorry.

brothersinsync:

swgraphicchallenge

Prompt: 3 “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
― Audrey Hepburn

Listen to me, you bloodsucking freak. Dad always said I’d either have to save you or kill you. Well, I’m giving you fair warning. I’m done trying to save you. You’re a monster, Sam — a vampire. You’re not you anymore. And there’s no going back.

Look, I’ll just get right to it. I’m still pissed… and I owe you a serious beat down. But… I shouldn’t have said what I said. You know, I’m not Dad. We’re brothers. You know, we’re family. And, uh… no matter how bad it gets, that doesn’t change. Sammy, I’m sorry.

yeahcoolduck:

bangingpatchouli:

You shouldn’t have been eating those dead animals on the road when you were a kid

only god can judge me

and the vulture whose dinner you stole

yeahcoolduck:

bangingpatchouli:

mallorytoyourmickey:

amenpadaleski:

On a side note, maybe this is not that important but why are we tagging Demon!dean posts with dean winchester because he is as much dean as Sam was Sam when Lucifer was possessing him.

I do it because I am covering all the bases I guess. I mean Dean…

I tag demon!dean just as I did soulless!sam because they are specific iterations of the characters and not their fully human selves.

yeah it’s not actually the tagging that caught my eye, it’s the idea that Demon Dean shouldn’t be tagged with Dean Winchester because it’s “not Dean.”  Lucifer!Sam wasn’t Sam, it was Lucifer via Sam.  Demon Dean is still Dean, it’s still Dean Winchester’s soul driving the body.

Right, it’s a corrupted demonic version of his soul. This is much closer to where Sam was headed in S4 when he was teetering on the edge of being a demon. I mean his eyes flashed black too when he killed Lilith. Sam could have crossed that line. That’s what Ruby was angling for with her little speech about Lucifer rewarding him. I don’t think any of us could have said it wasn’t Sam had he gone dark. It would have been Sam — just a twisted evil one. That’s what Dean is now.

" Y o u  t h i n k  I ’ m  b a d ?

(Source: thesoullesshunter)

Sam and Cole in season ten so far.

(Source: memberoftheangelgarrison)

http://yeahcoolduck.tumblr.com/post/100498792651/mallorytoyourmickey-amenpadaleski-on-a-side

mallorytoyourmickey:

amenpadaleski:

On a side note, maybe this is not that important but why are we tagging Demon!dean posts with dean winchester because he is as much dean as Sam was Sam when Lucifer was possessing him.

I do it because I am covering all the bases I guess. I mean Dean…

I tag demon!dean just as I did soulless!sam because they are specific iterations of the characters and not their fully human selves.

camisadist:

LISTEN UP!
I rarely ever do posts like this, but I feel like this will really matter to some people.
AO3 is asking for some money, to keep the organization going. I don’t know about you, but I LOVE ao3. There probably hasn’t been a day I haven’t been on it in the last two years, I and seriously doubt there is anyone who reads fanfiction and doesn’t know of this wonderful site. 
Now clearly, one could say there are better causes to put your money to, especially on a site like tumblr. But for some people, fanfiction and fanart is their escape, I’ve read lots of stories about people being depressed and then finding out about certain ships and then becoming much happier people, and personally, fanfiction is the reason I started making friends through the internet and connecting with people because of what I love.
So all I’m asking is, that if you’ve ever seen a fanwork on ao3, smiled at fluff, or ogled at a particularly smutty fan art, try to give just a little bit of money to this site. And if not, try to spread the word like I am! I’m not a staff member or anything, I just am a fan that really wants to let this site know how much we as fandoms love and appreciate what they are doing. So please, please, please, reblog this, or click one of the links below to help out!
Informational Post
Donate HERE!
Thanks so much!

camisadist:

LISTEN UP!

I rarely ever do posts like this, but I feel like this will really matter to some people.

AO3 is asking for some money, to keep the organization going. I don’t know about you, but I LOVE ao3. There probably hasn’t been a day I haven’t been on it in the last two years, I and seriously doubt there is anyone who reads fanfiction and doesn’t know of this wonderful site. 

Now clearly, one could say there are better causes to put your money to, especially on a site like tumblr. But for some people, fanfiction and fanart is their escape, I’ve read lots of stories about people being depressed and then finding out about certain ships and then becoming much happier people, and personally, fanfiction is the reason I started making friends through the internet and connecting with people because of what I love.

So all I’m asking is, that if you’ve ever seen a fanwork on ao3, smiled at fluff, or ogled at a particularly smutty fan art, try to give just a little bit of money to this site. And if not, try to spread the word like I am! I’m not a staff member or anything, I just am a fan that really wants to let this site know how much we as fandoms love and appreciate what they are doing. So please, please, please, reblog this, or click one of the links below to help out!

Informational Post

Donate HERE!

Thanks so much!

gents-n-shackles:

bookdal:

I miss you, Kripke. I miss you so hard. Look what that monster did to your baby. 

always reblog

(Source: yourbrotpismyotp)

cyberteeth:

Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists

It’s been a week

wincesthappened:

It’s been a week since his eyes returned to a constant green. 

It’s been a week since those awful words were out in the open air. 

It’s been a week, and his brother, his saviour, his best friend, cant look him in the eyes. He doesn’t say much, barely eats, and his whole body is weaker. Once in a while he’ll ask a simple question, wants to check if Dean’s still there, but then he shuts down. Silent.

He’s in pain. That’s on me. Dean knows his brother, knows how to read his expression. He used to know how to make him laugh. That doesn’t work these days. 

Every night, before they go to sleep, he stands behind Sam’s door, his heart pounding in his ears, his blood boiling, and tears welling in his eyes. Every night he stands there, not saying a word. He doesn’t dare.

"I just need some space," Sam had told him. 

That was a week ago. Isn’t that enough? 

He tries, he tries to respect Sam’s choice, he tries to be a better brother. But it’s damn fucking hard, he misses Sam.  He misses Sam’s long arms around him, he misses Sam’s lips on his, he misses Sam’s heaving chest and the sounds he makes when he is on the edge. He misses Sam’s hips and those sensitive spots only he knows how to touch, he misses sleeping next to Sam, feeling him close, feeling the warmth. It has been so long, so fucking long. 

Last year, when Sam was dying, and he let Gadreel take over, he couldn’t touch his brother like that, not knowing who it could be, too guilty to allow himself. When it was Sam again, it wasn’t the same. Sam was angry with him, rightfully so, and Dean ran. He couldn’t face staying in the same space with Sam and not being with him. After that, it all went quickly downhill.

It’s been so long. 

He turns away from the door and walks slowly to his own room. There, loud music in his ears might ease the pain. 

The next night, he has the courage to speak.

"Sam," he says to the closed door, “Sammy, I—”

He can hear Sam moving in there. He has to keep going.

"Sammy, I—"

"‘You’re sorry, I know," Sam murmurs.

"That too, but Sam, Sammy, I. I miss you."

Dean’s voice cracks. There’s silence on the other side of the door. He feels his hands shake. His knees almost gave over. Silence.

"Sam, I need you."

He whispers, wishes Sam won’t hear, wishes he could.

"Please, Sammy."

He can barely hear his own voice. His blood runs in his ears, all drumbeat. 

Quiet. 

Silence. 

His knees give in and he falls onto the floor on his knees, forehead on Sam’s door. 

He should probably leave Sam alone. He’s done too much damage. It can’t be fixed. Not now.

He’s about to get up when he hears Sam’s footsteps near the door. It’s open, and there’s Sam, towered above him, eyes red, messed up hair, all husky voice that says:

"‘Me too, Dean."

He’s on his knees, too.

Dean looks at him, at his brother, the most important person in this fucked up world. Not his little brother anymore. Sam’s a grown man, someone who promised and saved his lame ass. He’s everything.

He reaches with his hand to touch Sam’s face, the lines around his eyes now deeper. Sleep deprived, that’s clear, and Dean traces those lines, their gaze fixed. He can’t let this go. 

"I love you, Sam," he says.

Like a magic word, Sam lets go, his eyes full of tears, Dean holds Sam’s face in his hands. He won’t let Sam drift now.

"I love you, Sam," he repeats.

Sam sobs, sobs like the child he only used to be.

"I love you more than any damn thing in this whole fucking world," Dean says again, "I love you."

With each word, the earth crumbles beneath him, but he holds Sam. Dean is safe. He’s home.

"I—"

Lips touch his own and they tremble together. Sam is the one that tightens them together, holds. Kisses.

The world may have crumbled, but Dean is at peace.

~

Thank you Helen  for beta-ing.