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No Copyright Infringement was intended
Hey guys! Here are some amazing words from Jared! #AKF
Credit: @mishasdiary on twitter
Thought you guys might like this
To the anonymous who asked if I was Misha. Here’s proof that I’m not him
Good lord the bleached hair 🤣
Ok so I’m kinda freaking out right now. I know I posted awhile back about telling a guy that I liked him. Well this past week we’ve been hanging out, and then last night we were watching supernatural at my place, and he just stared at me for a little bit. Not a creepy kind of stare, more of a fascination stare. THEN HE KISSED ME!!!!! I think I kind of died right then and there.
Reminiscing on old times..... me and him broke up back in November of 2020 after 4 and a half years and sadly he took his own life 4 months later...... thinking of how so many things could have done differently, so many things said during the break up that I wish I could take back...... and we were actually getting back to being friends again when he passed. Realizing you never know whats going through someone's mind. They could be the happiest person in the world but behind the smile could be a battle against your own demons.
In honor of me approaching my first 6 months mark as a flight attendant, here are some highlights from my time in this job:
I have now been a flight attendant for 3 years and 2020 has been a dumpster fire in so many ways, including but not limited to the travel industry, but here are some highlights from this past year in particular
We live under capitalism and its rule seems inescapable. I’m eager for the days when covid is just a bad memory, and the quality of and access to healthcare is such that, come the next virus, no one has to choose between paying rent or paying a hospital bill. I’m eager for the days when rent and paychecks are a thing of the past, when we work for the pleasure of working, without the pressure of being born into a world run by money and the men who control it.
In the meantime, all we have is each other, and I’ve been very lucky to have spent my time with so many generous, soft-handed people who have made this year not only bearable, but often enjoyable in spite of the rest. I have been very lucky to work a job that I (mostly) love, even if it is part of an industry that cares only for numbers, not people.
We can only keep moving in that direction, helping others along as we go. 💌
this scene deserved at least 10 emmys
Sam stands there holding Dean until his tears run out, until he's numb and drained, and he doesn't cry when he pulls Dean off the vicious steel spike that started at his lower back (just like Sam's stabbing, his own death so many years ago) and angled up and painfully ripped through him, piercing Dean's heart and Sam's at the same time, he doesn't cry when he settles Dean onto the floor of the barn and begs Jack to do something, to bring him back (he yells, he screams, he curses, he does not cry), because Jack said he'd be hands off but surely this doesn't count, surely this is important enough, and Dean said not to try to bring him back but fuck Dean, he doesn't get to make that decision, he doesn't get to leave Sam behind without a fight, and Sam doesn't cry when he heaves Dean over his shoulder and gently lays him in the back seat of the Impala and covers him with a blanket, he doesn't cry when he finds the little boys and tells them everything is going to be okay (it's a lie, they're not going to be okay, they've witnessed their father's murder and they'll never hear their mother's voice again and they've lived through trauma that they will never, ever recover from, but at least they'll have each other) and that they need to look after each other from now on, he doesn't cry when he leaves them at the police station and disappears before anyone can ask him any questions, he doesn't cry when he stops after driving for seven hours and sends an email to the few people they have (he has) left saying I'm sorry to tell you this way but I can't talk, Dean is gone, it happened on a hunt, and someday we'll get drunk together and tell stories but not for a while, he doesn't cry when he sees Jody's response with the subject line SAM WINCHESTER YOU READ THIS RIGHT NOW or when he reads the rest of her message, which says I know what it's like to lose everything, I know what you're probably thinking about right now, and I need you to swear to me that you will call me if you think you're going to hurt yourself, and he doesn't respond because being alive feels like a betrayal, his grief and loss are barbed wire wrapped around his heart and his soul and how can he make any promises, but he doesn't cry and he keeps going because Dean's dog is still in the bunker, and the automatic feeder and water bowl won't last forever, so he drives the rest of the way and he doesn't cry but he also doesn't feel his lungs expanding or his heart beating, because Sam didn't get to die this time but he's not really living any more either, and finally he pulls up in front of the bunker and opens the creaky door and sits down on the steps just before he is engulfed by Miracle (such a stupid name for a dog, Sam told him) and Miracle licks his face and then looks expectantly at the door, tail wagging, and Sam says he's not coming back, buddy, he's never coming back, and then he buries his face in the dog's soft fur and sobs.
(For once, my fic title comes not from a song, but from an art installation at the Edinburgh Museum of Modern Art.)
Happiness is a Gosling recognising you, and running excitedly towards you. His name is Sam btw
Explanation 1 of 2 in my mind as to why Castiel wasn’t in that hallucinatory nightmare punchline of a 15 year long hate crime finale
Bonus:
Pairing: Dean x reader
eXCUSE me who is this cat
the return of the Weibo cat
full emotional spectrum
Summary: While out with friends one night, the reader bumps into her old high school best friend, Jensen. They always had a will they, won’t they relationship but the reader finds things with Jensen don’t seem to be going as well she thinks they are…
Pairing: Jensen x reader
Word Count: 7,700ish
Warnings: language, angst, family drama
A/N: For the purposes of this fic, Jensen’s wife and kids are fictitious…
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Pairing: Daddy!Dean x reader
I’m here to serve her majesty, Princess Pea. She’s 16 and completely spoiled. Light of my life!
@letsby @dean-winchesters-bacon @atc74 @idreamofplaid @mollmom @winchesterxfamilybusiness @princessmisery666 and everyone else! Spread some happy.
Okay lady…I got some new ones for you to smile over. Meet Nala and Benny, because he sucks on whatever he is kneeding.
This is Keke
Wait for it.
this is not an ordinary cat petting video, this is advanced
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