iprefertotext:

put some clothes on. ur disgusting

at least i’m not a psychopath.

iprefertotext:

soooo you’re basically like a parasite. Only for demons

but i’m a sexy parasite

justanemptymeatsuit:

                 <sub>she felt like a scolded child, in trouble after
                 doing wrong. a small sigh escaped her, feet
                 moving as she took a step away before turning,
                 hand reaching for her drink on the table.

                                      “Yeah, okay..”
                 [ a quick glance up, arched eyebrow as she 
                                    watched him for a moment ]
                      “Do…D’you want me to come with you?”</sub>

                _{it’s a dangerous game that sam is playing with ruby.
                he’s teetering between dean and ruby, between brother
                and lover. he can’t stop, though. ruby has him by the
                throat and dean has him by the heart, and sam knows
                there’s no way he’s getting out of this  w h o l e .}           

                             _{❝ i ——- yeah                     …if you want to. ❞}

iprefertotext:

i’m serious

and don’t call me sherly

_{man i picked a bad week to quit drinking. demon blood.}

iprefertotext:

sam weenchester sucks

_{i will beat ur ass sherly}

+ rexpuerilis

sharpspurofhope:

     ^{Frequently on edge, aware of the constant perils and danger that the surrounding world brought, the familiar presence put the rebel at ease, if only slightly,}

       ^{”Ah, hello, Sam.”}

                   ^{”How have you been holding up?”}

                    _{❝                 hey, cas. ❞}

                           _{he grins, letting his hand fall down to his side and away
                           from the knife inside his jacket.}

                                               _{❝ been getting by. what about you? you doing alright? ❞}

thetwxlfthmadman:

         _{[ His hands were weary, oh but they were clever and angry. There was blood that he
            could never wash off, but The Doctor couldn’t seem to care. It was something that
            had happened suddenly. His hearts were slowly changing. None of his  
            companions ever noticed, they were a bit too thick to notice the way he seemed to
            have quit moping about when coming to pick them up. His palms pressed against
            the railing around the TARDIS’s console platform, his weight leaning against the
            cool metal. ]} 

                                    _{❝Welcome to my little world…❞}

                    _{there’s no way this is possible.}

                                                    _{okay, well, sam’s been around enough to know there
                              probably is a way this is possible, but there damn well shouldn’t be.
                              there’s no rational way this entire…. thing… can be inside a tiny little
                              police box. sam’s studied physics. it’s just not possible.}

                                                                      _{❝ ————— wow. ❞}

                     _{he doesn’t exactly know what else to say, not faced with this
                     technological monstrosity and the odd old man before him.}

protegamxeum:

                    _{Dean steps back, holding up his hands
                    he doesn’t want any of that stuff on him}

                    _{the hunter would probably cry
                    if sam ruined the Impala’s interior
                    the impala is home.}

                   _{❝I’m good with burning it.
                            Seems like the best option.
                                         Plus it’ll be kinda fun.❞}

                  _{Dean chuckles and opens the trunk.
                  He unzips a duffel bag, pulls out a clean shirt.}

                                _{❝Change.❞}

                 _{sam laughs once, shaking his head. leave
                 it to dean to get excited about burning
                 something covered in horse shit.}

                                       _{❝ forgot you were a pyromaniac. ❞}

                        <sub>he shucks his mud-caked jacket and shirt, letting
                        them fall to the ground with a slick thwack, and
                        snags the proffered clothing from dean.

                                                                  ❝                  happy now? ❞</sub>

iprefertotext:

BABy u do whatever you want. i’ll just sit here, waiting…wishing…..i still need to reply to our thread with sherlock and sam

and sherlock and mrs. lovetts……..and sherlock and all those john ones..jfc

_{hahaha i completely forgot about 99% of those. mrs. lovett ahh i should give her some love too. so much love so little time.}