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John: The Deputy got away.

Jacob: How?

John: They just got out of their ropes and ran.

Jacob: Why didn’t you chase them?

John: It’s muddy outside.

Jacob: Yeah, so?

John: I’m wearing Prada, Jacob.

Chateltünk. Én felhívtalak. Beszéltünk. Nem sokat ugyan, főként csak csendben tartottuk a telefont. Aztán gitárhangot hallottam, majd énekeltél nekem.

Aztán felkeltem.

Éreztem már magam valaha ennyire magányosnak?

Nem

So proud of Jack here. He is standing for himself.

Free will guys, free will.

Mert baszki, még a telefonom is megőrül ha beszélünk.

Képzelheted mi megy le akkor bennem...

Mostmár elég a szórakozásból és jelezgetésekből, csak ölelj már meg végre könyörgöm

Lehet hogy követek el hibákat, és adok indokokat arra hogy azt hidd, nem kedvellek

De attól még tudnod kell hogy szeretlek és ezen nem változtat semmi.

Hiába beszélek mással

Nekem csak Te kellesz💔

Little Brother

A commission for the wonderful and incredible @softseeds featuring young Seeds. Hope it lives up to expectations, hun! ❤️❤️❤️

Jacob heard John’s wailing the moment he and Joseph hopped off the school bus and felt his stomach drop and an all too familiar feeling of dread creep through his body. Their neighbour, Mrs O’Grady, was sitting out on her porch, waiting for the boys to head down their driveway.

“Poor thing’s been crying all afternoon,” she said once they were in earshot, eyeing the two elder Seed siblings with concern. He prayed that it was an exaggeration, but Jacob knew it was more than likely the truth. His father worked days, his mother disappearing to god only knew where for hours at a time to escape from the miserable life she’d created for herself.

He could only hope that they’d stay gone until he, Joseph and John were all in bed and asleep. It was better that way, Old Man Seed wouldn’t have a chance to yell at him, and he wouldn’t have to listen to his mother’s pathetic sniffles as she stood by and did nothing.

Jacob just glared at Mrs O’Grady. “Mind your own fucking business,” he snarled, wrenching open the front door and marching inside, tossing his bag on the couch without a care. He’d fix it up later before his parents returned, but for now he had to focus on John.

Poor, crying John, left on his own for who knew how long. Not for the first time, and certainly not the last, Jacob felt the familiar hatred rise in his stomach.

“Jacob…” Joseph began, eyeing his elder brother nervously. He wasn’t afraid of him, knew that Jacob would rather die than let anything happen to him or John, but he recognised that familiar set to his shoulders all too well, saw the rage, the wrath written clear as day across his face.

“I’ll take care of it, Joe.” 

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Lucifer Morningstar appreciation post.

He’s evil. He’s the Devil. He should be the most hated thing in the show. But he is also sensible. He cares about Sam. He’s powerful. He’s super sassy. He’s funny.

He’s fucking hot

[Mark Pellegrino (and Misha Collins ) THANK YOU]

And yes, he’s just a little childish….

Love you, Satan