WILFORD HAS A FULL, REAL NAME!!!! HE’S GOT A NAME!!!!

I’m only reblogging my own story because this comment is making me laugh so hard that I’m trying desperately not to wake up my brother in the next room, either by laughing too loudly or falling outta my chair. Glad you like it! XD

THIS IS NOT MINE. This is a Creepypasta I’ve heard a thousand times and don’t know the original owner of, but I love it dearly, it’s terrifying. You should look for the Jacksepticeye reading of it, that got me good the first time I heard it.

Text Conversations With the Boys

Rating: G

Pairing: Reader/Each of the members of TFW

You: Sam, where r u?

Sam: Out.

You: Real specific Sam.

Sam: Just out! I promise!

You: You're not doing anything shady, right?

Sam: ...

You: Sam?

Sam: :)

You: What does that mean???

You: *two hours later* THERE'S A CANDY GRAM AT THE DOOR, WINCHESTER.

Sam: :)

You: I love you, you moron.

Sam: Ily2 babe. XD

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Dean: (Y/N)!!!!

You: ?

You: Um hi Dean. XD

Dean: (Y/N) did yuo no that yur vry pretttty

You: ...are you drunk again?

Dean: Nooooooo

Dean: I'm fnie!

You: ...where r u?

Dean: Te barr down the rode

Dean: Roda

Dean: Rood

Dean: Close neough.

You: Stay put and don't get kicked out, I'm gonna come pick you up.

Dean: Tooo late

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Cas: adKLNPgkl,2485u

You: Um...Cas? You ok?

Cas: I'm sorry. I dropped my phone.

You: You have an iPhone, how did you get that by dropping it?

Cas: ...I may have dropped it on my face...

You: XD

Cas: >:(

You: WTF When did you start using emojis??

Cas: Sam taught me.

Cas: What does WTF mean?

You: ...ask Dean.

He did an amazing job, I hope he does more kinda backstories like that but maybe with less heart ache

Bruh yes.

WHAT IN THIS GODFORSAKEN WORLD COULD POSSIBLY BE ANY CREEPIER THAN SEEING FUCKING DARKIPLIER DOING THAT AS HE WALKS TOWARD YOU IN A DARK HALLWAY LIKE

WHAT THE FUCK

Important Question That Needs Answering:

Can the Markiplier Egos do The Foot Thing™

alternatively: Dark, rocking up in an open button up that’s half tucked into rumpled suit pants and sitting on top of a very stained undershirt.

Wil: You look like death!

Dark: *looks into the camera like he’s on The Office*

As much as I like the idea of dark wanting to be constantly neat and fancy, I also adore the idea that after the shit he’s been through he just can’t give a fuck and wears and does whatever the hell he wants.

This is a good thread!!!

MARVIN?!

YEAH SO THIS IS IN THE PANIC ROOM IN THE JSE DISCORD HELP

The Characterization of Damien

So a lot of people seem to be interpreting DAMIEN as a redemption of sorts for Dark. I don’t agree with this. I think this addition to the story is a way of making Darkiplier more of what he already was: a sympathetic villain.

Dark’s motivation comes from a just source: he wants to avenge the people he lost and take down this evil, manipulative bastard that is roaming around in his body, who stole everything from him. Unfortunately, he doesn’t use just means to go after him. Dark is more than willing to brun everything in his path to the ground as long as Mark dies; he’ll fight fire with fire, manipulating, torturing, and destroying absolutely everything and everyone to get to Mark, with no regard for the consequences. Somewhere along the way, that just motivation became a blind rage, and he stepped into the role that Mark put in front of him, the role of the villain, with too much zeal and enthusiasm. He fully embraced the darkness around him because he saw nothing but the power it would give him, and not the corruption that would overtake him. 

In this way, he shares a fatal flaw with his twin: he has a completely one-track mind. This isn’t even totally surprising; wasn’t his one ambition to make the city he presided over greater than any other? Wasn’t his one goal at the party to make sure that justice was served and the past was put behind us? Damien is very good at strategy in that he can get what he wants with ruthless efficiency, but he cannot see the consequences of his actions, and that, ultimately, is where Dark’s vilainy comes from. Dark would be a good guy if his actions didn’t cause destruction wherever he went, in a dark shadow of Actor Mark’s actions.

Part of me wants to rewatch t cause I was on cold and flu medication when I first watched it so it’s all a bit foggy but part of me is to worried about how sad it’ll be (It started snowing again! I got caught in it walking home and it looks like I dyed white streaks in my hair)

(aaahhh!!! I wish it would snow here, that sounds awesome!!!)

Dude it’s sad as hell but amazing. Honestly, and you’ve gotta watch the jims videos with it as well, makes it 10x better.

Asleep (Sam from SPN Imagine)

Pairing: Reader/Sam

Rating: G

Your favorite moments, you decided, were when you and Sam were alone in the library, researching some case or just reading for fun. You'd sit on opposite sides of the table, noses in books and coffee mugs in arm's reach at all times, for hours and hours on end, occasionally muttering a few sentances to each other, perhaps a joke that would set off silent giggles for a long time afterward, perhaps asking if the other was done with their joe yet, did they want another cup? Most of the afternoons, and often late nights, would pass in near complete silence.

Occasionally, you'd fall asleep in your chair, and you'd wake up hours later to find that someone had dropped you off in your bed, going so far as to tuck you in. You'd smile to yourself and at Sam the next time you saw him, but neither of you ever brought it up.

There was one time that the situation reversed, and you came back into the library from a bathroom break to find a shaggy haired Sam asleep on a pile of books, snoring softly and looking generally like a giant puppy. That thought had you struggling to stay quiet as you giggled.

Given that it would've been completely impossible for you to pick him up without serious injury to one or both of you, you settled for simply finding the softest pillow and cuddliest blanket you could and wrapping him in them. The fact that he didn't do more than grunt quietly and pull the blanket closer proved to you that he needed the sleep, and, seeing that he was out so deeply, you got a little brave and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple and whispering, "'Night, Sammy."

Sam woke up a few hours later, and smiled when he saw you, going slightly pink. Neither of you said anything about it.

A few days later, you got brave again. You left a note on Sam's side of the table with his name on it that read simply, "You're a cute sleeper."

A few days after that, you got one back that said, "You are too."

Neither of you talked about it, but now you sat on the same side of the table. And Sam became your favorite pillow.

please tell me what stupidly specific assumptions you have about me based on my fic/theories.

I love seeing people’s picrew art styles because you can just look at them and be like

“You read homestuck and it was a big part of your life for a few years, you’re not into steven universe but you did watch it, and you had an intense black butler phase in middle school and doodled their eyes over and over again in your spiral notebooks”