When She Says She Doesn’t Send Nudes

Juicy and Eddie as Johnny and Gyro form Steel Ball Run.

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When I started watching Spn, I didn't realise it was a horror show. I got nightmares. Those nightmares went away pretty quickly as I began to love the characters. When John died, I cried because even though he didn't treat the boys that well, he was better than my own dad. When Sam died(the first time) , I cried even though it was always meant to happen. When Dean died (the first time), I cried because he did it for Sam. When Ash died, I cried because he caught my heart from the first scene he was in. When Jo and Ellen died, I cried because they did it together. When Castiel died (for the first time), I cried because he had been driven insane. When Bobby died, I cried because he was the closest thing the boys had and then he was gone. When Lucifer died, I cried because even though he was the Devil, he could still have been saved. When Gabriel died, I cried because he was an innocent killed by Lucifer. When Adam was thrown in the pit, I cried because he was so young and helpless. When Benny died, I cried because he was one of the first good people we'd seen without an ulterior motive.

The point I'm trying to make, is that Supernatural became more of a family than I have ever had, everything is all about family. It's not just about religion, or monsters, or saving people and hunting things, but about being together and staying near each other through out everything. Sam and Dean, Castiel and Crowley, Ash, Jo, Ellen, Bobby, Benny, Adam, Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, John, and Mary, they all taught me that love and family is all you need sometimes. You are allowed to be scared of monsters, and thunderstorms, but family, whether by blood or not, will always have your back if you need them to.

It has apparently been ten years since the time one of my professors pulled me aside to tell me I had to clean up after making out before going to class because my lipstick was everywhere and I realized "actually my tapdancing group decided we all had to dress like the Joker for our performance" was an infinitely worse explanation so I just said I was sorry

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It's the same smile like 12 years apart I'm sobbing

anyway can i kill myself now

Fuck it

10 notes and I drink water everyday

20 notes and I eat 3 meals a day even if it means being late for school in the morning

50 notes and I take on of those gender test things to see if I’m non-binary

100 notes and I try and get at least 6 hours of sleep a night

200 notes and I start writing the fic again

500 notes and I’ll eat less unhealthy food

2000 notes and I’ll ask go on a walk every day

5000 notes and I’ll read homestuck

10,000 notes and I’ll start learning how to draw

15,000 notes and I’ll ask my mum if I can go to therapy (please no)

20,000 and I’ll ask my crush out (please no again)

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Older Wincest where they’re both in their 50s and are living on land somewhere in the Midwest (not Kansas, never Kansas). The closest town is a 20 minute drive and the closest Walmart is 40. They have a pond where they fish and a small garden where Sam grows too many goddamn squash and zucchini’s every year and they pawn them off to the neighbors. They’ve got chickens who lay too many goddamn eggs that they sell in a stall in the local farmers market (it’s a 20 minute drive further into the sticks). Everyone assumes they’re married and they never dispute the claims. They sit on their wrap-around porch each morning and drink coffee, and they’re only wearing boxers cause there isn’t a single soul that’s driving down their road at 8:37 in the morning. They live, and they love, and it’s easy.