February 2012
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I just had my fifth bowel movement of 2012 and now everything hurts so much that I want to bash my head in with my tea kettle.
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Not feeling fantastic right now, guys. I’ll be back later ♥
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Anonymous asked: Ugh!!!! Really Sashi, I start the day with Stanford feelings and end it with Dean's death. Why are you making me suffer, are you trying to kill me ?!!?!! :C
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This is the last part. JHGFHDJSKLSJFDSA. Oh, man,...
A glass of water. He needed it, and, maybe, a pill to sleep. His mind was traveling, and it wouldn’t stop, it wouldn’t quit, it wouldn’t give him a break. If Sam closed his eyes, memories of school times would hit him – one or two weeks were, apparently, enough to label you as a freak. A freak, he thought. Would Jess call him that, if he told all the truth? What happened to his...
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Because I love you, I wrote you a present
thebrotherswinchester:
Fallen soldiers of war have folded flags honorably set on top of their coffins before being lowered in to the earth. Famous musicians who met untimely ends get Time Magazine cover stories. Respected and adored grandfathers have beautiful flower arrangements at their wake.
But there was no one left to mourn Dean Winchester but his brother. The country saw him as a serial...
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Here, have some feelings.
Sometimes Sam sobs into motel room pillows. It’s usually when he hasn’t seen Ruby for awhile, when the taste of her blood on his tongue is all he can think about, the need for it crawling under his skin. He never cries, because he knows if he lets a single tear out, he won’t be able to stop. He feels like the worst kind of failure, the kind of failure that has failed because he...
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I really enjoyed writing these, but I must sleep,...
One night after the incident, Sam’s nightmares about Jess dying began. The fire, the blood. All clear in his head, as if it was real, as if it was a memory. Sometimes, it was his mother, and then Jess. Some sort of flashback. He knew that something was wrong, but he didn’t want to think about it. Once again, he found himself staring at his cell phone, mixing through his contacts, stopping in...
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Anonymous asked: I cut myself a lot and am seriously contemplating suicide tonight. I'm sick of life and feeling worthless and disgusting. No one loves me. I feel like I have nothing worth living for anymore.
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Stanford feels comin ur way heheheh also i'm bored...
Jess knows she’s not supposed to ask about Sam’s family. She knows that, when Sam leaves the apartment, she’s not supposed to go through Sam’s things. But she does, and she finds a picture of two little boys sitting on the hood of a big black car, and the older boy has his arm thrown around the younger boy’s neck. The sky is bright and the twin smiles plastered across...
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“Tell me about your family, Sam.” Jess said. Sam only closed his eyes. He didn’t want to talk about that. Or better, about how it was. Not his father, nor Dea… he wouldn’t even allow himself to think about it. It was the same as sticking his finger in a bloody scar. Painful and unpleasant. “ They’re not important, Jess. We are.” He answered, and kissed her lips, trying to make the girl forget...
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thebrotherswinchester:
yourdarlinglittlesammy replied to your post: are we still doing the ‘how supernatural changed my life’ thing?
OH GOD THE PRESSURE
NOOOOO THERE IS ZERO DEADLINE ON THIS YOU MAKE YOURS WHENEVER YOU FEEL UP TO IT AFTER YOUR OPERATION OMG
also random anecdote time so after I made a post about how I’m not wearing pants right now this anon goes, “You can’t just say you’re...
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When the episode “Ghostfacers” makes you cry, it’s time to fucking STEP BACK.
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Anonymous asked: Sashi, I hate to add more clutter too, but would you or your followers happen to know by any chance WHY the people in The Last Outpost vanished? I just finished the fic and it's killing me. I need to know! Just publish this ask, I'm begging you, SOMEONE has to know!!
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Anonymous asked: Just had a graphic Wincest thought [& I'm a die-hard Destiel fan] so I blame you: Dean's all up on Sam with a hand down his jeans in the front seat of the Impala; and he's biting Sam's bottom lip while giving him a rather impressive hand job. It's all hot n' heavy and Sam starts getting all whimpery, so Dean pauses his ministrations and kind of half growls out...
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Anonymous asked: pDp I hate to add to the clutter in your already crowded ask, but I have something of a problem. I was apparently born without a lower esophageal sphincter (LES), and it's granted me a raging case of acid reflux, nausea, and frequent hiccups. It can be (somewhat) easily fixed by a surgery, and my family is well-off enough to pay for it. The problem is, I'm /way/ more scared of surgery...
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plaidalecki:
“Sam? You know we made a hell of a team back there.”
“Yeah.”
#YEAH #YEAH DEAN YEAH WE DID I HAVEN’T FELT THIS ALIVE IN YEARS #I LOVE JESS BUT I DON’T EVEN THINK WHAT I FEEL FOR YOU CAN BE CALLED LOVE IT’S SO OVERWHELMING AND PAINFUL AND ALL-CONSUMING #I MISSED THE IMPALA AND MY PASSENGER SEAT #I MISSED THE STUPID MUSIC #I MISSED THE SMELL OF SALT AND GUNPOWDER AND...
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heathyr:
I hate those blogs that remove the blockquote and credit when they reblog something from you, so when people reblog it from them it looks like it’s their commentary.
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Anonymous asked: Psh Sashi always answers my asks. You guiz are just lame. (kidding <3 lightening the mood. you do the best you can it's fine baby gurl.)