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the prophecy - taylor swift

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was it casual when we wrote hundreds of love letters to each other, detailing our passion for each other in poetic prose, before ending each email with a passage from forbidden queer lovers in history?

was it casual when we would spontaneously fly thousands of miles across the world, in the hopes of finding each other in a bar or hotel room, just so we could finally hold each other in our arms without the eager eyes of the press?

was it casual when we would spend every possible hour in the day calling or texting one another about every minute detail, only to grow gloomy in our everyday lives until we could kiss one another through the phone once more?

were we ever ‘casual’, my love?

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My sillies ☹️

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golden hour: a taylor swift era concept

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Not to be horny on main (Jk who cares) but Sam being obsessed with Andy’s earrings and sucking on his ear and Andy just melts

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Andy smoking pot with Sam and everything’s going completely normally until Andy suddenly takes a hit, holds his breath, then grabs Sam and blows the smoke into his mouth. Sam’ll never admit this but he really liked it.

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I can’t look at the stars (they make me wonder where you are)

samandy - pre-canon rewrite & post season two - otherwise mostly canon compliant

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When Sam Winchester ran off to Flagstaff, Arizona at fourteen, he didn’t tell Dean, didn’t tell his dad. He just disappeared, leaving behind the rigid life of hunting, the constant pressure of being John Winchester’s son, and the suffocating feeling of never really having control over his own future. For the first time, Sam felt free.

And he wasn’t alone, despite what he would later tell Dean.

In Flagstaff, he met Andy Gallagher for the first time. A fellow runaway, Andy had been drifting from place to place to avoid any more foster homes, and trying to figure out where he fit in a world that he felt had already rejected him.

Even then, he had this easy, carefree nature about him, a kind of lightness that Sam had never known. Andy wasn’t like Sam—he wasn’t burdened by responsibility, and he wasn’t running from monsters or a predestined life. He was just… living. Maybe that’s what drew Sam in.

They met by accident, both sneaking into the same abandoned house on the outskirts of town. It was supposed to be temporary for both of them, but neither one left. Sam didn’t ask too many questions about Andy’s past, and Andy never pressed Sam about his.

They lived day to day, surviving on convenience store food and the money Andy would somehow always manage to come up with, though Sam never pushed him to explain how— Andy always looked a little tense when Sam brought up anything to do with how he got all the food, supplies or money that he did, and it wasn’t worth scaring him off to sate his curiosity.

And then there was Bones, Andy’s dog, who seemed to take to Sam immediately, as if recognizing a kindred soul. He curled up next to Sam to sleep more often than not.

For a little while, Sam could almost pretend the rest of his life didn’t exist. He was just Sam, a kid in Flagstaff, living in an abandoned house with a scruffy dog and a boy who made him feel like the world didn’t have to be so heavy.

It wasn’t long before Sam realized his feelings for Andy were more than just what you were supposed to feel for a friend.

There was something deeper, something he couldn’t quite put into words at the time. He found himself watching Andy when he wasn’t looking, laughing at his jokes just a little too hard, and feeling that unfamiliar flutter in his chest when Andy smiled at him. It scared him—how easy it was to care about someone, how vulnerable that made him feel.

Andy seemed to sense it, though, without Sam ever having to say a word. One night, when they were sitting on the roof of the house, watching the stars, Andy nudged Sam’s shoulder and quietly asked, “What are you so afraid of, Sam?”

Sam didn’t know how to answer. He was afraid of everything—of losing this moment, losing Andy, of what his dad and Dean would think of him loving a boy, of the life he feared he couldn’t really escape forever. But Andy didn’t push. He just sat there, quiet and understanding, and somehow that was enough. They stayed like that for a long time, until Sam finally whispered, “I’m not afraid when I’m here with you.”

They had shared a kiss so tentative and sweet under the stars that night, it had left Sam feeling like he was floating for an entire week.

And for a while, Sam really wasn’t scared. After that night, he let himself fall for Andy in the way he’d always been too scared to before—softly, quietly, in stolen glances and lingering touches. It wasn’t some grand romance, they were just kids. But it was real, and for Sam, it was enough. He clung to it for as long as he could.

Eventually, the guilt of running away ate a hole through him, and Sam had to leave. He knew Dean was out there, probably looking for him with their dad, and the longer he stayed here, the harder it would be to go back when they inevitably found him. When he left Flagstaff, he didn’t say goodbye to Andy. He couldn’t. It hurt too much. Instead, he slipped away in the early morning, leaving behind the only place he’d ever felt like he belonged and a kiss to a sleep warmed cheek.

He couldn’t escape every goodbye, though. Bones had whimpered as he watched him go with big, sad eyes that had only served to twist the knife, like he knew Sam wasn’t coming back.

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Years later, when Sam crossed paths with Andy again during his search for the special children, it was like being hit by a wave of everything he’d tried to forget.

Andy didn’t remember him, or if he did, he didn’t show it. But Sam remembered. He remembered those nights under the stars, the laughter, the feeling of being free. And when Andy died, another victim of the cruel game the world had thrust upon them, Sam felt a part of himself break all over again.

He’d never told Dean about Andy.

How he wasn’t alone in Flagstaff, about the boy who made him feel like he could be more than a hunter, who had challenged his fear. And he never would.

That part of Sam’s life belonged to Andy alone, and the sweet memories they shared in that house would be buried with him.

He hoped that wherever Andy ended up, it was in a place with a canopy of stars overhead, and no more fear.

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really feeling this lyric today for some reason

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supernatural characters as my out of context discord messages pt. 1

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Edward watching Bella while she sleeps: ew. creepy. gtf away from her. nasty ass stalker behavior

Castiel watching Dean while he sleeps: gorgeous. devoted. top tier lover behavior. let him rest and protect him while he sleeps. guard dog who would kill for his beloved

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the thing about criticism of taylor swift is that if someone says they don't like her you're either going to hear a quite nuanced discussion rooted in intersectionality and anti-capitalist sentiment that, even if you don't agree with everything that was said, comes from a place of wanting the world to be better and a bone-deep frustration that can only come with having grown up with several 'once in a lifetime' events.

or just. the most misogynistic incel bullshit you've ever heard.

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thinking that they’ve won;

it’s only just begun.

Dean Winchester // Bury Me Face Down by Grandson

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These are some things I've had to learn all throughout 2024 and even long before, and I want to share in case someone else needs this message, too.

🌙 Be honest about who you are. Don't try to pretend to feel a certain way about something or mold yourself into someone else so other people will like you. There are people who will match your energy, you just have to be willing to let go of that insecurity.

🌙 Be forgiving of yourself. You're living for the first time. You're going to make mistakes. You're going to be rude. You're gonna have a shitty take. You're going to piss people off. You're going to be the problem sometimes. And that's okay. Being human means making mistakes. It doesn't make you uniquely horrible. Learn from those mistakes, and continue on. I promise no one is going to smite you dead.

🌙 Sometimes, you're not going to understand why someone feels the way they do about something. Whether that's their identity, their interests, their favorite breakfast food, anything. Just let it go. You don't know them or their life. You only know yours. At the end of the day, we're all carving our own path. Let people shape their life how they want to, and if you don't vibe with it, simply move on. It doesn't make them horrible. It doesn't make you horrible.

🌙 It's okay to make mistakes.

🌙 As scary as the world can be, remember there is always good, too. Don't let yourself spiral into oblivion over things out of your control. It will be okay. I promise.

🌙 If you're in a relationship, and you feel in your heart that it's hurting you, you have to leave. I know you may love them, I know you may think you see the good in them, and that good outweighs the bad. But that doesn't make the bad disappear. You deserve happiness. Don't waste years on a person not willing to give the same that you put into the relationship. There isn't gold at the end of that rainbow. I promise.

🌙 It's okay to make mistakes.

🌙 You're allowed to have bad days. You're allowed to be selfish. You're allowed to put yourself and your health first.

🌙 Don't doomscroll. I mean it. It's hurting you.

🌙 Learn to be okay with being offline. I don't mean never touching technology again. I mean don't let the internet and all of the shitty people on it be the center of your life. It's okay to go take a nap or watch a TV show you like for a few hours instead of arguing in the TikTok comments with someone who's opinions will definitely not change by the end of that argument. Do whatever you're able to exist on your own terms without the mass outside influence that is social media. If you find your mental health plummeting over these things, as much as it might suck, you might need to turn your screen off for a bit.

🌙 And if you feel confined to your phone or computer, due to being disabled in some capacity or possibly being in an unhappy home with little to do to entertain yourself otherwise, find things that make you happier on it. Play a fun mobile game. Talk to friends. Make Picrews. Doodle in your notes app.

🌙 It's okay to make mistakes.

🌙 Your identity and the labels you use are your own. Don't let random Twitter knights tell you what you can and can't feel. You don't have to tell anyone, but don't suppress yourself even in your safest places out of fear of rejection from your community.

🌙 Who cares if the fandom is dead. Write that fic. Make that post. If you send it to me, I'll read it. Might even convert me.

🌙 There is no such thing as 'cringe'. See point one.

🌙 You're not 'wasting time'. You don't need to rush to hit all the perceived checkpoints of existence in the same timeline as everyone else. Everyone's life and needs are different, including yours. You don't need to do any specific thing to have a good life. You're doing fine. I love you.

🌙 It's not solely on you to fix the world. It's okay to take a breather from all the chaos happening right now. Your mental health is the most important thing.

🌙 IT'S OKAY TO MAKE MISTAKES.

🌙 You're doing great. Whatever you're going through, know that if no one else does, I love you. I acknowledge all that you've done and I love you. If nothing else, I love you, and I'm happy you're here.

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Percy Jackson and the Olympians Headcanons!

⚠️These are all based on the books! Along with some of my creative choices.⚠️

This is what happens when you go insane and start spam drawing Headcanons for these guys in a week. Also yes! I tried writing their names like how the characters would! (Except Percy because yk he has a canon signature) I learned cursive for this that’s how dedicated I was 💀💀💀

Kronos’ Army next! (Read the ALT text for my creative process!)

I think I really improved a TON since the last time I drew them! Thanks again for all the support! Stay tuned for the rest of them! 🐟💙🐟

Also feel free to comment any background campers you want to see have a ref like these! I want to draw out as many campers for a big Camper post! 🐟💙

Thank you! 🐟💙🐟

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her angel eyes saw the good in many devils

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The Gladers: An Interview (Pt. 3)