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remember when jared said sam’s happiest moment was when dean picked him up from stanford and they were together again…hahahaha yeah that’s fine i’m normal about this haha

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Started watching today 4x4 Metamorphosis and. Dean. The violence. Dean when he finds out that Sam's been keeping secrets. He tells Sammy everything that is happening to him (kind of) while Sammy's hiding everything and Dean feels so hurt. But he's also so violent. And the way Sam's submitting. I'm crying. They're so broken I can't.

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can’t believe there’s still people who get angry at the fact that wincest shippers exist when the show’s creator openly said he puts homoerotic subtext between brothers

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forehead kiss for @trials-era-sam (season 8ish bc of username)

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my headcanon for Dean is that he's an aroallo heterosexual man but his brother can be an exception for the heteroness and MAYBE the aroness

also yeah Sam is openly mspec but doesn't care about labels or really talk about it

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—Why is his pain so slutty?

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thought about how this applies to *slaps my mouth* sam and dean esp later seasons and actually nooo. sam may hate himself for a lot of things but never for forgiving dean. dean who's like a religion to him. they're such integral parts of each other that it's a universal law that no matter the unspeakable thing dean does sam'll take it and he'll crumble and lose a piece of himself (again) and maybe won't be able to look at his brother but there'll be no question as to his forgiveness because how can you, as a man, show mercy on god?

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Currently obsessed with innocent Sammy and Dean scared to ruin him. While actually Sam's just waiting to be ruined.

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

Will putting Hannibal's hand on his waist

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I swear the more I look at him, the more Sam looks like a baby boy lamb with his big puppy eyes who feels lost because his big brother is not close enough

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Change (In the House of Flies) - Deftones

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a saw death hasn’t pissed me off this much since adam’s…

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saw this shirt and thought it was very amanda young coded

(i’ve decided to use my art twitter more, so you can support me there if you’d like! same @ as here)

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

1x01 || 3x02 || 3x07

#when you literally try to invent time travel to fix your past mistakes and bring your family back together

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"I once had a very stupid fight with my wife." Will says as he watches Hannibal pouring the Sauvignon blanc in their glasses.

"Not that stupid if you felt the need to bring it up now." Hannibal said as he lifted his gaze from his glass to Will. Even though they've been together for a few months now, he still felt something inside himself getting triggered every time he would bring her up.

As if she would materialize in front of them and take Will away from him. Again. He was not sure if he preferred it when Will called her "Molly" instead of "my wife". Both felt like the screech of chalk on a blackboard.

The term "wife" however, made it feel less personal since it only highlighted a title given by a piece of paper. Mundane. Profane. The piece of paper was not enough for Will to stay with her. The problem with that construction was therefore not "wife", it was the possessive pronoun "my".

Well, technically she was Will's wife until their marriage would get terminated. But Hannibal didn't want Will to use "my" for anyone. And this has been something which has started from before going to prison and before fleeing to Florence.

Quite territorial of him to gain his man back and still act that way even when they had literally jumped off a cliff together. No piece of paper could beat that.

"It's the wine that reminded me." Will explained.

Hannibal arched an eyebrow. What did Will mean by that? He hadn't even had a chance to drink yet, how could the wine bring back such memories already?

"You know, me and Molly hardly ever fought."

Hannibal blinked a few times and tried to keep a neutral expression on his face. There it was, the name as well.

"I don't think, in fact, that this was a fight either. Now that I think about it, my confrontational style is not what a wife is looking for."

Hannibal looked at him with interest, not missing the way he said "a wife". So general. So unimportant. A wife like any other wife, nothing unique.

"Your confrontational style is indeed too passive for a wife." He agreed. "Passive and acidic."

From threatening him with a gun, to almost stabbing him, to starting his therapy again, to "dropping the mic", Hannibal was sure that Molly hasn't even experienced a small percentage of what Will could be capable of.

Will hummed as he picked up his glass and stared at his reflection in the clear white wine.

"So what happened?" Hannibal asked, now interested.

"She paired the fish I caught that day with the wrong wine."

Hannibal parted his lips slightly and didn't take his gaze away from Will, searching him from head to toes. "Was that a problem? To you?"

"No, but it would have been a real problem to you."

Hannibal felt the need to bring his own glass to his lips.

"You wouldn't have made such a mistake. And you wouldn't have brushed it off. You know, Molly - she's a g&t type of person. So it wasn't that big of a deal to her. And I laughed it off."

"But it wasn't that easy."

"It wasn't that easy and she noticed that it was deeper than that. It was not that I was trying to play the alpha male, trying to teach her how to drink wine. She was smart, she knew that was not my intention." Will said.

"So what followed?"

"The reason why we functioned for those few years was exactly because she knew not to get too close. We were both aware she wouldn't like it if she did. Which kind of sounds pathetic since marriage involves all that "for better and worse" thing."

"An overused statement which people are nowadays taking for granted." Hannibal added. "Your marriage did not entail the "for worse" part, did it?"

"Out of mutual convenience. Since "my worst" was something both of us wanted to stay away from. We had all the good parts. So instead of trying to figure out why I was so bothered by her poor choice of wine, she told me to go buy the right type of wine if I disagree with the rosé. And we both laughed."

"And did you?" Hannibal asked, a bit amused, a bit bitter.

Will looked around the room and then looked at him only. "Here I am, I did exactly what she said. Went for the wine that could be properly paired with myself."

Hannibal knew that at that point every effort to keep a neutral face would be futile. He was beaming right there, under Will's gaze.