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Vincent Price and Uncle Deadly sing "You've Got A Friend" - The Muppet Show (1977)
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shirtlesssammy · 1 year
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The Winchesters 1x11 // You’ve Got a Friend
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beaudeanw · 1 year
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Deacon asking Dean to punch him before escaping // Betty asking Carlos to punch her before escaping
Supernatural // The Winchesters parallels (2x19/1x11)
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snowangelsoul · 1 year
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Watch "Shania Twain, Gloria Estefan, Celine Dion, Carole King You've Got A Friend" on YouTube
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This goes out to some good friends of mine in Tumblr Valley that are going through some rough times. You may be feeling like you're hanging on by a thread, white knuckling each hour, there's really only one thing you need to do: breathe. That's it. Just breathe.
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Lata: It's just I've been lying to them for so long.
Carlos: If you need time to tell them your story take it, because it's your story to tell. But I can almost assure you, they won't love you any less. Same as me.
This whole show is Dean needing a little extra time to tell us his story.
I can't wait to hear more of his story, and finally his truth, when he's ready to tell us.
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myimaginaryradio · 17 days
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You've Got A Friend - James Taylor - 1971
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samanddeanwerehere · 11 months
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The Winchesters 1x11 You’ve Got A Friend
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1x11 You’ve Got A Friend Locations Map
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la-zu-li · 7 months
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notes-of-scorpio · 1 year
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with love
I saw my Grandma for the last time on Sunday morning. The 26th of March to be precise. 
She is 93 year old. I am yet to hear once she has passed, but it will be soon. Probably in the next couple of days or so. 
I said my goodbyes to her in the rest home. She looked cozy underneath all those layers of wool. Blankets I recognised easily from my childhood, come out of storage to provide warmth again to her dying form. 
I hope she is comfortable. The doctors assured us that the drugs they are administering into her will allow her to pass as if she is falling asleep. I hope she is warm. I hope she feels better. I hope she falls into rest peacefully.
A few tears escaped by accident. I thought I was ready. I was. But I must have had some extra things to process before she was gone for good. 
Crazy how with just a little touch and a circumstance can cause such old memorise to resurface at lightning speed. It was time for us to go; my sisters, my mum and dad, me. I caressed her thin grey strands and her forehead with the back of my hand. I rubbed and soothed her tired arms, ever so delicately. I didn’t hold her hand even when Dad told me to. She looked too comfortable and her hands were curled together under the blankets. I made a note not to disturb them. 
Suddenly I was transported back to the house up the hill in Redwood Avenue. Grandma and I always had a special bond. We liked the same things. The colour blue, our favourite, although trivial and meaningless. It meant a lot to me. We both had a thing for sweets, but lemon curd was our weakness, and lucky for us Grandma always had a full little jar of it in the fridge whenever we came to visit! We’d eat it by the spoon straight out of the container. She had the best (authentic) recipes for shortbread, and unsurprisingly, lemon cake. Grandma was a keen cook too and never failed to produce a good and proper roast. I remember the smell of their old house where we would spend Christmas as a family. They had a brilliant large old fashioned Grandfather clock which took pride of place in the living room. It’s been there since my sisters and I were tiny tots. Most likely before we could crawl. We spent hours in that house playing Ludo and Old Maid. Grandma always hated Old Maid because she would lose the most out of us all. But even when she lost, she’d bubble with laughter, and it was so epically contagious that we’d all double over in fits of giggles. Me and my sisters LOVE to laugh. I think we got that from our lovely Grandma who was never afraid to laugh at herself every once in a while. 
I felt calm in the rest home. The tears were falling but I was content. I knew she lived a full life and all the way Grandad was with her too. He’s doing very well currently, but I understand he must be struggling right now. We are all effectively playing the waiting game at this point. But just like Grandma, Grandad is strong and still smiling with our company. 
We left Grandma’s room and took Grandad with us for coffee at the rest home cafe. He is doing the best he can and so are the rest of us. We are well, and thankfully, we all know what to expect and I suppose that is all we can ask for when things like this arise. The saying ‘all good things must come to an end’ has been attached to my thoughts since. I’m taking it as a positive, for you can’t fully appreciate something until it is well and truly gone. 
We said we would be back to see Grandad again soon and made our way back to the car. All of us sat there for a bit listening to the radio. The song ‘You’ve Got A Friend’ by Carole King was playing. Mum started singing along. So did I. 
Keep your head together
And call my name out loud,
Soon, you’ll hear me knocking at your door
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I’ll come running, running
To see you again
I wanted to write this because I have been preparing for her passing for a while now. Her name is Doreen, and she has had a long, beautiful and fulfilling life. I am grateful I got to spend so much time with her and cherish every single memory we have together. 
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pleiades974 · 1 year
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Regardez "Carole King & James Taylor "You've Got A Friend"" sur YouTube
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OMG we are all getting old, but some of us keep their talent intact :-)
I ♡♡♡ that song so much :-)
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aspiringbelle · 1 year
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For those who are tired of traditional Halloween music, here is Vincent Price and the Muppets, doing a spooky abridged cover of "You've Got a Friend".
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shirtlesssammy · 1 year
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The Winchesters 1x11 // You’ve Got a Friend
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mp100ficrec · 1 year
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You’ve Got a Friend by generally
Fic can be read HERE.
Canon Compliant, Slice of Life. Completed. Rated: G. Word Count: 1042
Pairings: Kageyama ‘Mob’ Shigeo & Serizawa Katsuya
Trigger Warnings: None
“During Serizawa’s first week at the office, when Reigen-san sends his two mentees to stake out the local dog park, he finds himself sitting on a bench side by side with Shigeo-kun in complete and utter silence. Serizawa has a hunch that Reigen-san has never maintained a silence for this long in his whole life.”
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orpheustiel · 1 year
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i'm rewatching 01x11 you've got a friend and lol this lata storyline is so..... there's nothing there? it's almost funny. her WORST MEMORY the thing that's making the bracelete KILL her and carlos is that...she feels compassion? empathy? that her parents sucked? the way lata's acting like this is the worst thing ever doesn't really match the story.
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Carlos: I guess the truth really does set you free.
So much truthing going on in this episode.
Dean has to find his truth, accept his truth, in order to be set free.
Cas found his truth, accepted his truth, that's why he's already free.
it was supposed to be Truth, not Despair.
But in that moment, Cas' Truth was Dean's Despair.
He lost the most important person in the world to him.
The person he chose. The person that chose him.
We - and Cas - need to see Dean's truth and he needs to say it.
That's how we all get to the ending we need and deserve.
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