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winteirs:

                        ❝  what is it that you wish for me to say, then?                          you seem to be waiting for the  right  response,  of sorts.                         tell me now,  so i may say it.   nothing i ever seem to say                         appears to satiate your curiosity.  ❞

       ' why don't you just be straight with me? i've been          honest. mostly. i know you aren't... exactly the most mary sue of          this planet. i want to know. for my own sake. and for yours. what          are you, elsa? i know you aren't bad, i can see that. but being bad          and being dangerous are two different things -- '

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winteirs:

                        ❝  perhaps,   then,    it’s time to consider the                       possibility of some world ending catastrophe to happen                      soon. global warming, no?       and what does the arctic                        have to do with your broken thermostat? ❞

       ' trust me: i do. every day. but, last time i checked, ice          age wasn't one on my to-do list. you and that douchebag, al gore,          might need to get together and work as a team. no, that was a lie.          just like the one you're trying to spoonfeed me. '

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winteirs:

                        ❝  … it would be in your                      best interest to get that fixed, then.  ❞

       ' don't play with me, elsa. this place doesn't lose power.          not for anything less than some world ending catastrophe. so, i          should probably ask why it feels like the arctic when you walk           into the room? '

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       ' ... i think the thermostat's busted. '

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griimbert:

                          ”…whiskey? Rough day, or? I may sound like the generic                          college kid for saying I have a preference towards jello                          shots. You and me both then. I’ll even let you be captain.”

       ' Nah. Rough life. But hey, who am I to complain? I'm alive, got a           damn good scotch that's probably older than you. Yeesh, all you          need are those ugly moccasin boots and a Starbucks coffee. No,          you can't be my first mate. That's way too suggestive. '

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Elena in a bikini appreciation post

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neuroticurls:

              ❝—Where am I?❞

       ' -- you're safe. That's all that matters. '

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seriouslyspooky:

“nowhere —- because i’m coming with you.”

       ' you're kidding me, right? i'm needed in freakin' california.          don't you have homework -- ? i'll be fine. alive. i'll even call you. '

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griimbert:

   ”You know I think it hits alcoholic      level after the third beer.”

       ' ... think that's bad? This is my third whiskey.          The boat on being a candidate for sober sponsorship          sailed long ago, sweetheart. '

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walkingxabovexperdition:

      “ ———— sam didn’t send me." that face; there’s something lurking beneath it & he can see it. grotesque is what he’s become and just this once .. . he laments the greater sight that angels possess. he wonders if any part of [ dean ] is still inside of that body. “i came looking for you on my own.” which spoke volumes. he wasn’t going to just turn heel and walk away from this .. . even though he has to subdue instinct.

      he would do whatever was necessary.

       ' can't leave well enough alone, can you? always gotta come to           the rescue. well, look -- i don't need that anymore. contrary to popular belief,          i'm fine this way. no more saving people, hunting things. it's just what i want. '

         the grip on the first blade was tight, feeling that ominous warmth wash over          him as he stared down his former friend, his former guardian angel. he had          wondered what he could do to just any old angel. he'd tousled with demons,          but he hasn't come across any winged dicks. castiel looked game -- dean          was going to enjoy this.

       ' you like what you found? tell me, what do i look like? i know you can see it.          i know you can see that it's not some limpdick demon in me.    i'm a whole          new level of bad-ass. '

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       ' alright, sweetheart -- where am i dropping you off? '

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       ' cas. what can i do for you? 'cause, if it's not too much          trouble, i think i'd like a little alone time. i never get any of it, and          i'm going to enjoy the hell out of it. '

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       ' seriously? sam sent you? do you really want to do this, cas?          we both know how this is going to end. what i told sammy goes for you,          too. just go on and flutter away. '