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the point of no return

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haunt me, take any form

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Hip against the table, that gets his attention. “Hey.”

Sam looks up from his notes. “Hey?” Quizzical, with his eyes slipping away for a split second to check the clock on the far wall. “I thought you’d come get me at six.”

Dean shrugs one shoulder. “Guy can’t change his mind? It’s a free country.”

That gets him one of those puppy frowns, some frankenemotion of amusement and annoyance, with some suspicion thrown in the mix. “Well, I’m not done.”

Dean is already pulling back a chair, legs scraping over dark grey carpet floors. “That’s cool, I’ll wait.” He sits, chair groaning as Sam shrugs and returns his attention to the book in front of him. Not even a ‘sure, whatever’.

But that’s fine, that’s cool. Dean can wait.

He looks at the wall, watches the clock tick away silently at the next minute. He looks at the carpet floors, wonders how many stains have soaked into the carpet and if any would show up under black light. He looks at the books, tries to guess their topic without moving in closer. He looks at Sam.

The seams of his shirt are pulled tight, crinkling a little. It’s Dean’s, used to be, some vague shade of dark blue that always looked better on Sam. Rolled up, too, the ass, and stretched over his biceps. His forearms are tan and strong, he’s fidgeting with his pen as he reads. The rhythmic click-clack of his pen should be annoying, but it just draws the eye to his long fingers. When Dean flicks his gaze up, it sticks to the shadows under Sam’s collar, the dip between his collar bones. Shoulders, the golden shimmer on his chin where the neon light catches in his afternoon stubble. His Cupid’s bow. The mole on his cheek.

“Hey.”

Hum, no real answer. Sam flips a page, circles something in his tattered spiral notebook.

“Hey.” Dean kicks his chair.

“What?” Annoyed, this time. Sam glances over, long lashes and a furrow between his brows.

But Dean is leaning in already. One hand rests on the table, crinkling paper under his palm. The tip of his nose brushes Sam’s cheek, then he fits their mouths together.

Sam tastes like Sam, like a day at the library, like dusty carpets and the scent of books. Like the aftertaste of coffee, like neon lights and surprise. Dean nips, coaxes. His neck aches, his lower back pulses with pain, but he doesn’t pull back until Sam returns the kiss, until he rests a warm palm on Dean’s cheek and everything tastes like Sam, Sam, Sam. Until the book slips off the table and bounces on the carpet floors. Forgotten.

[i hate your phone, throw it away // I wish it had never even been invented]

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Stackednatural- 249/327

The Thing (13x17) April 5th, 2018

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My uninteresting superpower is the ability to play music by ear! Give me a song to listen to and I’ll have it under my fingers in 24 hours.

waiiiiiiiiit hang on that's not uninteresting at all, that's an actual fuck-off wild superpower! anon bud! Is under the fingers meaning piano or guitar or uhhh piccolo? Either way it doesn't matter, the superpower is REAL. We might have to upgrade you from the truly uninteresting superpower team to the B Team where people have rad stuff like "always seasons food exactly right without needing to check" and "hits every green light" -- you shall be The Melodist. I'm imagining a cape that has like bass and treble clef signs shimmering off of it while you bang out incredible tunes.

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Dazed and Confused (1993)

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my secret superpower is that even though I am constantly plagued by seasonal allergies, I very rarely get Actually sick. I don’t think I’ve had a fever in over fifteen years. I think it’s because I’ve been biting my nails for so long that my immune system is used to disgusting germs (if any doctors are reading this, I’m just kidding and I know that’s not how it works. I only 5% believe it for real)

tbh the fingernail strat is about as good as any I've heard. like you're the opposite of Bubble Boy. get this eve some EXPOSURE

seriously tho I'm p jel of the no-sick thing. you're uncooked, you're unassailed. ol' z over here is getting laid low at least once a year, I feel like. If this were x-men you'd be Mr. Immune and I assume you'd have a rad purple outfit and probably big 80s hair, and we'd all be wildly impressed. I mean we're impressed now but idk about your rad purple outfit.

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8.18  Freaks and Geeks

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tell me something i don't know brother

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cleaned up some old old sketches

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FFVII + some of my favorite shitposts, part 4

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I’ll finish the rest up till next Sunday🌻✨

Have a great weekend :)

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i love you, Two Catfish as Street Musicians in the Kashina district, ca 1855 of an unidentified artist, you go so hard

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Hey, fellas! Who's ready to deal?

SUPERNATURAL 2.19 Folsom Prison Blues

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Jensen Ackles & Batman | JIB14

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