I’m sobbing because all Sam wants is to be safe and happy and he wants that for his big brother too. And his big brother plays this big, unafraid persona, a persona that belts out Bon Jovi songs as he drives to his death under the guise of skipping the sappy emotional moments. When really his strong, protective, awesome big brother who is brave and selfless and so so good and not afraid of anything, is terrified. He’s scared that everything he touched he ruins and that he is the reason everything seems to turn to shit, and he’s scared that he’s not good enough, and that he’s going to make it worse. He’s terrified, but he asks to sing Dead or Alive instead to take Sammy’s mind off of how scary it is, and he plays along until Sam is into it enough that he doesn’t notice his fear. He’s scared to love and lose and he’s scared because he truly believes that he is inherently bad. But Sammy takes care of him. His brave big brother, who carries the weight of the world, who would carry much more if it meant Sam didn’t have to, he makes sure that when his nerves flare up, he is grounded and can find his breath. He keeps him steady, stable, and calm. He looks out for his brave big brother, who was more of a father, and a better father to him than John ever was, because that’s what they do for each other. They take care of each other.
sam helps Dean with his deep breathing exercises every time he’s anxious. if U even care
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i know i haven't spoken about the annihilation of gaza here at all yet, i've been more actively sharing posts and information on my personal accounts on ig/twt/fb etc. however, i'll say this here right now—if you support isr*el or are staying "neutral", i need you to actually go ahead and block me this instant. this is actual genocide, actual ruthless murder of innocent people and children. if you are not firmly on palestine's side, i do not want you on my blog, or to even breathe the same air as me. kindly remove yourself from my space. thank you!
Things AO3 is according to this hellsite:
- My husband (still at war)
- My wife (lost at sea)
- My beloved (in a coma)
- Gone forever (will be back in a few hours)
She was telling her wife all the wonderful things they had done together and all the grand things they still had left to do.
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hi, you. yeah im talking to you. You like my stuff from time to time and reblog once and a while, and I always recognize you in my notes. we’ve never talked, maybe you dont like to say much or you’re nervous or something. it’s okay, whatever it is.
I see you. you mean a lot to me. sometimes when I’m having a hard day, I’ll notice your name once again in my notifs and it makes me smile. im not kidding.
I don’t care if you’re a “ghost” follower or you send me asks all the time. i see you and I love you so much, genuinely and truly. you are really important to me.
thank you. thank you for being there. <3
bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
There has been a recent (significant) spike in my area of anti-trans activity, and I’m not sure if that is specific to my area or if it is a trend in the world at large, but either way, that is unacceptable and I want to reiterate that bigotry of any kind is not acceptable, tolerated, or welcome on this page.
real homies respect trans people!
Howdy, love! I’m Alex!This is a fanfic blog, I fear. No tolerance of hate of any kind! She/Her // 19 // Bi Asks are open! <3
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