#this man is a battle-worn gun-toting master sergeant in the Marines #Despite never being a hunter he’s the type of bad ass who can pick up his gun and shoot his neighbor and keep going #there’s a reason why he is the only civilian to be out and about during the outbreak who managed to not get infected #he’s a bad ass #and here is this kid with pouty lips and pretty features and sarcasm up to his ears #who suddenly turns to him with such earnest ferocity and cold seriousness that he backs down #because he can see the battlefield in Dean’s eyes in this moment #and he knows what its like to have that brother-in-arms #and there is no doubt in his mind that he will get shot if he takes another step towards this kid-no. man’s brother
My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women.
Dean Winchester - Knight of Hell
prompt: “You stand red-handed. You want to wash yourself in earth, in rocks and grass What are you supposed to do with all this loss?” Margaret Atwood, poem excerpt from ”Down”
a sophisticated line of poetry i made up in alternating bold and italic… extra words for symmetry, pretentious latin done by google translate
(“ladies in suits make me sO heart eyes emoji” —kat, homer’s skypiad 2014) (“im callin u meredith now bc it sounds more like an old wife name” —something i actually said once)
saw this while driving today. you’re welcome supernatural fans.
haha its on a crossroads im emotionally dead inside
it’s not even straight