#Sanford and Son Shirt

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Sanford and Son's Salvage Yard Distressed Bleached Flannel Shirt

This item is for a one-of-a-kind bleached "Sanford and Son's Salvage" flannel shirt. A perfect flannel shirt for any Sanford and Son fan! Celebrate the classic comedy of Sanford and Son with this unique distressed flannel shirt. Featuring the iconic Sanford and Son Salvage logo, this shirt is perfect for fans of the timeless sitcom who want to show off their love for Fred, Lamont, and their hilarious junkyard adventures. Made with comfort and style in mind, this flannel is great for casual outings, retro-themed parties, or adding a touch of nostalgia to your wardrobe.

CONDITION: All of our flannel shirts are brand new and washed twice.

No two shirts will ever be exactly alike so please aware and embrace the differences. All shirts are carefully curated, hand-dyed, and re-purposed so that each shirt is going to be different from the next in terms of color and plaid print.

SIZING: These shirts vary, many are unisex and come in men's sizing. They can be worn by both men & women. Ordering your normal t-shirt size is recommended for a regular fit. Going 1 size up works well for a baggy/oversized fit. Women's or Children's Specific sizing will be noted on the photo/variation options selected.

FABRIC: All these shirts are made of cotton or a cotton/poly blend. Measurements and thickness vary slightly by brand.

COLORS: Each flannel is unique, and no two shirts are going to look exactly alike. Colors are sent at random. Because the colors often change throughout the bleaching process, I cannot take specific color requests for these shirts.

Care instructions: Turn item inside out, machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Air dry is recommended.

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

Thank you for visiting Granny & Grandpa's Custom Creations, we truly appreciate your support of small businesses. We also personalize our products, please reach out to us with any personalizing any of our products, additional fee's may apply.

#SanfordAndSon #RetroApparel #TVShowMerch #DistressedFlannel #FredSanford #70sSitcomStyle #NostalgiaWear #ClassicTVFashion #FanFavorites #GrannyAndGrandpasCreations

This item is for a one-of-a-kind bleached "Sanford & Son's Salvage" flannel shirt.

No two shirts will ever be exactly alike so please aware and embrace the differences. All shirts are carefully curated, hand-dyed, and re-purposed so that each shirt is going to be different from the next in terms of color and plaid print.

SIZING: These shirts vary, many are unisex and come in men's sizing. They can be worn by both men & women. Ordering your normal t-shirt size is recommended for a regular fit. Going 1 size up works well for a baggy/oversized fit. Women's or Children's Specific sizing will be noted on the photo/variation options selected.

FABRIC: All these shirts are made of cotton or a cotton/poly blend. Measurements and thickness vary slightly by brand.

COLORS: Each flannel is unique, and no two shirts are going to look exactly alike. Colors are sent at random. Because the colors often change throughout the bleaching process, I cannot take specific color requests for these shirts.

Care instructions: Turn item inside out, machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Air dry is recommended.

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

Current Turnaround Time due to upcoming Holidays - 1-5 Business Days. While we always use priority shipping options, once shipped we cannot guarantee delivery due to the backlog current being experienced USPS/UPS/FedEx. If you have a strict deadline, please message me when ordering so that I can note any rush requests. Ownership of packages turned over to USPS transfers to the Buyer. We are not responsible for lost, held, damaged packages or delayed packages, once your package(s) leaves our Shop it is completely out of our control. Thank you for understanding!

Thank you for visiting Granny & Grandpa's Custom Creations, we truly appreciate your support of small businesses. We also personalize our products, please reach out to us with any personalizing any of our products, additional fee's may apply.

Please visit www.grannygrandpascustomcreations.com to view more products.

#flannelshirt - #grannygrandpascustomcreations - #distressedflannelshirt - #TVsitcom

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Get your nostalgia fix with our range of cool, retro 70’s and 80’s TV show inspired t-shirts and fashion gifts!

Available to buy online now in our Teepublic store: 

MORK AND MINDY

MASH

SANFORD AND SON

[teemoonley]

Godfrey Sanford And Son Salvage We Buy Sell Junk T-Shirt

For fans of classic TV and vintage charm, the Godfrey Sanford And Son Salvage We Buy Sell Junk Shirt is a playful tribute to the iconic Sanford and Son sitcom. The show, known for its witty humor and unforgettable characters, centered around Fred Sanford’s junk business, and this shirt brings that spirit to life.

Featuring the fictional company name “Godfrey Sanford and Son Salvage,” the shirt humorously embraces the world of buying, selling, and recycling junk. Whether you're a fan of the classic show or simply appreciate quirky, nostalgic designs, this Godfrey Sanford And Son Salvage We Buy Sell Junk Shirt is sure to bring a smile. Perfect for casual outings, vintage TV lovers, or those who enjoy a touch of humor in their wardrobe, this shirt adds a fun nod to one of TV’s most beloved characters and his legendary junk business. Wear it and let everyone know you’re a true fan of Sanford and Son and its timeless comedy.

[gruesometruecrimestories]

Wayne Williams-The Atlanta Child Murders

Other Names: 

Atlanta Monster, Atlanta Boogeyman, Atlanta Child Killer 

Childhood, Adolescence, and Adult Life 

Wayne Williams, son of Homer and Faye Williams, was born on May 27, 1958.  He was raised in the Dixie Hills neighborhood of Southwest Atlanta, Georgia.  He was the only child of the two teachers and it was claimed from fellow families in the neighborhood that he had supportive and caring parents.  Williams excelled in school and was described by teachers and classmates as a “virtual genius”.  At a young age Williams attempted to start a radio station in his parents basement.  Williams graduated from Douglass High School and developed a continued interest in radio and journalism. He went on to attend Georgia State University, where Williams only stayed a year before quitting.  From this time on he began to lose direction and would jump from one thing to another.  At 23 years old he went form radio work to record production to talent scouting.   Williams had constructed his own carrier current radio station and began frequenting stations WIGO and WAOK.  He befriended a number of the announcing crew members.  When that didn’t take off he started dabbling in freelance photography. After that didn’t seem to work either , he became interested in becoming a pop music producer and manager.  None of these career ambitions took off, instead his dreams cost his parents a significant amount of money where they ended up filing for bankruptcy.   

Crimes

It is strongly believed by the FBI and many in the Atlanta, Georgia area that Wayne Williams was responsible for the murder 28 people.  Between 1979 and 1981, at least 28 children and young adults were murdered across Atlanta.  Most of the victims were boys, and all of them were black.  The majority of the victims were young, some even children.  While his eventual arrest, conviction, and soon to be DNA evidence for two murders, speculation persists that he was responsible for the other murders that were linked.  

Alleged Victims and Timeline 

1979

Edward Hope Smith - 14 and Alfred Evans - 13

In mid 1979 the two  disappeared four days apart. Their bodies were found on July 28 in a wooded area, Smith with a .22 caliber gunshot wound in his upper back. They were believed to be the first victims of the putative "Atlanta Child Killer."

Milton Harvey - 14 

On September 4, he disappeared while on an errand to the bank for his mother.  He was riding a bike which was found a week later in a remote area of Atlanta. His body was not recovered until November of that year.

Yusuf Bel-9 

On October 21, he went to a store to buy Bruton snuff for a neighbor, Eula Birdsong, Reese Grocery on McDaniel Street.  A witness said she saw Yusuf near the intersection of McDaniel and Fulton getting into a blue car before he disappeared.  His body was found on November 8 in the abandoned E. P. Johnson Elementary School by a school janitor who was looking for a place to urinate. Bell's body was found clothed in the brown cut-off shorts he was last seen wearing.  The shorts had a piece of masking tape stuck to them.  He had been hit over the head twice, and the cause of death was strangulation. 

1980

Angel Lenair- 12

March 4, 1980, the first female victim had disappeared. She left her house around 4:00 p.m. wearing a denim outfit, and was last seen at a friend's house watching the television program Sanford and Son. Lenair's body was found six days later, in a wooded vacant lot along Campbellton Road, wearing the same clothes in which she had left home. A pair of white panties that did not belong to Lenair were stuffed in her mouth, and her hands were bound with an electrical cord. The cause of death was strangulation.

Jeffery Mathis- 11 

It was March 11 the next victim  disappeared while on an errand for his mother. He was wearing gray jogging pants, brown shoes, and a white and green shirt. Months later a girl said she saw him get into a blue car with a light-skinned man and a dark-skinned man. The body of Jeffrey Mathis was found in a "briar-covered patch of woodlands," 11 months after he disappeared, by which time it was not possible to identify a cause of death.

Eric Middlebrooks - 15 

It wasn’t until May 18 the next victim disappeared. He was last seen answering the telephone at home and then leaving in a hurry on his bicycle, taking with him a hammer to repair the bicycle. His body was found the following day next to his bicycle in the rear garage of an Atlanta bar. The bar was located next door to what was then the Georgia Department of Offender Rehabilitation. His pockets were turned inside out, his chest and arms had slight stab wounds, and the cause of death was determined to be blunt force trauma to the head. A few weeks before he disappeared, Middlebrooks had testified against three juveniles in a robbery case.

Christopher Richardson - 12 

 June 9 was when Richardsom went missing on his way to a local pool. He was last seen walking towards the DeKalb County's Midway Recreation Center in Midway Park. He was wearing blue shorts, a light blue shirt and blue tennis shoes. His body was not found until the following January, clothed in unfamiliar swim trunks, along with the body of a later victim, Earl Terrell. The cause of Richardson's death was not determined.

LaTonya Wilson - 7 

June 22, Wilson disappeared from her parents' apartment. According to a witness, she appeared to have been abducted by two men, one of whom was seen climbing into the apartment window and then holding Wilson in his arms as he spoke to the other man in the parking lot. On October 18, Wilson's body was found in a fenced-in area at the end of Verbena Street in Atlanta. By then, the body had skeletonized, and no cause of death could be established.

Aaron Wyche - 10 

It was June 23 when Aaron disappeared after having been seen near a local grocery store, getting into a blue Chevrolet with either one or two black men. A female witness says she saw Wyche being led from Tanner's Corner Grocery by a 6-foot-tall 180-pound black male, approximately 30 years old, with a mustache and goatee. The witness's description of the car matched a description of a similar car implicated in the earlier Jeffrey Mathis disappearance. At 6:00 p.m. Wyche was seen at a shopping center. The following day, Wyche's body was found under a bridge; the official cause of death was asphyxiation from a broken neck suffered in a fall.

Anthony Carter - 9  and Earl Terrell-10 

It was July, 1980 when these two victims were found murdered.  

Clifford Jones - 13

Jones disappeared on August 20. He was found dead from strangulation. His body was found on August 21 behind a dumpster in the rear of the former Hollywood Plaza shopping center.

Darron Glass- 10

Glass was reported missing on September 14. His body has not been recovered.

Charles Stephens - 12

Charles was reported missing on October 9. His body was found the next day on Norman Berry Drive near the entrance to a trailer park. Stephens's body was missing his t-shirt and one of his shoes, but he was still wearing his dark blue pants. Police determined that his cause of death was asphyxiation. Rub marks were also identified on his nose and mouth. Dog hairs and two Caucasian head hairs were found on the body along with two pubic hairs, which did not belong to Stephens or Williams and which were found on his boxers 950 feet away. The state considered this a 'pattern case' in Williams's trial.

Aaron Jackson - 9

He went missing on November 1. His body was discovered the next day strangled, lying face-up on a river bank.

Patrick Rogers- 16

Rogers knew several of the previous victims. He went missing on November 30. His body was found on December 7 in the Chattahoochee river. Police speculated that he was dropped from the bridge above.

1981

Lubie Geter-14 

Geter, who disappeared on January 3, body was found on February 5.  

Terry Pue-15 

Geter's friend, Terry Pue went missing in January. An anonymous caller told the police where to find Pue's body. Terry lived in the same apartment as Edward "Teddy" Smith, who was killed in 1979.

In February and March 1981, six more bodies were discovered, believed to be linked to the previous homicides. 

Eddie Duncan - 21

Among the deceased was the body of  Eddie Duncan, the first adult victim.

Larry Rogers - 20, John Porter - 28 , and Jimmy Ray Payne - 21 

In April the three were murdered. Porter and Payne were ex-convicts and had just recently been released from Arrendale State Prison after serving time for burglary.

William “Billy Star” Barrett- 17 

On May 12, 1981, FBI agents found the body of Barrett on a curb in a wooded area near his home. A witness, 32-year-old Harold Wood, a custodian from Southwest High School, had run out of gas about a mile from the scene. Wood described a black man standing over and observing the location where the body was found before driving away in a white-over-blue Cadillac.

Nathaniel Carter- 27 

During the end of May 1981, the last reported victim was added to the list, Nathaniel Cater. He was last seen by gardener Robert I. Henry at the entrance of the Rialto Theatre in Atlanta, reportedly holding hands with Wayne Williams. His body was discovered two days later.

Arrest and Capture 

Williams first became a suspect in the Atlanta murders on the morning of May 22, 1981, when a police surveillance team, watching the James Jackson Parkway Bridge spanning the Chattahoochee River (a spot where multiple bodies had been discovered previously), heard a "big loud splash", suggesting that something had been thrown from the bridge into the river below.  The first automobile to exit the bridge after the splash, at roughly 2:50 a.m., belonged to Williams.  When stopped and questioned, he told police that he was on his way to check on an address in a neighboring town ahead of an audition the following morning with a young singer named Cheryl Johnson. However, both the phone number he gave police and Cheryl Johnson turned out to be fictitious.

Two days later, on May 24, the nude body of 27-year-old Nathaniel Cater, who had been missing for four days and was last seen with Williams, was discovered in the river. The medical examiner ruled he had died of probable asphyxia but never specifically said he had been strangled. Police thought that Williams had killed Cater and that his body was the source of the sound they heard as his car crossed the bridge.  

Williams failed three polygraph tests. Hairs and fibers retrieved from the body of another victim, Jimmy Ray Payne, were found to be consistent with those from his home, car, and dog. Co-workers told police they had seen Williams with scratches on his face and arms around the time of the murders which, investigators surmised, could have been inflicted by victims during struggles.  Williams held a press conference outside his home to proclaim his innocence, volunteering that he had failed the polygraph tests, which would have been inadmissible in court.  Williams was questioned again by police for 12 hours on June 3 and 4 at FBI headquarters and released without arrest or charge, but remained under surveillance.

Trial, Conviction, and Where Is He Now? 

Williams was arrested on June 21, 1981, for the murders of Carter and Payne.  His trial began on January 6, 1982, in Fulton County. It was a two-month trial!  Prosecutors matched Williams to a number of victims from 19 sources of fibers from Williams's home and car.  These fibers came from his bedspread, bathroom, gloves, clothes, carpets, dog, and an unusual trilobal carpet fiber. Other evidence included witness testimony that placed Williams with several victims while they were alive, and inconsistencies in his accounts of his whereabouts.  

Williams took the stand in his own defense but alienated the jury by becoming angry and combative.  After 12 hours of deliberation, the jury found him guilty on February 27 of the murders of Carter and Payne. He was sentenced to life imprisonment.   After Williams became a suspect, the killings came to a stop.

In the late 1990s, Williams filed a habeas corpus petition and requested a retrial. The County Superior Court judge Hal Craig denied his appeal. Georgia Attorney General Thurbert Baker said that "although this does not end the appeal process, I am pleased with the results in the habeas case" and that his office will "continue to do everything possible to uphold the conviction."  In early 2004, Williams sought a retrial again, with his attorneys arguing that law enforcement officials covered up evidence of involvement by the Ku Klux Klan, and that carpet fibers purportedly linking him to the crimes would not stand up to scientific scrutiny.  A federal judge rejected the request for retrial on October 17, 2006.  Williams was never tried for any of the Atlanta Child Murders. However, police attributed 22 other deaths, including those of 18 minors, to Williams.  Williams is serving his sentence at Telfair State Prison.  On November 20, 2019, Williams was again denied parole. He will next be eligible for parole in November 2027.

Interviews and Additional Resources 

[talpshop]

Sanford and Son 70s Sitcom Fred Sanford We Buy and Sell Junk T-Shirt

Link: https://tshirtatlowprice.com/products/sanford-and-son-70s-sitcom-fred-sanford-we-buy-and-sell-junk-t-shirt/?feed_id=842 Step back into the hilarious world of the 70s with our exclusive Sanford and Son tribute t-shirt! If you’re a die-hard fan of this iconic TV show, you’ll instantly recognize and adore this original design. Inspired by the beloved 1972 sitcom, our “Fred Sanford We Buy and Sell Junk” t-shirt captures the essence of the [...]

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Men's T-Shirt, Redd Foxx Sanford and Son Big Dummy Navy Size L T-Shirt.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Y2K Redd Foxx Sanford & Son T Shirt Black.

[gh0styyt0astyy]

What about a fic where Tricky sees Sanford's tattoo and tries to tattoo Hank with paint brushes and markers? (Got this idea from an anon)

✨ [ Artistic muse ] ✨

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⭐️ [Summary] — Tricky likes Sanford’s tattoo, so why not give his favorite person a tattoo as well? (Lee!Hank + Ler!Tricky)

⭐️ [Warnings] — TICKLE FIC; if you don’t like then please scroll on T_T

⭐️ [Prompt/s] — Tricky gives Hank a tattoo with markers and brushes

ok so this is difficult to explain but this is mixed with like. normal canon MC and a modern ish au? trickys still. tricky because im not creative but also this prompt didn’t really strike me for the canon setting so! take this as you will

THIS SAT IN MY NOTES. FOR SO LONG. 😭 IM SO SORRY

key:

hank

TRICKY

requests: closed!

✨ Enjoy ! ✨

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“Alright man, we’re heading out now. We’ll be back later!” A gruff voice called to a man laying upside down on the sofa, phone in hand. “Okay. Don’t get drunk cause I won’t pick you up.” The upside down man answered back.

A snort followed. “Who do you take us for, Hank?”

Hank sat up, propping himself on his elbows. “Well I take you for Sanford,” he said, pointing his head at Sanford, then over at Deimos. “And I take him for Deimos.” He flopped back down, pointing his attention back to his phone. “…Well he has a point.” Deimos whispered. “…Yeah okay, fair enough. Anyway, don’t burn the house down while we’re away.”

“‘Kay.”

The door shut, and then it was just Hank alone in the living room. The man mindlessly scrolling through some boring social media.

The silence was nice for a while, just Hank alone with himself and his thoughts. Usually that sentence never meant good, but for today it was like any other sentence.

Then the door opened again, and Hank raised an eyebrow as he propped himself up again. “Back so soo-?” Hank stopped mid sentence, staring at Tricky who had a bag in his hand.

“Oh. You aren’t who I thought.”

“HI HANK!” Tricky grinned widely, allowing himself into the house and closing the door with his foot. “Hello. Supply shopping go well?” Hank asked, watching as Tricky dug through the bag. “YES! CLOWN FOUND ALL HE NEEDED.” Hank nodded. “Cool, cool.” Hank watched as a variety of markers and brushes were pulled out, a couple of paints too. Tricky was the artistic type of all of them, and it didn’t really surprise Hank much.

“HANK. CLOWN WANTS TO TRY SOMETHING.”

Hank raised an eyebrow again. “Okay. What’s that?”

“CLOWN WANTS TO GIVE HANK A TATTOO! LIKE SANDFAR.”

Hank blinked a few times, mouth open but not saying anything. “Uh. Sanford.” He corrected, standing up off the sofa. “YES. THAT IS WHAT CLOWN SAID? SANDFUR.”

“That’s just further away.”

“SANDWICHES NAME DOES NOT MATTER RIGHT NOW, CLOWN WANTS TO GIVE HANK A TATTOO.”

“Did you just call him Sandwich?”

Hank let out a sigh through his nose and crossed his arms after throwing his phone onto the cushion. “Okay, sure. Where are you giving me this tattoo?”

“LIKE SANDALS!” Hank had to resist the urge to slap his own face. “On… my back?” “YES!” Hank stood there awkwardly for a moment, shifting on his feet as he breathed out through his teeth.

“…alright, fine.” Tricky clapped his hands together and picked up a pack of markers. “SIT.” Tricky ordered, pointing at the floor in front of the sofa. Hank muttered something under his breath as he sat down, tugging off his shirt. “Just take it easy, alright?” Hank looked over his shoulder at Tricky, who hastily nodded. “YES, YES. CLOWN WILL BE CAREFUL. FACE FORWARD!”

Tricky maneuvered Hank’s face to look forward again as he uncapped the marker in his hand.

Hank wasn’t ashamed to admit the sound of the marker uncapping made his stomach drop.

Hank inhaled sharply at the feeling of a markers tip pressing into his skin, and it took everything in him to not flinch away. “HANK IS TENSE.” Tricky said, as if he needed to point it out to Hank. “Well yeah. You’re giving me a tattoo.” Hank said matter-of-factly.

“BUT IT IS NOT A TATTOO GUN?”

“No but— ugh forget it. Just keep going.” Hank shook his head, bunching his shirt up in his hands and holding it tightly.

Tricky didn’t need to be told twice as he got right back to work. Slowly creating strokes up and down. Tricky was watching as the man he drew on twitched occasionally.

Hank had his phone in his hand again, trying to distract himself from the ticklish feeling against his back. He couldn’t say he hated it, per se, but he didn’t like it. “SIT STILL. HANK IS MESSING CLOWN UP.” Tricky’s voice held a light undertone of annoyance and Hank just huffed. “Well I’m sorry I can’t help the fact it tickles.” He hissed back, yelping when the marker dipped underneath the blade of his shoulder.

“…TICKLES?” Tricky parroted back, staring at Hank with what could only be described as a curious look. “Look just— finish the tattoo or I’m leaving to wash it off.” Hank tried to change the subject.

“HANK IS TICKLISH??” Tricky pushed, the marker lingering underneath Hank’s shoulder and making him squirm. “Do you want to finish that damned tattoo or not?” Tricky was silent before he went back to work.

The sneaky bastard though… he knew what he was doing.

The marker’s strokes were much slower than before, lingering on parts of Hank’s spine and making him flinch, slapping a hand to his mouth. “Tricky!” Hank hissed through grit teeth, giggles spilling past his lips.

“CLOWN IS WORKING.”

“Yohohu’re tickling mehee.”

“SHUT. STOP MOVING.”

Hank just groaned, the noise broken up by laughter as he put his face to his knees, hands crossed over his head. Hank squirmed slightly, letting out a loud yelp when Tricky drilled a finger into his side. “HEHEY! Asshohole!” Hank spat. “YOU ARE MESSING CLOWN UP! CLOWN WILL SIT ON HANK IF HE DOES NOT STOP MOVING.” Tricky threatened, continuing to draw on Hank’s back while he wiggled his thumb and index finger into Hank’s side and ribs. “Son of a bihihitch!” Hank hissed into his arms, feeling a smile pull at the corner of his lips.

Hank resigned himself to his current fate; he wasn’t happy about it though. (Though the more he thought about it… it wasn’t so bad.) Every time he’d squirm there’d be another jab to his side— he’d twitch inwardly when the brush marker swiped over a certain part of his spine, helpless giggling muffled by the clenched fabric of his shirt in his hands.

Hank yelped again, swatting Tricky’s hand. “Wohohould you quihihit it!?” He snapped, not really angry. “AAHAK!” He yelped when Tricky dug all five fingers into the skin.

When the marker stopped and Tricky’s hand pulled away from Hank’s side, he looked up. Face flushed a little red as quiet giggling started to subside. “Ahahre… are you dohone?” He asked, Tricky nodded. “YES! COME SEE!” Tricky pulled Hank away to the bathroom, shoving him to the mirror.

Hank looked at his back in the mirror, Tricky standing beside him with a wide grin on his face ad he waited for Hank’s feedback. The tattoo itself looked like a vertical eye with an X across it.

It looked badass actually.

“Huh. I’m impressed, Tricks. Nice work.” Hank hummed, pulling his shirt over his head again. Tricky clapped his hands together again. “TATTOO FITS HANK!” Hank nodded. “Yeah, I like it.”

[abs0luteb4stard]

My dad once told me "If you find a Sanford & Son shirt you like I'll buy it for you."

We'd often get duplicate shirts. Twins.

Well, I got 2 different Sanford and Son shirts. Because I wanted one that had the "you big dummy" catchphrase, and one that looked "in-universe" like I was in their junkyard.

I look like shit because I'm falling apart. Crumbling like a shit castle.

I don't usually take selfies. So cherish this, ya cunts.

[grannyandgrandpascreations]

Sanford and Son's Salvage Yard Distressed Flannel Shirt

This item is for a one-of-a-kind bleached "Sanford and Son's Salvage" flannel shirt. A perfect flannel shirt for any Sanford and Son fan!

CONDITION: All of our flannel shirts are brand new and washed twiced.

No two shirts will ever be exactly alike so please aware and embrace the differences. All shirts are carefully curated, hand-dyed, and re-purposed so that each shirt is going to be different from the next in terms of color and plaid print.

SIZING: These shirts vary, many are unisex and come in men's sizing. They can be worn by both men & women. Ordering your normal t-shirt size is recommended for a regular fit. Going 1 size up works well for a baggy/oversized fit. Women's or Children's Specific sizing will be noted on the photo/variation options selected.

FABRIC: All these shirts are made of cotton or a cotton/poly blend. Measurements and thickness vary slightly by brand.

COLORS: Each flannel is unique, and no two shirts are going to look exactly alike. Colors are sent at random. Because the colors often change throughout the bleaching process, I cannot take specific color requests for these shirts.

Care instructions: Turn item inside out, machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Air dry is recommended.

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

Current Turnaround Time due to upcoming Holidays - 1-5 Business Days. While we always use priority shipping options, once shipped we cannot guarantee delivery due to the backlog current being experienced USPS/UPS/FedEx. If you have a strict deadline, please message me when ordering so that I can note any rush requests. Ownership of packages turned over to USPS transfers to the Buyer. We are not responsible for lost, held, damaged packages or delayed packages, once your package(s) leaves our Shop it is completely out of our control. Thank you for understanding!

Thank you for visiting Granny & Grandpa's Custom Creations, we truly appreciate your support of small businesses. We also personalize our products, please reach out to us with any personalizing any of our products, additional fee's may apply.

Please visit www.grannygrandpascustomcreations.com to view more products.

#flannelshirt - #grannygrandpascustomcreations - #distressedflannelshirt - #TVsitcom

This item is for a one-of-a-kind bleached "Sanford & Son's Salvage" flannel shirt.

No two shirts will ever be exactly alike so please aware and embrace the differences. All shirts are carefully curated, hand-dyed, and re-purposed so that each shirt is going to be different from the next in terms of color and plaid print.

SIZING: These shirts vary, many are unisex and come in men's sizing. They can be worn by both men & women. Ordering your normal t-shirt size is recommended for a regular fit. Going 1 size up works well for a baggy/oversized fit. Women's or Children's Specific sizing will be noted on the photo/variation options selected.

FABRIC: All these shirts are made of cotton or a cotton/poly blend. Measurements and thickness vary slightly by brand.

COLORS: Each flannel is unique, and no two shirts are going to look exactly alike. Colors are sent at random. Because the colors often change throughout the bleaching process, I cannot take specific color requests for these shirts.

Care instructions: Turn item inside out, machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Air dry is recommended.

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

Current Turnaround Time due to upcoming Holidays - 1-5 Business Days. While we always use priority shipping options, once shipped we cannot guarantee delivery due to the backlog current being experienced USPS/UPS/FedEx. If you have a strict deadline, please message me when ordering so that I can note any rush requests. Ownership of packages turned over to USPS transfers to the Buyer. We are not responsible for lost, held, damaged packages or delayed packages, once your package(s) leaves our Shop it is completely out of our control. Thank you for understanding!

Thank you for visiting Granny & Grandpa's Custom Creations, we truly appreciate your support of small businesses. We also personalize our products, please reach out to us with any personalizing any of our products, additional fee's may apply.

Please visit www.grannygrandpascustomcreations.com to view more products.

#flannelshirt - #grannygrandpascustomcreations - #distressedflannelshirt - #TVsitcom

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Items in Michiko’s Collection

Meet Outfit (green dress with daisy decal, blue and tan sandals) Meet Accessories (pretend bag of cheese flavored Curl snack, pretend 1,000 yen bill, and Holly Hobbie girls purse with matching wallet)

School Collection: -Michiko’s School Uniform (short sleeve white blouse, blue gold plaid two tab skort, white socks and black mary jane shoes) -Michiko’s Backpack and Supplies (black Caribou Cricket backpack containing a 5th grade social studies book, a 5th grade language arts book, a notebook, two pencils, and pink pen. Items come in a Holly Hobbie pencil case) -Michiko’s School Lunch (Snow White lunchbox, contains these pretend food items: peanut butter sandwich, bag of Cheese Tidbit crackers, and a carton of chocolate milk)

Holiday Collection: -Michiko’s Christmas Recital Outfit (red and gold dress with black tights and red mary jane shoes) -Michiko’s Sears 1975 Christmas Catalog (doll sized version of the actual catalog that came out for the 1975 Christmas season) -Holly Hobbie Tote Bag (gift from her teacher Ms. Tanguay, to keep her reading books in) -Michiko’s Christmas Breakfast (all items are pretend: stack of two pancakes and butter, two strips of bacon, hash brown potatoes, Pillsbury biscuit with butter, and cup of orange juice) -Michiko’s Winnie The Pooh stuffed animal -Michiko’s Growing Up Skipper doll -Michiko’s U.S. Olympic Wardrobe Barbie doll (comes with a swimsuit, a ski suit, and a skating outfit) -Michiko’s SunSet Malibu Barbie doll

Holiday Collection (part 2): -Betty Crocker Cook Book (1975 edition) -Michiko’s Record Set (plays 30 second samples of these songs: Only Women Bleed by Alice Cooper, Seasons of Wither by Aerosmith, We’re an American Band by Grand Funk Railroad, I Wanna Be With You by Raspberries, and All Right Now by Free) -Alice Cooper Welcome to My Nightmare record (does not function) -Frog and Toad Are Friends and Frog and Toad Are Together books (to help her improve on her English skills) -Barbie doll kimono (made by her sister Hanako, given to her on Christmas Eve) -Walt Disney’s Story Land book

Birthday Collection: -Michiko’s Birthday Outfit (light yellow shirt, blue bell bottom jeans, white socks and sneakers) -Michiko’s Birthday Cake (pretend vanilla chocolate frosted cake with two ‘1′ candles) -Michiko’s Birthday Supplies (table with pink table cover, three pink balloons, banner reading ‘Happy 11th Birthday’, and two blue balloons) -Mystery Date board game -Michiko’s Kitten Hime (name means Princess, is a black kitten and comes with a blue circular pet bed)

Summer Collection: -Michiko’s Bicentennial Shirt (white shirt with American flag and ‘76 decal. Can be combined with the bell bottoms from her birthday outfit) -Michiko’s Slushie (pretend grape flavored Slush Puppy)

Winter Collection: -Michiko’s Coat and Boots (orange coat, black boots) -Michiko’s Hat and Mittens (pink hat and mittens) -Michiko’s Sled (red sled)

Bedroom Collection: -Michiko’s Pajamas (light blue silk pajamas) -Michiko’s Nightgown (light blue cotton nightgown) -Entertainment Center -Michiko’s TV (does not function, has screenshots from these shows: Good Times, Sanford and Son, Sesame Street, All In The Family, and Scooby Doo) -Michiko’s Record Player and Radio (functions as both as a record player and a radio) -Michiko’s Bed and Bedding (twin bed with Raggedy Ann and Andy bedding) -Michiko’s Mickey Mouse Bean Bag -Michiko’s Magazine Rack and Magazines (comes with doll sized issues of these magazines: Non-no, Seventeen Japan, Soen, and Junon) -Michiko’s Candies records (doll sized versions of these records:  Anata ni Muchū ~Uchiki na Candies~, Abunai Doyōbi ~Candies no Sekai~, Namida no Kisetsu, and Toshishita no Otokonoko) (each record plays 30 second samples of the title tracks)

Extra Items: -Michiko’s Manga Collections (contains doll sized versions of these manga: GeGeGe no Kitarō vol. 1, Doraemon vol. 1, Lupin III vol. 1, and Orochi vol. 1) -Michiko’s Sketchbook (contains sketches of these characters: Lupin III, Kitaro from  GeGeGe no Kitarō, Tetsujin-28 from Tetsujin 28-go, Devilman from Devilman, Sally from Sally The Witch, Sazae from Sazae-san, the Osomatsu brothers from Osomatsu-kun, Ultraman Leo from Ultraman Leo, and Kamen Rider Amazon from Kamen Rider Amazon) (in America, Tetsujin 28-go is known as Gigantor) -Michiko’s Japanese Literature books (comes with doll sized versions of these books: The Setting Sun by Osamu Dazai, The Spider’s Thread by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, The Boy Detectives Club by Ranpo Edogawa, and Arishi Hi no Uta by Chūya Nakahara) -Michiko’s Japanese dolls (comes with these dolls, all are Japanese only: Skipper Japan, Midge Japan, Twist n Turn Barbie #2624, and The Sun Set Malibu Skipper) (the Skipper Japan doll has different eyes while the Midge Japan doll has a different head and eyes. The Sun Set Malibu Skipper has a different hair color. The Twist n’ Turn Barbie is wearing a pink and black fleece shirt and black skirt)

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Stoppable Family Vacation - Ch. 5

Chapter 5 - Planning It Out

(October 5, 2018, 7:11pm, four weeks after the vacation announcement)

"Kids, your father and I are ready to take you two out to ice cream." Kim called out from upstairs.

She was wearing her Club Banana dark denim overalls over a sleeveless white cropped blouse that showed off a good bit of her cleavage. The overalls were a bit baggy, had a hole in the right kneecap, and also showed off the sides of her midriff. Both straps were hooked but the right clasp was moving up and down against the button. Gold hoop earrings, a statement gold necklace, a long silver chain necklace with a star on it, a silver locket Ron gave her for their fifth anniversary, a single bracelet, CB ladies watch, and two rings on both her fingers, including the wedding band, completed the jewelry department . She wore her hair in a ponytail and had purple eyeshadow, blush, makeup, red lipstick, and red fingernails. Simple white sneakers completed the outfit.

Ron came down from the master bedroom with Rufus on his shoulder. He was wearing a long-sleeved button-down dress shirt and baggy blue jeans that was showing off his pink heart boxers with a belt to hold them up. He completed this outfit with a simple gold chain R medallion and blue shoes.

"Really, Ron? With the bling and saggy pants?" Kim sighed.

"C'mon, KS! The kids really wanna see me getting down and all crunk!" Ron whined.

"The ice cream parlor that we're going to doesn't allow pants worn like that." Kim countered. "Plus, you're gonna set a bad example for Justin if he does that at school."

"Daddy, why do you wear your pants funny like that?" Justin asked.

"See, sport? It's a very long story, it all began..." Ron said before his wife cut him off.

"Ahem?! Ron, you can keep the medallion, but lose the sag!"

"Awww...man..." Ron groaned as he headed back to the master suite to adjust his pants.

"I wanna see Daddy perform in those clown pants!" Alexa replied.

"Believe me, Alexa." Kim replied to her daugher, "He has done that before with me...and it's not pretty."

The Stoppables then took the restored 1970 9-passenger Wombat Station Wagon to Butterbean's Ice Cream Parlor, which was about a short 15-minute drive from their house. There, they intended to plan their trip to South Dakota.

At their table, the Stoppable parents laid out a map of South Dakota. Rufus folded up the corner so that it was straight.

"So we're going to schedule it for the week of Thanksgiving!" Kim said while taking a bite of her vanilla ice cream, "That's what we all agreed on, right?" The right strap of her overalls was undone and dangling behind her back.

Ron nodded his head and added after eating a bite of his strawberry ice cream. "Now the issue becomes a) which attractions we're going to and b) how are going to travel there?"

Kim pointed on the map and replied. "We'll do the attractions in order from the western part of the state to the eastern. That way, we can cover more ground. Now, everyone in this family has agreed to two attractions per member. We also agreed on two attractions that the whole family can ejoy. Plus an attraction that me and your father agreed on for both kids and two additional romantic attractions that me and Ron can spend time with each other alone."

The other Stoppable family members nodded their heads in agreement as well.

"So how many is that?" Justin asked.

"Umm...I actually do not know." Ron replied. "KS? A little help here?"

"Ron, we'll get to that in a moment. But let us not forget to visit the Lipskys on Thursday for Thanksgiving and me shopping with Sheila and Monique on Friday followed by a Oh Boyz reunion concert as well."

"Wait...the Oh Boyz are reunited?" Ron questioned in complete surprise.

"Yes!" Kim replied, "The news broke on Flitter earlier this week! The Oh Boyz are doing a concert with Britina at the Denny Sanford Premier Center on Friday evening! I already bought three tickets for me, Sheila, and Monique!"

"Wait, Monique's going to be in South Dakota too?" Ron asked.

"Yes! Didn't Sheila tell you that she's going to invite her as well?" Kim countered back with a question of her own.

"I actually didn't open the email when we got home from work." Ron admitted.

"Since we are in charge, we get to go first." Ron replied.

"Which one? Mommy or Daddy?" Alexa chirped while finishing up her lemon ice cream.

"Your mom is the head of the household." Ron said, looking at his wife with a wide smile on her face. "She makes the first move."

Kim got her tablet out and scrolled down the list of attractions for the entire state.

"Now, we all agreed that Mt. Rushmore and Badlands National Park are the two attractions that this family will visit. For me, the attractions I chose to my own liking are the Wind Cave National Monument and Falls Park." Kim replied, selecting the attractions she would like to visit.

Ron then announced the attractions in South Dakota that he desired to visit, "And for me, I'm gonna go with the Center of the United States and the Corn Palace!"

"And cue the corn puns..." Kim sighed, rolling her eyes.

He then asked, "What did one ear of corn say to the other ear of corn? Don't look now. but I think someone is stalking us."

The kids laughed at the joke.

Ron then told another corn pun to his daughter.

"Hey, Alexa! What did the baby corn say to the mama corn? Where's pop corn?"

Alexa giggled with delight.

"Goody...that will be in my nightmares tonight..." Kim groaned, grabbing her head.

Taking a deep breath and regaining her composure, she then continued. "The attraction that both me and your father agreed on for you children is Storybook Island."

"And for Rufus?" Kim asked.

Rufus scurried on over to the tablet and scrolled down with his personal choice of vacation.

"He's got that covered already, KS!" Ron said with a smile.

"Cheese!" was what the naked mole rat squeaked. Rufus pointed to Cheese World in Sioux Falls.

"Good choice, Rufus!" Kim exclaimed, patting the mole rat on the head.

"Now...the interesting choices...the kids." Ron then added, focusing his attention on the two kids that they have.

He then looked at his son.

"Since Justin is the oldest of the two, I elect for him to go first."

Alexa had a grumpy look on her face. "No fair! I wanna go first!"

Justin stuck his tongue out and said, "Too bad that you're younger than me!"

Kim saw this and scolded him.

"Justin, how many times do I have to tell you not to stick your tongue out at your sister like that?"

"Sorry, Mommy..." Justin replied with sincerity.

"Now, Justin..." Kim said in a calm voice, "...which attractions would you like to visit in South Dakota?"

She scrolled the list in front of Justin. Without hesitation, he pointed to Bear Country USA and the 25th Annual Demolition Derby at the Fairgrounds in Sioux Falls.

"Oh boy...give him another appetite for destruction..." Kim sighed. She and Ron0 had seen their son destroy his toy cars with a brick.

"You know...he gets that from your side of the family." Ron quipped on the genetics.

"Sometimes, I curse the day the Tweebs were born in this world!" Kim grunted on the real reason that part of the Possible family flowed into Justin's blood.

And then turning to her daughter, Kim then asked her in a very cute voice.

"Now, Alexa, my little snugglebunny! What would Mommy like to take you on this trip?"

"The Children...muse-um!" Alexa squeaked with joy, pointing to the South Dakota Children's Museum. "And a dolly house!" She then selected the South Dakota Doll Museum in the capital city, Pierre.

"Ick..." was all Justin could muster, making a small gagging sound of disgust.

"Very good choices, Alexa!" Kim smiled, selecting the choices on her tablet. "We'll try and work them into the vacation schedule."

"What days are we going to be gone again?" Ron asked as he finished up his ice cream.

Kim said with a short sigh. "We're going to be gone from November 19th thru the 28th. That should give all of us enough time to visit South Dakota. Again, we have set aside days to visit the Badlands and Mt. Rushmore, not to mention the Lipskys Thanksgiving and Black Friday with my other girl pals!"

"Sounds like a perfect idea to me!" Ron agreed. "So are we ready to go back to the house?"

Kim gave a devilish smirk and replied, "Not just yet, Ron! Lemme go and use the little girls room first!"

"Go right ahead, KS!" Ron smiled.

Kim headed towards the women's restroom.

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Sharp Side of The Blade P4

Dean x Reader

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Getting back to the bunker, Dean parked baby in the garage, Sam right behind him with your car. Dean opened the back door to see you still asleep. He gently grabbed your arms, sliding you out carefully. Walking you to his bedroom, he started to strip you of your filthy clothes. “Dean, I think mom should do that…” Sam spoke calmly. Mary walking in seeing Y/N laying unconscious on the bed. “Oh my gosh..” She shoved Dean out of the way looking over your broken frame. “Get me the first aid kit, saline solution and the morphine packs.” Her voice demanding. “NOW!” Mary yelled at the boys. They sprinted out of the room as she unbuttoned the flannel that she guessed was Deans on how it loose it was. You opened your eyes weakly. You smelt a familiar scent. “Mary…?” it smelled of her strawberry shampoo.  “Y/N..” She choked on sob happy to finally have you back in the bunker. To have you home. At first she was not a fan of you. For obvious reasons. Intell you yelled at the boys to let her go hunting by herself and get use to this time frame. She seen you over and over again take care of the boys in all ways. Cooking, cleaning wounds or protecting them. “I am going to get you better hun.. promise..” “Buck…bucket..” Mary looked to you confused. “Here!” Dean reached over to grab his empty trash can. You bent over the bed and vomited. “What the hell…?” Mary watched as you emptied your stomach. It was clearly just bile. Dean walked to the restroom grabbing you a washcloth. He handed to his mother as she wiped your mouth. “Sorry…” you whispered tiredly. Every bone in your body felt shattered. Breathing let alone talking was proving to be a hard task. “The shapeshifter kept injecting her with some kind of sleeping medication.. It was a lot.. she still tried to fight them and us off…” Sam spoke looking as your eyes fluttered closed once again. He hated seeing you so weak, so broken.

Mary asked the boys to leave as she stripped you of your clothes. Running you a warm bath she waited it to fill up. “Dean..” she hollered out. “Help me move her to the bath tub.” Dean looked over your body. So many scars, cuts and bruises. Your rib cage had the most impact. He shivered with sadness at this. Gently laying your body in the warms water, he moved your hair from your face. “Thanks. I am going to help wash her up.” Mary spoke grabbing a clean washcloth.

Mary cleaned you up and ended up carrying you back to the bed herself. She noted at how light you where and started to find a vein in your arm. Sliding the needle in, she used medical tape to secure it. She started the saline drip and morphine to help with the pain. Wrapping your ribs with medical gauze, she secured it with tape. “Dean or Sam!” soon Sam walked in seeing you in the bed asleep. “Did you guys get her stuff? She needs something to wear to keep her warm. The saline solution is going to make her very cold.” Sam nodded going out to the hallway to grab your stuff. She set it on the desk going through it. Sam slid through the duffle bag. He pulled out a comfortable sweatshirt for you. It was once his. He gave it to you since you said you always dreamed of going to Stanford. He helped lift your body as carefully as he could. His mother sliding on the sweat shirt and sweat pants. Dean walked in moments later seeing you where Sams old Sanford sweatshirt. Dean would lie if he said he wasn’t jealous. You two always being so close. “Sam..” you whispered. Sam set you down gently, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Yes?” He said softly. “I missed you.. all of you…” you mumbled still half asleep. “I missed….. the bunker… missed… Castiel…. Missed mom….she is so…. Pretty…” you mumbled falling back asleep. Mary chuckled softly. “She is pretty drugged up.” Sam nodded smiling to his mom. Castiel walked next to Dean looking in. “How is Y/N?” He asked worried about your condition. “She just said she missed you.” Dean spoke quietly. Castiel walked past Dean to your side. He slid his hand over yours. “I missed you too.” Castiel spoke melancholy seeing you like this. As he touched your hand he seen a flash of you in Hell fighting off demons. “What the..” Sam looked at Cas as his eyes glowed blue. Cas pulled his hand away. “I… I seen…” Cas put his hand back on yours.  It happened again. He seen you taking out a werewolf pack. He seen you throwing daggers at vampire, then cutting his head off. He then seen you asleep at night, crying. Castiel took a deep breath looking at you. “What is it Cas?” Mary spoke first. “No.. nothing.” Cas walked back out past Dean.

Dean followed Castiel grabbing his arm. “You eyes did the angel thing.. what the hell happened?” Cas groaned. “Get a glass of whisky first.”

Sam and Dean sat with Castiel at the table. “When she said she was in hell, she was fighting off demons. Not just one or two.. lets try ten or more. She was hunting so much, she killed a lot of things. She was trying to numb herself. It was obvious it didn’t work when I seen her crying at night. Dean.. I usually support your decisions. After all Team Freewill 2.0, But… Y/N.. You messed up. You need to make this right or she is going to get her self killed.” Cas looked Dean in the eyes. His tone was slightly threatening. “I never.. want to see that again..” Dean sank into his chair. He had not clue what Cas really saw. “Can you show me..?” Dean asked looking at the trench coat wearing angel. Cas walked over to him, putting his pointer and middle finger against Deans temple. Images flashed before Deans eyes. Showing a glimpse of your past year. Everything from you fighting and hunting to laying alone at night. He hissed getting a glimpse of a one night stand that you had as well.

It was evening and Dean took a nap on the couch since he drove all night to get you here. He tossed and turned remembering the images Cas showed him. Sam looked at his brother, fighting with himself in his sleep. He sighed and walked to go check on you. He seen his mom asleep on the chair next to you. “Mom, go rest. I’ll keep an eye on her.” Mary nodded to her youngest son. She stood up kissing his forehead walking to her room.

Sam grabbed your hand and held it gently. It was slightly comical how small your hand was in his. “Cas said you went through a lot in the last year… why didn’t you call us? Or at the very least me? I thought you knew you could trust me with anything…?” Sam mumbled sadly. “I was worried..” you breathed out tiredly. Sam looked at you as your eyes opened. “I was… worried you… would get hurt…… I didn’t want… to keep dragging you guys down…..” “Never…” Sam stood up looking at you. Your eyes still mostly closed. He watched as you breathed in and out tiredly. Normal functions proving to be difficult. He looked to see your saline and morphine gone. Grabbing another pouch he hooked the new one to the IV pole. Hearing a light knock at the door he seen Dean looking in. “Where is mom?” “Sleeping. I told her I would look after Y/N so she could sleep a bit.” Dean nodded seeing your eyes open. He walked to your side of the bed, his face held shame and regret. He leaned down and hugged you gently not to disturb anything. “I am so… sorry y/n..” Dean whispered in your ear. Sam watched his brother try to make things right. “I still love you.. I always will. No matter what..” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I am going to go for a run and get some food. Y/N do you want anything special?” “Ice…..Ice cream.. Mash…potatoes…” Sam grinned knowing why you asked for those things. Your jaw was way too sore to eat anything chewy. “Ok baby girl.. you got it.”

“Can… Can I sit in the living room?” your words oozed displeasure of your situation. “Sure Y/N..” Sam grabbed your body and set you in the wheel chair Dean had dug out of storage that was Bobbys when he lost function of his legs. “It…It still smells of Bobby…” you said weakly. A smile coated your bruised face. Sam grabbed the soft blanket off the bed and wrapped it around you. Wheeling you and your IV pole he brought you to the study that Dean and Cas turned into a living room. He carefully lifted you up and put you on the Lazy Boy recliner chair, setting it up. Wrapping the blanket around you once again he handed you the remote. “Wanna….. wanna finish watching…. Futurama…? If you haven’t already? I could use… some Bender in my life..” Sam smiled nodding. He grabbed the remote putting on Hulu. He sat on the side of the couch closest to you as you started to watch the show. He refused to watch the discontinued comedy without you.

Sam hurd the bunker door close. Dean came in seeing you resting on the Lazy boy. He set out the food and put your ice cream in the fridge. Getting you a spoon he handed you the mash potatoes. “I got them from your favorite place in Lebanon.” He smiled to you. Chucking lightly you weakly took a scoop of the fluffy mash potatoes and started to eat them. “Mmm..” you smiled. “Tastes good.” Dean nodded. “I got you a few things of them..” Dean sat next to Sam as all three of you ate watching Futurama.

The next day you woke up and felt a little better. Still very sore and in a lot of pain but you could move. Looking at the clock it was 5AM. Slowly getting up, you used the side of the wall to make it to the kitchen. Grabbing the ice-cream you struggled to open the lid. “Here..” You looked to see Castiel behind you. He opened it for you. Walking to the drawer he grabbed you a black plastic spoon from some fast food restaurant. “Thanks Cas..” you slowly ate the cold ice cream. Dean remembered how much you loved mint ice cream and boy did he get you the good stuff. “Cas… how are you?” you looked to the handsome angelic man. “I am…. Ok. Why didn’t you call me when you where in danger? Or pray to me?” you smirked a bit as you slurped the ice cream. “Cas.. the boys need you all the time. I wouldn’t want to waste your time on small things..” “Fighting demons in hell Y/N is not something small! Crowley helped you survive..” he spoke with a slight distaste in his mouth. “Yeah he did..” you laughed a bit. “The king of hell has a bit of a soft spot when it comes to sticking it to Dean.” Cas chuckled a bit nodding. Lightening up his mood a bit. “Look who is up. Let me make you some scrambled eggs hun..” Mary walked in, still in her pajamas. “I won’t say no to your famous cheesy eggs.” “Good.” Mary nodded as she grabbed the eggs from the fridge and started to cook.

After eating and Mary helping you change into some flannel and sweatpants, she helped you sit on the chair in the living room again. Handing you your laptop she found in your duffel you began to look at news articles. “Eager to leave?” Dean spoke still half asleep, wiping the sleep from his hazel eyes. “Dean.. I cant stay..” “Yes you can! We can give this another go.. Cas showed me what you went through… I.. I can’t… I won’t let you do it again..” Dean sat next to you. “I fucked up… I really fucked up..” He slid his fingers through his hair. “I will try everyday for the rest of my life to make this up to you..” “Dean..” you put your hand up. “No need.. I am too tired to think of the past. I plan on to keep truckin forward.” “Alone?” he asked upset. “I am not sure.. Sam and Cas don’t want me to go. Your mother doesn’t want me to either she said.. but being here.. with you.. knowing what we had… I know I didn’t do everything right either Dean..but.. you acted like I was trash.. that is how I felt..” you kept going threw news articles as you talked. Dean kneeled on the side of the chair, getting annoyed as your attention was not 100% on him. He grabbed your laptop causing you to glare at him. “Give it back.” “No.” “Give it back Dean…” “No!” He was testing the waters. “So help me Chuck, once I get my fucking katana I am cutting your fucking balls off!” you growled weakly. “There she is..” Dean smiled seeing the anger show. “You need to be resting though.” You sighed nodding to him. You knew you were in no predicament to kick the eldest Winchesters ass. “I hope if I die one day, I fucking haunt your ass..” you mumbled. “Me too sweetheart. Me too.” He laughed a bit.

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"You can hide from me forever~?" .. emm.. maybe you can do this we hank?(lee hank if it is ok?) No presure

✨ [Run and hide] ✨

( anon. anon *holds ur shoulders* i loved this prompt thank you )

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⭐️ [Summary] — If you asked Hank how he got into this situation, he’d much rather die than say anything. (Lee!Hank and Ler!Deimos + Ler!Sanford)

fellas is it gay to platonically cuddle your homies after they absolutely wreck your shit

key: deimos hank sanford

⭐️ [Warnings] — TICKLE FIC; MILD LANGUAGE; AND CUDDLING AT THE END; if you don’t like then please just scroll on T_T

⭐️ [Prompt(s)]: “You can’t hide from me forever!”

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“Haaaaaank!” Deimos’ gruff voice echoed down a hall; a quiet snicker in his tone as he looked for the merc. Hank, who was currently staked out in a dark room (had the rooms always been this dark? How’d he never notice this?), held his breath.

Putting a hand on the doorframe, Hank leaned out slightly and stared into Deimos’ back.

The shorter guy seemed to be too busy with looking in the complete wrong direction that Hank started calculating his options. Hank had been stalking around this shitty “apartment” that he, Dei and Sanford all called home (Temporary home at least. It’s hard to keep a stable base of operation in this shitty, genocidal state okay?) for at least an hour now. Deimos wanted something from Hank; and whatever game Deimos was playing the taller man didn’t want any partake in it.

“Cmon, Haaank. You can’t hide from me forever now!” Deimos called out again, but beginning to turn around now. Shit. Hank quickly darted into a different room, one with a little more light. At least he could see now.

…However he failed to realize that Deimos could see the faint outline of a shadow, which is ironic really; seeing as how Hank; a 6’6 man can fit inside a tiny crate with no one noticing, yet he forgets to cover his tracks of a shadow.

Deimos’ footsteps came closer to the room Hank sheltered in, and Hank started to crawl backwards to the closet. ‘Shit- shit- shit.’ Hank opened the closet door and quickly stepped inside. Deimos suddenly leapt into the room, a sound of vague disappointment rumbling in his throat. “Damn.”

Hank felt a very light breath leave his chest as he slowly slid down the wall. Maybe Deimos had finally given up his chase. As Hank waited for Deimos to leave the room, he listened to the quieting footsteps. The goggled man silently opened the closet door and looked out, spotting no sign of Deimos. He began to slowly step out of it.

His legs were quickly and suddenly swiped out from under him, causing him to land roughly on his chest with a solid “oof” and a wheeze when something plopped heavily onto his back. “There you are!” Hank could hear the grin in Deimos’ voice.

“Uagh- get off of me you lug.” Hank grunted, reaching back and swatting at one of Deimos’ knees. “Hank, you’re good at hiding, know that? Had me in circles for an hour! You ever play hide and seek when you were a kid?”

Hank was having none of it as he continued to swat and push at Deimos. (Sure the man was significantly shorter than him, but damn; bitch could put some weight when he wanted.) Deimos hummed as he put his head in a hand. “Okay well obviously you wanna move on. So let’s do that! While we’re at it…” A different hand went down to between Hank’s shoulder blades, causing the merc to tense. “Let’s chat! You remember how you crushed my cigs a bit ago?”

Hank did remember that.

“Aaand how you spilled water on me for no reason?”

Hank remembered that too. (And, also Deimos, for your information; it was not for no reason you will NOT burn down another temp home.)

“Oooh or- or how about the time you threw that huge ass centipede at me? Remember that one?”

…Hank remembered that one, as well. Very vividly, might he add.

Hank nodded and Deimos did too. “Yeah. I remember all those too. Especially that last one you asshole.” Hank shrugged. “I mean, it was a little amusing.” Deimos feigned hurt as he put a hand to his chest. “You wound me, Wimbleton.”

Hank started to get antsy now, as he shifted underneath Deimos’ weight. “Will you get off me? Or are you just going to keep me here.” Deimos grinned again. “Antsy, Hanky? Daw okay. I guess I can get on with it.”

“It?” What the hell was “it?” Hank narrowed his eyes under his goggles and when he tried to look back at Deimos three fingers suddenly dug into the soft area between Hank’s shoulders. Oh. Oh that was it. Hank felt his eyes suddenly shoot open as he fell completely limp to the floor, electricity running up his back. His body shuddered with repressed… laughter? Noises. “Deimos—“ Hank spoke through gritted teeth, feeling lucky for the mask covering his betraying face. “Hank.” Deimos answered back. Hank felt himself trying to writhe away from Deimos to no avail. “Shihit.” He hissed, mentally cursing himself.

“Ahha! That’s the response I’m looking for!” Deimos said, taking his other hand and tapping against Hank’s ribs. Making the downed man make a strangled noise into the crook of his elbow. “Pihihihiss ohohoff-!” Hank growled, tried to growl. It was hard to be intimidating with fingers wiggling on your ribs and your back. Deimos was slow, methodical for a moment… before the hand on Hank’s back went from slowly moving to clawing at his shoulder blades. “SHIHIHIT! Deihihihimos you sohohon of a—!” Hank suddenly erupted; Deimos letting out a victorious and satisfied laugh. “Right here is bad? Damn, and I’ve only just started!” Hank tried thrashing his shoulders to get away from Deimos’ hands.

Deimos snickered mischievously, repositioning himself on top of Hank and sitting on his waist instead. “Y’know what Hank? This is super interesting,” Deimos said, one hand continuing to torture Hank’s shoulder blades as the other hand trailed back and forth from his ribs and his sides. “You’re, like, Nevada’s most dangerous Mercenary. And yet I haven’t even been thrown into a wall!” Deimos added, grinning at Hank’s misfortune as the man went limp again. “I hahahahate yohohou—“ Hank hissed through gritted laughter. “Have you even tried getting me off?” Deimos ignored Hank’s previous statement. As Hank began to lift himself with his elbows, Deimos’ hand suddenly shot underneath him and started prodding at his stomach. “YOHOHOHOU BIHIHIHIHITCH!” Hank fell back down.

That’s when a quiet *ahem* and knock on the doorframe made both the men look up. Sanford stood there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and an amused look. “Dei, what are you doing to Hank?” He asked, and Hank felt Deimos’ hands slow down until they came to stop. Deimos snickered evily and put a knee on Hank’s back to keep him down. Hank didn’t like that, didn’t trust that evil giggle from Deimos— so he began trying to escape. “San, y’know what I found out?”

Oh shit. He wouldn’t. “What’d you find out, bud?” Deimos you’d better not. “Did you know that Nevada’s most wanted, dangerous Mercenary is ticklish?” That son of a bitch. “Oh, really now?” Goddamnit.

Sanford was waved over by Deimos, and the two started whispering to each other. Hank tried to listen in but to no avail. Suddenly the weight on his back was lifted and Hank tried to shoot away quickly.

But he was grabbed around the waist and pulled back into a heavy chest. Sanford’s arms held onto him tightly as they went back to the floor, except now Hank was sitting up. (Which was better, actually, because being sprawled on the floor like that really isn’t comfortable.) Sanford’s arms were hooked under his, crossed tightly against his chest and keeping him in place.

Deimos was sat at Hank’s legs, grinning at him with a look that could only mean chaos.

“I swear to God.” Hank rumbled, pushing against his captors. Deimos gave an evil chuckle as his hands curled into claws. “Deimos I’m warning you.” Hank pushed at Deimos with his foot, neither of them really acknowledging the now dirty shoe print on Deimos’ jacket. “One.” Deimos said.

…Excuse him?

“Two.” Sanford’s low voice followed.

Hank started wriggling in Sanford’s arms with a little more strength.

…

…

“THREE!” Suddenly both the men yelled— and Hank lost his shit. Deimos’ clawed hands tasering into Hank’s ribs and Sanford’s kneading into his hips. “OHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOD! YOU AHAHAHASSHOHOHOHOLES!” Hank suddenly shrieked in laughter. (It was so much louder than his voice, louder than his usual tone. It surprised all of them and Hank wasn’t sure if he liked the volume coming from himself.) Hank writhed in Sanford’s arms as he fought against himself. “Holy shit! Dei, you weren’t joking!”

“I know! Hank, you’re incredibly lucky that it’s just us who know about this!”

Hank thought about the idea of someone else finding out about…this. Whatever “this” was. Hank wanted to say something but all he could get out was that loud, wheezy laughter. And eventually he stopped trying to fight it, he went limp in Sanford’s hold and gave in. “SHIHIHIHIT! I’m gOHOHNNA KIHIHILL YOU TWHOHOHO!” You know, it’s really hard to be threatening when you’re being undone. His nerves felt like they were being electrocuted and were on fire, Hank’s legs kicked slightly. “GOHOHOD DAHAHAHMN IT! MOHOHOHOVE YOUR HAHAHAHANDS!”

Suddenly it stopped— Deimos’ hands stopped at least. Sanford’s were at his ribs now, poking and prodding between each bone. Hank screwed his eyes shut; Sanford’s hands were so slow and methodical it was driving Hank up the wall. Hank’s face was warm, completely undone to giggling. It was embarrassing.

“San, you wanna know something else?” “Deimohohos.” “Hit me, Dei.” “You behehtter nohohot!” “Hank’s scars are way more ticklish than the rest of him.” “You bihihihitch!”

That bastard. “Reaaaally now?” Sanford’s voice was low again, close to Hank’s neck. Deimos nodded. “Yuh uh.” Hank tried to squirm out again. “I hahahate you!” He listened as Deimos drew in a big, deep breath and felt as his shirt was lifted. (He knew today was a bad day to go without his jacket.) “Deheheheimos I swear to Gohohohod!”

Hank had literally no time to process anything before—

PBBBFFFTRRTTTT!

“OH SHIHIHIHIT! SHIHIHIHIT SHIHIHIT SHIHIT!” Hank squealed, he squealed. (Hank never wanted to die on the spot more than in that moment. Do you think that he could find Jeb or Tricky or someone to strike him down after this?)

Deimos had raspberried Hank’s stomach— against a huge ass scar that went from his left hip, over top and across his navel and to the right side of his ribs.

And Sanford had started blowing smaller raspberries against Hank’s neck, again, on the scars that went across it.

Hank literally felt like he was about to die in that moment. “OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHY I YEHEHEHEHILD! I YEHEHILD! I’M GONNAHAHAHA DIHEHEHEHE! STOAHAHAHAHAP!” Hank gasped, writhing and kicking his legs. And it was like that, the sensations just stopped. Phantom feelings buzzing through his body and against his skin. “Ohohoh my gohohd.” Hank breathed, his body somehow going limper against Sanford’s. Deimos grinned and Sanford laughed lightly. Hank felt Deimos press against his chest and a light squeeze of a hug from Sanford.

Hank panted lightly, cursing the two mentally. Deimos just grinned up at Hank. “Sooo. I think San and I win!” Sanford hummed in agreement as he nodded grinning too as he bonked his head against the back of Hank’s. “Somehow that went way better than I had expected it to go.”

“You two better sleep with one eye open tonight.” Hank threatened, feeling his body physically relax against Sanford and Deimos. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say.”