#it feels like it is but it's not

[loserr-rawr]

In my line of sight.

summary : sam won't let dean out of his sight, that's it guys · · ·

timeline : takes place after 3x11 [mystery spot] aka sam's groundhog day ·

genre : angst (?) · · · · words : 698 · · ·

· [probably ooc, this is me indulging myself, ok y'all?] · · · ·

"don't leave."

dean raises his brows, confused. "hah– what?" he cocks his head to the side, a dry laugh slipping past his lips as he marches towards the desk beside the door, his hand swiftly grabbing the car keys and twirling it around his index finger.

"i said, don't leave." sam repeats with a heavy sigh, springing up from the bed with stiff shoulders and a restless look. He looks.. tired. just completely and utterly fed up.

the tone catches dean off guard, he stumbles with his words for a quick second then regains his composure soon enough, "dude, i just want food." dean shrugs, yet the concern in his voice is palpable. It's been two weeks, two weeks since that bastard trickster stuck poor sammy into an 'endless' loop of tuesdays.

and it's been two weeks of sam acting like a complete paranoid psycho on the verge of being sent off to a psych ward, he wouldn't— couldn't let dean go anywhere by himself, sam and him had fought more than he could count over these past few days over sam's.. whatever he has.

"so?" sam huffs, "let's just– I mean, let's go order a pizza or something", he suggests appealingly, taking out his phone and approaching dean with large strides, casually leaning against the door as he begins to dial the place.

dean shakes his head, chuckling under his breath as he takes the phone out of sams hand, "nah, I'll check on marissa, too, see if she's okay." and he snaps it shut, tossing it somewhere on the bed while grinning cockily.

sam splutters, staring at dean with a deadpan expression, unamused and sighing in annoyance, then suddenly he's taking his coat from the chair, walking hurriedly to get his discarded phone back, and "fine, let's go then."

dean looks around dramatically and raises his hands up, "the hell you are, sam i need some me time, with her", dean jerks his shoulders up and widens his eyes.

and sam, he stays quiet, as if assessing the situation at hand, he looks back and forth at his brothers face and at the keys dangling from his fingers, and his face falls eerily quick. "no." it was stern, more of a command rather than a disagreement.

sam sounded— looked serious, throwing his coat and phone back on his bed and turning to face dean, "look, let's just– let's just stay here, alright? it can wait" even with the sudden shift of urgency in his tone, sam remained purposeful and deliberate in his actions.

admittedly, dean is shocked at the whole ordeal, mouth opening and closing like a dying fish, this was new.. well, this whole thing with sam is, and imagine his surprise when his car keys get rapidly snatched away from his hand in quick succession."what the–?" dean swallows, his gaze darting towards sam and he almost loses it.

but he has compassion and understanding settling deep inside his bone marrow, so he sucks in a breathes, and he lets sam do just that, though not without a scoff of disbelief falling from his mouth as he runs a hand through his short hair roughly and plopping down hard on his bed.

"alright seriously sam, wanna tell me what's going on with you, huh?", dean's tone is low, as if keeping his frustrations at bay, a little intimidating but also weirdly coaxing, "this is getting ridiculous, i mean–", he bites his lips, rubbing his hands on his thighs.

at this, sam breathes in, already sensing his impending headache, he tosses the car keys back on the desk with a loud clang, and dean stares at the action, itching to 'careful' sam, "this again? i told you im–" "fine?" dean finishes with an edge.

and sam inhales sharply, his lips twitching into a slight frown, "just drop it, dean." sam presses his palm over his eyes, trudging towards his bed and plopping down on it just as hard.

dean watches, cranes his neck to stare at sam covering his eyes with his forearm, letting the tension simmer down and the silence stretch out uncomfortably.

"sam–" he attempts,

"dean." and sam interjects.

silence, again, "alright fine, let's go, together."

[pirateprincessjess]

When I was early on in my transition I got in a Lyft, and the driver was this big country guy. I was a little nervous so I just sat quietly in the back.

After a moment he changed the music on his phone to what sounded like a Hatsune Miku song. Curiosity got the better of me, so I finally spoke up and said “is this Hatsune Miku?”

And he said “Yep. You looked uncomfortable, and I know Transgender women like Hatsune Miku, so I thought it might help.”

I think about that interaction a lot.

[mobgoblin]

Queued right up for it

[astriiformes]

I know that realistically you can only fit so many movies into a list of approximately 100, but I cannot take that "How many of tumblr's favorite movies have you seen?" list that's been going around seriously because there are some truly egregious omissions.

Some of it is very clearly recency bias, which makes me wonder if the op truly wasn't on here in 2013 or so, but you're telling me you made a list of "tumblr's favorite movies" that doesn't include Pacific Rim or Mad Max: Fury Road? Because, like, I was there, Gandalf.

[wacklemons]

lets scream with mama

TERFS STOP INTERACTING WITH THIS POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DONT LIKE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF YOU DONT RESPECT TRANS WOMEN GET OFF MY BLOG!!!!!! PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!

[sunflowermp4]

ITS DOECHII BITCH MISS D-O-E DON DADA BITCH YOU NOTICE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dredsina]

Ive said this before but swear the biggest skill to learn as an adult is how to resist high-pressure sales tactics. You do NOT have to answer questions with anything other than "Sorry I'm not interested." No matter how nice they are or no matter how many follow up questions they ask or even how agitated they get when you stand your ground. Just keep saying I'm not interested. Don't answer their questions. Don't give them an opening to try to push back on your reasons. Be a fucking brick wall of I'm not interested.

[alleesaur]

casual blue crab miku doodle

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

Love it when Rolling Stone puts out an article about the 25 most influential internet creators and I've only heard of 7 of them

[guooey]

really beautiful things are happening between americans and chinese netizens right now

[retquits]

there is something so crazy and powerful about having art of your oc that was made by anyone other than yourself. like oh my god you actually exist outside of my own brain that's WILD

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[mercurio-shadowz]

shadow is a gay parrot: the comic

(Y'ALL I HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO TITLE THIS I'M SORRY LMAO)

[inbabylontheywept]

so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.

the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.

i had like, fifteen raw eggs.

i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.

except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.

so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.

[duckysprouts]

when ur just a funky little skater punk hedgehog

(idk if u can tell but only his bangs are straightened, he has braids)