the nightmares that once plagued him about hell had long become a vacant and faint scar, because after all it had truly been a lifetime ago. his stoic and ten-yard stare crumbles, and brows knit together, " see a lot has happened. the whole thing sam got me caught up in. it went south just as fast as it began. cas let out some freaks who wanted to hungry hungry hippos the world. " he rambled on as he leans back against the frame of his bed, he had let her take it prior. another nightmare awoke lisa which were getting easier to handle, but he couldn't to think this all began during and after he had left her, her and ben. the road to his time in purgatory started there, " so me and sam we had to stop them. then we lost bobby soon after that. and so i swore i'd kill ever last son of a bitch. "
the wounds had healed yet it was still like the nerves were and still are raw, he and sam helped bobby pass on, and had accepted and got a chance to say goodbye to the their father figure. unlike john. deep hazel eyed gaze meets the ground as if this, " and so we fought the levithens. and i killed their leader, guy was a real dick...but apparently killing him was a one way ticket to, purgatory. " and part of the elder winchester recalls his time there. how much he truly felt at home in a place of endless monster free-for-all, but it has an ending he had always resigned himself too. a fight til the death. a bloody and brutal ending is what met most hunters he has known and cared about, " ..it's where all things monsters go when they die. a free-for-all that never ends, never turns to night, and it's like all time was standing still. It was bloody. messy. 31 flavors of bottom dwelling nasties."
cas left him and so did sam. it was far from the whole story, but it was brief and only up til the moment he got transported to purgatory. it would give lisa time to fully digest the sheer craziness of his story. the clanking of glass can be heard as he slips out a set of beers, and setting on up behind him on the bed. twisting off the lid taking a swig, and all of that within the year since he left the braedens in that hospital room. unaware of who he was and the injuries of lisa under a false guise. a sore subject all around even more so now.
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shoutout to the guy who after unsuccessfully hitting on my sister and being politely declined asked her "is it okay if i ask your brother instead" and when she said yes gave me a long and searching look before sighing and going "no. i am not drunk enough to go for a dude. but you look like an angel" happy bisexual pride to this man and this man only. hope you figure it out soon king
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I keep seeing people use this image as a reaction to people's original posts:
Which I think is really incorrect, because with an original post they haven't come up to ur window, u've come up to their window.
So I made this, as a more accurate reaction for original posts:
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at least sisyphus only had one never-ending task. i have like 50 and all of them cost money
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horrible news: you have to practice to level up your skills because it's unrealistic to think you'll be good at everything first try
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had a real life "and everybody clapped" moment and im still reeling. spent the rest of the ride comparing butterfly pics with the old lady next to me trying to identify it
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are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me
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So y’all know the classic edge trope of “my blade cannot be sheathed until it has tasted blood”? What if a magic sword that has that requirement, except it’s sort of inverted. A sword that, instead of being inhabited by an evil spirit which once awakened cannot be lulled back to sleep except by blood sacrifice, was inhabited by a benevolent spirit who would not allow the sword to be drawn unless bloodshed were the only possible solution. A sword whose power could never be misused because it would only allow itself to be used in situations where it was justified. What about a Paladin who spends their entire journey fighting with a sheathed sword, incapacitating but never killing or maiming. The party believes that the Paladin has taken an oath of no killing, until they face the big villain. And it is in that moment, and that moment alone, that the sword will allow itself to be drawn.
Idk, this image set my mindwheels a-turning.
But do y’all see the vision?
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its so scary to put yourself out there but a SINGLE message saying "hi i loved what you made it touched me in some way" makes it all worth it 10000%
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