#what should’ve happened

[sleepyspiriit]

GOD. SAM SHOULDVE KNOWN EVERYTHING ABOUT LUCIFER.

He should’ve known it wasn’t Cas from the second they got back. He should’ve known where Lucifer would go, he should’ve known all his plans.

They were together for DECADES. And Sam knows nothing? I refuse to believe that.

Casifer makes one movement, says one thing after coming back and Sam sinks to the floor, screaming “That’s not Cas.” At the top of his lungs and Lucifer is QUICK with his “Never could’ve fooled you, Sammy.”

[empress-of-myria]

[redadidassneakers]

Dumbledore: how good are you at slaying?

Sirius: we’ll I’d say I’m doing a great job so far, my outfit’s pretty slay today but-

Dumbledore: I meant how good are you at slaying people?

Sirius: that’s not a very slay thing to

Dumbledore: *stands up* I give up, a child army was a bad idea anyway

[sasukeprime]

the elders: we’re sorry, it’s policy

itachi: and i’m the police. bang bang bitch

[incorrectoceans8]

Harge: how exactly do you know my wife?

Carol: Harge

Therese: she didn’t tell you? Oh we’re fucking later

[etacyygnii]

Halsey: I’m not walking around a ship I built with my hands cuffed

Lasky: well that’s a shame, someone get the old lady a wheelchair

[landfilloftrash]

Nuff said

[winwinthepooh]

at shancai’s and ah si’s wedding

priest : do you take dong shancai as your lawful wife

ah si : i scooby dooby doo

shancai : i wanna divorce

[a-study-in-ginny-archive]

Fall

Gene’s breath caught in his throat as he remembered Brinker’s words -

Sports are finished for him.

They can’t be finished!

Well, what’d you think? His leg’s shattered, for Christ’s sake.

Well, if he can walk again, he can play sports…

He’s alive, Forrester, thank god for that!

But...it’s what he lives for.

He’ll have to live for something else from now on…

He wanted to start bawling when he thought about it - Finny, his Finny, not able to do the things he loved.

It was worse when the doctor said Finny was going home for the summer, when Finny didn’t come back on the first day of the fall session, when his best friend’s side of the room was empty.

He wasn’t sure how to feel, especially not when he came back to his room one snowy day and found Finny, smiling, bright Finny, sitting on his bed and waiting for him.

“Hey, pal, how’ve you been?” Finny had cried out, his eyes shining.

His expression didn’t change, not even when Gene had immediately grabbed him and kissed him.

Later that night, as they were silently laying in bed and curiously peering at each other, Gene finally spoke.

“Brinker said you’d have to find something else to live for,” he murmured. “Since, you know, you can’t play sports anymore.”

“Are you offering to be that something?” Finny asked, his green-blue eyes sparking with amusement. Gene scoffed, acting as if the thought had never crossed his mind, no matter how big of a lie that was.

Gene never could manage to make Finny stop smiling.