Sam: This plan backfired
Dean: We need to fix this!
Everyone: No! Please don’t
Angels: *tries to stop TFW*
Castiel: GET AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND!
*Destiel eye sex*
Sam: this is my fault
*flips beautiful hair dramatically*
Winchester #1: *keeping something from the other*
Winchester #2: is there something you’re hiding from me?
Winchester #1: No
Winchester #2: oh ok
Later on in the season
Winchester #2: You lied to me!
Winchester #1: I’m sorry!
Winchester#2: *full on soap opera* I cant be near you!
Dean: SAMMY!
Sam: DEAN!
*one of them dies
*come back to life
Winchester #1: *while hugging* oh thank Chuck you’re alive! I will never lie or keep something from you ever again!
Whinchester #2: ok I forgive you
*more Destiel eye sex*
Sam: ok I think I have figured out a way to fix our problem. But there is a small chance we could set off an even worse problem.
Dean: let’s do it! What’s the worst that can happen? What do you say Cas?
Cas: I don’t know Dean this could be a bad idea
Dean: please? *heart and puppy eyes*
Cas: *Brain singing: I will always love you with heart eyes and a rainbow in the background* ok
*plan backfires*
*Adam dancing in the cage*
*and repeat*
Sometimes I still think about the person who stole my phone and I feel sorry for them, because if they have been curious and looked through it, they have found themselves surrounded by smut fanarts about my otps, emo music and unfinished fanfictions
idk why but i’m laughing when i imagine this situation in real life
Tagging: @sticki-notes
Somehow, despite all odds, Connor had survived. His dad was furious with him, yelling about how he threw away everything he was given, Zoe was completely silent, fury in her eyes, and his mother was … heartbroken. They sent him to rehab, and Connor knew that deep down they all wished he hadn’t woken up.
He sighed, twitching slightly as he tried to get used to being without drugs, they had given him nicotine patches to help ease him into it but it barely helped. They had also put him on mood stabilizers, to help him out with his anger issues and depression. Getting him to take them was a fight every morning.
It had been a week and nobody came to visit him, and frankly it was exactly what Connor expected. It wasn’t like anybody noticed him. It wasn’t like anyone gave a damn. He looked up at the sound of footsteps, sneering at the nurse.
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Sam: My husband passed away recently..
Gabriel: Quit telling people I’m dead!
Sam: *yelling angrily* WELL MAYBE IF YOU STOP FUCKING PRETENDING TO BE DEAD I WOULDNT KEEP TELLING PEOPLE YOU WERE!
now which fandom shall i make fanart of… (btw, the ‘badges’ are not in particular order. My memory is too bad to remember which fandom comes earlier. I might forgot some other fandoms as well)
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not be involved with fandoms and boy do I feel sorry for those who don’t know the joys of staying up all night reading fanfics