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Jared Padalecki at Tough Mudder 2015

i’ll never understand those tumblr users who don’t like benedict and are proud of it and of not reblogging his things on their blogs (always calling him an alien and making fun of his name, of course), as if it would make them better than others

like wow

you don’t like an actor

you don’t reblog his things

wow

wowowowow what an accomplishment

here is your nobel for not liking benedict cumberbatch

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Tokyo Ghoul Week √2 :: Day 07
Sloth - Desire to rest.

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When we meet real tragedy in life, we can react in two ways - either by losing hope and falling into self-destructive habits, or by using the challenge to find our inner strength. But what’s really on the inside? All your insecurities never made me blink one time. After all I am a tragedy…

Still salty that SasuSaku is a thing.

I would understand if Sakura and Naruto didn’t end up together (even though that’s how it should be) but Sasuke beat and tried to murder Sakura with no remorse multiple times. And Sakura grew to realize how abusive and manipulative Sasuke had become and grew into a stronger character because of it. Then here comes chapter 700 to throw away years of character development.

Ain't That A Hole In A Boat

Description: Dean x Reader. Angsty fluff. Part 2 to “Ain’t That A Kick In The Head”… ! (have a read here) Set straight after part 1, Sam’s keeping a close eye out for the reader. Dean obliviously carries on being himself.
Words: 2,866
Warnings: none?
Author’s note: Named after another line from the same song because why not? This actually brought back an amusing memory for me of the time I met the Sheriff of Nottingham. Lovely lady if not a little intimidating, apparently wasn’t a robin hood fan but that’s a whole different story. Got multiple requests for this part 2 so I hope it’s kinda what people wanted!

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The theory of closing your door to leave the world to its own devices only worked for so long. Sam knocked on your door and brought you a cup of tea early in the morning. He said nothing of detail about the evening before and neither did you, you didn’t want Dean knowing about your outburst and you sure as hell didn’t want to cry over it again.

“Hope you slept alright, I cut some extra fruit up in the fridge if you want it.” Sam said with a small smile.

You thanked him as he came in and put the mug by your side. He ruffled your hair playfully causing you to bat him off with a laugh and glare, before he left you to yourself again.

You sat back and sipped on your drink as you flicked through some webpages on your laptop. You were hoping for a hunt to distract all of you, but the only strange goings on within the immediate area seemed to be more related to high schoolers playing pranks than anything else.

Some time mid morning you heard the usual sounds of the boys around the bunker so decided to make yourself known. Throwing on jean shorts, a simple shirt and plugging your iPod headphones in, you made your way through to the kitchen. Sam rarely let you touch his healthy food so you weren’t going to turn it down.

You wandered over to the fridge and saw the little plate of fruit salad waiting, you smiled as you reached up to grab it. Getting a fork from the drawer, you stabbed a piece of melon and popped it in your mouth. You swayed a little to your music as you ate the fruit.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you completely zoned out. Just as you got to the best part of the song you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and host you a few feet off the floor and you nearly dropped your plate in shock.

“Boo!” Dean said with a smirk.

You yanked out a headphone as he put you back down and clenched your teeth.

“Jesus Christ, Dean, don’t do that!” You snapped as you straightened up.

“Good morning to you too.” He grumbled, looking taken aback at your response.

“Sleep well?” You said, mentally kicking yourself when you thought of the implications of the comment.

Dean just gave you his signature smug grin and wink. Rolling your eyes, you stabbed a piece of banana and made a hurried excuse to leave.

By the time you were back to your room you could feel the lump in your throat as you swallowed but you refused to acknowledge it. Crying at this point wouldn’t achieve anything. Looking around for a distraction, you put your headphones back in and found your laptop again and decided to look into more possible cases.

A few hours later and you had found something of interest a 6 hour drive away. Although the idea of being stuck in a car for that long seemed like torture, the case was what you thought you needed. You called Sam in and went over the details of the information. After confirming that there was quite possibly something of interest, you all decided to be ready to leave in an hour.

By the time you had arrived, you had decided if Dean played one more Metallica song, you were going to physically break the tape in half yourself. Possibly with a sledgehammer. You had been stuck in the impala with the boys in an intense silence with only one chance to stretch your legs. Dean had started to mention something that the other girl said last night, on seeing your steely face in the rear view mirror, Sam shut him down with a few comments. Dean had told Sam to loosen up and turned up the music, however, not a word had been said by any of you since.

You pulled up outside of town so that you could all get changed into your FBI gear. It was early evening by this point so the more information you could get before closing hours of local businesses, the better. Once you all looked presentable, you went over the details one more time before heading to the police station.

Dean lead the way to the reception desk, where an older looking man was sitting behind the computer.

“Hey there, I’m Agent Smith, this is Agent Tyler and Wilson.” Dean said flashing his badge and gesturing to Sam and you respectively. “We’re here about the recent murders.”

“Uh huh. And the FBI are interested in that?” The man said with a strong southern drawl.

You nodded firmly and took a step forward.

“Who can we talk to about it?” You said.

“Um, well that’d be the Sheriff. I’ll be right back, there’s a coffee machine over there if you’d like some.”

You all murmured your thanks and Dean made a beeline for the machine. By a few minutes later you were all silently cuddling your highly caffeinated drinks as you waited for the sheriff.

“Hello? Agents?” A female voice said from behind you. “I’m the sheriff, can I help?”

You turned around to see a tall and surprisingly young sheriff stood looking at you. She couldn’t have been much older than 35 and she had a striking figure even in the loose fitting uniform she wore. And judging by Dean’s eyes, you weren’t the only one who had noticed.

“Hi there, sheriff, my name’s Agent Smith. We’re here about the, well, the ‘suspicious’ murders over the past few weeks.” Dean said with a little more enthusiasm than necessary.

“We found the person responsible just yesterday, into some real strange Satanist stuff. Sorry to disappoint you.” She replied with a warm smile.

“I’m sure you don’t usually disappoint.” Dean said with a cheeky eyebrows raise, causing you to nearly choke on your drink.

You exchanged a look with Sam, who was a little wide eyed, but didn’t look surprised. The woman simply laughed and carried on.

“I can let you guys look over the case file, but it was an open close case in all honesty. Follow me.” She said with a slight smirk playing on her lips.

“That’d be perfect, thanks.” Dean smiled.

You bit the inside of your cheek hard. A case apparently hadn’t been quite the distraction you’d been expecting.

“I better call this in, I’ll be back in a minute.” You said. You quickly patted your blazer pocket, pivoted on your heels and left before anyone could say another word.

Once outside you took a deep breath and walked over to lean on the impala. The boys couldn’t make an excuse to come and see you straight off so you could at least have a few minutes peace and quiet. You let your hair out of the ponytail it had been in and massaged your scalp a little.

You never let things like this knock you off of your game, but you also never thought Dean would be able to brush off what happened so easily. It was hard to think it had only been a few days over a week.

Only just over a week ago you thought he had felt the same, thought that he had a little more respect for you than the next woman he saw… Or the one after that.

Letting out a slight groan, you felt your phone vibrate and got your it out from your pocket. There was one new message from Sam.

Are you ok?

You scoffed and punched in your reply.

Just peachy.

You knew he’d see through it and it was a little childish but you didn’t expect him to not see through it. You knew he’d probably worked it out straight away.

Putting the phone back into your blazer pocket, you let out a sigh. It was surprising to you that you were reacting as you were, you’d known Dean for years and it wasn’t as if you hadn’t had fallings out before, but this was definitely the icing on the cake. For starters, he didn’t even seem to know you were annoyed which, in fact, made it worse.

Your phone didn’t go off again but you pretended to look busy anyway, in case of prying eyes. After about 10 minutes, both Winchesters marched out of the station and towards you.

“They got them. It was a witch, hoodoo stuff, but they’re locked up and not getting out any time soon.” Sam said as they got level with you.

“A witch is stopped, and I didn’t have to touch any bodily fluids, I think this is a win.” Dean said, smiling to himself and unlocking the impala door, he held your door open and you slumped in.

“I reckon we stay in a motel for the night, I think it’s best we work out our next move from here rather than going all the way back too the bunker.” Sam said as he opened the passenger side.

“Sounds logical. Y/N, why’d you leave by the way?” Dean said as you all bundled into your seats.

“I needed air.” You muttered quietly, avoiding the concerned look that Sam gave you.

As you drove to the closest motel, chat was lighthearted and airy. You noted a few poignant comments from Sam that were trying to hint to Dean about the situation, but you did a good job of flitting over them.

By the time you arrived, it was getting late and much to your annoyance, there was only one room left. You felt a knot in the pit of your stomach when the hotelier said it.

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t shared beds with the Winchesters before, being smaller than both of them, it was usually easier. It was just the current situation that was the problem. You had even enjoyed having giant heaters in some of the cooler evenings, but today was a little different.

You accepted the keys and grabbed your bags before heading off to the room. As soon as you got in, you saw exactly what you expected, two double beds with very little room for much else in the room. You made a flippant comment about being a shower and headed straight for the bathroom.

You locked the door behind you and stood looking at your reelection for a moment. You stripped off and jumped in the shower, probably spending a little too long, but there was something nice about having the time alone.

As you hopped out and began to towel dry your hair, you heard the boys talking in quiet voices in the room.

“So who’s sharing with Y/N, then?” You heard Dean say.

“I think it’s better if I do, don’t you?” Sam replied.

“What’s that meant to mean?”

“Come on man, I know what happened between you two the other day.”

You stopped what what you were doing instantly and strained to listen.

“When did she tell you?”

“Well she didn’t say directly, but I worked it out from Cas then I wondered how I hadn’t noticed how off she’d been. Then yesterday I found her crying”

“She’s been what? Wait, crying?” You could hear the shock catch in Dean’s voice.

“You slept with her, left her alone and then you carry on as if nothing happened? Then bringing a girl back? Yeah, Dean, she’s upset. Even for your standards, you’re being an idiot.”

It all went quiet for a moment on the other side of the door. You tried to hear further comments but they were back to even lower voices. You heard one final grumble from Dean and then winced as you heard the door slam shut.

You took a shaky breath as you fumbled to throw your hair up into a towel. That wasn’t meant for you to hear but there was no way to erase it now. Hearing what had happened said out loud so bluntly had a similar effect to being hit by a truck. You put on the clean clothes you’d taken into the bathroom with you and tried to make yourself look half presentable. Make yourself look confident and you may just be able to brush it off as if you hadn’t heard a thing.

You straightened your clothes one final time and with a sweaty palm, you opened the door and strode out. 

“You heard all that, didn’t you.” You froze as you heard the voice from the corner. You muttered a swear word under your breath as you turned to meet it.

“Dean… Look, I-”

“No, l didn’t realise, I’m sorry.” He took a few steps forward and ran a hand over his face. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Not for you, maybe. Do you ever think before you do?”

“I try not to.” Dean said with a smug smile which quickly dissolved as he saw its effect. “Crap, no, I didn’t mean it like that! I meant as in-”

“I know, believe me, I know.” You scoffed. “It’s fine, really, my fault for thinking it was more than a one night stand.”

You bit your lip hard in an attempt to keep back tears, you were not going to cry in front of two Winchesters in as many days if you could possibly help it.

“It’s not your fault, I was a… well, I was me. I didn’t mean to hurt you, you’ve gotta know that, right?” Dean said softly.

“Right.” You shook your head and looked up to the ceiling. “Of course, Dean Winchester, the righteous man. Got it.”

Dean’s jaw clenched and unclenched as he looked at you. You knew it would strike a chord, but you weren’t going to let him charm himself out of it that easily.

“Y/N, it’s not like you think.” He said pulling a face. Dean paced backwards and forwards a little, massaging his temples. You were on the verge of leaving when you heard him speak again in a low voice.

“I hate this. I care for you, but we’re hunters, I know you’ve heard it a billion times, but we can’t have weaknesses like that. People end up dead. You’ve been around for, what? 4 years now? I-… We both rely on you. For things to change, for you to leave for good ‘cause something went wrong, it wouldn’t be right-”

“I’m not sure if staying around is best for now.” You said cutting him off mid-speech. The ease it came out shocked you, the Winchesters were family, but staying around would make things harder than needed for everyone involved.

“What? You’re leaving?” He said, face dropping and head shaking a little in shock.

“Dean, getting jealous watching you chase every skirt that walks past isn’t going to make me an efficient hunter.”

“Then don’t get jealous. I’ll stop.”

“That’s not going to happen, though, is it?” You rolled your eyes, you paused, planning on saying something else. Before you could, he crossed the room and roughly crashed his lips against yours.

For a moment you stayed dead still in surprise, but after a second or two, you melted into it. You repeatedly told yourself how you should push him off and walk out, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. His hand softly found the crook of your neck and angled your head better towards him. You left your arms loose at your side, still unsure on how to react.

After much too short an amount of time, he pulled away, breathless and eyes shooting open wide.

“Dean, don’t do-” You started.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to feel bad-”

“We’re the choices we make, and I’m making it.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving visibly as he searched your face for a reaction. You blinked a couple of times, desperately trying to process the last few minutes.

“Y/N…”

“You’re not just doing this as a way to keep me around?” You said hurriedly.

“I swear to God, Cas and whoever else I need to. I’m making my decision now.”

“I can’t deal with you changing your mind tomorrow morning again, I…” You faltered.

“I won’t.” Dean said. “I promise, I won’t.”

You tucked a stay piece of wet hair behind your ear and brought your gaze up to meet his own. He risked a small smile, relaxing visibly when you mirrored it.

“Are we good?” He said cautiously.

“For now.” You let out a small laugh. He pulled you in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head as you hugged back. You wrapped your arms around him and mindlessly fiddled with the material of his shirt.

You were still there ten minutes later when Sam came back in, he was as sceptical as you’d expected him to be. It was only by a month later, when Dean held to his word and you had settled into a happy routine, that he backed off. It was a bad beginning, but the light at the end of the tunnel was exactly what you’d hoped for.