osric + kitten = ?//?????? /


My name is Annie Clare Sawyer. And two years ago, I died. But in so many ways, that’s when my life began. In the company of horrors, I learned about friendship and loyalty, sacrifice and courage. Humanity isn’t a species. It’s a state of mind. It can’t be defeated. It moves mountains, it saves souls. We were blessed as much as we were cursed. In this little enclave of the lost, I witnessed the very best of being human. 

( YOU’LL NEVER LEAVE HARLAN ALIVE ) [listen/download✸ a justified fanmix, requested by mycharmingcaptain 

ain’t no grave -johnny cash ✸ barton hollow - the civil wars ✸ little lovin’ - lissie ✸ the plains / bitter dancer - fleet foxes ✸ dustbowl dance - mumford & sons ✸ run daddy run - miranda lambert ✸ personal jesus - johnny cash ✸ long hard time to come - gangstagrass 

Cooler (New Girl AU)

“So?” Dean spreads his arms. “Look how handsome I look.”

“That is a woman’s leather jacket, Dean,” Cas informs him.

“This jacket has clean lines,” Dean points out, “and pockets that won’t quit.”

“And room for your hips,” Victor says.

“And when I wear it I feel hot to trot.”

“Okay, do not say hot to trot,” Benny says.

“My coat makes me say things like that!” Dean exclaims, his face jubilant.

“First of all, it’s not your coat,” Victor says, brandishing the package it had come in that morning.

“True, it may have been delivered to the wrong address,” Dean says, “but then tell me… why does it fit like a damn glove?”

He moonwalks very poorly across the floor; the rest of the loft watches him with judgmental grimaces.

“It’s someone else’s woman’s coat,” Cas says slowly.


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