and here i thought he was really a happy kid

░ ❝ bright eyes sentence starters.

  • ❝ this is the first day of my life. ❞
  • ❝ i think i was blind before i met you. ❞
  • ❝ i realized that i need you and i wondered if i could come home. ❞
  • ❝ i’m glad i didn’t die before i met you. ❞
  • ❝ i mean i really think you like me. ❞
  • ❝ i know that it is freezing but i think we have to walk. ❞
  • ❝ i know you have a heavy heart. i can feel it when we kiss. ❞
  • ❝ it takes one to know you, kid, i think you’ve got it bad. ❞
  • ❝ i’m happy just because i found out i really am no one. ❞
  • ❝ i want a lover i don’t have to love. ❞
  • ❝ i thought he said to meet me here, but i’m not sure. ❞
  • ❝ i got a hunger and i can’t seem to get full. ❞
  • ❝ you write such pretty words, but life’s no storybook. ❞
  • ❝ love’s an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. ❞
  • ❝ yeah, they went wild. ❞
  • ❝ i’m wide awake, it’s morning. ❞
  • ❝ no one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter, sometimes that’s just the most comfortable place. ❞
  • ❝ i hope i don’t sound too ungrateful. ❞
  • ❝ when you’re asked to fight a war that’s over nothing, it’s best to join the side that’s gonna win. ❞
  • ❝ everything, it must belong somewhere. ❞
  • ❝ i know that now, that’s why i’m staying here. ❞
  • ❝ i was a fool, you were my friend. we made it happen. ❞
  • ❝ you stood there so brave. you used to be shy. ❞
  • ❝ it’s just, once something dies, you can’t make it live. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a sweet little kid, but i am a woman. ❞
  • ❝ someone might get hurt, but it won’t be me. ❞
  • ❝ you are the reoccurring kind. ❞
  • ❝ you never really leave my mind. ❞
  • ❝ you are a boomerang, you’ll see. you will return to me. ❞
  • ❝ no beauty could have come from me. ❞
  • ❝ i am a waste of breath, of space, of time. ❞
  • ❝ i am thankful that someone actually receives the prize that was promised by all those fairy tales that drugged us. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. ❞
  • ❝ ambition, i’ve found, can lead only to failure. ❞
  • ❝ each new act of war is tonight’s entertainment. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not angry, it happens. but you just can’t do it again. ❞
  • ❝ how grateful i was then, to be part of the mystery. to love and to be loved. let’s just hope that is enough. ❞
Let’s talk about twenty one pilots...

Let’s talk about Twenty One Pilots here for a second.
I think that the reason kids get so attached to this band is because they hear the music first. They hear how it goes from dark to happy ukulele and they can relate to that. Then they hear the lyrics. And the really attach themselves to them, because Tyler is so open about things. He sings about depression and suicidal thoughts and a lot of us know what thats like. Tyler makes things mean something to us and we realize that we can’t give up because there’s so many things that mean so much and we cant just give up on that.
…just my thoughts…

Wardrobe Changes, Jealousy, and Other Romantic Misunderstandings

Characters: Sam x Reader

Request: I love romantic misunderstandings! How about the reader changing the way she dresses and acts, doing things to get Sam to like her, but he just gets irritated by it because he thinks she’s changing for Dean and Sam liked her the way she was? Happy ending and lots of fluff, of course. May also feature exasperated big brotherly Dean being all like “Gah! You crazy kids just get it together!” Because that’s always hilarious:) Love you!

Author’s Note: Oh my god I loved writing this. I wasn’t even planning on doing more then a few paragraphs yesterday morning and five pages later here I am. Anyways I just thought this really turned out well. iamreadinginsecret, this was your request if I remember correctly. I can always count on you for genius ideas. I hope you like it. I made it extra fluffy with a lot of jealous Sam thrown in for you:) Enjoy!

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You held the curler to your head, feeling the strands of hair heat. You pulled it back and let the corkscrew curl bounce around your face before setting down the hair curler and running your fingers through your long mane. You combed your hair back and pulled it up into a stylish up-do, one that was fancier than your normal plain ponytail but not so fancy that you felt like you needed to put on a formal dress to match it. However, you did slip on a simple sundress, one that you hadn’t worn in years and even then only wore when one of your friends made you dress up for something. You swiped on some makeup although it had been so long since you last used it that it was all probably mostly expired but you didn’t care because it was all you had.

Why were you getting all dolled up for no reason? Well, it was simple, there was a reason and a good one. You were trying to get Sam to notice you. You had the biggest crush on the younger Winchester but he didn’t seem to notice you, at least not as anything more than a hunting partner. It had occurred to you that maybe Sam would see you as more than a hunter if you acted and dressed like something other than a hunter on occasion so that’s what brought you here.

You finished your makeup and grabbed your purse before heading out the door. You got into the car and began to drive away, the high heels on your shoes making the gas pedal feel much closer than it was and causing the car to lurch forward on occasion when you tried to speed up. You hoped Sam liked this new look and this whole thing ended up being worth it because this was a royal pain in the ass.

Your small home was only minutes from the bunker so you were there in no time. Normally you would have walked on such a nice day but with heels there was no way in hell, you could barely walk as it is. You made your way to the bunker door without incident and moved inside. The stairs however were another story entirely. You looked at the simple staircase that suddenly looked much more intimidating now that you wore a pair of pumps. You gripped the handrail tight and slowly moved down the first few steps, your ankles shaking with the instability of being a few inches taller. You had gotten down about half of the staircase with relative ease when a voice from the bottom of the stairs drew your attention away from your feet.

“Y/N! You look hot sweetheart!” called Dean.

You laughed and shook your head at the silly man and returned your focus to the uneven terrain you were navigating. Dean was one of your best friends. He flirted with you but it was all in good fun, he didn’t mean anything by it. It was just in his nature to flirt with just about anything with boobs, even if he wasn’t necessarily interested. He was fully aware of your feelings for Sam and supported the match 110%. He threw the two of you together every chance he could but you were always too shy to make any real move so you appreciated the gesture he was making. You were sure he did think you looked nice but you also knew that he announced his appreciation for your new looks so boisterously so that Sam would take notice too. You’d have to remember to buy him a six pack or something later to thank him.

Sam looked up from the book he was reading at the table in the middle of the room. His eyes scanned your body, taking in the dress and the shoes and the makeup and your heart sank a little when his brow furrowed and his mouth turned down. His eyes shot to his brother who was grinning up at you, his hand outstretched to help you down the stairs the rest of the way. You turned your eyes back to Dean, less certain of yourself now that you saw Sam’s seemingly unimpressed reaction. You eyes began to sting a little with the onset of unwanted tears and you were distracted just enough for your heeled shoe so slip on one of the steps. You fell forward, stumbling over the last few steps and landing heavily into Dean’s arms. Your fingers clutched at his broad shoulders as you steadied yourself and stood up, his hands settling on your waist  as he waited for you to get your balance.

“You okay?” he whispered and you knew he wasn’t just walking about the fall. He could always read you so well.

You nodded your head, your tears having cleared up as you tried to slip into that earlier confident demeanor. Your hands slid down Dean’s arms and you whispered ‘thank you’ just as you heard Sam loudly clear his throat.

“Hey Sam,” you said as you let Dean go and strolled towards his brother.

You came up beside him and stood, bending over slightly to look at what it was he was reading up on. You scanned the page he was on and as you did so you saw him out of the corner of your eye as his gaze roamed your body once more. This time his brow didn’t furrow but stayed suspiciously neutral, his mouth showing no expression whatsoever. Your jaw clenched  and released as you tried to keep up your happy attitude but inside you were screaming.

“You…uh…you look different. What’s with the dress and stuff?”

You straightened up and stepped back so he could get a better view and twirled in a circled, letting the dress float up and expose a little more of your leg. You saw Sam’s eyes drift down to your skirts hemline for an instant before shooting back up and over to his book.

“Just felt like dressing up today. Do you like it?” You asked enthusiastically.

“I like it!” Dean shouted as he passed behind you, his hand smacking your ass as he did. You yelped and shot him a hard look. Even when he was trying to help he couldn’t seem to rein in his flirtatious nature and you made a mental note to not get him that six pack after all.

When you looked back to Sam his eyes were on his brother and if looks could kill Dean would have spontaneously combusted in that moment. Your mouth quirked up at the corners at the thought that Sam might be jealous of his older brother’s treatment of you. Your enthusiasm was extinguished in the next minute though when Sam answered your question from earlier.

“Yeah. It looks fine.”

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“Stupid. So stupid,” you muttered to yourself as you paced in your room.

Okay, so technically this wasn’t your room but it might as well be. You’d taken over this extra bedroom here in the bunker and despite having your own apartment it wasn’t uncommon for you to spend your nights here after a long hunt. You weren’t sure when you accumulated so much of your stuff here but as you looked around the room you noticed it was littered with your clothes, some pictures and a number of books that you’ve already read.

Your bare feet slapped against the wooden floors as you paced, your high heels having been kicked across the room the moment you entered. You felt ridiculous for having thought that Sam saw you as anything but a hunting buddy. He had made that pretty clear earlier when he appraised your new look.

Dean had come in to talk to you the moment he saw you stomp off towards your room. He knew exactly why you were upset and was quick to try and convince you that Sam did, in fact, think you looked beautiful and was just being a dick.

“You two just need to get your shit together,” he said exasperatedly, “You need to tell him how you feel.”

You frantically shook your head at his suggestion, thanking him for his encouragement but telling him that you just wanted to be alone right now. Before he left for good he brought back a pair of his boxers and one of his worn flannels, knowing you would want to change out of that outfit as soon as possible. You smiled at him as he retreated again, knowing that despite his antics that he loved you like only a best friend could and despite your grouchy mood that made you smile.

You ripped off your dress as quickly as possible, bunching it up in a ball and throwing it into the corner where you hoped to never look at it again. You slipped on Dean’s clothes and was just about to settle in for the night when you decided that you better get a drink before you got too comfortable. You tiptoed into the hallway trying your best to be quiet just in case either of the boys were trying to sleep. You snuck into the the kitchen undetected and grabbed a bottle of water only to drop it to the floor when you were startled by a voice coming from directly behind you.

“Hey,” Sam said and he chuckled a little when he saw you jump

You turned to look up at him and his face was bright, his smile wide revealing a perfect set of white teeth. He was dressed in a plain gray t-shirt and you tried to ignore the face that he was also in a pair of boxers. What you couldn’t seem to ignore was the way the t-shirt stretched across his powerful chest, the sleeves pulling tight around his his muscled biceps. Your mouth felt dry as you watched him and you suddenly realized how badly you needed that bottle of water.

Fortunately Sam took that moment to bend down and retrieve the bottle for you giving you a moment to catch your breath and clear your mind. When he finally stood up, bottle in hand extended towards you, his face had fallen into a more hardened expression. His jaw was tight and you could see a muscle ticking where he was clenching his teeth. His eyes were no longer on your face now but on your clothes  and you felt your face heat under his inspection but not in the good way.

“Are…are those Dean’s clothes?” he bit out.

You looked down at yourself trying to understand what the problem was. Before you could stutter out an answer though Sam slammed the bottle on the counter and turned, stomping across the kitchen towards the hallway. Normally your go-to reaction would be to feel upset and a little hurt but you had had enough at this point. You followed quickly after him until you reached the darkened hallway, your voice carrying across the way and echoing off of the walls.

“You know Sam, I understand if you don’t like me like that but you don’t have to be so mean. I have feelings too, you know?”

Sam stopped in his tracks, his head cocking to the side before he spun around to face you. He looked confused and angry and you saw his fingers twitching at his sides as he thought about what to say. You waited, your chest heaving with your anger, your throat tightening painfully as you fought off the urge to cry.

“That’s what you think? You think I don’t like you?” he said incredulously.

“Well…” you grumbled, “it’s obvious by your reaction to my new look earlier that you don’t. I got all dolled up for you and you could barely stand to look at me. I get that you don’t feel the same way as I feel about you but you don’t have to act like your so appalled by me.”

You were so caught up in your tirade, in your heated words that you didn’t notice the tears streaming down your face until you stopped to take a breath. You wiped at the moisture that wetted your cheeks, embarrassed at yourself for looking so weak. Sam’s face grew angry and you wondered how in the hell you had managed to piss him off. This was getting so out of hand and you suddenly regretted ever coming over in the first place.

“That’s what you think? You think I’m appalled by you? Y/N, I love you.”

Your muscles tensed and it felt like your heart ceased to continue beating inside your chest at that moment. Your hands shook as you looked into his honey colored eyes. He looked serious, deadly serious actually but you just couldn’t fathom him meaning what he said after his reaction to you earlier.

“I don’t understand,” you told him, your voice beginning to shake.

“When I was acting that way earlier it wasn’t because I didn’t like the way you looked. I did, it just…wasn’t you. I like you in your jeans and your t-shirts. I thought when you came in all dressed up that you were….”

His voice trailed off and his hand came up to rub against the back of his neck. He looked nervous or embarrassed or maybe a combination of the two. He didn’t continue after a few seconds you so you spoke up, hoping to push him to finish his explanation.

“Thought I was what, Sam?”

“I thought you were getting all dressed up for Dean. I thought you liked him.”

You didn’t want to laugh but the idea was so ridiculous to you that you couldn’t help yourself. You snorted loudly, a giggle creeping up your throat until you were full on laughing, your hands moving to cover your mouth as you noticed his cheeks blush red.

“You thought I liked Dean? Sam…come on. Dean and I are just friends and there is no way in hell it’ll ever be more than that. He just can’t help himself when it comes to flirting. You of all people should know that.”

Sam’s shoulders dropped, the tightness in his muscles relaxing the moment your words reached his ears. He let out a shaky breath, one he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and for the first time during this conversation his mouth pulled up into a gentle smile. He began to walk towards you, taking slow tentative steps as his eyes bore into yours watching for any sign that what he was doing wasn’t something you absolutely wanted. When he was toe to toe with you you felt his fingers brush your wrist and begin to travel up your arm to your shoulder till his palm rested at your jaw, his thumb brushing back and forth across your cheek. He leaned down, his movements slow and deliberate as his lips inched towards you, his eyes never leaving your face. He paused just as his soft lips brushed yours, not quite putting enough pressure to call it a real kiss as he waited for your approval. You didn’t think for once, didn’t give it a second thought as you closed your eyes and leaned in to close the distance, a sigh vibrating your throat as you felt his mouth press firmly against yours.

His other hand joined his first to hold the other side of your face. The kiss was slow and shy, just like a first kiss should be. It made your heart thump loudly and your hands quivered as they slid up his chest to rest on his shoulders. When he pulled away you were breathing heavily, the intense emotions roiling inside you making it hard for you to calm yourself. Sam tilted your head up so look at him and as you looked into those deep, sparkling eyes the bad memories from earlier seemed to fade away, replaced with nothing but Sam.

You and him had a lot to talk about and there would be plenty of time for that tomorrow but tonight you were happy with just being with Sam, touching him and having him look at you like you were the only thing in his world that mattered. He slid his hand down your arm and linked your fingers together, leading you down the hall to his bedroom. He stepped through the door and just as you went to follow him you spotted something off to the side. You looked farther down the hall to see Dean who was leaning against the door frame to his room, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you, a proud smile on his lips. He sent you a playful wink before returning to his room and you smiled, realizing that you should have listened  to him from the start.

You walked into Sam’s room and closed the door, your eyes finding him on the other side of the room digging through his dresser drawers. You crossed the room and stood next to him, peering around him to see what he was searching for.

“What are you doing?” you laughed as you watched him.

He pulled out a clean pair of his boxers similar to the ones he was wearing and yanked out one of his flannels. He turned to you and placed them in your arms before leaning down and placing a quick kiss against your lips.

“I like you better in my clothes,” he murmured in your ear before he stood up.

You raced into the bathroom and changed, leaving Dean’s discarded clothes in a pile in the corner making yet another mental note to give them back to him tomorrow. You checked the mirror one last time before returning to Sam, loving the feel of his clothes against your skin. Maybe it was nice to dress up every once in awhile, but you’d choose Sam’s flannel over a dress any day.

It feels kind of fitting that I moved back home on fathers day. He build the original one with his Dad when he was a kid, and now I’ve rebuilt it… well I paid someone else to rebuild it… but I made sure it looked exactly like the one they built. After the fire I never thought I’d go home again, but I was able too today and I really couldn’t be happier to be here. It’s not exactly like the one before, the one I actually grew up in, but it’s pretty damn close. 

Initial GM Money thoughts

Markle friendship!!!! It makes me so happy
Minkus/Farkle scenes killed me

And what I really noticed about this episode was a huge lack of self-indulgent overly meta-ness….and I really think that made such a difference. There was just straight focus on characters and it was great. Yes there were a few moments here and there (Pluto will always be a planet in my room, for example), but it was just the perfect amount to not be too much.

And I enjoyed Mark Cuban, he’s one of the first adults to really shut the kids (Riley and Lucas at least) down, which is sometimes needed.