Just because my opinion is different from yours doesn’t mean it should automatically disqualify it. Funny how you want me to listen to yours, but you want nothing to do with mine. It doesn’t work that way, sugar
One of my goals this year is to watch at least one film I’ve never seen every week this year, and so far, I’ve watched 6 films I’ve never seen before and I love this project so much it’s so fun I love film I love art I love expression yay
Wincest Writing Challenge- January Prompt: salt and burn | partner: @just-another-busy-fangirl Pairing: Wincest | Rating: PG | Wordcount: 1,342 Summary: Sometimes the worst ghosts are those in our hearts. A/N: Thanks to @anotherwinchesterfangirl for her help <3
1995 - Bangor, Maine
“But, why salt?” Sam shifted from foot to foot as he stood next to the open grave. The salt inside the metal canister made a soft s-s-s-s noise as he moved it from one hand to the next. “I mean, you’re gonna burn the bones. That seems pretty final to me.”
They’d finally agreed that, at twelve years old, Sam could join them on his first salt-and-burn. The rules were clear - Sam would be relegated to shovel holder and salt carrier while his dad and brother took point in dealing with the spirit.
John wiped his brow leaving a dark smudge across his forehead and then pulled himself out of the grave. The dirt piled to the side smelled moldy and Sam wasn’t sure how the two of them could stand it. Looking up at John, who was sweaty and covered in that dirt, it seemed nothing could effect his father.
“It has to do with purification. Salt helps connect the ghost back to the earth and to its bones. Then we send the spirit on its way by burning the bones.” John said, and then signaled Sam, who shook out grains all along the opening.
As he moved along the eight-foot long hole, he stared at the uncovered dirt walls of the grave with its small roots and rocks imbedded there and back up to the granite headstone of Mrs. Evelyn Whitsett. Anywhere but at the glimpse of white bones lying below him in the broken casket.
The spectre appeared before Sam had finished with the salt. He was knocked to the ground hard, his head bouncing off a rock. The shrieking noise it made was unbearable, but it was cut short as Dad swung an iron crowbar that cut Mrs. Whitsett in half.
You better try protecting Flo on Twitter cause she's getting dragged
I’ve seen both love & hate toward Flo. I think that everyone is entitled to their own opinions and I respect that even if I don’t necessarily agree. I will try my hardest to send her love rather than hate as I do not know everything about Flo’s life and I don’t wish to know that either. I know it can be hard at times but as Ellen Degeneres says below, let’s spread love not hate and respect each other even when we disagree :)