bit of a problem really

2

do you feel that too?

7

Desperate times, desperate measures. Or something like that

(What she’s referring to)

Soulmate Hoshi

Part of the Seventeen Soulmate Series

It’s pretty common to see people with a distracted distant look in their eyes every now and then. Everyone around them knows it’s a sign that their soulmate is currently listening to music, because whatever song their soulmate hears will always play in their own mind at the same volume. 

To you, the funniest thing is seeing the people who can’t help but dance a little- or even sing along- to those distant songs unheard by everyone else. You always find yourself smiling at the sight of them.

Besides, you’re no different. Just as often, you find yourself caught up in some song that you know must be playing across the ocean. You learned that your soulmate was Korean at a pretty young age. The music he listened to was either completely Korean or the occasional English song that he must have been exposed to in his daily life, and when you sang along casually as a child, the people around you worked out what language it was.

Ever since you had grown old enough to know, you started deliberately trying to pick up as much of the language as you could, hoping to be able to speak to your soulmate whenever you did meet him.

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No Regrets (Part 7)

So I’ve been away for a few days, spending some time with my family. Didn’t manage to update this earlier but here it is now! Hope you like it!


Need to catch up? Here’s No Regrets Masterlist


Word count: 2.8k


Warnings: Swearing. Some angst. SASSY TONY.


A/N: Ooh, the tension, guys! Also, this gif is so perfect for this part!

Originally posted by starkexpo


You needed coffee today. Normally you’re pretty cheery when you arrive at work but this morning you were snappy and your colleagues noticed. The girls have asked you to nip around the corner to the café and grab you all some liquid caffeine. You were more than happy to do it – anything to get out of the office today! You were getting tired of all the drama. In a way you knew that this will pass in time, you’d just have to stick through it. But logic was not the dominant force today. Today angst and bitterness were having a day out in the life of Y/N…

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tutoring sessions — peter parker (part three)

read part one and part two. 

prompt: it’s your last tutoring session and to your surprise—peter’s late. you’re waiting in the cafe after your mom dropped you off, books open, work half-done, when someone decides to hold up the cashier. 

warnings: swearing 

notes: bro holy shit this thing blew up i’m shook and i wanna thank y'all for reading this. i have an idea for one more last part four for the end of this. please request more! thanks to those who messaged me and asked for this part three (i got so many anons): @theperksofbeingyourmum, @rosaetum, @k-baileyy, @legendarydazekitten, @yoyococo18, @kuerbistumorstan, @fandomtainment, @deans-angel-of-thursdays, @themilkface, @lucifersnipnips


The unusual buzz of the small suburban cafè that you lived near gave you a feeling of discomfort, causing you to shift in your seat over and over again, staring at your bottle of water that made a ring of wetness on the cover of your textbook. You sighed and moved it, wiping down the water damage and biting your lip. Your eyes glanced around, falling on people you didn’t know—besides the barista, who you saw every time your parents took you here for an early coffee—and you checked your phone. 

Mom: Call me when you need to be picked up. 

Mom: Does Peter need a ride?

You frowned, tapping your foot anxiously on the ground. I wouldn’t know. You sent back a quick and simple ‘I don’t think so,’ before slumping further down in your seat.

Where was he? 

Peter hadn’t bailed on one tutoring session, at least not without a good excuse, and you were quick to wonder where he was. He wouldn’t have just bailed on you—would he? No, no of course not, pull yourself together, he’s just running late. You shook your head and decided to study on your own, knowing that you couldn’t be so reliant on Peter. After all, you and you alone were going to be taking the test, and you couldn’t lean on him to help you then.

Still, it sucked that he didn’t tell you he might’ve needed a rain check. 

You flipped open your notebook and gazed at the scribbles of numbers and exponents among its pages. Normally you’d think you were screwed, but ever since last session you felt more confident. You could do this, you were smart and independent, and thanks to Peter, a lot better at math than you were a week ago. You finished each problem slowly, revising and checking your work online with Google and your phone’s calculator to make sure you weren’t making silly mistakes again. Finishing, you stared at your paper.

It hadn’t been long, maybe twenty minutes at least, but your hand was cramping. You bit your lip. Could it be? Did you really finish these problems with little to no mistakes? You let a smug look rest on your face as the thought registered and you smiled. 

“Who needs Peter anyways,” you jokingly whispered to yourself, before putting your chin in your hand and drawing with the other. Your brows knitted together as you said that, however, your cheeks instantly flushing. 

I do

It was no mystery that your brain had been a jargled mess already due to the sudden overdrive of algebra, but you had found yourself thinking of Mr. Peter Parker more often than before and MJ often had to snap you out of it when you sat together at lunch. You would then grumble at her because, this was her fault, she paired you guys up together—but she wasn’t wrong in thinking she had done you a favor. 

Something about, “You’ll thank me later,” she claimed; or whatever she would mutter about in the rare times she wasn’t reading a book that was about the human brain or by Sylvia Plath. 

You didn’t like admitting it, especially because he was your tutor and you needed to focus, not fawn during this time—but God, you think you liked him. You liked him as much as a fifteen year old could like another fifteen year old. You blushed just at the thought of it and worked up the nerve to send him a text message. 

Your last conversation had been about a movie he was raving about—Trust me, [Y/N], if you see this movie it’ll change your life, I have a DVD of it in my closet somewhere if you want—and you had never seen someone so excited about the things he liked. It was nice, you’d think, to see someone with so much ambition.  Even if he made you feel pretty crappy since he technically stood you up. 

Which was so not cool, by the way.

hey, peter. guess who finished all of her extra study work by herself with no mistakes (hopefully)? 

that’s right, me!

i’ll pat myself on the back, thanks. 

You hadn’t meant to sound sarcastic, but in all fairness, he did deserve part of it. It really wasn’t okay that he just left you on your own after this was your last study session and the test was tomorrow.

Closing up your books, you began to stand and call your mom so she could pick you up. It had rung three times when suddenly you felt something cold against your head, and a muffled whimper from people around you. 

“End the call and slide it over,” A raspy voice commanded and your heart froze in place. He sounded out of breath, like he was running away from something. Like he was running away from someone. “And then afterwards, don’t move unless you want a head full of metal.” 

You gulped and swallowed your pride, ending the call and sliding over your phone, keeping your hands away from it. Dumbass, you thought, but you kept your mouth shut. The guy backed away from you slowly, eyes burning into your own, before he turned to everyone else. 

“Give me all the money in the register and we’ll be okay, and no one—” He points the gun at you, and you realize that you had to be the youngest person here, “—gets hurt. Got it?” 

The barista is nodding, face red and flustered.

“Good, now hurry up.“ 

Everyone’s silent as they all watch her shove stacks of dollars in his backpack, and you try to get a closer look at him. Like a cliché, he had to wear a fucking ski mask. You held back a groan of disgust. You guessed criminals had no time to be creative when they were out ruining people’s lives.

The guy wasn’t all that big, maybe five foot ten at most, and he was lean. The only thing intimidating about him was the gun in his hand. 

“Wow, I didn’t you could go skiing this early in the summer,” a familiar voice says, and your ears perk up. “Awesome mask, I love your creativity!” 

Spider-Man’s there and everything clicks in your head. You’re watching, silently just like everyone else. A superhero. An actual superhero. 

Holy shit. 

“I’ll just take this, thank you!” Spider-Man shoots a web and uses it to catch the gun, before shooting the guy in the face as he dodged a right hook. “You really shouldn’t be carrying firearms, I bet you don’t even have a license for this thing. I’m appalled.” 

The guy is about to say something, but Spider-Man flings a web over his mouth. 

“Sorry, I can’t listen to rule-breakers. Part of the whole agenda.”

With the criminal webbed up and disarmed, everyone simultaneously lets out a breath of relief. Some people even start cheering. 

“Is everyone okay?” He asks, looking around. Or at least you think he is (it’s hard to tell with that mask), when he lands on you. He quickly clears his throat, making his voice sound gruff. “You okay, Ma'am?” 

You nod, but give him a suspicious look. 

Peter gulps underneath his mask. 

Is that [Y/N]? Karen goes, and he mumbles a confirmation quietly so no one else can hear it. 

I thought so. You constantly look at their Instagram when you’re in your mask. It’s quite hilarious. 

“Karen, not now,” he says, but she continues.

Weren’t you supposed to tutor them today? It says so in your schedule. 

Peter’s eyes widen and so do the ones on the mask and everyone’s still in awe of him actually being there. Crap. He knew he forgot something. 

“Glad to know everyone is good,” he manages to squeak out as he hears sirens headed this way. He looks away from you and shoots one more web as the guy continues screaming against the strings already wrapped around him. “Bye, Mr. Bad Guy.” 

With that, he opens the glass doors and shoots a web up at an apartment building, swinging away. As he leaves, the chatter around you begin to build back up, raved and excited. You put your hand against your chest to feel your heart beating rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. 

You gaze out the café windows and grin to yourself, calling your mom to tell her you were fine and alive so she didn’t worry and that you were done studying. You figured that when she asked about Peter, you’d make up an excuse about how he was a little tangled up in things so she wouldn’t think much of him leaving you there. 

She really was beginning to grow fond of him ever since he had stayed over for dinner after one tutoring session, and that was the most you could say for the only boy you’ve ever had over. 

You smiled to yourself once more and sighed. You had no idea how you were going to think about that final tomorrow now, but you took out your phone one last time, sending a text message to Peter. 

thanks for that…

spider-man. 

You smirked, knowingly, thinking of his reaction. 

You may have been bad at math, but you were certainly not an idiot.

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- I will remain as pure as the Swan Knight. 

Book Collage based on ‘Anna and the French Kiss’ by naturallysteph (Stephanie Perkins)

Lola/Isla will hopefully come at some point, hopefully.

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I really hope you guys don’t mind me spamming your dash but I rlly wanna say this because I feel like you guys don’t really know nor do I show it enough… I just wanna give you guys a big thank you. Just the biggest thank you. Your support means everything to me. Every tag every ask, both anon and non anon, every direct message or submission sent in support of my art and me myself and even just the kind thoughts in your mind… just thank you. Thank you for your criticisms and thank you for your praise. Thank you guys for taking the time out of your day to give a second to what I make and what I consider doing. I say often I’ll do things that you request and most of the time never get to it sadly due to busy and issues, but your still here. I bounce from drawing things I like to things just for you guys and your still here. Days will go by without art and your still here. Problems will come up and your still here. I owe you guys my everything. You guys are the reason I wake up and consider moving my body just to spend hours to make something new. You guys are the reason I keep going and doing what it is i love. I get no real support in my household and having you guys makes up so much for that because I know maybe not everyone but you guys care. And that’s all I’ll ever need. Thank you for giving me a chance to grow here. Thank you to those who have been with me since the very beginning and watched me grow. And thank you to those who are still continuing. Thank you. Just thank you. Because if it weren’t for you guys I wouldn’t be drawing still today. I probably would have given up. If it weren’t for you guys I wouldn’t know what it is i want to do later on. I doubt myself and my art constantly. But you guys really help me see past my doubt and allow me to admire it for what I shame it to be. I promise I’ll do my best to continue growing. Learn from my mistakes, and experiment more so that I can keep doing the best I can. I owe you guys everything. I really do. I may not respond to every message (I forget;;; then I get anxious answering messages late) but I read them all and I sure as hell appreciate every single one. Thank you for being here…. just thank you so much..

thestormdrake  asked:

Hello! I'm considering working on writing what I think could be a major undertaking for me, this being a long (epic?) poem, involving the Fair Folk! I know you do a lot of stuff related to Greek and Roman mythology, but fair folk count as mythological too (don't they?) and I thought perhaps they'd fall under your area of knowledge. If that's the case I was wondering if you had any sources you might be able to direct me to, so I can learn more about them? Thank you! I very much enjoy your blog.

Hello!! Sorry that this is a bit late, and I hope it’s still useful.

So, on my Master’s, I did a module on Celtic mythology which included a bit on fairies. However, I decided to write mostly on the realm of the fairies (the Otherworld idea) more than the fairies themselves. I can give you a few sources and ideas, though!

  • As always, I’m going to shove the old disclaimer here that Celtic studies really had a bit of a teething problem. The earlier scholarship (think late 19th to early 20th century) is incredibly fanciful and based almost entirely on speculation or inaccurate reconstructions. Some things that we tend to consider as key tenets of Celtic myth, like their ~closeness to nature~ and their ~matriarchal or egalitarian societies~ are honestly just wank made up by bored white people, usually Americans, who wanted to pretend that their heritage was idealistic so they could feel proud of it and therefore closer to it. Oops.
  • Fairies were spooky as hell!! They weren’t necessarily tricksters or even malevolent, but they were considered to live by a totally different moral code to humans, a bit like the gods in many of the well-known Greek and Roman myths. Not that their code was similar to that, because it wasn’t, but the idea of a difference in morality between humans and fairies was prevalent. This meant that fairies were often depicted as being very unpredictable, because certain acts necessitated consequences that to humans seemed irrelevant, but followed the fairy moral code.
  • An example of this would be the entrance to the Otherworld. Human beings were not supposed to contact fairies. They were supposed to wait for fairies to contact them. To make this more feasible, the entrance to the Otherworld, where the fairies existed, was temporally and spatially distant from the human world. There were certain times and locations at which the two worlds blurred and it was possible for humans to traverse the boundaries – fairies, of course, didn’t need to wait, and could cross at any time. However, it was possible for humans to seek out these specific locations and cross into the Otherworld, essentially traversing the boundaries not only between the worlds but between human and fairy moralities, and this usually led to punishment for the human. The most common form of punishment would be temporal displacement; the human would live happily in the Otherworld for, say, 5 years, and when they decided to leave, they would find that 500 years had passed in the human world and they were barred from the Otherworld, essentially living in neither world. Seems a bit out of proportion to me, but there you go.
  • tl;dr fairies are often presented as inherently malevolent, when actually they just Did Things Differently.
  • Death!! You’ll probably come across some wank sources which claim that Celtic fairies are definitive proof that Celtic people worshipped the dead, or that they represent Christian angels, or that fairies were pagan gods. None of these are accurate (or at least proven to be so), so take those with a pinch of salt. However, there are links between fairies and death. You couldn’t eat in the Otherworld, for example; a bit like the Greek myth of Persephone, who wasn’t supposed to eat in the Underworld. Fairies could literally take you out of the human world and trap you forever in theirs, which has obvious parallels with death. Certain rituals described in fairy lore, such as feasts and dancing in the Otherworld, resembles what we know of burial rites and death rituals. None of it is definitive, but it’s enough to posit that fairies had a very dangerous side.

Some fancy sources:

  • Katherine Briggs – Encyclopedia of Fairies
  • Carole Silver – Strange and Secret Peoples (this one is actually about the role played by fairies in the Victorian era, when much of the spurious scholarship was being produced – still interesting!)
  • W. Y. Evans-Wentz – The Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries (one of the old ones, but one of the less wanky ones. Linking it primarily as it’s freely available here)

I’m not sure what your access to journals and stuff is like, so I won’t link specific articles, but Folklore, Ériu and any of the Proceedings of the Harvard Celtic Colloquium would also be good places to look!

Hope some of this is helpful!

the thing with bpd (specifically, probably other mental illnesses/pds too but i dont personally know) and friendship is, our ability to form meaningful bonds is sometimes truncated by our poor social skills, which are mostly rooted in our deep fear of abandonment, of not being cared about and feeling like we are inherently unlikable (etc) thus not seeking to form or further develop those bonds, which further fuels those fears leaving us in a vicious cycle so deep and intense we usually dont know how to break out of it. even if we do have friends that love and care about us, we often end up feeling like those friendships aren’t real enough because of our need of being constantly reassured that what we fear is not what is real. if that need is not met we’ll probably feel like we were never friends to begin with, thus isolating ourselves and distancing ourselves (either physically or emotionally) from that friendship. plus the fact that we get attached so easily might make us feel even more insecure about whether it is a real friendship or not, or about our place in that relationship (“am i going too fast?” “am i being too overbearing/too much?” “am i being too clingy?”) which even further fuels our fears. personally this happens to me whether the person in question is my fp or not, and it’s hell to deal with. unfortunately we’re very high-maintenance friends and not everyone is able to meet our needs in a relationship, and even if that’s absolutely fine and understandable it leaves us in a very dark place, constantly feeling like we’re not good enough/likable enough, feeling like we’re alone and that its our own fault that we are.

anonymous asked:

Conversation heart with uf!Sans please ?

“heh, sorry sweetheart i, i just aien’t good when it comes to all this mushy talkin’ about ya feelings an’ crap shit”

Here you go mysterious anon! :D you also get a bit of random dialogue which I came up with for some reason while sketching this, because the colour palette is conversation hearts, Red’s having a heart to heart talk with his sweetheart, get it?? <; *finger guns* 

The Third Rule

Based on the one word prompt “Party” sent in by @bailci (ty!!). Happy Valentine’s Day (especially to my fellow single people spending today with fictional people instead of real ones. you rock). You’re all wonderful and I love you all so much <3

Summary: When Nico reluctantly goes to a Valentine’s Day party with Hazel, she sets three rules for him to follow if he wants for her to agree to take him home after an hour. The first two are easy enough, but the third one poses a bit more of a problem, due to the fact that Nico really isn’t sure how the whole flirting thing is done.

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“Alright, I have three rules,” Hazel announced as she parked the car.

Nico rolled his eyes. “I thought you promised tonight would be fun.”

“These are fun rules.”

“There’s no such thing.”

She leaned over to punch his shoulder, perhaps a bit harder than necessary. “Hush. Now, rule number one is that you have to actually try to enjoy yourself, okay? You’re not allowed to give up before you’ve started. Again, we can leave after an hour if you really don’t want to be here anymore but you have to try. Got it?”

Nico nodded resignedly.

“Good. Rule number two: Limit the alcohol.”

Nico raised his eyebrows. “And by that you mean no alcohol?”

Hazel sighed, biting her lip. “No, and if this doesn’t show you how desperate I am for you to have fun then I don’t know what will. But yeah, someone’ll have brought a keg or something and I’ve made the questionable decision to let you have some.”

“You know, last time I checked, I was the older one.”

She punched him again. “Yeah, but I’m the wiser one.”

He scoffed but let her continue.

“Right, so you’re close enough to twenty-one that I’m willing to turn a blind eye to you having a little to drink, but there’s no way you’re getting anywhere past tipsy, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled at that.

“Alright, then. Rule number three, and this is an important one, Nico: I swear to God, if a cute boy starts flirting with you, you are absolutely required to flirt back.”

Nico frowned, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, you’re lucky I’m going easy on you.”

“Easy?” Nico asked, incredulously.

“Yes, if I were a little bit meaner then I’d require that you be the one to initiate the flirting.”

Nico just shook his head. “Fine, whatever.”

Hazel grinned, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Good! Let’s go!”

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I did a thingy
  • It all started after Jace told Clary that they weren’t actually related.
  • Clary got mad, because he should have told her earlier.
  • But was also confused. Because she loved, Simon, she did. It had taken years for her to realize it and even when she started to date him, Clary didn’t actually expect it to last, didn’t expect their friendship to turn into that.
  • But it had lasted, and she was happy with Simon and Simon was happy with her. The problem was that, Raziel help her, she still wanted Jace.
  • Suddenly things were fucked up again. Clary didn’t know what to do, Jace moped around and Simon just wanted everybody to be fucking happy for once was it too much to ask for?
  • Clary went to talk to Magnus, because “Hey, you live for relationship drama, don’t try to fool me.”
  • “I really don’t see the problem, Biscuit, as long as those two are confused the same way you are. Have you talked to them? Last time I checked, Simon was quite bad at hiding his crush on Blondie. And I’m pretty sure that Jace sabotaged Simon’s date with Maia on purpose.”
  • And Clary was just?? Even more confused?? Because, omg is that a possibility??
  • She talked firstly to Simon, and if the way a fang poked out and he managed to blush even as a vampire meant anything, then, no, he wasn’t over that not so smol crush on Jace.
  • So they talk to Jace.
  • And it started with a “fuck it” because, hey, it wasn’t like things could get more difficult for them anyway and that way at least there was a chance.
  • The others didn’t notice it, at the beggining. They were already used to Clary in Simon’s hoodies, the vampire sneaking into her room at night, the both of them babbling about some mundane movie that nobody else had even heard about.
  • But then Izzy started to wonder, because why the hell was Jace wearing a hoodie of a red and white shield with a star? And were those Clary’s doodles on his arm?? But Izzy could swear that had seen Simon sneaking into Jace’s room???
  • It was Alec the one that discovered them. He thought that Jace and Clary were dating again and wanted to interrupt them just as Jace had interrupted him and Magnus.
  • He opened the door and was welcomed with a shriek and a scene that would have loved not to see. He wasn’t able to step back and close the door before Clary’s bra hit him on the face.
  • He was still blushing after a while when Clary looked for him to get it back.
  • “Did you have to throw your bra at me, Fray?”
  • “Hey, it wasn’t me, Simon panicked, okay?”
  • Although the three of them were slighly worried about the reactions, their friends didn’t give it a second thought.
  • Maia was just relieved that the drama was over, Magnus shipped them and Alec was happy for his parabro, even if his relationship meant that Fray and the vamp were going to be around even more often.
  • Max was excited. First a cool warlock, then a vampire that knew about comics and then Clary who was just the best at drawing?
  • Maryse didn’t like either the vampire or Valentine’s daughter. She just sighed and sent another bottle to Magnus.
  • “At least your brother is dating one person, Jace.”
  • “Those two better have Jace’s back”, she mumbled when she thinked nobody could hear her.
  • Simon and Jace seriously feared for their lifes when, after hugging Clary, Luke inhaled deeply and his eyes turned green for a second.
  • Tbh he’s such a dad he was just happy of having more people around for him to dad he just wanted to scare them a bit “Really, Clary, stop pouting I don’t have a problem with it.”
  • Many people at the Institute, however, didn’t understand it.
  • “But, are you dating Simon, or Jace? “Yes.”
  • Magnus had to make their beds bigger because the three of them used to collapse wherever they were and “Honestly, Clary, you can sleep on top of us but eventually we are going to kick you out of the bed.”
  • Whenever Jace showed off trained, he had two permanent and quite excited cheerleaders. Raziel help the poor fool that tried to make him responsible of Valentine’s actions.
  • “But, why do you say that you are dating Clary and Jace? He’s straight. But… Why… Hey, stop laughing, it’s not…”
  • Simon and Jace have woken up so many times with Clary on top of them painting their backs that they don’t even move anymore.
  • If one of them is on a couch the other two will be there and cuddling in five minutes top. Alec timed it only to tease Jace. Buried under Clary and Simon, Jace reminded him of that hangover that Alec spent hid in Magnus’ lap.
  • Nobody really dared to ask Jace about it when he was wearing his boyfriend’s Captain America hoodie and had his girlfriend’s silly doodles on his arm.
  • They tried to be together as often as possible. That resulted in two very cute sleep deprived shadowhunters cuddling next to Simon.
  • They went once to Pandemonium and made half of the people there suffer a sexuality crisis.
  • When some racist asshole tried to mess with Simon, Jace and Clary were there ready to fuck that little shit up. Alec used to join them and the three of them together got into loud arguments with shadowhunters that tried to discriminate Simon or Magnus.
  • When shadowhunters and downworlders tried to blame Jace for… Everything, really, Clary was there scolding any shadowhunter that even opened their mouth and Simon managed to calm down the vampires (and a pretty large part of the downworld with them).
  • When Jonathan appeared ready to fuck things up again, ready to hurt Clary, he never saw it coming when a bloodthirsty sunlighter and the best shadowhunter of his generation came after him.

@simonlewhiss I hope you like it :) Also sorry it took so long but… Yeah, school :/

anonymous asked:

Since you did sams twin for the headcannons, you should do deans too

Originally posted by frozen-delight

- Always mocking each other.

- Lots of eye rolling, lots of laughs. ‘Cause you’re both freakin’ hilarious.

- No one being able to make Dean crack up like you do.

- Being very close, and being able to let down your walls and open up for real.

- Talking about your memories from your childhood, before the fire. Lawrence, Mary, baking cookies and playing in the yard.

- Always finishing each other’s sentences, to the point that Sam finds it both pretty hilarious and yet so annoying.

- “No chick-flick moments!” But then doing the exact opposite.

- Showing your love for each other without words. You don’t need it.

- Supporting each other when missing Sam while he was at Stanford.

- Being each other’s rock when the hunting gets too much. Keeping each other sane, human. 

- Arguing who’s music is the best.

- Going on road trips just for fun.

- Going to bars.

- Would instantly sacrifice anything for the other, even your life, which quickly becomes a bit of a problem.

- Okay, but, who’s car is it really? The remaining question of your lives.