golly now i'm looking at this and it's like

anonymous asked:

“C’mon, Sammy. Just a little bit closer.” Dean drawls, a grin on his face. His black eyes are somehow gleeful, and one hand is tangled in Sam's hair. Sam has stopped fighting by now, it's taking all of his willpower to not lean forward and latch onto Dean's arm. The demon blood welling up on a cut in Dean's forearm is all he can see, all he can smell. And he wants it, so so badly. (I'm writing a fic for you based off the blood kink ask, this is part of it, I hope you like it.)

asdfghjkl fUCK ME UP PLEASE!!!! THIS IS AMAZING AND I WANT MORE ANON!!!!

@deantulip @golly-god @itsnotsammy @angelicmeg

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“Stuck” 

an original poem about ADHD or something y’know

(It’s for a competition if you’re willing to (youtube) like/share with friends, but don’t feel obligated)