his back kills me

12x13 Coda

Sam doesn’t eat burgers. 

Dean does. Anyone they’ve ever come across knows how much Dean likes to down a double cheeseburger with extra onions but Sam prefers wraps or salads. He likes beer but prefers to drink lite brands and Dean’s the only one who drinks IPA, yet the three letter packaging is staring back at him on the table. 

Dean’s opened up the fast food bag and with the wrappers pulled out he can see the order receipts on the food. Three burgers with no lettuce, extra onion, extra bacon, and extra cheese just how Mom and Dean like them. 

John Winchester had his flaws but he knew better than anyone that Sam and Dean had different tastes. He’s pretty sure Mary think they’re the same person half the time. 

Except that isn’t right either because if they were the same person then wouldn’t Mary text both of them? Want to share jokes and grin and blast her music for both of them to hear? Play Scrabble and share stories about the Impala with both of them? 

She doesn’t. Because Sam’s not the same person, he’s an addition to the person Mary already had. 

And of course it makes sense why would she want to spend time with him? She doesn’t know him like she knows Dean. He doesn’t know anything about cars so how can he join them when they sit for hours in the garage talking about the Impala? He likes Dean’s music but because it’s an extension of Dean and their childhood, not enough to talk about the band members and the year of the album releases like the two of them do in the car while he sits quietly in the back. He doesn’t like beef jerky or blasted music or even pie that much. 

Sam wouldn’t want to hang out with himself either. 

But the best part of the entire situation is Dean’s still so untrusting of her, so tentative in allowing her in after she left that it’s suddenly up to him to bridge the gap between them. Of course he does it too because Dean had been peace maker for Sam and John so how can he deny his brother this? How could he not jump at the chance of making what was left of their family whole? 

He thinks he might have screwed up somewhere along the way. He must have. Because Dean and Mary are made from the same cloth and they’re happy enough to be together despite Dean’s digs but Sam can’t even find the breath to ask his mother how she’s doing anymore after the Demon Prince.

Since when is life about getting what you want? 

He knows that well. Kinda like wanting to meet your dead mother only to have her show up and not give a shit about you. 

So he stares at the beer and doesn’t touch the burgers as Mary explains that she’s been teaming up with the British Men of Letters and it’s been awhile since he’s felt this empty. He knew he wasn’t exactly high on her list of priorities but she’s not even looking at him as she says it. 

She’s looking at Dean. 

“We have a history with them-” He tries to get out but she’s quick to shut him down, the cutting way she say’s his name making his breath catch in his throat. 

He’s told it was a hard decision. He gets the feeling it really wasn’t. 

He feels five years old again, scrambling for their Dad’s attention while he taught Dean how to shoot a gun, eyes never leaving Dean’s hands despite how many groans of boredom Sam made. So he tells her, reminds her that he was cruelly burned and broken despite how disgusting the words taste on his tongue. He want’s to forget and heal, not have to use the experience to beg his mother to reconsider teaming up with his torturers. 

Since when is life about getting what you want?

She’s preaching about family and while that might work with Dean it doesn’t with Sam and he abruptly stands. “My family,” He says evenly, holding eye contact with Mary despite how she keeps flickering to look at Dean. “is made up of one person I can trust.” 

It’s clear what he’s saying and Mary flounders, obviously looking for an angle to argue as Sam watches on, the empty feeling taking some satisfaction from how surprised she looks. She didn’t think he’d take a stand and she was wrong. 

“Sam,” She says again, leaving the malice out of her tone this time. “I want us to be a family, they can help us make a bigger difference. We can all be working together if you’d just listen for five minutes.” She smiles, eyes soft and face open as she looks at him. It’s a decent poker face but he still see’s the cracks of defensiveness and irritation that she even has to explain herself. 

He nods in understanding, knowing she thinks he’s the empathetic one and lets her have a moment to believe that he’s going to be settled by her weak bargaining. “But Mom,” He starts. “Since when is life about getting what you want?” 

He leaves her there to think on it as he walks out of the room, dumping the bag of burgers in the trash by the door. 

My baby boy Takashi Shirogane (*´◡`) I’ll draw the others soon | Redbubble 
(Keith, Hunk)

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halla. halla. 

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How Rick Got His Groove Back

This moment is EVERYTHING…….

Here is Rick leaving for a run to find something ‘interesting’ for the tyrant he now serves. His son is giving him grief and questioning his decisions. Due to the testosterone being systematically drained from his body by the tyrant, Rick is feeling less than worthy of Michonne.

He is no longer a leader, is helpless to fight back and is half the man he used to be (in his mind).

As he leaves, he’s most likely feeling he’s still on shaky ground with the woman he loves. The woman who most likely has her shit more together than he does.

He leans in to give her a respectful yet chaste kiss because that’s all he feels he deserves to give her after everything that has happened.

But our girl? Our perfect, warrior, in love, Queen??

She is having NONE of that.

Nope. She knows what her man needs and, hell what she needs and plants her life returning, testosterone giving, lips on his.

Rick gets some of his mojo back, Michonne ascends to goddess level of awesome and we all hyperventilate before falling into a heap on the floor.

God I love my show and I love my ship!

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I didn’t just get the cure to el cancer. I got the cure to el everything. But there was only one thing that really mattered.

SAMCAS GRAPHIC CHALLENGE | semirahrose
round: flowers | prompt: pansies: remembrance; loving thoughts

BLESS MY SOUL

LOOK AT MY SON

LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL HE IS

HELP ME I’M CHOKING

*que the floodgates* I love my son so much

He’s so perfect and cares so much about Shiro

Originally posted by thirdmagic

LOOK AT THAT HAPPY LITTLE FACE I CANNOT

HE JUST LOOKS SO ADORABLE MY HEART MY SOUL

Originally posted by garrettshunk

THE SCENE WHERE HE TOOK BACK HIS KNIFDE SO EASILY KILLED ME MY SON IS SO TALENTED I AM SUCH A PROUD MUM

AND MY SON IS ALSO OH SO VERY SMART! HE FIGURED OUT WHERE THE BLUE LION WAS ALL BY HIMSELF

AND HE JUST LOOKED SO BEAUTIFUL THROUGHOUT THIS WHOLE EPISODE AND SHIRO MEANS SO MUCH TO HIM MY POOR FANGIRL HEART

Originally posted by levilikeserenbooty

KEITH IS ALSO SO FRICKING TALENTED WITH THE SWORD LOOK AT THAT

HE’S

SO

PRETTYYYYY

AAAGGHGGGHHH

Given how tiny Arya is and how big Gendry is, Gendry totally cuddles her like she is his personal teddy bear

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Tony & Rhodey MIT aesthetic

Something Wicked

Peter Parker x Reader

A Sequel to Something Revealed, followed by Something Taken(coming soon)

Originally posted by peteyspider

“Wake up,” Peter murmured in your ear. You stirred around, curling deeper into the blankets and pillows. “[Y/n], wake up,” he said again, pressing his lips to your neck. 

You let out a breathy moan as he kissed down your shoulder.

“If this is how you wake me up, I think I’ll stay in bed forever,” you laughed, turning onto your back and looking up at him. 

Peter leaned above you, twirling your hair around his finger. “As long as you’re in bed with me forever, I’m okay with it,” he smiled. 

“I would kiss you right now,” you said, “but I have morning breath,” you finished with a giggle. Peter mockingly gagged and rolled onto his back, covering his face with the pillow. “I think it killed me,” he said in defeat, his words muffled. “Oh, hush,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head on his chest. 

“How do you feel this morning?” he asked, moving the pillow. You wrinkled your nose. “Different,” you admitted. 

“Good different?”

“No one likes change,” you sighed, sitting up in the bed. You leaned over Peter, moving the curtain and peering out the window. “Where’s May?”

“She left for work this morning. Said something about emergency power or anything along those lines. The earthquake last night was pretty bad, apparently.”

You shivered at remembering the previous night’s events. “I’m sorry,” he quickly said, noticing your sadness. 

“Why?” you asked. “It’s not anything to be sorry about, you’re just talking.”

“Would you like to eat something?” Peter asked, changing the subject. “I can make pancakes,” he offered. 

“Pancakes seem so…so normal after everything that’s happened,” you sighed. He pouted. “Does this mean you don’t want me to make them?”

You smiled at him and nodded. “I’d love that.”

Peter let your shower up and gave you one of his sweatshirts to wear. It smelled like him, which you liked. It hung off you like a dress, down to your thighs and engulfed your hands. You shuffled into the kitchen, hastily combing your fingers through your wet hair. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Peter said in awe when he saw you. 

You blushed, ducking your head. “It’s too early for me to be embarrassed right now,” you muttered, sitting at a stool, folding your hands on the kitchen counter. 

“Have you talked to your mom?” he asked from his position at the stove. “Ugh,” you groaned. “No. And I don’t want to.”

Peter sighed as he turned off the burner and set the plate of fluffy pancakes in front of you. “You won’t get the answers you want without her. And besides, she is still your mom so I wouldn’t recommend you ignore her. But I’m not pressuring you to so don’t break me,” he added in defense. You arched an eyebrow at him. “I can’t break you even if I wanted,” you told him, shoveling food onto your plate.

“You don’t know that yet,” Peter said. “You’re a superfreak. Like me,” he teased, leaning over and kissing your nose. 

“If you expect me to dress up and be your sidekick then you are sorely mistaken,” you told him, taking a bite. “Oh my god, these are amazing,” you then praised. 

“Thanks. The spidey sense tells me when to flip ‘em.”


Two hours later

What was meant to be innocent teenagers watching a movie led to an intense session of kisses and touches all over the body. Fingers intertwining through hair didn’t seem like something that could set Peter’s entire body on fire but when it was by your hand, he thought he would melt. 

It didn’t help you still wore his sweatshirt; you looked irresistible in almost anything you wore but when it was his clothes, he went absolutely mad. 

And it was all going so well until a knock on his door startled you both. 

“Is that May?” you whisper-yelled. “No! Is that your mom?”

“God, I hope not,” you cringed. 

Carefully and quietly, you both crept towards the door, you holding onto Peter’s hand. 

He cautiously opened the door. 

“Hey there, Underoos. This your girl?” a man asked, pushing his way into the apartment. 

“M-M-Mr. Stark!” Peter squeaked out, his voice higher than you’ve ever heard it. “That’s Tony Stark?” you hissed to your boyfriend. 

“Yes, yes, I’m wildly known blah blah blah,” Tony interrupted, taking off his sunglasses and waving them in his hand. “What are you doing here?” Peter asked. “My aunt isn’t home.”

“You have a thing for his aunt?” you asked incredulously. 

“She is a gorgeous woman,” Tony chastised. “And I didn’t come for your aunt.”

“You didn’t tell me we had an appointment for today,” Peter said, pulling his phone from his pants pocket to check the calendar. 

“I also didn’t come for you.”

“Then why did you come?”

“I came for you,” he replied cheerfully, pointing at you. “Me?”

“Yes, you. You are [Y/n] [L/n], right?”

You nodded hesitantly. “Yes…how do you know my name?”

“I got a very distressed call from a Ms. [L/n] this morning. Lovely woman, you know, allergic to cactuses. Or is it cacti? Anyways, she told me about the little situation and I nobly agreed to help you.”

You raised your eyebrows. “I’m sorry, my mom sent you? There’s nothing you can do that will make me even consider going with you! Tell him, Peter,” he said, crossing your arms. 

Silence. 

Peter bit his lip nervously. “Maybe you should go with him…”

You gasped, throwing a hand over your chest in shock. “You’re kidding, right? What happened to you not pressuring me into doing anything!”

Tony cringed. “Poor choice of words.”

Peter rubbed his eyes. “I think that it’s a good idea for you to get an idea of how your newfound powers-”

“Please don’t say that.”

“-work! And Mr. Stark is a really good scientist. He can help, I promise.”

You shook your head. “Absolutely not.”

You ended up being thrown over Peter’s shoulder and forced from the premises. “There’s no rest for the wicked,” Tony told you as you walked along. 

“Shut up, Iron Boy,” you snarled, trying to reach out and claw at him, though Peter sped up his pace, leaving a sizable distance between you and the billionaire. 

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