I wear sunshine on my lips and stars on my nails. My hair is a garden of roses that blossoms in a different color every morning. I drink galaxies for breakfast and use ribbons of moonbeams sprinkled with comets as laces for my shoes. My eyelids are the wings of hummingbirds and my skin, the velvet blackness of night seasoned with stardust. My breath is the scent of wildflowers and magic. And I wear music as jewelry around my neck.
You’ve known me as the dreamer who lives within you and the creativity you lost as you grew up. I helped you discover your imaginary friends and whispered in your ear to create your own world. I replaced your ordinary eyes with kaleidoscopic diamonds and your nightmares with dreams of flying. You still see me in children: the five-year-olds who pray to the Easter bunny and the eight-year-olds who wear rose-colored contact lens, viewing the world as a big bundle of joy where everyone is happy. You wish I’d never left you when your parents fought and got a divorce or when your first love broke your heart into pieces. You think I faded inside you little by little every time your teacher said you’d never amount to anything in life or during those sleepless nights when you felt unloved and believed you no longer belonged anywhere.
You wish you could trade all your ‘growing up’ for just one more day of staying a child. To feel my soft fluttering kiss on your salty, world-weary cheeks as I lead you once again into the world you created and then abandoned. And to help you rediscover the pirate ships and treasure chests hidden in scudding masses of clouds. To just be a child again, nothing else.
You think you outgrew me when your turned thirteen when all your friends seemed more interested in their own bodies than your fairytale stories about flying imps and green-skinned witches. You let the world turn you angry, cynical and disappointed. You learnt that not all people are good and that rainbows don’t really lead to leprechauns’ pots of gold. Growing up had changed you and you blamed me for letting you down.
With every day of disbelieving, I was vanishing within you until one day I was nowhere to be found. Your head full of dreams wilted as real-life responsibilities mounted on your shoulders and left you on your knees. Soon, I became just another tattered memory you remembered occasionally on bus rides back home and sighed at.
But one evening, you stop to look at the moon. It is deliciously glowing and hangs crescent in the sky. You casually envision a Siamese kitten sitting on the inner curve of the moon with its kinky tail waving at the stars. And just like that, you hear me laugh. That laugh you hadn’t heard for years; that laugh that still rang with innocent delight and childlike wonder.
I say to you, “Remember, I’m the dreamer within you. The bottle of rainbows in an ocean under a rainstorm. The sweet clusters of dew in a field of parched grass. You’ll never lose me, you just have to find me. But I’m always there.”
You then realize you’ve been wrong this whole time. It wasn’t me who had let you down, but yourself.
Why is Tyler Hoechlin so damn beautiful? Don't worry, I realize there is no real answer for this yet I every day I find myself wondering about it.
Right?! Same! So much same, nonnie! Honestly though, how dare he?!
We can start with this, probably my favorite picture of him, because why the fuck not you know? How fucking dare he? Look at all that beautiful. How?!
But he’s also this fucking ball of adorable happy you know?
That open mouthed smile kills me every fucking time, just look at this shit
What a fucking ray of sunshine. But then he does THIS?! And it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?
Just look at that face. Jfc. So fucking beautiful. But I mean, he’s still beautiful even with a bunch of silicone on his face
And now he’s gone and gotten all beardy and soft and just…
…so fucking beautiful. What the fuck Tyler? And look at the hair in this one (and those insane kaleidoscope eyes, and the grey in his beard, and…)
But he’s just as beautiful clean shaven
He’s not really giving us much of a chance, is he? To catch our breath, to live. But it’s okay, nonnie, it’s okay. We’re gonna be okay. Right? Right? Please say we’ll be okay, I don’t know if I can take this much longer.
Dean, Sam x Reader (Friend but may end up being more)
An anon request:Can you do a one shot where the reader is friends with Sam, Dean, and Cas, but is being abused by her parent and they find out and help her.
A/N: Definitely going longer than I planned!! Mentions of abuse, both mental and physical.
Your parents were hunters. Which meant your life had never
been normal from day one. Growing up on the road, traveling from place to
place. Never staying in a school long enough to make friends. On top of that,
your parents were constantly getting into fights, making living in a small
motel room horrible. Many times, you would find yourself down at the library,
staying until they closed just to have some sort of peace.
Everything changed the moment your parents had started
hunting with John Winchester. They seemed to calm down, their arguing simmering
down to every now and then. Now, you were able to stay at the same high school,
spending time with their good friend Bobby while they went on hunts. That’s
when you met Sam and Dean, John’s sons. They had been standoffish from the get
go. But soon, the three of you realized how alike you were, and you became inseparable.
Years passed, and major events happened. Sam had gone off to college,
surprising both you and Dean. Your parents had pulled you away from your life
in Sioux Falls following a fall out with John. You and Dean had tried to keep
in touch, but it was hard, and soon the two of you hadn’t spoken for almost a