my love for this movie knows no boundaries

whenever i talk about my girlfriend around straight people, a few things usually happen; they go quiet, the atmosphere changes, someone changes the topic very quick, etc. (which are similar “methods” for people to ignore and distance someone they feel doesn’t belong in the group, you know?) i usually say things like “oh, my girlfriend loves that movie!” or “my girlfriend is great at computers so she always helps me when mine is acting up”, ya know, regular everyday things that relate to the topic we are discussing. lately i’ve really started to realize why the entire mood usually changes with me mentioning of my girlfriend - straight people always feel like gay people are oversharing just by mentioning their partner. to straight people, i’m overstepping some kind of boundary just by mentioning that i have a girlfriend. to them, me saying “my girlfriend” is entirely synonymous with me out of the blue saying “i am a lesbian”, a statement that is somehow inherently oversharing and too much information, as well as a real quick and easy way of involuntarily distancing myself from the group that i in that moment am not fully a part of anymore.

23 Relationship Goals

1. to be loved and love them equally
2. to take stupid pictures with them
3. to be best friends like the moon and the sun
4. he gives me attention and doesn’t forget that were in a relationship
5. let’s me know his family, the crazy and the beautiful sides
6. makes me a better person
7. wants to do teenage things like watch movies and go ice skating but will also walk with me
8. listens- for those times I feel like I’m breaking at the seams
9. he’s honest
10. he isn’t ashamed of holding my hand
11. he’s respectful towards other people
12. he understands my boundaries
13. he’ll listen to my favorite songs and I’ll listen to his
14. stargazing.
15. his personality is attractive, kind, funny, willing to be himself
16. understands that I’m flawed
17. doesn’t judge other people too heavily
18. will slow dance with me :)
19. willing to be adventurous with me
20. somewhat athletic- at least able to walk with me and enjoy what life has to offer
21. remembers the important days about our relationship
22. gotta be classy
23. loves me unconditionally

8

And all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now, that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention, if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.

How Much Time Do You Have? *Stiles Stilinski*

Originally posted by itsbecauseteenwolf

*So guys this is a new fic I’m working on. It should be around 3-5 parts. Im not sure yet, but I hope you enjoy it and pleaseeeee tell me what you think. Also this part doesn’t have smut but the other parts will. The rating is for the overall series. Thanks!!! (:*

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (The reader has a name in this, btw)

Rating: M (Mature)

Warning: Kissing? None really

A special thanks to @obrosey-af for proofreading it for me :)

I couldn’t keep my mind off of her. She affected everything I did and every choice I made. But why? She wasn’t mine, not yet at least. Normally talking to females was an easy task for me. It didn’t take long before I had them completely smitten, but she was different. And all of a sudden I found myself actually wanting to get to know her. I wanted to have late night conversations about her fears, what she believes in, her family, her life, just everything. I wanted to know everything about her. She absorbed my thoughts, hell she was even in my dreams. Some more explicit than others. As I stared at my ceiling I couldn’t help but recall the first day we met.

Harrison was talking on and on about something I couldn’t care less about. I woke up late and didn’t get a chance to grab any food so as you could guess, I was starving. The only thing on my mind was food and how quickly I’d be able to get some. That was until someone stumbled through the door. I saw red hair and I sat up in my seat to get a better look at our new student. She wore simple black jeans and a maroon crewneck.

“M'sorry I’m so late, I got a bit lost on the way here” She mumbled, still struggling to hold her books together.

Harrison just nodded and ushered for her to find a seat. She looked around before her eyes landed on the seat next to me. She made her way over and gave me a small smile. I was happy that the only seat available was next to me, but it only made me more nervous knowing that she’s probably going to be sitting with me for the rest of the year. As she slid into the seat I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her. Her red hair was cut into layers, the shortest piece falling just above her shoulder, her lips were covered in this berry colored lipstick, and eyeliner adorned her eyelids. I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when my stomach decided to make a dying whale sound, causing everyone to look back at me.

“Mr. Stilinski…. You may leave the class if you need to” Harrison said causing half of the class to erupt in a fit of giggles.

“I’m good” I mumbled and he continued his rant on chemicals or some shit. I focused on picking at my nails and avoiding eye contact with the new girl, whose name I had to learn. It wasn’t long before a granola bar was shoved in my face, literally poking me in the nose.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry” She whispered and I smiled taking the granola bar from her. “I’m a bit of a klutz but I always have food so there” She made sure to keep her voice low so that she wouldn’t get in trouble. I gave her another smile and said thank you before I devoured the snack.

And every day since she would bring me a granola bar and coffee or something that I could eat. No matter how many times I told her that it wasn’t necessary, she wouldn’t listen. I learned that her name was Rhea, her mother was Indian and her father was Greek so the name fit both sides of her culture. In Sanskrit her name meant streaming/flowing and in Greek Mythology it was the name of Zeus’ mother. I learned a lot about her in the last week actually, but we only talked in school. I learned that she dyed her hair red because of father told her not too, she moved to California with her mother after she found out her dad was having an affair, she has a best friend who lives here named Erica, but she likes to be called Er, I think that’s the same Erica that Isaac is dating. We spent lunch together every day since she got here, and she quickly took a liking to Scott and Lydia. They’ve expressed their liking to her multiple times as well.  Isaac and his girl went on some vacation thing and they’ll be back at school tomorrow, I’ll have to introduce her just in case that is her best friend.

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It’s been two weeks since Rhea’s been here, turns out Erica was her best friend, they’ve spent a lot of time together. She’s currently tucked under my arm, while we watched Star Wars. She’s never seen it and I can tell she’s bored, but she won’t say anything because of my love for the movie.

“Wanna play a game?” I asked turning to her, sitting crisscross on the couch. She mimicked my actions and nodded rapidly.

“20 Questions? I still want to know more about you, I promise I won’t overstep my boundaries” The softest giggle left her mouth and I swore my heart stopped. I don’t think I’ve ever had actual feelings for a girl. Then she comes along and everything I’ve ever believed is just thrown out the window. I’ve never even had a girl over at my place and for the past few days she’s always been here. I’m fucked, utterly fucked.

“It’s okay Stiles, you can ask what you want, I’m comfortable enough around you” I still wasn’t going to overdo it, I didn’t want her to think I only wanted one thing from her.

“Okay we’ll start off simple, Favorite TV show?”

“Law&Order: SVU, it’s so good Stiles!! You have to watch it. Olivia Benson is my Idol.” She squealed and I couldn’t stop the grin forming on my face. She was too cute, she always got this excited when she talked about things she loved.

“Okay my turn…. Why haven’t you tried anything with me yet?” What? Her question caught me off guard and I probably looked like a dear caught in headlights.

“W-What do you mean?” I stuttered out.

“I mean why haven’t you tried anything? I don’t wanna sound cocky or rude, it’s just that you’re pretty popular right….” She looked down and fiddled with her fingers before continuing.

“I know I’m not the best looking girl out there, so I shouldn’t expect you to try something, but I just, I mean. Nevermind.” She looked back up at me “You can ask now”

I shook my head and scooted up closer “No, ask what you were gonna ask….”

She took a deep breath and averted her eyes from mine. “Okay, fine. Why do you hang out with me? I’ve uh heard things. You’re a player, you sleep around, and um stuff like that. So why do you hang out with me if you haven’t tried anything?”  She paused taking a deep breath.

“All I do is sit here and ramble on and on about myself and you seem to enjoy it but why? You have so many girls throwing themselves at you, but you’re hanging out with a Virgin. Someone who doesn’t know anything of how to please you.” She paused again as if she was putting her words together.

“Like fore example you have much more exciting friends, for god’s sake you were supposed to go to Lydia’s party tonight but instead you’re here watching Star Wars with me….” Her voice got smaller as she finished speaking.

I had no idea she felt this way. Did she really think she was boring? All that crap she said earlier about not being the best looking girl and what not is complete bullshit because she’s breathtaking. Who told her I was a player? My face must’ve been contorted into some weird expression because she soon spoke up again.

“Look Stiles, don’t get angry. Forget I said anything, yeah?” I shook my head and scooted back into the corner of the chair making her scoot closer to me.

I wasn’t mad that people told her about my “ways”, I was mad that she was doubting herself. I should be happy that she’s comfortable enough to tell me this information, but I don’t want her thinking that way. Ever. Once again I was brought out of my thoughts by her. This time she climbed up onto my lap so that her legs were on either sides of my body.

“Stop thinking about it, let’s just watch Star Wars and forget I said anything” She pouted and while her actions were completely innocent, I couldn’t help the feeling that made its way to my crotch. My hands flew to her hips to softly push her off me but that never happened, my eyes kept flicking from her eyes to her lips and I wasn’t aware of how much I was inching towards her.

“Stiles…” She whispered and I stopped moving completely. “Should I stop….” I murmured.

When she didn’t say anything and slowly brushed my lips against hers, searching her eyes for any signs of rejection or doubt. When I didn’t find any, I fully pressed my lips onto hers. They were soft, just like I imagined and the moved perfectly against mine. I moved my hands up to cup her face because I didn’t want them roaming to places they shouldn’t go. I wanted to take my time with her, I wanted to prove that she actually meant something to me. Normally I’d use my words but she literally makes me speechless, every single time I look at her.

My teeth grazed against her bottom lip and she parted her mouth with a low moan. Her fingers tangle themselves in my hair as my tongue slips into her mouth. Not long after I pulled away because apparently my breathing and kissing skills don’t go hand in hand. I was breathing heavily looking up at her and I think she surprises both of us when her lips came in contact with my neck. The bulge in my khakis definitely became more prominent and if she only moved her hips the slightest bit she’d feel it too. I didn’t want her to believe it was only about sex, and I definitely didn’t want her to believe the things she’s heard about me. So I slowly push her off my and lay her on the couch.

“If we keep this up I don’t know If I’ll be able to stop myself” Her lips were swollen, and slightly more red than they normally are. She looked up at me with her Doe eyes and I decide then, that I’m going to call her Bambi.

“I’m s-sorry, do you not want to” She stuttered and I shook my head quickly.

“No no no, I want this. I really want this. But you haven’t done anything like this before. And I really want to take my time with you” I whispered, hovering over her to place a kiss on her lips.

“I promise, we’ll get there. Okay Bambi” She giggled at the nickname and nodded.

“Thanks Stiles” She kissed my cheek “But you never told me why you hang out with me”

I laughed and sat up properly, pulling her up after.

“How much time do you have?”

It would be really unrealistic if every single character in a roleplay is a ray of sunshine, there will always be at least one character that is labeled the “bitch” or “asshole” , someone who step over the characters boundries or are just simply annoying and need to be told. If you are like me and got trouble knowing how to respond to them I have gathered up some comebacks for you too use. I did not make up these on my own, i´ve found them from browsing the web. Please like or reblog if you use.

Note: please take notice that some of these might not work for every situation

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laikawanderinginspace  asked:

Hi i'm kaila.I'm seriously considering becoming an asl interpreter and I wanted to know what are some qualities that make a good interpreter? I just want to know if I'm even the right kind of person for it. Anyway thank you for your time :) ♡♡♡

Hello!

That’s great you are considering in the wonderful career path of Sign Language Interpreting!

Every deaf person has their own version of a ‘good interpreter’ but I think the most common would be “The one who knows their stuff and is actually an Ally/willing to accommodate”

For me, I have had interpreters mainly for events and school so I only know them from that.

I love an interpreter who is funny but serious in their job. I have interpreters who are there to interpret but in between that they make funny jokes or after interpreting for me, we would talk. The interpreters KNOW what they are doing and I can see they are passionate in doing it. 

Another thing is they know what to do/say. I always grew up advocating for myself for certain situations. But when I had interpreter for classes they were asking if there will be movies with CC. Making sure that yes, they have the accessibility in movie (in case it doesn’t have CC, so they can study in advance) but also for me too. Funny enough, after first day of class I was talking to my friend then I was heading over to my prof to ask about Movies & CC. When I say “I have a question about movies” Interpreter: Let me guess, you are probably going to say what I just asked. Me: About CC? Interpreter: YES! Great minds think alike! 

But they (interpreter) knows boundaries. They know that they shouldn’t mouth for us when we have our own. They are there to interpret what we are saying. Or they are there to interpret for us to know what whoever is saying. 

From my interpreters they say “We love feedback” meaning it’s great to let them know what I want them to do. Meaning “Signing space smaller, bigger” “Could you do this mode of communication for me? (ASL,PSE,SEE, lipmovement…)”  or “I came up with this sign because those signs are quite similar and we use those two signs a lot” kind of thing.

There are different “"degrees”“ of Interpreters. Kind of hard to explain. But I know there is certified/qualified/registered interpreters. I think each have their own meaning behind it. There is Interpreting for school, medical, law, etc. 

I hope this helps :)

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“I was told love should be unconditional. That’s the rule, everyone says so. But if love has no boundaries, no limits, no conditions, why should anyone try to do the right thing ever? If I know I am loved no matter what, where is the challenge? I am supposed to love Nick despite all his shortcomings. And Nick is supposed to love me despite my quirks. But clearly, neither of us does. It makes me think that everyone is very wrong, that love should have many conditions. Love should require both partners to be their very best at all times.”

Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher

My theory: Dolores was one of those girls who knew more about sex than she should have. I mean Charlotte was obviously not going to give her a proper education and so Lo turned to books and that’s why she did some of the things she did (yes, I know Humbert is an unreliable narrotor but he can only make up so much). When Humbert came she developed a crush on this mysterious French man, and started pushing her boundaries and flirting like a normal 12-year-old girl. My theory is that the first time at the Enchanted Hunters she thought they would have like some “love affair” or something like in the books and movies she loved but it wasn’t until she found out about her mother’s death that everything went downhill. Similar to how Humbert froze when Annabelle died, any romantic attraction for Hum froze inside of Lola and that’s when she realized that he doesn’t like her, he likes her age. But that’s just a theory, the only one who knows what is true is Vladimir himself but we obviously can’t ask him.

anonymous asked:

Do you think Steve was, in his grief, projecting his feelings for Peggy onto Sharon, and kissing her was a way of dealing with that? (like its a case of "this is as close as it gets")

i definitely do, nony. peggy is gone, bucky’s on the run from the government, steve’s upset and sharon is there. doesn’t help that she looked ready to pounce on him at hER AUNTS FUNERAL. who does that? don’t get me wrong, steve was making eyes at her too. totally ooc for him. so i think steve and sharon kissed because steve misses peggy and sharon is there and she has lips. that’s it. it is fairly irritating because it is soooo wrong of steve to kiss sharon because he can’t have peggy. i’m going to chalk it up as another mcu mistake and remove it from my mind canon-wise. it’s ooc for steve, and if sharon respects her aunt like she says she does (she’s very good at lying though, just watch caws again) then she wouldn’t have kissed steve either. course, we don’t know if this is out of character for sharon, because we know more about the fucking plums bucky was looking at at the market than her.

so let’s break this down on why it is ooc for steve to kiss sharon after peggy’s funeral:

we have this beautiful, lasting relationship. it has spanned over five movies, a short, and a tv show. marvel did not have to make steggy all that it is. they did not have to include peggy carter in everything steve was involved in (and even more, i.e. ant-man), they didn’t have to portray them as long lost lovers, and show the journey they both took at losing each other and letting each other go.

they didn’t have to show the love they shared, even if it was just one kiss, over and over and over again. they didn’t have to make steve truly feel like a man out of time, and like he wouldn’t be able to find anyone with shared life experience ever again, because his best friend and his best girl couldn’t remember him.

now peggy is dead, bucky’s going back into cryosleep. and steve is alone. so is that it? is that the end? hell no.

they didn’t have to do this. listen to me, they did not have to do this. but they fucking did.

let me tell you something: this steggy kiss, it wasn’t just a kiss. the kiss was special, but it was just an expression of feeling. i am more interested in steggy’s mental relationship. something st*ron don’t have. you don’t have to have sex, get married, or kiss more than once to know whether or not you love someone. for some reason, people think you do. but i knew these two idiots loved each other throughout that entire movie (catfa). and to my surprise and delight, people saw it too. the audience, the writers. and you know what they did? they kept it going. they made it one of the best love stories of our time.

you know what’s just a kiss? st*ron.

steggy had goddamn shared life experience. it was common interests; fighting for something you believe in and damn what everyone else has to say about it. it was overcoming boundaries; you’re a woman so you can’t be in the army; you’re skinny and sickly so you can’t be in the army. it was being someone people looked up to; steve, fucking captain fucking america, relied on peggy for advice, she was his moral compass, always was, still is; steve was humble and smart and kind and he didn’t like to brag because he never had anything to brag about, so he becomes a fucking super hero and he’s STILL not an asshole. it was being through A WAR. you develop relationships with people, you change and you see those around you change. all of you now have seen some shit, and you can’t ever come back from it or erase what you’ve seen, but at least you have people who understand. at least you’re not alone. it was genuine respect and admiration for each other; stevie boy learned real quick you don’t mess with peggy carter, because she worked her ass off to get here, and she’ll be damned if a tall piece of succulent turkey breast in tights ruins it for her; peggy saw something in steve that only a select few people saw (erskine, bucky): she saw beyond the skinny frame and awkward conversation making, she saw a person, someone who was grateful and humble and mindful of others..during a war! a person who wanted to fight, but whose objective was not to kill, but to grant people justice. what isn’t admirable about that? what isn’t admirable about a woman in the army, punching a dick for calling her names? (dude his face lit up when she suckerpunched hodge, like slayy girl).

you know what isn’t shared life experience (like not even a bit)? st*ron.

so because of what i know steggy means to each other, i will never, and i can never, compare it to st*ron. they loved each other, so much. their love is indescribable..but i will give it a shot: it is forever. it’s not going away anytime soon. this story between them was built and sculpted over a span of 5 years, and it continues, even after death.

compared to steggy, st*ron is absolutely nothing. it could have had the potential to be the love story, sharon could have been the love of steve’s life. but she wasn’t, and she isn’t. so to try to half-ass build this “relationship” up in the span of one movie is insulting to the fans (all of the people who ship steve with people whose names he’s known more than five minutes and people who like st*ron, because even though i think the comic relationship is awful, people still liked it and THIS is what you give them? why aren’t more people angry??) and disrespectful to the one person you should never, and who i never thought steve would ever disrespect: peggy.

Cameron Dallas Imagine (Special Request)

Requested by Anonymous: "Cameron Dallas imagine where you are younger than him and people are rude about it but he doesn’t care about it wants to take care of the situation"

Your P.O.V

This was the first time me and Cameron were going to go out in public, and to be honest, I wasn’t feeling it. Since he introduced me to his fans, I was getting a lot of hate. Cam is 20 and I’m only 15, so people don’t approve our relationship. I get messages with hate all the time. Here are some examples:

“You and Cameron should broke up. You’re a little kid”

“Wow, Cameron is a pedophile. You’re just 15”

The truth is that I don’t think I’m too young to date Cameron. But I’m too young to be dealing with all this hate. I’m not the most mature of all the girls in the world, so I don’t know how to react to this, and every reaction I have might initiate a revolution and then I’ll get more hate. Wow! Being Cameron’s girlfriend is not an easy task, and I’m realizing that now.

— Babe? — I heard Cameron calling from behind me.

— I’m coming. Where are we going?

— It’s a suprise, baby. Are you ready?

— I’m almost ready. Wait.

— Of course you’re not ready, you stood there for half an hour just looking at the air — He said, laughing.

— Yeah, I was thinking.

— About what? Why are you so serious?

— Cam. I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I can deal with all the hate I’m getting. I didn’t do anything besides trying to make you happy.

— Why are you listening to all the hate you’re getting? Why are you even thinking about that?

— Because it hurts me, Cameron. I’m only 15, I want to be able to enjoy my life. To go out, to have fun, without having to think about what other people might think of me — At this point, I was almost in tears.

— You don’t have to worry about that! Worry about you for a change. Worry about having fun and enjoying yourself. Enjoying my company. ‘Cause that’s what I’m doing.

— You’re stronger than I am. And people are being rude.

— Don’t do this, please. Let me take care of it. 

— How? I don’t want you to lose fans because of me.

— If people are judging us, knowing that I’m happy with you, they aren’t fans.

— They are the people who got you to where you are now. If you’re famous, that’s because of them.

— I know. And I’m not gonna be against them. But I need to protect you.

— I know how to protect myself.

— You just told me this hurts you. And that you didn’t know how to deal with this.

— I know what I said. I hate when you repeat things I say and use it against me — I said, laughing.

 

Cam started to laugh. He then came closer to me and put his arms around my waist.

— I know you don’t want, but I’m still going to take care of this situation. The hate has to stop. And to be honest, I don’t even know how people can hate such a pretty girl like you —  He pressed his forehead against mine.

—  You’re pretty good looking yourself and there’s people hating you either.

—  It’s funny how you can’t say “You’re beautiful” directly to me, but you take advantage of every indirect to tell me that. I know I’m beautiful, you don’t have to say it to me, but it would be nice sometimes.

—  Ha! Ha! And you can’t say a sentence without complimenting yourself.

— How about you stay at home with this beautiful and attractive guy right here? We can watch some movies.

— I’d love to. Where is he? — I laughed.

— You’re not funny.

He hold my hand and we laid in bed. We watched a movie and I fell asleep with my head on his chest. When I was with him, nothing mattered, not even the age boundaries that we have. The important part is that we aren’t bothered by our age difference. And as long as we are okay with it, nothing else matters.

The next morning when I woke up, I went on twitter and saw this:

Cameron Dallas @camerondallas · Jan 9
I was watching a movie with the bae and she fell asleep in the beggining. Yeah, she’s a kid. My kid.

I’m sorry for taking so long :( I’m such a lazy ass. Hope you like it.

Couldn’t be helped.

Originally posted by missamandawinchester

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Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3204

Pretty sure this is considered angst. 

Song Fic inspired by - Can’t help falling in love by Ingrid Michaelson


My mother used to have this saying, I can’t really remember it word for word but the gist of it was that love comes unexpectedly and if you were not open to it then you could let the best thing in life pass you by. As a child, I hung on her every word and that saying was the one thing that provided a bit of steadier ground than the Disney movies other girls my age were so fond of. My mother didn’t promise a prince, nor did she promise that he would save me. Well, she didn’t promise me a gender at all. My mother was of the all-accepting variety and did not believe in squandering talent or happiness because one did not fall into a set of boundaries, either modern or ancient.

The one thing I didn’t get the chance to learn from my parents was how to keep that love once you found it. As children we may see the fights and arguments that our parents go through, some rougher than others, and we know it cannot be as easy as they make it look in the movies. Yet some will still believe in lightening striking and the perfect person landing in the right place at just the right time and wah-la! Soulmate. And they all lived happily ever after. The end.

Only life isn’t a fairy tale, or at least not the G rated ones they like to tout around nowadays.

Grimm’s fairy tales are a little more realistic if we are all honest with each other, but “think of the children” is the new motto. It is funny because those tales were created to keep the children from wandering out in the dark, into strangers, or into the forest with a red cape. We all know being a female and wearing the color red is the sign of the devil so, obviously little red was up to no good. Because some people are idiots. And by people, I mainly mean certain men who like to control things. But then my mother taught me not to judge an entire group by a few spoiled specimens. So, I’ll say people.

Of course, I could be biased. I see the world from a different angle and through a different lens. A hunter is not exactly par for the course of normal living. Maybe if my life had gone in a different direction, maybe if a monster hadn’t slaughtered my family in the dead of night, then maybe I would agree with those “think of the children- keep it G rated” people. But then maybe not, I was never one to go with the flow of the crowd.

Where was I going with this? Oh, right. How I met Dean Winchester and got myself in this predicament. It was most definitely unexpected. A high fly right out of left field, as my father would say.

It was a normal case for me, right down to the predictable little monster who played the same game as so many of his kind. Up until I stumbled upon two very unpredictable hunters working the same case. I tried to separate from them, tried to let them handle the case and leave it alone, but I could never leave a man behind. Something my father’s old military background must have instilled in me. Especially when one of those men had a really terrible plan and could very well get them both killed. I can still picture it as if it was yesterday.

I came upon the old, rusted out warehouse and quickly found a way inside through a broken window on the first floor. I knew the creature liked some place cold and damp to feed and the basement would be my best bet. I made it to the muddy ground floor and glanced around a corner to see who was on the menu and things really became interesting.

“I told you this was a bad idea, Dean.” Sam, the taller yet younger of the brothers, struggled at his bindings.

“Yes, thank you. That really helps the situation.” Dean griped as he tried to reach his side pocket.

I stepped around the corner and walked into the room. They both turned to look at the incoming sound. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

“Well, well. Look at that. I guess she didn’t leave our asses to get ganked after all. Such empty threats. I don’t think I can trust you anymore.” Dean gave that smug little face that I was sure he used many times before as a flirtation tactic. It was a poor one but I was sure it got him laid enough to make him think it worked.

I walked around him and bent down to cut Sam’s bindings. “I told you your plan sucked. Only fools rush in, I believe were my exact words. And it was gonna get you killed. I never actually said I’d let you get your brother killed too. Maybe that’s just another difference between men and women. We actually use our brains to make a plan instead of just using brute force and blazing guns.”

“Correction, women and Sam.” I could hear another full of himself grin as he tried to glance behind him where I stood in front of Sam.

Sam stood up and rubbed his wrists. “Really?”

I handed Sam my knife and quirked my brow at the back of Dean’s head, “I see that as a good quality in your brother.” I turned to Sam, “should we just leave him?”

Sam grimaced as he watched his brother, “I don’t know. I mean he is a pain in the ass but he’s my brother.”

Dean craned his neck to see us. “You know I thought something like this would be kind of emasculating but ya know, it’s actually kinda hot.”

“Is he always like this?” I asked without taking my eyes off the struggling Winchester.

Sam bent down beside Dean’s chair and started cutting the bindings on his legs. “Unfortunately.”

I bit my lip because I thought it might teach him a thing or two if we left him there for a while. “Wow. You must have the patience of a saint. I mean you’re how old and haven’t killed him yet? You deserve a medal or peace prize or something.”

“Aw sweet heart, you wound me.” He pressed his now freed hand to his chest as he turned to face me.

“I could give you a lasting memory if you like. I won’t mark up your face since I know that’s your most important feature.” There was a quick flash of something across said feature before he locked it down behind his cocky façade.

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To the Almost Lover:
We were both sixteen
Your hazel eyes and perfectly straight teeth shone brighter than the stars outside the window
We lay in the bed together
A forbidden love, some might call it
You had a girlfriend, and I was just the girl that could make you laugh

It started off with jokes,
Punching shoulders and rolling with giggles
Fingers lingering longer than necessary
Your eyes squinted behind those glasses
and me trying to catch my breath
both from the laughter and the way you looked at me

It moved onto movie nights
Of us sharing couches and me putting my feet in your lap
And then my head
you playing with my hair
and I with your hands
holding them together, wishing we wouldn’t have to break apart

It moved onto sleepovers
our bodies starting out at arms length away
and then your fingers stretching across the sheets to touch mine
I play with the hem of your shirt while you trace patterns on my back
and we stare into each others eyes without sleeping once

It moved onto the fighting
pretending that our arguments were fake, and we would be okay
feeling the guilt of what had happened
because you still said you were in love
and it wasn’t with me
that was the first time you called me a bitch and meant it
but we both know you were just to blame as I was

It moved onto the cold shoulder
the “we’re still friends but now we have boundaries”
the “my girlfriend doesn’t want me to have movie nights anymore”
wishing we could go back to how it used to be
because pretending I don’t care is fucking killing me

—  I wish I could write something that doesn’t revolve around you