no more sam feels

anonymous asked:

How do you think Sam is? Romantic? More closed off?? I've been having major Sam feels lately

sam is definitely romantic. he’s more romantic outside of public eye though. he’s very intimate and he only likes showing certain people himself (wholly). sam’s the dancing in the kitchen at night, singing softly to songs playing in the background while he lays behind you with your fingers laced with his, making playlists for you, plucking out flowers from someone else’s garden to give to you kind of romantic. not big on PDA but he’s all for eskimo and butterfly kisses at home, he likes to hold hands though. and he likes kissing the top of your head and he’s always there to calm you down when you’re sad or stressed because he does it with his brothers so often. sam is super soft and cute and wow i think i might’ve fallen in love with sam????

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This in 12x16 felt like another solid character moment, to me; not just the fact that Dean left, but that Sam stayed. I think it’s the same difference in attitude that prompts Dean to squash down and deny the things that worry him (or, the flipside of the same coin, to accept them with fatalistic helplessness) whereas Sam will stare steely-eyed and insistent into the face of his problems. (Of course, that can certainly be problematic too.)

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In Season 12, Castiel talked about feeling more like family with Sam, Dean, & Mary. Will that change how you play Castiel or how he feels?

  • I do think that Cas might be starting to accept that.
  • When he comes back his death hasn’t shaken him to the core in a way that it did for the boys.

(・・;)ゞ

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve will 100% do something if Bucky says he shouldn't/won't/can't... and the team tries to see the craziest thing they can get Steve to do.

“No you won’t.”  Bucky pinched his eyebrows together for the most disbelieving expression as he could muster.

Steve scowled and stood, marching off to his suite.  

“Holy shit.  What just happened?  We’ve been trying to get Steve to get some rest for days.”  Clint was glad that he wasn’t the only one looking mildly shocked.  

Bucky shrugged.  “He’s a competitive asshole.  There’s no faster way to get him to do something than to tell him he can’t or won’t.”

Natasha made an interested sound, but said nothing.  

**

In the morning, Clint arrived at the communal kitchen to see Steve making pancakes, Natasha sat at the table in pjs with a steaming mug of coffee.

“Uh.”

“Steve’s pretty sure he knows his way around breakfast, but I guess we’ll have to see.” She smiled sweetly.  

The pancakes were blueberry chocolate chip.  And delicious.  

“Guess you were right, Steve.”  Natasha said not at all begrudgingly and light-as-air.

**

It seemed unfair how many times Clint was in the medical bay.  But it was worth it, when he saw Steve sitting there, holding a compress to his side, Sam calmly (smugly) reading a book beside him.  

“What-“

“-Don’t give him any more ammunition than he already thinks he has, Barton,” Steve started, “I’m more than willing to see a doctor if I need to. Especially,” he glared at Sam, “because I know it sets a good example for my team.”

Sam held up a placating hand.  “My bad, man.  Guess I had some confirmation bias going on there.”

Clint sat down in the empty seat next to Sam and wondered whether he’d been hit in the head harder than he’d originally thought.

**

“I’m just saying.  I get the feeling that maybe you can’t.” Rhodey smiled.  

Steve squared his jaw and stepped decisively in line for the Cyclone.

It wasn’t until after, laughing and dizzy and leaning on each other for support that Steve studied Rhodey and said: “I know what you’re all doing, you know.  I just can’t help it.”

Rhodey shook his head, smiling.  “Yeah. I know.  Bet you can’t eat more fried oreos than I can.”

Steve laughed, and led the way.  

The Holy Grail of Sam Wilson Fanfic Recs

A list of recommended Sam-positive fanfics and authors by @lunaaltare and @unclesteeb. For more information on how this list was created, click here. 

Just a special reminder to check out @samwilsonbirthdaybang! Let’s keep creating awesome works!

Thank you to everyone who contributed to this list in any way!! HAPPY READING!

Holy Grail of Sam FanFic Recs And Authors:

Dreadnought by lunaaltare [Sam/Steve/Bucky, 60k, Explicit]

It’s 2015. So when a Nazi organization bags and kidnaps a bisexual black man to be their next asset, he guesses they’re trying their hand at this whole progressive thing, too. 

Make Me Your Home by Unclesteeb [Sam/Steve, 3k, Teen]

Sometimes, things need more than dusting and cleaning. Sometimes, things just require a lot of hard work.

When There’s Rain Showers by AmarieMelody [Sam/Bucky, 12k, Explicit]

In which Sam and Bucky are married and have a certain code language.

Humor, fluff, more humor, and gratuitous smut at the end.

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~ SPN 12x11 coda ~

Dean’s head still throbbed by the time the [Lebanon - 13 miles] sign gleamed in the Impala’s headlights. The three cups of coffee at dinner had not helped to ease the pain, and neither had the four Ibuprofen Sam gave him once they got back to the car. Sleep – that’s what he needed now.

He rubbed his hand over his face, grimacing at the stabbing ache behind his eyes. “Want me to take over?” Sam asked, Dean dropping his hand to the wheel. He sounded concerned and rightly so. If Dean was being honest with himself, Sam should have been the one to drive.

But since when was he honest, especially with himself?

“Nah, I’m good.” He tightened his grip on the steering wheel when Sam scoffed. “Besides, we’re almost home.”

Dean could almost feel Sam roll his eyes. He scanned the shadowed turnoffs for the one that would lead them home. His inner autopilot told him that it was coming up soon, but the actual location was escaping him right now. Panic fluttered in his chest and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from voicing his concerns. He could figure this out; he could remember this…there was no need to worry Sam.

“Dean.” Sam pointed off to the left side of the road. “Did you forget our turn?” He recognized it then, his anxiety decreasing a little as he slowed down and turned onto the gravel road.

It was not too long before they reached the bunker. Dean was relieved, if not a little overwhelmed, by the rush of memories flooding. Everything would be back to normal in the morning, probably…He just needed to sleep off the lingering remains of the spell.

“Go inside,” Sam said once Dean parked the Impala. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“So bossy.” Dean slipped out of his seat and grinned back at Sam. He closed the car door and trudged to the front door, his keys jingling in his hand.

The muted sounds of a far-off TV greeted Dean once he was inside the bunker. He squinted, the florescent lights grating against his headache. The high-pitched ring of the TV led him to the study where he found Cas. He glanced over to the doorway when Dean cleared his throat. “Hey, Cas.”

“You’re back.” His brow furrowed as Dean staggered into the room. Little specks of light danced around the edges of his vision as Cas sat up on the couch. “Are you okay? Dean?” Dean nodded, his temples throbbing in protest at the quick movement. He must have winced, judging by the concerned tch of Cas’ tongue. Dean sat on the edge of the couch next to him and met his eyes. “What happened?”

“Witch. Lost my memory for a while. Now all I’ve got is this headache.”

Cas extended his hand, placing his fore and middle fingertips on Dean’s temple. The vice-like pressure vanished in a blink of an eye. Cas’ gentle touch lingered for a few seconds before he dropped his hand to the space between them on the couch. “Better?”

Dean moved to stand, happy to find that the world was no longer topsy-turvy. “Much. Thanks, buddy.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” 

Dean looked down at Cas who had gone back to watching TV, anxiety tightening around his chest. The mantra he had chanted to himself all day sprang unbidden to his mind once again. My name is Dean Winchester. Sam is my brother. Mary Winchester is my mom. And Casti – 

“You’re my best friend.” He blurted before the panic he felt earlier could settle in again. “You know that, right?” A tiny smile curved the corner of Cas’ lips as he nodded. “Promise me you won’t forget that.”

Cas glanced over, looking like he was about to make some sort of sarcastic remark. His smirk, slight as it was, dropped when he took in Dean’s solemn expression. “I promise.”

A sigh of relief loosened the anxious tension constricting his chest. Dean smiled as he headed for the door. “Night, Cas.” He paused when he reached the doorway, glancing over his shoulder to find Cas watching him. “See you tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

i never see any bpd positive posts so

s/o to all the trans ppl with bpd who are told their gender identity isn’t valid because of their bpd

s/o to all the kids with violent impulses and thoughts and then being thrown slurs and people saying you need to be “”locked up”” like an animal

s/o to all the kids who get made fun of because of mood swings and because of “”weird”” quirks bc of bpd

anonymous asked:

Is there any reason why you're not on the market? Or are you just not looking for a relationship right now?

I’m closer than I have been in a long time, but I don’t think I’d feel comfortable committing to it yet. So no girlfriends for me :’(

Because I just binged the second half of season 12 and I need a pick-me-up.

The first twenty-four hours Cas is back (and wholly human), Dean hovers like Sam has never seen. Every time Sam has almost died ever? Cake, compared to the way Dean follows Castiel around the bunker like some sad, confused, lost puppy. 

And the worst part is that Cas is just happy to bask in the attention. Like he knows that this is the closest he and Dean will ever be, and he’s content to take advantage while it lasts.

It’s a little pathetic:

Cas will walk into the kitchen, dressed in the sweats and t-shirt left out for him to make him more comfortable, and lo and behold, not even thirty seconds later, Dean will follow. He’ll hover for a couple of seconds, they’ll do the whole ‘staring but not really staring’ thing, and then Dean, miraculously now in Castiel’s personal space, will casually ask something like: “you hungry?” and Cas’ll nod like his life depends on it. 

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anonymous asked:

I don't know why but your Sybil makes me think of Rose from Steven Universe, it's cute

accurate, tbh

gentle tol who could lead armies and probably destroy you, but would rather spend time with her smol (ie: a man with an overwhelming, protective love for his son and who accidentally married his way into Weirdness)

GUYS

soulmate AU where you know the last name of your soulmate.

sam’s is ‘novak’ and cas’ is ‘winchester’ 

they become collage roommates and things are awkward as fuck because tbh they feel nothing for each other in that way at all. the feelings cas is developing to sam are more friendly than romantic

then they meet the other’s brother

i’m a nice person until you insult sam winchester

Well Respected Man

Wincest Writing Challenge: (August) | @ilostmyshoe-79​ vs. @soy-em

Prompt: A Well Respected Man by The Kinks

Pairing (s): Swesson, Dean Smith/Sam Wesson

Word Count: 2700

Summary: Sam lets loose on the weekend and runs into someone he works with.

Tags/Triggers: smut, rimming


“Hey Wesson, you doing anything fun this weekend?” Ian asks, leaning across their cubicles. “I’ve got a date. Meeting this chick I’ve been talking to online. She’s wild, man. Crazy hot pictures.”

Sam snorts and taps his pencil against the bobble-head he keeps next to his computer screen. “Yeah? What if she shows up and turns out to be a middle-aged man or something?”

“If he can do half of the things that we talked about in our messages, then I wouldn’t even care.”

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