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All About Them Bros (Supernatural Parody)
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All About Them Bros (Supernatural Parody)

Here is my Supernatural parody of  “All About That Bass.”
Karaoke track provided by: TracksPlanetUK
Original song belongs to it’s rightful owners.
Lyrics were adjusted by me.

You can barely hear me at times so the lyrics are below :)
Hope you like it! Please no hate.
I’m just having fun; no hate against those who ship Wincest. 

LYRICS:


Because you know I’m all about them bros, ‘bout them bros, no Wincest.
I’m all about them bros, ‘bout them bros, no Wincest.
I’m all about them bros, ‘bout them bros. no Wincest.
I’m all about them bros, ‘bout them bros.



Yeah it’s pretty clear, I don’t know what to do.
I can’t take it, take it, it’s out of the blue.
I see that Wincest, thrown at my face.
All the wrong junk, in all the wrong places.

I see my dashboard, working that photoshop,
we know that it ain’t real, come on now make it stop.
I see their booty, booties; it’s just too much;
Every inch of them from the bottom to the top.


Yeah you know Tumblr told me don’t worry about the guys.
It says “boys like that make good fanfiction for late at night.”
You know, I won’t ever ship this, no not at all.
But if that’s what you’re into, we can still get along.

Because you know I’m all about them bros, ‘bout them bros, no Wincest.
I’m all about them bros, ‘bout them bros, no Wincest.
I’m all about them bros, ‘bout them bros. no Wincest.
I’m all about them bros, ‘bout them bros. 


I’m bringing brothers back,  
go ‘head and tell them shippers that,
I’m not playing but I respect your cat,
but I don’t want to see,
every inch of them from the bottom to the top.


Yeah you know Tumblr told me don’t worry about the guys.
It says “boys like that make good fanfiction for late at night.”
You know, I won’t ever ship this, no not at all.
But if that’s what you’re into, we can still get along.

Because you know I’m all about them bros, ‘bout them bros, no Wincest.
I’m all about them bros, ‘bout them bros, no Wincest.
I’m all about them bros, ‘bout them bros. no Wincest.
I’m all about them bros, ‘bout them bros. (repeat x1,000)


A New Member

Summary: Steve and Sam find a dog on their jog and sneak him into the tower. One-by-one, each member falls in love with the three-legged pup.

Character(s): Trip, Steve Rogers*/Captain America*, Sam Wilson*/Falcon*, Bucky Barnes*/the Winter Soldier*, Natasha Romanoff*/the Black Widow*, Wanda Maximoff*/the Scarlet Witch*, Clint Barton*/Hawkeye*, VIsion*, Thor*, Pepper Potts*, Tony Stark*/Iron Man*, Bruce Banner*/the Hulk*

Location(s): New York City, Stark Tower*

Warnings: mild language.

Word Count: 5484

Master List 


“Damn it, Rogers!” Sam grunted as Steve passed him for the fifth time. It was the first warm Saturday in weeks, and they had decided to run a few laps at the nearby park. As hard as he tried, he never could outrun the Captain. “Fine, fine” Steve laughed, “I’ll give you some time to catch up!” He grabbed his water bottle from the duffle bag they had left on the bench and sat down on a soft patch of grass. “One more lap, Wilson! Hustle, hustle!” he joked as Sam jogged past him, who flipped him off with a smirk in response.

He pulled off his t-shirt and leaned back on his elbows, stretching his legs out in front of him, and was lost in thought looking at the fluffy clouds overhead. He was so distracted that he almost missed the sensation of a cold, damp nose poking his bare shoulder. He jumped back in surprise, but then as his eyes fell on the scruffy, disheveled Shepherd in front of him, he smiled.

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anonymous asked:

pre-stanford!sam figuring out what kind of clothes he likes, trying on a dress with sunflower print and putting his hair up. twirling around in front of a tall mirror~ dean walks in to see why sam is taking so long to try on his clothes and finds him. ( basically supportive dean and lots of kisses and playing with the hem of the dress?? uwu ) // just a thoughy

Wincest + fem!sam

A/N: Anon, that’s so damn cutE

Sam hasn’t had much experience in experimenting with what he wants to wear mainly because the life he lives doesn’t leave him many options. But he’s thought about it before. Thought about the feel of cashmere on his skin, soft over his stomach, moving fluidly with his body, the hem of a blue sun dress tickling an inch above his knees. Every time they, his father and Dean and him, pass women on the street Dean immediately follows the curve of their body in appreciation. Sam, however, doesn’t. He follows the flow of their clothes, their pony tails and lip gloss and earrings and perfume trailing behind them enticingly.

He wants it. Bad.

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