screw you i do what i want


I’m tired of getting these stupid offers to work on people’s “passion projects” for free, usually with the promise of compensation when/if the project takes off. Guess what? I don’t care that you’re passionate about it, I care if you’re competent. When you knock on my door asking for free work, its a clear sign that you aren’t. You might have hopes that your project hits it big and that you’ll eventually get rich off of it, but if you REALLY believed in it, I feel like you’d be more willing to put your own livelihood on the line instead of asking an artist to do it for you. If I do a bunch of free work hoping it’ll pay off, I’m not doing other work that could actually feed me and pay my bills. And what happens when the project doesn’t get funded or some important factor blows up or everyone decides to quit out early? I get screwed. So, no. I don’t want to work on your passion project. Not unless I get paid up front.

Everything I Know About The Stormlight Archive Based On ~The Internet~

And by “Know” I mean am half-guessing/completely making up because I’ve seen about 10 posts on my dash but I’m reading this thing today so


-One of them is Shallon Davar and she’s a ginger

-But her left hand is always covered????? What happened there.

-Also Pattern. I’m not even gonna guess on that one; looks weird.

-And then there’s Kaladin. He seems to have a blue color pallet.

-He has weird markings on his forehead, and probably other places. No idea what that’s about, but they look cool.

-Kaladin looks cool. I am interested in Kaladin.

-He also has a Navi. Named Syl? Idk but she looks smol and blue and I like her.

-There’s also someone named Dalinar Kholin.

-I know literally nothing about Dalinar.

-Roshar. Is what the world is called. Probably.

-I’m sure the magic stuff has a name too but I’m forgetting it. There is magic right? I’m pretty sure there is.

-I am a stick.

-But you could be fire.

-Do they use “Storms” as a swear word? 

The books are long af. I think I will enjoy this.

Dan needs to be stopped...

in dan and phil’s monster pop baking video…in just one video….

dan: YES it is time for some more dan and phil festive action. WOAH you all went there
dan: *pinches nipples*
phil: do you think there’s anyone sexually attracted to spiders?
dan: teach me dad
phil: pinch, and then screw
dan: that is a cleaann release, oh and phil is getting bukkaked right in the middle of our kitche- phIL mOVE THE THING
dan: as i just…*lick*…clean up the…
dan: you’re literally going to impale me
dan: god i just wanna pour that all over my body
dan: oh phil lick that spatula you gotta give people what they want. ooh get closer oooh sweeet shit
dan: now i’m hornyyyYYyyyyYYYYYYYYY
dan: cus you’ll get slugs in your mouth and you dont want that unlessyoureintothat i dunnooo..
dan: ok stick me
phil: *makes guttural noise when piercing the ball*
dan: oh that is needing to get flagged
phil: now they’re gunna moNstEr and CHiLL
dan: look at those haaardd ballss
dan: um, consent, guy on the end. you need to respect people’s boundaries
dan: cover it cover it good. yesss get that naughty ball covered in chocolate
dan: ok im gunna go for thIs bad boy
dan: this is gunna be orgasmic
dan: *sexually licks cream off his finger*
dan: *singing* what do i want in here i want your ass
dan: oh im aCTUALLY Having an orgasm ok i need to leave the room
dan: i would eat me any day of the week. mm. i am delicious
dan: yeah thats right you got impaled by dan

I swear dan is a kinky little shit
These boys need to stop do they even realise what kinda power they have

Hamilton Characters as Stuff I've Heard at Lunch
  • Jefferson: I'm honestly better than everyone at this table. Better yet, at this school. Even more, in this whole damn country.
  • James Madison: I just wish you people would stop fighting for like a minute and a half? All I want is silence. For a minute and a half.
  • Burr: I'll just sit here and enjoy the chaos around me
  • Eliza: I'm so grateful for everything right now, and I just want to hug everyone.
  • Angelica: Whenever I'm nice, I get screwed over. So I'll just be smart and sassy instead.
  • Peggy: Is anyone listening to me? Anyone at all? No? What am I saying, even I'm not listening to myself anymore!
  • John Laurens: My sexuality and gender is turtles
  • Lafayette: Oui Oui Why do you hate me me?
  • Hercules Mulligan: Look at these pants. Look. What beauty. What grace. What pants.
  • King George III: you'll be sorry when you're dead in my bathtub
  • George Washington: not gonna lie I'm tired of this whole, "dealing with people and problems" thing
Apology Sentence Starters

Adjust pronouns as necessary.

“Please forgive me.”
“I didn’t want this to happen.”
“I was wrong!”
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Please – just hear me out.”
“You don’t have to forgive me.”
“You know I didn’t mean that!”
“I’m sorry.”
“That wasn’t my intention.”
“You don’t deserve this.”
“Let me make it up to you.”
“Please believe me.”
“I want to make this work!”
“Can’t we just talk it over?”
“How can I fix this?”
“I know I screwed up.”
"I did this for you/us/them!”
“If I could take it back, I would!”
“I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”
"Tell me what I have to do to.”
“I just wanted to apologize.”

softer world sentence meme.

❛ we buried truth under playgrounds. ❜
❛ it’s hard to get rid of people who don’t know you hate them. ❜
❛ you make me want to pretend to be a better man. ❜
❛ those who can, do. those who can’t apparently run this fucking place. ❜
❛ live and learn, or die and teach by example. ❜
❛ there should be a word for the things we do not because we want to, but because we want to be the kind of person that wants to. ❜
❛ you won’t live forever in their memories. the way you treated them will. ❜
❛ one day i’ll be me. ❜
❛ nobody dies before their time. that’s what ‘ their time ’ means. ❜
❛ some people aren’t books, they’re poems. ❜
❛ there’s a darkness on the edge of town. ❜
❛ it’s time to make yourself proud and everyone else a little nervous. ❜
❛ i’m tired of being my best. ❜
❛ if i could have just one wish, i would probably screw it up. ❜
❛ my resolution this year is to buy a dog and practice loving something back. ❜
❛ you’re too pretty to stab me in the face with that knife. ❜
❛ can we be friends? i would try to be a good friend. ❜
❛ nothing matters at all. might as well be nice to people. ❜
❛ what sounds better? revenge or popcorn? ❜
❛ it is easier to ask forgiveness than permission. ❜
❛ i hear smashing glass in my head, every time i laugh. ❜
❛ i would sell my soul for a soul worth keeping. ❜
❛ follow your horrible little heart! ❜
❛ who has time for perfection? ❜
❛ i don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. ❜
❛ i fought my way into this world. i’ll fight my way out. ❜
❛ you are never so low you deserve to be lower. ❜
❛ when you look down at people, don’t you want to help them up? ❜
❛ well, i don’t like any of those things, but i like you. ❜
❛ i’m the best there is at what i do, and what i do is think about my mistakes. ❜
❛ the worst person you can think of gets scared sometimes too. ❜
❛ everybody dies. every single person. so, style counts. ❜
❛ if poetry could describe the way you make me feel poetry would be illegal. ❜
❛ did it hurt? when you clawed your way up from the depths of hell? ❜

So I was inspired by this post and I always love love LOVE behind the scenes stuff for TV series that people draw, so yeah! I had to do something with it. Take it and do what you want with it! *falls over*

(I guess this qualifies as an actor AU? This occupies a weird space so yeah. @ackerchou, I blame this all on you.)

  • Shiro and Zarkon are super good friends off-camera. They are always posting pictures on Twitter and other social media platforms in costume, commenting on how “today was a good day, got to beat up this dude” or “Black Lion Paladins have to stick together #vld2016”. Shiro is super notorious for biffing takes because he’ll start laughing and Zarkon is shameless in totally screwing up scenes by making him laugh with stupid faces. It happens a lot during the super serious moments.
    • Shiro is also known for fangirling over Zarkon, considering how long he’s been in the acting business and his famousness. Pretty much everyone fangirls over Zarkon.
  • Zarkon hates his outfit; he’s always tripping over it and has fallen over in a few scenes. He fell into Haggar once and they both went tumbling down off a green-screen set. Everyone was fine but his cape had to be modified so he could walk around in it.
  • Keith and Lance are that pair of actors who are super tight off-screen and do pretty much everything together. They post stupid Vines, crazy pictures, ALS challenges, cinnamon challenges and anything else you can think of. They love interacting with fans and are super shameless about fanning the klance flames; they’ll post pictures of them almost kissing or posing seductively with each other. Both of them snag pictures of each other when the other isn’t paying attention and will hack each other’s accounts to post stupid posts. They wander around a lot wearing Voltron merchandise.
  • Lance is heavy into improv; it’s gotten to the point where the writers just say “Insert Lance commentary here” because he will totally go off-script. Some of his best moments come from doing things off the top of his head.
  • At least every actor has done something like this with Hunk. He’s so big and strong that it’s hard not to give it a try. Even Zarkon did it (complete with the caption “I’ve got a leg up on your paladin”); that post went viral within minutes. He’s not only the heart and soul of the lionsquad but of the cast and crew as well.
  • Allura takes pictures of everything and with everyone. Her dressing room is filled to the brim with pictures of times on set that she snagged or selfies with the crew and cast. A lot of them are her kissing their cheeks or making duck faces. She also records her singing songs or dancing with the crew during down time and posts them online. Her favorite picture is with the original Allura actor from the 80’s who came to visit the set of the new TV series.
    • A memorable moment was during a take with her and Zarkon and they totally screwed it up. While the camera will still running, they decided to do whatever and confessed their love for each other and Zarkon ran off the set with Allura in his arms. They both jokingly commented later about how they really feel like their characters are having an affair with each other and that the entire plot line of the show should be changed.
  • Haggar is actually super young and pretty but she gets a ton of makeup and prosthetics to make her ugly and witch-like. Both she and Zarkon have the most prosthetics to put on and it takes a couple of hours to get them to look like the evillest duo of the universe.
  • A lot of wide shots are just miniature landscapes, like the Castle of Lions or the Garrison, and the cast will often take pictures next to them or act like Godzilla getting ready to stomp on them. All of them have pictures where they’re leaning up against the legs of the lions, which are really the only things that aren’t CGI of them.
  • Pidge is like Orlando Bloom where she’s forever making funny faces in the background during takes and no one notices it until the final edit. She gets bored easily and is the known prankster of the cast. She also squirrels food everywhere to eat between takes and forgets where she hid them sometimes. So when the prop guys come through and dismantle everything, they find fruit snacks, fruit, nuts, chips, and pretty much anything else you can think of.
Fic Rec #4!☆


Constraint by Harlot { ohmygod this fic!!! I’m a fucking emotional wreck }

On Patrol by Ragi { this is the cutest thing in the world!! }

two sides; same story by namjoone

under the mistletoe (with you) by decompositionbooks

Oblivious by NaHe

Feeling Chubby by jikookielove

sweet like cinnamon by cloudyjimin

this must be a blooper (but it feels a bit too perfect) by kamuu


morning, noon, and night by kaythebest { This is everything I ever wanted!! I’m screaming and crying at the same time!! }

beneath the blue sky, this skyline (say lalalalala) by sheepishfiction { I love this too much ❤ ❤ ❤ }

oh, gimme a time machine by namakemono

baby i’m the one (and you’re the only one) by causeitsred

that tv doesn’t need any more screws (but i do) by sheepishfiction

Definitions by cest_what

we don’t believe what’s on tv by chahans

you were everything i dreamed by 7lightning


just like a tattoo (i’ll always have you) by yururin

The Bitter Taste of Life (and Coffee) by bangtanpiggies

Pidge: Lance, you’re going to have to stop screwing around if you wanna be Keith’s boyfriend.

Lance: Woah, woah, woah. “Boyfriend”? I don’t wanna be Keith’s boyfriend.

Pidge: Well, what do you want, then?

Lance: I don’t know. I just wanna be with him all the time. I wanna hear about his day and tell him about mine. I wanna hold his hand and smell his hair… But I don’t wanna be his stupid boyfriend.


❝ Take care of my brothers? Screw you! They’re the ones who wouldn’t play with me! I didn’t do anything wrong. And what does being the oldest have to do with it?! That pisses me off most of all! We’re sextuplets! We’re all the same age! 

But then again… I am technically the oldest.❞

anonymous asked:

do you mind if people cosplay characters from Countdown to Countdown?

Nope! I love seeing cosplays :)

!! Would it be alright to hc lillium as trans??

You can hc whatever you want!

pls help,, im literally in love with begonia and i dont know what 2 do

It’s too late, you’re screwed my dude just accept your fate

omg i saw your tweet where you mentioned gay ballerinas and i just HELLO I AM UR LOCAL TRANS AND GAY BALLERINA WHATS Up!!1!1 sorry it just got me so pumped bc??i am The gay ballerina

Finally, the hero and champion we’ve been waiting for… 


Aries: I can hear you yelling at me, but all it does is upset me, not make me understand.

Taurus: I know I screwed up, but you don’t need to bring it up constantly.

Gemini: I won’t always want to talk to you. It’s nothing against you, I just need to be alone with my thoughts at times.

Cancer: I need my space. I love you but I’ll have to leave eventually.

Leo: I can’t do it. I can’t do everything you want me to do. 

Virgo: I can’t always stay at home, I want to have a life.

Libra: I am quiet. My silence is not anger.

Scorpio: I will not silence my opinion just because you disagree.

Sagittarius: I don’t want to always go out, I get tired.

Capricorn: I can’t always be studying, your expectations are unrealistic.

Aquarius: I need love and warmth and you’re an Ice Queen.

Pisces: I am not afraid of the world, your fears can’t control my life.

anonymous asked:

Ever think about how Alfred must've up to a certain point just not know how to deal with a grieving kid?I mean Bruce ending up the way he is came from somewhere and while he's shown as a loyal butler I feel as if he just didn't know what to do with the poor kid placed in his care,I mean Alfred is already not the most emotional of people but like he seemed to have gotten a bit better at it than Bruce over the years.But imagine him with Dick?Not knowing,not wanting to screw up ANOTHER kid?

i’m actually surprised you view alfred as not very emotional because, to me, he’s one of the most emotional characters in batman comics. he’s just very healthy about his emotions which is very wildly contrasted next to bruce’s lack of correct emotional health management

personally, i think alfred was understandably at a loss at first with bruce, not only because he was left with a little boy in his care who had lost his entire world and the huge responsibility that entails, but because in many iterations alfred didn’t always mean to stay as a butler for the rest of his life, and certainly not as a permanent parent to the waynes’ only child. and suddenly he had a son he had to take care of, a boy that he loved, who was hurting and was left with no one else but him, and we know how everything turned out long-term. we know how alfred always gives hints that he feels he did a horrible job with bruce, that the batman business and all the danger he puts himself through night after night is not bruce’s fault but alfred’s, because he must have done something wrong along the way for things to turn out this way. he puts a big part of the blame on him because he was the parent in this scenario and maybe, perhaps, somehow, if he was more strong or better at being a father, he’d have managed to stop batman from ever emerging

but with dick? with dick i don’t think alfred was in the same situation as he had been with bruce. and that’s not because he now knew how to raise and act around a grieving child, but because bruce took a big load off his shoulders. bruce stepped up big time with dick and was there for him in a very solid, healthy way that you wouldn’t normally expect from the man who never dealt with his grieving emotions in any sort of way, let alone a healthy one. there was no evidence up until dick was introduced that bruce would ever be able to pull off something like that. but he did. he did it so well that alfred had the leeway to be there for dick in many ways as a second parent, or even a close friend, or more appropriately, as dick’s butler like he should’ve been for young bruce in the first place

there’s so many times we’ve seen alfred speak up about the robins, about how putting these kids in danger is so reckless of bruce, and it was more and more evident with the later robins until it blew up big time when damian came around (despite damian ironically being the only kid who could realistically be able to pull off the robin role based on his upbringing), but he rarely if ever did it with dick. and when he did, it was always in a different light. dick has been the staple of the family for many reasons, the number one of them being he made this family an actual family. up until dick’s adoption, alfred and bruce shared a bond alright, but it rarely ever left the limits of nightly batman activities and the cooperation required after bruce returned from his training and hit him with a “yeah so i’m gonna go dress up and fight some crime at around nine”. dick was clear evidence there was something more there, something that made them all invaluable to each other in a way not even the waynes had achieved with bruce before their deaths

i don’t think alfred ever felt like he had to hold his breath as to not screw up dick like he felt he had bruce. i think he was actually alleviated from some of his guilt when he saw bruce bring up this kid as his son, a son who ended up blowing everyone away every step of the way. there was pride and healing because maybe? maybe he hadn’t done such a bad job with that other grieving boy all those years ago

Sam &Dean x Sister!Reader | Mother Mary

(and some of the last episode of season 11) ((and the dialogue for that part isn’t 100% the same bc I wanted to change it up a little))

WARNING: major character death, torture, dean saying bitch. Y'know—the usual. I apologize ahead of time for what this may do to you and your feels.

2,688 words

Just a little something I cooked up in under an hour


You stared at your eldest brother for a moment, vision blurring from tears as you tried to blink them back.

“C'mere, kiddo,” Dean mumbled, wrapping his arms tightly around your smaller frame. He buried his face in your sweet-smelling hair, eyes screwing shut. Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and you wished it would stay that way. You didn’t want to let go of him. Not if it meant he’d have to leave you.

“Please don’t,” you whimpered, finally letting the tears fall.

His chin quivered, and he hoped you couldn’t feel it against your shoulder.

He rubbed your back with his large hand.

“’M proud of you kid,” he murmured, letting one tear bravely trail down his face. I love you, kid.

He pulled away, and gripped your cheeks in his hands, pasting on a smile and wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

Sam dropped a hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place as you watched Dean disappear.

You let a sob quake it’s way out of your body, and you turned to Sam, burying your face in his jacket as he held your tightly against him, his own tears trailing down his face.


You followed Sam quietly into the bunker, wincing as the heavy metal door slammed shut behind you. You led the way down the stairs, peeling off your jacket, struggling to get your hand out of the sleeve and slinging it over the back of an empty chair, uncaring as it fell to the floor.

You stood there, staring blankly at an empty beer bottle that had been left on the table. Where Dean had left it.

You heard Sam stop behind you, taking off his own jacket.

“Well, hello.”

You jumped, head flying up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice.

A blonde woman stood at the top of the shirt steps that led up to the second part of the library.

“Sam and [Y/N] Winchester, I presume?” She further questioned, eyes ghosting over the forms of you and your older brother. “I’m going to need you to come with me.”

“Like hell,” you ground out.

Her brow furrowed. “There’s supposed to be three of you? Where’s Dean?”

“Dead,” Sam said, voice low. The single word sent your whole body cold.

“Oh, well,” she sighed, slightly caught off guard. “You’ll do then. Come along!”

“No, lady,” Sam said, stepping forward so he was only a foot behind you. “We just lost someone, we really don't—”

She took out a gun, cocking it. “I really don’t think you want to argue with me.”

Sam went to step forward again, and she quickly aimed it at you, making him stop. “Put the gun down,” Sam growled.

“One more step and I shoot.”

“You don’t want to shoot us. You need us, apparently. You wouldn’t be here otherwise,” Sam countered.

Her gun faltered for a moment, and Sam stepped forward again, not even finishing his move as a shot rang out.

And then another.

Then blackness.


“The last time you saw Sam, he was a year or so old, right?”

“Yes. And [Y/N] was just about to be three months.”

Dean led his mother down the stairs of the bunker, excited to see his siblings, and also excited for them to see their mother.

“[Y/N/N]! Sammy!” He called out, grinning.

The grin slipped off his face when he laid eyes on the carnage.

Two blood smears on the concrete floor. Your jacket laying haphazardly to the side. He picked it up, inspecting it. The fabric clenched in his fist when he found the fresh blood stains.

“What happened?” Mary asked, surveying the scene.

“I don’t know,” Dean said, laying your jacket over the back of a chair. “I’m gonna look around, you stay in here, okay?”

He searched the bunker, but to no avail. You and Sam were no where to be found.

He walked back into the library to find his mom pointing a weapon at Cas.

“Whoa, whoa! It’s okay!” He rushed, lowering Mary’s arm. “Mom, this is Cas. Cas, this is…Mary.”

Cas’s brow furrowed. “Mary…your…mother?”

Dean nodded. “Yes. What happened here? Can you tell me?”

“Yes, and no. There was a blonde woman with a British accent. She blasted me away before [Y/N] and Sam entered the bunker.”

Dean rubbed his face with his hand. “We’re gonna find them.”


“No—No! I’ll do anything! Just—Just don’t touch her!” Sam demanded, pressing against his restraints. “Don’t.”

“How touching,” the blonde British bitch cooed condescendingly. “But I don’t think that’s quite fair, now is it? Besides…you have information we want, and if this is the only way to get it out of you, so be it.”

“It’ll be okay, Sam,” you said, unsure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

The other woman lit the blow torch, and you kept your gaze steady, eyes unmoving from Sam’s as you repeated the same mantra over and over in your head.

Don’t break…

Don’t break…

Don’t break…





Sam watched, livid, as you slumped over in the chair, blacking out from the pain.

“Weak one, she is,” the woman smirked, backing away from you, raising an eye brow challengingly at Sam.

He glared at her, practically baring his teeth in a growl.

“We’ll be back when she wakes up,” The blonde one said, disappearing up the stairs with the brunette one.

Sam looked over at you, at the burns on your feet, the burns on the palms of your hands. There was a bruise forming under your left eye, from when the brunette slugged you, trying to keep you awake for the torture.

True to their word, not five minutes after you woke up, they were tramping down the stairs before Sam even got to say one word to you.

“You wanna speak today? Or should we resort to…other tactics?” The Blonde asked, smirking.

Sam glared heatedly at them. “Screw. You,” he growled, fists clenching in his cuffs

“Toni, you handle the girl. I have Sam.”

By the time they were done, you wished you had passed out from the pain.

You were bleeding from your collarbone, your jaw, chest, stomach, arms, thighs…

You were exhausted.

Your head was lolled forwards, you were panting, wincing from the effort.

“Still not gonna talk, huh? Well, I’ll give it to you…thought you’d be easier to break to be quite honest,” the Brunette, standing and wiping the bloody blade off on your shirt.

Sam’s fists were clenched as he watched the Brunette walk out of the room, the Blonde close behind, smirking.

Sam’s nose was bleeding from when the Blonde slugged him across the face for yelling at them both for hurting his baby sister. He was bleeding from a large cut on his collarbone as well, as well as large cuts on his thighs.

“It’ll be okay, [Y/N],” Sam panted, his gaze intense. “We’ll get out of this. Cas will find us. Chuck, maybe. Hell, maybe even Crowley!”

“That’s u-unlikely,” you stuttered, wishing you could wipe the blood dripping from your lip away. “Crowley help us?”

He cracked a weak grin.


Sam woke up laying on the cold floor, his neck sore.

He pushed himself up, and immediately brought his hand up to his neck, feeling where the British woman had injected him with something.

“[Y/N]? [Y/N]?!” He looked around, and saw you slumped over on the ground. There was a large welt on your forehead, presumably from where you were knocked out, and he pressed two fingers to your neck, checking your pulse. It was slightly slow, but strong. There was a small pinprick hole in your neck, as well. Probably the same injection they gave him.

He sat back, looking up at the staircase that led out of the cellar. Jessica appeared, and he gasped, clambering to his feet.


She disappeared, and in her place appeared Lucifer, in his Nick vessel.

On the floor, your eyes blearily blinked open, gasping and coughing. You pushed off the floor, finding the breath you were searching for, eyes scanning over the room. They landed on Sam, who was panicking and backing away from something only he could see.

You weakly clambered to your feet, leaning on one of the beams protruding from the ceiling. “Sammy?”

He didn’t seem to hear you.

A dizzy spell washed over you, and you fell to your knees, clutching your head. “Wha…”

You picked your head up, eyes widening as you saw your father standing there. He vanished, and Lucifer appeared.

“Miss me?” He cackled. “You were a fun vessel, for the three days you lasted.”

Your hands dropped to the door as old, repressed memories bubbled to the surface.


Dean burst through the door, gun raised with Sam right behind him.


You were standing motionless in front of the window, staring out at the empty street below. You turned around, and both Sam and Dean knew right away something was off.

“You’re not [Y/N], are you?” Sam demanded, jaw twitching.

A strange grin stretched across your face, ugly and hard on your usually gentle face.

“Sorry, boys. [Y/N]’s a little…held up at the moment.”

Sam and Dean’s face went whiter than a sheet.


“Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner!”

“Get the hell out of her you son of a bitch!”

Lucifer smirked. “No, no. Can’t do that. You see, she and I made a deal. I use her as a vessel, I don’t hound you to do it anymore. I break that deal…and well,” he chuckled, shrugging. “She won’t make it after I vacate the premises.”

“You son of a bitch!” Dean barked.

“Sorry boys, but that’s just how the cookie crumbles!”


Sam watched the soft face of his sister deteriorate under the power of Lucifer, the skin fading, peeling away, stretching over her bones.

He could see the torture in her eyes.

He snapped out of his hallucinations, and saw you curled up on the floor, tears dripping from your cheeks to the cement floor.

Sam’s had enough.

He stumbled forward towards a mirror, smashing his fist into it. He grabbed a large shard of it, and squeezed it hard, making tonsure to draw plenty of blood, before pretending to draw it across his neck. He fell to the floor and laid still.

Moments later, he heard the door open, and the hurried click of shoes coming down the stairs.

Now. Now’s his chance.

He knocked her down and ran to you, lifting you up in his arms and darting to the stairs.

The Blonde grabbed hold of him and pulled him backwards as he was halfway up the staircase, sending you flying from his arms and down the steps, your head cracking off the cement floor.


The Blonde wrestled free of him, and made it out the door, swiftly locking it behind her.

Sam stumbled down the steps to your prone form, rolling you over onto your back.

A pool of blood surrounded your head like a red halo.

“[Y/N]?” He whimpered. He shakily pressed two of his large fingers to the pulse point on your neck, a heart wrenching son twisting its way from inside him. “No!”

He lifted you up and pulled you into his arms, sobbing into your hair as he rocked back and forth. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

First Dean, and now, you.

He wrapped his arms tighter around your empty body, wanting to never to have to let go of you.

He fell asleep clutching you.


Dean was pulled into the doorway, hands cuffed in front of him.

“Dean!” Sam gasped, from where he was cuffed to a chair.

“Sam!” He grunted as the Blonde shoved him down the stairs, leading him to shackles where she chained him, standing up.

“Sammy? Where’s [Y/N]?” Dean asked, ignoring the British bitch.

He saw Sam’s jaw twitch, and his eyes well with tears. “Sammy?”

Dean’s gaze moved from Sam, what he could see behind his brother at this angle. A white sheet, draped neatly over a still form. A small, still form.

“No…” Dean breathed, heart breaking painfully in his chest. Not his sister…not his baby sister…

“Yes, an unfortunate accident, that was,” the Blonde chirped, moving to stand in front of the brothers.

“You bitch!” Dean roared. “I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill you!”

The Blonde stepped closer to him, about to reciprocate, only to be interrupted before doing so.

“Get away from my kids.”

The Blonde turned to see Mary Winchester.

After Mary almost dying (again), Dean knocked the Blonde out with a single, hard punch to the jaw. A man appeared in the doorway at the top of the stairs, Cas beside him. Mary, Sam, and Dean all stood side-by-side at the bottom of the stairs.

The Blonde clambered to her feet, wiping her bloody nose and moving to stand beside the man.

“I am deeply sorry about this,” the man said, not seeing all that sorry about it. “Especially about your sister—”

“What about [Y/N]?” Mary interrupted, brow furrowed. “Where is she? Where is my daughter?”

The man gave a small, shaky point to the side of the room.

Mary looked around her sons, eyes landing on the white sheet. “No…” she breathed, moving towards it. She fell to her knees beside your body, and peeled the sheet back from your face.

It was bruised, and cut, and bloody, she could make out tear tracks where the tears washed the blood and grime away. She felt her heart break into a million pieces.

“What…did you do to my baby?” She asked, voice low, raspy.

“It…it was an…accident…” the Blonde said, not so confident now that she was in the company of both her superiors and the mother of the young girl she had beaten and caused the death of.

Mary stood, and in the blink of an eye, the Blonde had a bullet hole right in the center of her forehead.

“Leave,” Dean growled at the man, turning away and moving towards Mary and you. Mary had fallen back down to her knees beside your body.

Dean crouched down beside her, Sam standing a bit behind them, tears streaming down his face. Dean’s face screwed up, and a sob escaped him, wracking his whole body.

He sucked in a deep breath, leaning into his mother’s touch as she rubbed his shoulder, tears of her own streaming down her face.

Sam looked over at Cas, who was standing motionlessly by the bottom of the stairs, staring blankly at your prone form.

“Cas? Can you fix her?” Sam asked, stepping towards him.

Cas’ gaze flashed to Sam. “Can you fix her?” Sam repeated.

The angel looked back at you, mouth opening and closing, searching for an answer. Dean and Mary looked up quickly, expectantly. “I…I can try…”

He moved towards you and knelt down beside you, hand shakily moving to your forehead, index and middle finger pressing into your cold skin.

It was deathly silent for a long moment, as the Winchesters waited with baited breath.

After several moments, Cas pulled his hand away and he sat back, head hanging. “She…she is too broken…too far gone…”

Dean carried his baby sister’s body out of the Men of Letters’ farmhouse, his mother and little brother on either side of him.

It was the first time Sam and Dean stood beside their mother at a funeral. At their sister’s funeral.

And she never even got to meet her mother.

  • What I say: I'm fine, dude.
  • What I think: John Reese has been dead for like 7 fucking months and I'm still in denial and he said 'goodbye Harold' and I can't even and do you remember how happy he used to be in season 1 when it was just him and Finch fighting crime and screwing with Fusco's head and lowkey flirting with Carter and saving people and looking like hot damn in his suit and Elias was the biggest problem he had and all he ever wanted to do was save people and damn it I'm not crying you are