thomas and some guy

I’ve been very busy with work lately and sleeping five hours a night and things, so I’m probably overreaching and/or not making any sense, but this -

- I loved this, not only the scene, but how everything was framed, and yet there’s something bugging me - why is Dean keeping his right hand on the sigil and his left on the blade? Dean is right-handed - it would have made much more sense to cut his left hand and keep his dominant hand unhurt and free. 

As I said, I’m basically delirious - but what we do know is that the left hand is the one which is a symbol for love, right? because that’s where we keep our rings (according to a medieval legend, there’s a vein that goes from the heart to our left hand, so that’s why our weddings bands go on our left hand and not our right)? Whereas the right hand - that’s rationality, doing things, fighting, writing, being all practical and sensible. And Dean’s right hand is on the Enochian sigil, because that’s the good choice - that’s what he should do to save everyone’s lives here - his, and also Sam’s, because his brother’s not far behind, because he never is, and as for Cas -



Dean’s feelings for Cas - a left-hand kind of thing. Back in Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox, the other Yockey episode, Dean picks up Asa’s angel blade with his right hand, because that was a weapon, and Dean favours his right hand when he fights, and that’s what makes sense. But this time around - I don’t think that blade is Cas’ (?), but it’s still an angel blade, which means it represents this brave, amazing, infuriating angel Dean loves unconditionally - hence the left hand, and Dean’s ‘illogical’, ‘wrong’ decision to trade his life for Cas’.


Would you trade this war to make it so? It is some kind of hell to be forced to choose one irreplaceable thing over another.

reblog if you like someone who doesn't know you exists or doesn’t even exists

that time Seamus got drunk at the Yule Ball and kept shouting ‘OI, DEAN! MARRY ME!’

*Patil twins may have placed bets on the outcome

Imagine: Thomas and you were at a party and some guy kept hitting on you and making you feel very uncomfortable.

Thomas is not a fighter and not one to start trouble but his anger was getting the best of him.

“Hey she said she’s not interested” Thomas spoke through a raised voice.

“Well I don’t really give a shit. Who are you supposed to be?” The creep retorted.

“Her boyfriend and I give a shit” Thomas was now directly in front of him and his voice is now almost yelling.

“Thomas he’s not even worth it lets just leave” you beg as you push your hand on his chest.


He put his arm around you and turned around keeping his hard gaze on the guy until the last second.

The Messenger

Author: Zoe

Word count: 1,200 (EXACTLY)

Warnings: Blood, major injury, ANGST  

Request: Could you maybe write an x-reader with Laf, where the reader delivered messages during the war, and returned to camp with the return message, but also with a bullet wound? I’ve been thinking about this…


 It amazed you at the rate in which people produced letters. Alexander Hamilton sends letters to his wife multiple times a week. George Washington had letters being sent out to all over the country to rally the troops. John Laurens sends in almost as many letters to Hamilton as Hamilton sends to him. And that’s not even counting the other thousands of soldiers who don’t hold a high rank.

Though, your most troublesome ones were Lafayette’s, who sent his all the way to France. Some to his grandparents, some to his old friends, and some to a guy named Thomas Jefferson. All and all, it was a mess to try and organize everything, so the majority of the time you were the one who had to go all the way to the east to get them shipped.    

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Relaxin’ with Daft Punk

Relax Vol. 49, March 2001 Issue

ファーストアルバムか全世界で200万枚. シングル [ONE MORE TIME] は本国フランスで初登場1位(初登場1位は実に3年ぶり)と, さりげなく偉業を成し遂げてる彼ら. 今月のゲストはDAFT PUNKのお2人です! … うっ. さすかにひるみますね, このお姿. どこかで見たような… 彼らが口にした “Coincident” という言葉のとおりに, 偶然に一致したようなその感覚は, フランスと日本も案外近いのね, と, 僕らにもすんなりと入ってきます. 無意識の中にプログラムされている子供時代のイメージが, 彼らと近かったんでしょうか. 思わず [よっ! 機械男爵最近調子どう?] と声をかけたくなりました.

(Their first album sold 2,000,000 copies worldwide. Their single ‘One More Time’ was a number-one hit in the US and in France (the last time they had one was three years ago) - truly, they’ve achieved some amazing feats. This month’s guests are the two from Daft Punk! … Ooh. Just writing about them makes us nervous. There’s something familiar about this… that feeling, that things have fitted together by chance (much like what they referred to as 'coincident’) makes us think that France and Japan are not so far apart after all. It’s an easily-coherent feeling to us, too. Perhaps we’ve had an image similar to them programmed in our subconscious all along, way back from when we were little? So much that we had the automatic urge to ask them - “Hey there, Machine Baron! How’s it going?”)

('Machine Baron’ is a reference to a character from an old-timey anime, Steam Detectives. Images originally posted by accio-sh, though I can no longer find their original blog for credit. Please inform me of any errors or suggestions for better wording!)


For some reason my computer always makes it look brighter than it really is, so it looks a little dark and oddly colored. ;^;

This Is Why We’re Never Invited To Parties

Part of the Demonology Student Dipper series.


A/N: Yeah… I’m sorry.

This Is Why We’re Never Invited To Parties

Holiday break was a peaceful time on campus. Most students had gone home to be with their families. The ones who were left kept mostly to themselves, getting ready for their midterms.

Thomas took a sip of his cinnamon latte. He was sitting in one of the many coffee bars that littered the university campus, just idly scrolling through his collection of ebooks. It was nice to get out of his dorm every once in a while.

There had been snow on Christmas day. Thomas couldn’t help feeling proud when he’d seen it. That had been his doing.

He’d told his parents this, during their video-call, but they were still not entirely comfortable with his choice of career and they’d changed the topic quickly to the typical “we miss you,” and “do you have a girlfriend yet?”

He loved them of course, but it was nice to have some peace and quiet while he studied. Holidays at his parents’ house were fun but too distracting. He’d make it up to them next year.

Besides, he still hadn’t told them about that whole hey-I-got-kidnapped-and-nearly-sacrificed thingy. He probably should, but… That wouldn’t make them like demonology any better, right? They would only worry.

… fine, he was going to tell them. Not during the holiday season, obviously, that would ruin their celebrations. But pretty soon. Probably.

“Oh gosh it is you!”

Someone slid in the empty seat across Thomas. It was a girl, and she was smiling at him.

“Wow, I’m so lucky to just run into you!” she said. “I’ve been looking for you! I waited outside the demonology classroom on the last day of class but I think you had a free period maybe?”

“We were in the lab,” Thomas said, a bit bewildered. “Uh. Why were you looking for me?”

“Not you specifically,” the girl corrected, a faint blush colouring her cheeks. “But all three of you. I’m sorry, I don’t even know your names - I wanted to thank you.”

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