Have you ever thought about how like, fucked it is that once we get married saeran will be your brother in law? Or basically that after anyone gets married that their siblings become your siblings? Because since my sibling is now your sibling, it's like we're all brothers and sisters? Whenever I think of inlaws now I'm just thinking that you and I are kinda like brother and sister and that's kinda fucked up dont ya think? Saeran shouldn't be ur brother in law bc that makes me feel like you're my sister in law
... shit dude
/// MC was gonna shush him but then realized woah... that is kinda fucked. \\\
Dean in "The French Mistake":
Here you've got a pretty good life. Back home the hits been coming since you were six months old. You gotta admit, being a bazillionaire, married to Ruby, the whole package it's no contest.
Sam in "The French Mistake":
We just don't mean the same thing here. I mean we're not even brothers here, man.
Sam in "Regarding Dean":
Just, you know the things we've done, we've had this weight for- forever. Seeing it gone, you looked happy.
Dean in "Regarding Dean":
Look was it nice to drop our baggage? Yeah, maybe. Hell, probably. But it wasn't just the crap that got lost, I mean it was everything. It was us. It was what we do, all of it. So if that's what being happy looks like? I think I'll pass.
Janie imagine Modern AU! Jon and Sam taking selfies together and Sam gets all like "don't do the puppy dog! I'm the puppy dog guy here, you're the good-looking guy" but then Jon is like "I thought *you* were the good-looking guy" and Sam just kind of dies there and then
…. you ask I deliver, I couldn’t resist.
“I don’t… get it?”
Fine, so maybe Sam had expected a bit more enthusiasm about his proposal, but then again he had forgotten that Jon’s cellphone is still… his father’s old Nokia 3310 whose most complicated function is playing Snake and he grimaces every time someone uses the word app in front of him. Maybe let’s take a few selfies doesn’t sound like a stellar prospect to him.
“There isn’t much to get,” Sam shrugs, taking out of his pocket the brand new phone he bought with the money he gets for giving private lessons to most of the grades below theirs. And hadn’t it felt good to buy himself a nice thing that had nothing to do with his father’s earnings, but that’s an entire other problem. “You just, like, look at the camera and snap and it takes a picture of you that you can see and then you put it on Instagram.”
“A social network where you make pictures prettier.”
Jon doesn’t still seem to get it, but then he shrugs. “I still don’t get the appeal but if you want it, sure. I mean, costs me nothing.”
Okay, Sam isn’t going to tell him that his appeal is that - they really don’t have that many pictures together and most of the existing ones are in Ned and Catelyn’s family albums and were still developed with film, because of course his father never let Sam’s mother take birthday party pictures or anything of the kind, and he’s never liked Jon much in the first place. And he knows his crush that he’s harbored for the last couple years or so is going nowhere, like hell Jon would be interested in him as anything other than the very best mates they’re now, but he kind of wants a few pictures of the two of them to look at, okay? And everyone is taking selfies these days, no one would find it suspicious.