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How to know which boy you like:

1. Get very drunk

2. You will cry about the boy you like

you cute, adorable person you! ^w^ I bet if Matthew heard of this he’d rush over, hands flailing, to hug you and lift you up and then hold you like that for approximatelly forever. 
I heard you needed some Wincest fluff. Would you be able to write Sam having horrible nightmares about hell, and Dean comforting him and helping him get back to sleep. Super fluffy Please and Thank you!


There’s a sharp gasp that cuts through blood. Taloned hands and bitter words echo through Sam’s skull. He chokes. Sobs. Sat upright, each shadow is another dark grin, twisted grace. Sam holds up his hands, looks at his knuckles. He tries to concentrate. They won’t stop shaking.


"It’s. I’m fine. Just. Go back to sleep."

The motel is too hot. Blankets cling to Sam’s skin, the mix of sweat and fear enough to make him worry over saltlines, glad to hear Dean’s voice, know that he’s alive.

"Yeah, well, that’s bullshit."

"What? No. Really. I’m fine."

"And I’m a freakin’ werewolf. C’mon."

"C’mon what?"



"I really don’t wanna have to go over there and drag you, man."

Unsure, Sam climbs out, his legs unsteady. He sits on the edge of Dean’s mattress, frowns when he watches Dean arch away. It’s another nightmare, Dean will leave him, Dean won’t touch him—

The covers are pulled back and a hand grabs his arm.

"Sam, dude. You know how a bed works, law-boy."

"Uh. Okay."

He lies down. Dean wraps him up and his hand finds Sam’s shoulder, tugs at it until he moves. Tense, his cheek ends pressed to Dean’s chest, and that hand finds his hair, teases fingers through the strands.

"Mom’d do this for you."

Sam looks up. He finds a smile across Dean’s face, small and sad.

"Dean, you don’t have to—"

"Shut up," he says. "You’d cry all the freakin’ time. Hated bein’ left alone, you know that?"

"I did?"

"Yeah. You’d be stuck right on her hip whenever she had to do somethin’. Only one other time that’d ever get you calmed down."


"Dad couldn’t do it. So Mom showed me. And, I dunno, man. Damnedest thing. You’d never cry when you were right here."

Sam’s laugh is soft. “Must’ve realised I was safe with you.”

"Yeah, Sammy. Always will be."

asfsjhdashgdshdgs  this is so sweet and lovely and fluffy it might make me cry if I re-read it! <3

*loud screaming* they put the schedule on the internet, i have the orals on THURSDAY!!! At one of the nices professors, too!! OMG! i might pass! 

I have to run back to studying now… much calmer :)

it’s 10.19am and i still haven’t done anything even remotely productive. will cry i think. i am so afraid of everything, the upcoming physiology oral exam and everything. i studied a lot yesterday but it shows no improvememnent…. i need a lot of time to get through a chapter and then there’s always a fuckton of other chapters and then i panick…. ugh. 

on the positive side of failing the year… maybe maybe by some crazy chance i’d convince that gorgeously amazing beautiful dude to study together. not that i’d get anything done but at least i could spend time with him. ^^

*wakes up from surreal dreaming* OH GOD I’m stupid and useless. GOD. I have to get back to studying. Immediatelly! 

Thor, 6?



yays sheesh saasdsdfdfdsfsdf!! \( >w< )/~♥

Or babbu Jotun Loki, 3, if the last one is no go!


mini braids

mini braids *brain explodes form a cuteness overload*

birthday so far:

congratulations: one friend remembered, called, very touchy, tears in my eyes. most family members gave hugs and money. mum made cake. overall: wonderful. <3

studying: was doing cardiovascular bullshits all day, still know shit. overall: not so well.

panicking: kept really low, mostly subconscious stirrings but overall i’m in a great mood (possibly because of cake).

other: cat only ripped only half my arm off (considerate behaviour because he knows i’m getting old??), weather is really nice (am grateful).

EDIT: two more, slightly belated birthday wishes (one of them awfully sweet and the other wishing me lots of long penises (weird but still better than nothing)). 

was an eventful day:

  • passed physiology by 2% (well done god/universe/higher power)
  • that guy still HOT as ever good gawd. also as kind as ever. sheesh.
  • he failed. (still as stupid as ever. jeesh.)
  • friend failed too, cried. didn’t let me talk to her, as always. she “wants to be alone”. fine. 
  • dude best friend turned on the mummy-mode. pissed because i didn’t study enough to make it better than just pass. told him to be proud of me or else
  • talked nonstop since i came back home. mum happy to have me back. me happy because mum happy. :3
  • should go to bed because eyes making protest
  • goodnight my dear people, I love you. uwu

i am about to fail the year and/or lose my mind and all the rest of the tumblr seems to worry about it’s icy water and sexual orientation of fictional charachters.

dont know how to feel. i think i might have a panic attack and cry a bit later in the shower

me, knowing i know shit about pyhsiology and i’m very likely going to fail tomorrow and there’s noone to help me. 


I have to study but i hate it…urgggghhh. i hate it so much. I’ve been studying nonstop 2 months now blurghhhhh…. i hate myself, why didn’t i do something about it, why didn’t i do a thing i don’t know how and when but uugh. gosh. help. UGHHHH. 

The Militant Baker ▷



naked naked naked naked naked naked YAY.

wow. human.


Italian special force soldier after 72 hour battle in Afghanistan

School for black civil rights activists. Young girl being trained to not react to smoke blown in her face, 1960

Disability activists abandon their wheelchairs and mobility devices and crawl up the 83 stone steps of the U.S. Capitol Building demanding the passage of the American with Disability Act, March 12, 1990.

A south Korean man cries as his brother is on a train back to North Korea. Separated by the war, they have not seen the other since 1950. They were allowed to see each other for three days, but one will go back spending life in luxury, and the other in hard labour

 The Mocambo night club in East Hollywood, a white’s only club, was the most popular dance spot around but would not book Ella because she was black. Marilyn, who adored Ella Fitzgerald and her music, called the manager and demanded that they book Ella immediately

Portrait of Istvan Reiner, taken shortly before he was killed in Auschwitz

Werfel, a 6 year old orphan from Austria has just been given his first pair of new shoes by the American Red Cross,1946.

The last Jew of Vinnitsa

Susan B. Anthony in 1872 getting beaten and arrested for trying to vote when it was illegal for women to do so.

Until the mid-60s, the Aborigines came under the Flora And Fauna Act, which classified them as animals, not human beings. This also meant that killing an Aborigine meant you weren’t killing a human being, but an animal.

Here’s a link to 75 iconic pictures of the 21st century

I hope you guys learned and teared up from this as much as I did. 

i didn’t need this so early in the morning, i mean it’s not even 8am and my heart already hurts good god 

passed anatomy. got a nice grade but taking all that effort into account…. it’s not good enough! damn professors. i remember my male colleague getting same grade even though he barely passed the test and made some massively stupid mistakes. i aced the damn written part and did quite well at the oral exam and bam, here goes same grade. i don’t know if i see sexism everywhere because i’m paranoid or because it really is everywhere.

our uni’s male students : female students being around 1 : 3 probably isn’t helping either.