do you ever cry because you’ve somehow managed to gain a truly fucking amazing person as your friend? and just think about how fucking blessed you are for their existence and how in some previous life you must have done something fucking amazing to deserve them in this life? DO YOU?
whatever happened to good old fashioned brotps
when you ship a ship so hard you don’t even care about the smut; you just want a billion page book about their entire lives beginning to end and how their lives are intertwined with one another’s and how beautiful their love is
i told the lady at starbucks that my name was p. diddy and she refused to write it on the cup
does this mean you have a higher likelihood of conceiving Sam Winchesters child?
if u dont unironically like at least a few high school musical songs you are lying
Yeah, it’s weird to be raised like that in South Carolina.
As some one who lives in NJ this is pretty legit, we even curse at each other for cursing so much.
motherfuck yeah, ohio!
literally everyone in nj curses you cannot escape
i love that we’re both fucking sailor-mouths yet still polite
yeah us jersey folk swear like motherfuckers
We’re fucking polite in California okay?
when boys stretch and their shirt rides up a little and shows the part of their lower tummy that just meets their hips
when that part of their tummy has a happy trail
when you see the waistband of their underwear
forestofsam replied to your post: What if Sam ran away from home when he was really angsty one evening under Dean’s watch. And Dean was scared so much, and he went out looking for Sam but didn’t want to have to involve the cops. They’d probably start asking questions to why a 17 year old boy was watching his kid brother in a motel room for a week alone anyways. It wasn’t until 5 am when the light is just coming up and Dean finds Sam’s small body curled up behind some bushes in a park about a mile and half from their motel…
its because i must