Dean, hands gripping Sam’s waist, smiling up at his baby brother who’s gotten so much taller since leaving, finally hitting proper height, thumbs pressed into the divots of his hips, rubbing little circles into flesh. Sam, staring down at Dean with flushed cheeks and gentle eyes, taking in Dean’s freckles and the cut on his lip, how much he’s changed, pressing their chests together to feel his steady heartbeat while his own hands settle just above his ass, barely keeping decent.
And Jess, watching from the doorway in something between horror and shock as Sam opens his mouth and professes — “babe, this is my brother, Dean.”
pov: you're going insane.
imagine sitting next to sam winchester in prelaw 101 and you’re like can i borrow a pencil and he hefts his backpack onto the table and it’s noisy and lumpy like he’s got a bunch of coins in there and he rummages around and pulls out a pencil and you’re like thanks. do you have a sharpener by any chance and he pauses and looks between you and his bag a few times and reaches in and hands you a pocket knife
Goncharov (1973)
-Goncharov to Andrey Daddano, from the movie Goncharov (1973).
Little fanart I did of this incredible movie, go watch it!!
ngl smile for the paparazzi is a genius song and I'm tired of pretending that cobra starship wasn't a genius band at times
F1 x tumblr but it's just @infectiouspiss's textposts
Reading Star Wars: Dark Disciple and Obi-Wan just...brings Anakin in with him to Council meetings. Like they're giving Quinlan a super secret mission and Anakin is just there hovering right next to Obi-Wan's chair. Like this is normal behavior for them both. No one's batting a single eye.
y’all the new richard siken poems are so goddamned sad (and also so fucking good, as expected) y’gotta read them.
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