writewordswithmusic:

so i basically wrote a crack fic where everythings kinda happy and content and the oscars are on and sam wants to watch them

"I’m not gonna watch it with you, Sammy."

"And why not, Dean?" 

Dean sighs and he makes a face at his brother. “You know why not.”

"Come on, Dean, it’s just the Oscars. You can sit through- "

"Three hours of crying people in stupid clothes and ‘in memory of’s? I don’t think so."

"You used to like them."

Dean scoffs and skirts around the Devil’s Trap painted above the doorway into the kitchen. “What the hell are you talking about? I did not.”

Sam raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, so some of the people there are pretty hot. What can I say?"

Sam shrugs. “You could say ‘Yes, Sam, I’ll watch the Oscars with you’.”

"Yeah, but I don’t want to."

"Dean."

"Sam."

Sam rolls his eyes and stands in front of the fridge as Dean reaches for the handle. There’s no doubt in his mind that Dean could move him if he wanted to but Sam has plenty different exorcisms memorized and Dean knows three things: the start to each of them, that Sam knows them, and that he isn’t afraid to use them.

"Just watch the Oscars with me," Sam pleads. "Come on, Dean."

Dean stands with his hands on his hips in the attitude of teenage girl sass and tells him, “You are such a girl.”

Sam tilts his head hopefully. “That’s not a no.”

"Goddammit-" Dean rolls his eyes. "Fine. Fine. I’ll watch the Oscars with you." He walks straight through the door of the kitchen.

Well, tries to.

"Dammit, Sammy, let me out."

Sam laughs and pulls the remaining piece of apple pie from the fridge. Dean watches in silent fury from his place stuck in the Devil’s Trap. “Don’t you dare, Sammy. Don’t you do it.”

"Do what?" Sam asks, taking a bite.

.

"The Oscar for Best Male Actor goes to…"

The announcer on the screen slides the card out of the envelope. Sam will never admit that he’s thrumming in anticipation. 

"Leonardo di Caprio!"

Sam chuckles. “Well would ya look at that.”

"Mm-hmm," Dean says. "Looks like Di Caprio finally got that Oscar."

His voice is casual. Innocent.

Too casual. Too innocent.

"Dean."

Dean looks over, eyes wide and face comfortably neutral. “Yah.”

"Did - did anyone - was there something supernatural involved in this?" Sam asks carefully.

"What?" Dean snorts. "No, of course not."

Sam pauses.

"Dean."

"Sammy."

"Did… did Leonardo di Caprio sell his soul for that Oscar?"

Dean won’t meet his eyes. “How would I know? Maybe he did. I’m not a crossroads demon.”

Sam puts his head in his hands. “How long does he have left?”

Dean sighs and his facade drops. “Ten years.”

"That’s pretty generous."

"What can I say? I’m a nice guy," Dean says, spreading his hands. "Demon," he corrects after a thought.

"Wait, wait. You did this?" Sam asks. "But you’re not-"

"Dude." Dean fixes him with a look. His eyes flicker black for a second. "I’m a Knight of Hell. I can do whatever the fuck I want."

Sam lets his head drop back onto the back of the couch. “Dammit, Dean.”

Dean chuckles. “I got to make out with Leonardo di Caprio.”

Sam chokes.

writewordswithmusic:

so i basically wrote a crack fic where everythings kinda happy and content and the oscars are on and sam wants to watch them

"I’m not gonna watch it with you, Sammy."

"And why not, Dean?"

Dean sighs and he makes a face at his brother. “You know why not.”

"Come on, Dean, it’s just the Oscars. You can sit through- "

"Three hours of crying people in stupid clothes and ‘in memory of’s? I don’t think so."

"You used to like them."

Dean scoffs and skirts around the Devil’s Trap painted above the doorway into the kitchen. “What the hell are you talking about? I did not.”

Sam raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, so some of the people there are pretty hot. What can I say?"

Sam shrugs. “You could say ‘Yes, Sam, I’ll watch the Oscars with you’.”

"Yeah, but I don’t want to."

"Dean."

"Sam."

Sam rolls his eyes and stands in front of the fridge as Dean reaches for the handle. There’s no doubt in his mind that Dean could move him if he wanted to but Sam has plenty different exorcisms memorized and Dean knows three things: the start to each of them, that Sam knows them, and that he isn’t afraid to use them.

"Just watch the Oscars with me," Sam pleads. "Come on, Dean."

Dean stands with his hands on his hips in the attitude of teenage girl sass and tells him, “You are such a girl.”

Sam tilts his head hopefully. “That’s not a no.”

"Goddammit-" Dean rolls his eyes. "Fine. Fine. I’ll watch the Oscars with you." He walks straight through the door of the kitchen.

Well, tries to.

"Dammit, Sammy, let me out."

Sam laughs and pulls the remaining piece of apple pie from the fridge. Dean watches in silent fury from his place stuck in the Devil’s Trap. “Don’t you dare, Sammy. Don’t you do it.”

"Do what?" Sam asks, taking a bite.

.

"The Oscar for Best Male Actor goes to…"

The announcer on the screen slides the card out of the envelope. Sam will never admit that he’s thrumming in anticipation.

"Leonardo di Caprio!"

Sam chuckles. “Well would ya look at that.”

"Mm-hmm," Dean says. "Looks like Di Caprio finally got that Oscar."

His voice is casual. Innocent.

Too casual. Too innocent.

"Dean."

Dean looks over, eyes wide and face comfortably neutral. “Yah.”

"Did - did anyone - was there something supernatural involved in this?" Sam asks carefully.

"What?" Dean snorts. "No, of course not."

Sam pauses.

"Dean."

"Sammy."

"Did… did Leonardo di Caprio sell his soul for that Oscar?"

Dean won’t meet his eyes. “How would I know? Maybe he did. I’m not a crossroads demon.”

Sam puts his head in his hands. “How long does he have left?”

Dean sighs and his facade drops. “Ten years.”

"That’s pretty generous."

"What can I say? I’m a nice guy," Dean says, spreading his hands. "Demon," he corrects after a thought.

"Wait, wait. You did this?" Sam asks. "But you’re not-"

"Dude." Dean fixes him with a look. His eyes flicker black for a second. "I’m a Knight of Hell. I can do whatever the fuck I want."

Sam lets his head drop back onto the back of the couch. “Dammit, Dean.”

Dean chuckles. “I got to make out with Leonardo di Caprio.”

Sam chokes.

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yalipop:

Does the staff actually ever reply to posts or is that just a myth?

No one will believe you.

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pineplapple:

In New Zealand our drinking age is 18 but the drink driving tolerance for under 20s is zero and my friend who’s a cop said he gets great pleasure out of breathalising sober under 20 year olds and watching the terror fill their face as he tells them they’re 10 times over the legit drinking limit cause ten times zero is still zero

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tenshiko:

sushiandpie:

taco-bell-rey:



EXCEPT THIS ISNT JUST A FUNNY HAHA SILLY HEADLINE GUYS
this is really important and is a really great program that teaches skills to inmates and allows them to basically receive group therapy while they are simultaneously learning a craft
IT IS ALSO REALLY RADICAL BECAUSE IT BREAKS NOT ONLY THE STEREOTYPE THAT INMATES ARE INCAPABLE OF BEING DECENT HUMAN BEINGS WHO CAN TALK OUT THEIR ISSUES AND HEAL AND BE FUNCTIONING MEMBERS OF SOCIETY BUT IT ALSO SHOWS THAT TRADITIONALLY GENDERED HOBBIES LIKE KNITTING ARENT JUST “FOR WOMEN” AND ARE ENJOYABLE FOR EVERYONE.
here is an from the above article

They started by knitting comfort dolls, which they gave to children removed from their homes because of domestic issues. Then they moved on to hats for kids at the inner-city elementary school many of the prisoners attended, Zwerling says. “If you look at them, they’re covered with tattoos, they’re rough looking, and many of the young guys don’t have all their teeth,” she says. “But it doesn’t feel rough. They’re very respectful and grateful and very happy to knit.”

THEY KNIT COMFORT ITEMS FOR ABUSED KIDS. THEY KNIT HATS FOR INNER-CITY CHILDREN.
this is a good program and i really hope that people actually look into it rather than just posting the headline and a silly image attached ok
original article - x

Seriously go read that article. 

tenshiko:

sushiandpie:

taco-bell-rey:

EXCEPT THIS ISNT JUST A FUNNY HAHA SILLY HEADLINE GUYS

this is really important and is a really great program that teaches skills to inmates and allows them to basically receive group therapy while they are simultaneously learning a craft

IT IS ALSO REALLY RADICAL BECAUSE IT BREAKS NOT ONLY THE STEREOTYPE THAT INMATES ARE INCAPABLE OF BEING DECENT HUMAN BEINGS WHO CAN TALK OUT THEIR ISSUES AND HEAL AND BE FUNCTIONING MEMBERS OF SOCIETY BUT IT ALSO SHOWS THAT TRADITIONALLY GENDERED HOBBIES LIKE KNITTING ARENT JUST “FOR WOMEN” AND ARE ENJOYABLE FOR EVERYONE.

here is an from the above article

They started by knitting comfort dolls, which they gave to children removed from their homes because of domestic issues. Then they moved on to hats for kids at the inner-city elementary school many of the prisoners attended, Zwerling says. “If you look at them, they’re covered with tattoos, they’re rough looking, and many of the young guys don’t have all their teeth,” she says. “But it doesn’t feel rough. They’re very respectful and grateful and very happy to knit.”

THEY KNIT COMFORT ITEMS FOR ABUSED KIDS. THEY KNIT HATS FOR INNER-CITY CHILDREN.

this is a good program and i really hope that people actually look into it rather than just posting the headline and a silly image attached ok

original article - x

Seriously go read that article. 

(Source: literarynerd, via mediocre-satan)

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freudianhedgehog:

lapfoxs:

the most ignored piece of information on tumbler dot com

Nope
this is:


Spread this like fire

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freudianhedgehog:

lapfoxs:

the most ignored piece of information on tumbler dot com

Nope

this is:

Spread this like fire

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Some of my favorite Ghostfacers lines

the Ghostfacers will always be my fave

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immortal, wisest, and f a i r e s t of all beings

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