living-death:

every breath, every hour has come to this

you’re a monster, sam.

“You got a lot to learn, boy. So I’ll see you back in class bright and early Monday morning.”

couragelilly:

outlaw-lookingforthesun:

cherry619:

# sweet lord of the rings  # what have i gotten myself into 

Oh…. wow…. those boys have alot of fun on set… thats for sure…

Jensen & Danneel Ackles, meant to be ♥

castielnovac:

imagine the day when sam and dean are finally six feet under and instead of moving on, all cas would do is sit in front of their graves 24/7 and talk non-stop about his day because he learned that that’s what humans do before breaking down into uncontrollable sobs and questioning why they left him alone on earth and why he couldn’t find them anywhere in heaven

teamfreedicks:

beesmygod:

endofunctor:

Shirime (尻目^?, lit. “buttocks eye”) is a strange yōkai with an eye in the place of his anus.

The story goes as follows: Long ago, a Samurai was walking at night down the road to Kyōto, when he heard someone calling out for him to wait. “Who’s there?!” he asked nervously, only to turn around and find a man stripping off his clothes and pointing his bare buttocks at the flabbergasted traveler. A huge glittering eye then opened up where the strange man’s anus should have been.

This creature was so liked by the haiku poet and artist Buson that he included it in many of his yōkai paintings.^[1]

here it is

my favorite ghost

Next: On Supernatural

fivesentencesmut:

It’s Ruby who gets him addicted, gets the taste of blood in Sam’s mouth and nurses him along until he finds that he can’t go by a single day without it, that rich taste and rush of power that makes him nigh invincible.

It’s not Ruby he turns to for his fix though, why go to the trouble of tracking her down and playing her little mind games for a bit of blood when Sam has a better source so much closer to him, and so much more willing to give him what he needs.

“Come on, Sammy,” Dean croons up at him as the knife parts his skin, his black eyes gleam as the thick blood wells up and spills across his chest and Sam goes hard as the scent of it hits him, “Know you need it, baby bro, go on, take it.”

Sam bends without further prompting and licks up the spill of blood, tracing the lines back to the still open cut before sealing his mouth around the wound and sucking, drawing in heady mouthfuls of his brother’s blood as Dean threads his finger in Sam’s hair to press him closer.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Dean gasps and one leg wraps around Sam, bringing their hard and covered cocks together in a filthy grind that makes Sam’s breath hitch, a few drops escaping to smear down his chin as he groans, “Take what you need, Sammy, you know I’ll always give it to you.”