“I spent a great deal of my life being ignored. I was always very happy that way. Being ignored is a great privilege. That is how I think I learnt to see what others do not see and to react to situations differently. I simply looked at the world, not really prepared for anything.” —Saul Leiter
Don’t pressure yourself. Don’t worry about what others think you should do or what the societal “norm” is. Do what moves you and makes you smile and the “good” will follow
Misha Collins (x)
*casually sitting with Karly and Kassidy at Taco Bell after CPA, talking about Supernatural, of course*
Kassidy: oh yeah, I ship Wincest
Me: *can’t speak for a moment, overwhelmed, leans my head on Kassidys shoulder as I hug her* I. Love. You
it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam
The moment you realize you don’t think Lucifer is all that bad
“but your opinion was different a month ago”
oh my god, you’re absolutely right
learning, growing and changing the way you think is completely unnaceptable
i’m sorry for not being immutable
Best Wincest Moments: #46 - Thinman
zombikki asked: samifer hurt comfort given the new situation/dean/themost current episodes and stuff ? :D
A sort of coda to 9.14, and can be considered a sequel to my fic “Broken Edges. :) Enjoy!
Warnings: No warnings, really. Except maybe some slight hurt!Sam Winchester and protective Lucifer.
They’re lying in bed together, fully-clothed. Or rather, Sam’s lying down with his back turned to Lucifer, while the Devil’s half-leaning against the headboard with a book propped up on one knee. Sam’s eyes are shut, but try as he might he can’t get to sleep. Try as he might, he can’t get the grief and anger on Linda Tran’s face out of his head.
He can feel the faint chill emanating from Lucifer, but he doesn’t try to get close, doesn’t try to touch him. It’s been months since the night he had forced Gadreel out of his body, but for all the time that had passed the wounds were still open, still festering. Dean’s expression after Kevin had gone off with his mom… Sam does his best to push it out of his mind, fighting to keep down the wave of resentment, anger, and hurt betrayal threatening to engulf him. Telling himself there’s no use thinking about it now, and dammit didn’t he deserve at least a decent night’s sleep after everything? But he’s always been his worst demon. So with a sigh he gives up on sleep entirely, opening his eyes and rubbing his face with his palm.
“Sam?” Sam turns bleary eyes to the archangel perched – no better word for it, really – beside him. There’s an unspoken question on his face. He sighs again. “No. I’m not all right. Can’t sleep.” He says a little roughly. He doesn’t really know when he started trusting the Devil with his emotional state, but he’ll be damned if he starts contemplating that now, on top of everything else.
got no problem with watching a full season of tv in one sitting but when it comes time to pick a movie im like “am i really ready to pay attention to something for two hours”
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My mom just took the “What Fandom Do You Belong To” quiz, and you think she’d get Supernatural or Doctor Who. Turns out, even though she hasn’t watched it yet, she’s a Sherlockian.
HOW CAN WE BE HAPPY ?
Once a group of 50 people was attending a seminar.
Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each one a balloon. Each one was asked to write his/her name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.
Now these delegates were let in that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written, within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos.
At the end of 5 minutes no one could find their own balloon.
Now each one was asked to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it.
Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.
The speaker began— exactly this is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is.
Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness.
And this is the purpose of human life.
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