I FINISHED SEASON TWO OF SUPERNATURAL AND IM A FEW EPISODES INTO SEASON THREE OH GOD I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF MY FEELINGS AND JUST WRITE A SHIT TON OF IMAGINES OR SOMETHING
I ADORE SAM WINCHESTER SO MUCH IT PROBABLY ISNT HEALTHY
That is all.
I'm so sorry about your kitty :(
Thank you :) As hard as it was to say goodbye, I’m glad he’s not in pain, ya know?
hcourageous said: I know how you feel, if you need anything let me know and I’ll see what I can do *hugs*
Thank you so much :) I honestly think the only thing I can do now is just sit around and hope one of the Winchesters shows up at my door with oreos or something haha *hugshugshugs*
Maybe not as an opening line but you could work it in to some point of the story: Patrick looked straight into your eyes, straight into your soul.
Thanks for the awesome suggestion! I actually used that as the opening line because…idk I just liked it haha
Here it is :)
Opening line suggested by haha-justkiddin: Patrick looked straight into your eyes, straight into your soul.
Patrick looked straight into your eyes, straight into your soul. At least something that looked like Patrick did. It still had his muss of dirty blonde hair and slender silhouette. The raised cheekbones and delicate lips were all there. But it wasn’t him. There was no way it could be him. The Patrick you knew wasn’t capable of such a harsh, angry gaze. He didn’t hunch over or breathe heavily. His aura wasn’t that of an animal, he didn’t have a fucking hook for a hand, and you’d sure as hell never be afraid of him.
No. This was not Patrick. This was a monster, and you knew there were only two options to deal with such things. Either you run or you fight. At least that was what you’d learned over the years as you watched the other monsters. The ones that you’d seen on the news who did unspeakable things in the dark for money, sex, or just plain blood. Yes, those you could take care of. You’d never been unfortunate enough to meet one, but you knew you could handle yourself if you ever did. This, however…this you didn’t know what to do with. You’d been taught to bite and kick at strangers, not the very man who insisted you take classes and watch videos to learn how to defend yourself in the first place. How could you fend off someone who, just yesterday, had held you tight and whispered promises of a future together in your ear? Who’d looked just as deeply into your eyes but in a much different way. Who’d stolen your heart.
You couldn’t. That was the answer. You just couldn’t.
Sorry to clog up all of your dashboards with this stuff…it’s the last post, I swear.
This morning I put my cat to sleep and oh god it was so terrible…
I guess that’s really all I have to say about the matter. I just now gathered my shit together for the first time in three hours and reflecting on the (wonderful) type of cat he was will just get me all worked up again…
Once more I apologize for all these posts.
Reblog or she’ll be in your room tonight..
OH MY GOD
SORRY GUYS BUT
OKAY REBLOGGING THIS.
sorry persons, but
i’m not going to take any risks.e u e
I am so fucking sorry followers I’m scared
BUT WATCH FHE VIDEO ITS SCARIER!
It’s called bedfellows by Drew daywalt!
i want sleep ALONE
I’M A SCARDY CAT! I’M NOT TAKING NO RISKS!
NO RISKS I’M SCARED, SORRY FOLLOWERS
I’m not in the mood for monsters babes. Sorry.
I WILL NOT BE FUCKING SLEEPING NOW THANKS TO THIS
DAMMIT . I ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WAS GONNA SLEEP GOOD TONIGHT
This will FOREVER make me laugh.
omg the notes tho
i have water in my mouth and i am STRUGGLING TO KEEP IT IN MY MOUTH OH MY GOD HAHA
this kindof makes me fucking sick