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saltandburnheathens · 2 hours
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Dean putting post-its on Sam's back is prime Dean and no one can convince me otherwise.
I love my man-child.
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saltandburnheathens · 3 hours
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Girl dinner🌭
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More promotional photos of Jensen Ackles as Russell Shaw on Tracker (x)
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i think a lot of people don’t realise that cas pulling dean out of hell in lazarus rising wasn’t cas pulling dean off the rack, it was cas pulling dean AWAY FROM the rack, away from the people he was torturing
the first time cas touched dean he saw the pain dean was inflicting on other people, saw the way he enjoyed it, and it didn’t change how pure dean was to him, it didn’t make him any less good
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you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
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Dean's PJs
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MA BOY DEAN
honey you’re drowning in your daddy’s leather jacket
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Demon!Dean sketch. Man In A Box because that song gives me Dean vibes.
The Gram
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All I need is for someone to gently cup my face and tell me I'm not as doomed as I feel.
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Hahaha haha I do this and I know I do this because a coworker has commented on it several times. That and my infamous 'bridge of nose pinch'.
that thing dean does when something is so awful he just has to close his eyes for a second and you get fully whammied by his eyelashes and remember how haunted he is
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born to write the beginning and ending, forced to write the middle part.
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saltandburnheathens · 10 days
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Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)
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saltandburnheathens · 10 days
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Personal angst under the cut
Don't know how to admit to my husband that I'm struggling so damn much with staying clean right now. Like how do you just say that to someone outright?
"Oh I'm struggling with giving too much of a shit while the world burns around me and now I want to pop some substances I shouldn't and slice my own arm off. But it's cooooll! Please don't get the crisis team involved.'
I've been SI clean for 6 years, clean from hard drugs for the same length of time and haven't so much as touched anything other than thceee in that time. Haven't so much as written a 'big sleep' note. Yet here I am - letting my anger whittle away at me until I'm nothing but embers of guilt and hurt.
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saltandburnheathens · 10 days
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Better man - Dean Winchester
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Summary: A small blurb about how Dean has made it his misson to be a better Dad than John ever was.
Content Warnings: Dad!Dean, language
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Dean had never wanted to be the kind of man his father was; selfish and abusive to children that had only ever loved him, and that now grew to loathe him with the understanding of their past. Dean had never wanted to be like that, and when he had his first child with you, he was scared to death he would turn out just like his father had been. But of course he never could be, because Dean was god damned good at running from his fears, and he certainly wasn't going to give in and become them.
When his daughter was born he became an entirely different man, living for each and every special moment where he got to see her grow up. He became an expert at braiding hair, and making friendship bracelets. He was the best guest at tea parties, and the perfect mentor when it came to every child's favorite form of chaos; the floor is lava.
Dean Winchester wasn't the perfect dad, but he made sure he was a good one. Milkshakes after school and bed time stories featuring uncle Sam and Grandpa Bobby. Adventures that would send her off into a peaceful sleep to dream of all the journey's she would take in her future. When she was old enough he introduced her to the life, though not in the way his father had. He was patient and compassionate, and he made sure she wasn't too afraid of what hid in the dark. Dean drilled into her the fact that he would always be there to keep her safe, that even though he was teaching her self defense he would always come when she called.
Dean has a specialized ringtone for his daughter. Of course he does because how else would he know that he needs to pick up immediately?
He listens to every song she loves. Memorizes the words so he can sing along with her in the car. He takes an interest in her interests, and loves what she loves for the sole reason that his own father had never done the same. And he would never be like that. Dean Winchester would never be as self-absorbed as his father had been, desperate and driven by revenge.
On the day Dean Winchester became a father, he became the best man he could be. And he slipped up at times, his life messy enough to leave a few marks on his not so spotless resume. Late for pick-ups at school had been a big one, not because he hadn't wanted to be there, and not because he'd forgotten. It was always simple things, like a visit from Cas or Sam and the never-ending traffic that seemed to pile up in school zones. But he was a good dad, even if he felt at times he was failing to be. He was someone his daughter could count on and could love without a doubt, and whether he believed it or not, that was enough.
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saltandburnheathens · 11 days
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Took a pair of scissors to my hair. That's where my mental health is at today.
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saltandburnheathens · 12 days
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Ergh. Today was rough and I honestly can't wait to just curl up with a hot water bottle, my T.H.Cee and some angst prompts. I'm trying my best to quietly quit and stop giving a fuck, but it's my department and it's doing so fucking well. And I have team members that I care about that trust me to steer them in the right direction.
But then the night staff come in (the literal fucking teenagers, some of which are old enough to vote) and fuck up everything we've done.
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