#HAANDS

[watatsumiis]

i am genuinely so so insane and unwell about this new promotional video oh my god oh my god oh my god

#ZHONGLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII #IM ROLLING AROUND ON THE FLORO HOWLING AT THE TOP OF MY LUGNS #HE LOOSK SO GOOD HE I HE #HANDS #HAANDS #PRETTY #CONDUCTRROR BOY IM THE I THE #HES SO #GOLDEN BOY AHHHHHH #general barks #i feel physically unwell i love him so much

[bluesnailsstuff]

hands are my mortal enemies >:(

i keep wanting to go back to it and like put more stuff into it but i think i kinda want to be done with it more

#my art #digital art #portrait #portrait art #haands #drawing

[ro-sham-no]

sam has intrusive thoughts. he knows what they are, and he knows that they happen to him. what he doesn't know is if his... less than brotherly thoughts about dean are just of the same ilk, or if they stem from his actual desires.

maybe it's just his brain jolting through potholes of its own making; maybe. or maybe it's his own sickness, his own wanton wanting, because he was born wrong. born twisted, dirty. inundated with sin, forever trying to taint those he loves most.

cw: violent & graphic intrusive thoughts; softcore car-wash p*rn starring dean from teen!sam's perspective (a.k.a. underage sam being gay & horny)

sam winchester experiences intrusive thoughts. he knows this. they spring unbidden into his mind, always with such startling clarity,

i should stab this toothbrush through the back of my throat. maybe i'll suffocate; drown in my own blood, spit, and vomit

or,

i'll gouge out the flesh on my arms with my nails if i just accidentally scratch them. wet flesh under my nails. trails of skin and tissue being flayed everywhere. quivering muscles underneath on display

or,

we have a pair of pliers in the toolkit in the back. if i just go and get them, i can rip all my teeth out from the root

... and so on. intrusive thoughts: sometimes violent, sometimes just disturbing, but always revolting- or at least, it's supposed to be always. sam knows he should be disgusted, horrified by all of them. and he is, the thoughts often eliciting a physical reaction, like a wince or a shudder, shaking his head, hitting it, pulling his hair. anything to derail his brain for just a second to reset. all of his brain's misfired urges and impulses completely disgust him.

all of them, that is, except one, which has reoccurred unfailingly but in varying forms since about the 9th grade.

it was 1997, and dean got the impala from dad for his 18th birthday. ever the faithful caretaker, he started tuning it up on his own and washing it, even more regular than john ever had. if they were set up in a motel, that meant dean would do maintenance in some empty parking lot and then go to a car wash joint, usually alone, after work at whatever inane local job he'd gotten. but sometimes, when they would squat in rent a house, dean would use the driveway and a good ol' fashioned bucket & sponge to give baby a rubdown on his own, pulling out special polishing wax for her chrome accents and everything.

so, it was 1997, sam was two months into being 14, and it was the middle of summer. they were posing as a happy family somewhere in the American Suburb. it was sweltering, and school had long been let out, so sam was inside reading in the living room. the window-shades were fully open to let in the cozy sunlight while he shamelessly took advantage of the non-faulty air conditioning. dean was outside washing baby after changing her oil, as per usual.

the loud clunk of dean shutting off the house's hose spigot made sam look up, unconsciously observing his brother, who'd donned the one ratty pair of swimming trunks he owned and a once-white, now oil-stained tank top for the occasion. he was drenched- though whether it was sweat or hose water, sam couldn't quite tell. dean fiddled some more with the spigot just next to the window, allowing sam to gaze on unfettered. sam didn't even realize he was doing it, relaxed and unaware as his hindbrain continued to make more and more detailed observations,

like how the angle of dean's jaw was set off just-so in the sun. or the way the firm, rounded definition of his bare shoulders shifted and rippled as he messed with the hose and bucket. or the way his wet tank top clung to his chest and stomach, slipping up just enough on one side to show the pronounced curve of his obliques. or how a wedge of un-tanned skin was revealed on the opposite side of his waist as his threadbare swim trunks were tugged down from the weight of the water they were soaked in. or even, just a small eye-stray further inward, how the same heavily soaked garment sunk in and scrunched up at his hip crease, first, and then swelled back out sharply towards the middle as it clung oh-so-tellingly to dean's-

sam's eyes snapped away quickly (why did he feel guilty?) as dean picked up the bucket by the handle he had finally fixed and turned away to bring it to the car. the younger boy, still unaware of his own mind's machinations, didn't even resist as his eyes and thoughts continued to stray, once again unbeknownst to him.

he must've dropped the bucket of water on himself when the handle popped out of place. maybe he let the spigot run a little longer, too, and let it get him wet and glistening all over, because no way had a singular bucket of water gotten dean that wet. not with the way he was so clearly soaked down his entire backside, causing the back of his tank, too, to cling to his torso.

sam idly noted that dean was starting to spread soapy water over the impala which was facing towards the house, tilted up on the driveway. dean had to bend and stretch himself out over baby's front to sponge at the crease where her windshield met her hood.

see, he must've gotten himself more wet, since his swimming trunks, again, were struggling to stay up. they worked in tandem with his clinging tank top which had continued to ride up, revealing dean's back dimples. two innocuous indentations of flesh, sitting atop his waistband and pointing downward to the once again un-tanned skin sloping across the sinful curve of dean's... assets. the beginning hints of his firm curves were just barely peeking out to join his back dimples, showing the delta of skin that led down into a dark crevice, so cruelly hidden from view by the swim trunks, still unfortunately hanging on for all they were worth.

even sam's subconscious hesitated at this, beginning to wake up the boy in question to his own internal monologue, but he still wasn't fully cognizant.

he gazed on as dean squeezed out the last bit of soapy water from the sponge, turning to grab the empty bucket as well and trek back up to the water spigot to rinse them out. as he walked up to the house with his hands full, he wiped his face against the inside of his arm, possibly to scratch an itch or wipe away sweat- sam didn't have the bandwidth to decide which it was as his brain fired up once again.

dean's lips dragged against the inside of his arm, catching with friction and then releasing so elegantly. can lips be considered elegant? maybe not. maybe dean's lips were just... red, and plump, and crested, ever-so-perfectly. they looked warm, heated by the sun and the scrape of dean's teeth as he periodically bit them raw.

sam's thoughts started to organize themselves,

it should be me making dean's lips warm, instead. only i should have the right.

i should be the one biting dean's lips raw; biting them until they bleed, all for me.

it should be me clinging wetly to dean's torso, riding up on his back.

i should be the one holding onto dean's waist, letting gravity incessantly tug my hands lower and lower until i dig into his back dimples.

it should be me who drags even lower still, until i clutch my fingertips where the sun isn't privileged enough to touch- where no one should be privileged enough to touch. no one except me.

i should be the one grasping his innermost vulnerability in my hands. i'll treat it better than anyone else could.

it should be me. i should be the one.

sam's hindbrain finally catapulted into complete awareness,

it should be me, kissing dean. i should be the one kissing him, holding- loving- fu-

sam's eyes widen and he flinches away from the window as the thought fully registers, stumbling off of the couch and back towards his room that he shared with dean on shaking legs, a previously unnoticed throbbing between them taking a sudden precedence in the priority of his blood flow.

it's fine.

just another weirdly desirable, actually alluring intrusive thought.

it's fine.

#alexa play that should be me by justin bieber #sam: thAt shOulD bE mE- HOLDING YOUR HAAND #(for sorting purposes: #wincest #weecest #sam winchester #spn #intrusive thoughts #ro writing tag #)

[clawdiia]

ROBERT SMITHICUS INSECTA

#I LOVE YOUR DAD LIKE ACTUALLY #HIS BEAUTIFUL MIND #“theyre in love” LIKE THE LPVECATS💓💕💓💕💕💓💕💓💞💓 #THE WORLD IS SPINNING THE WORLD IS RIANBOW ANGELS ARE FLYING FOEN FROM HEAVEN AND HOLDING HAANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #FAVORITE EVER CAN SOMONE DRAW THIS #ASKS #FRIENDS #THE CURE

[scumscuttlers]

. maan

#SM.txt #. pulling splinters out of my haands

[imobsessedwiththeatre]

Here is some hand i drawed, I think its pretty cool :3

HAND👺💅

#hand #haand #ibis paint x

[mxthtea]

"no survival instincts" because they trust you !!!!!!! your bird isn't stupid your bird trusts you not to hurt them !!!!!!!!!!!! they aren't dumb they love you !!!!!! why are you giving them reasons not to !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#bugz ramblez #waaaaghghghg head in haands !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[3knecrotic]

Ohg mY Fucking GOD THE SELF LOVE JUST KICKED IN HOLY S H I T

ANYONE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR ME JUST GIME ME 30 FUCKING MINUTES WITH EM!!!!!!!!💖💖💖💖

#dk speaks #thc rambles #my haands are fucking Shaakiing

[themichaelvan]

when never love an anchor by the crane wives is used in a familial sense💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

#DO YOU EVER THIINK OF ME QND MY TWO HAANDS #AND WONDER WHHYYYY I NEVER SOOTHED YOUR FEVERS #AND WONDER WHYYY I NEVER TIEEED YOUR SHOOEEESSSS #AND WONDER WHYYY I NEVER HELD YOUUUU GENTLYYYYYY #AND WONDER WHYYY #I NEVER HAAAD #THE CHANCE TO LOOOSEE YOUUUUUUUUU

[gildeddlily]

this is my skyfall suegiku edit by jiuhvoe era

#bungou stray dogs #bsd manga #bsd #bsd edit #suegiku #tecchou suehiro #jouno saigiku #skyfall #without the securityyyyy of your loving aaaaaarms keeping me from haaaarm put you haand in my haaand and well staaaaaand #im going down with this ship

[thecrowinacrown]

When i think about Dream, the Sandman, my brain either plays the dum dum dum mr sandmaan bring me a dreaam melody or either Metallica... There is no other option

#eeXIIT LIGHT. EEENTER NIGHT. TAAKE MY HAAND- WE'RE OFF TO NEVER NEVER LAAND- #too #doo ooh too ooh ooh #i like Rina Sawayama's cover more tho #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless

[bewby]

me and my aries moon aunt just were in the living room acting like european dj's at ssummer festivals telling people (my sisters who hated every second of it) to put their hands up and dance while we put on like david guetta from 2012 i canntntbtbfb this is wher ei'm at my element. PARTY PEEIOOPLLLEEEE

#SARAJEVO PUT YOUR HAANDS UP... LOVE AND PEACE ON PLANET EARTH!!!!!!! #i can't fucking bresthe. my sister threw an oreo cookie at me and i was like THANK YOU... BACKSTAGE SNACKS #we put on this like deep ass voice too for it like gmfnfjdbdnd YOU JUST HAD RO BE TJERE

[hearties-circus]

Oh btw! I was gonna draw 2b as an agent with torture in that last post but none of the sketches looked right

#gamer txt. #i want 2b to pace around loudly complaining about everyone only for a giant to gently place a haand on his head and he calms down #he's still mad but listen torture is trying to help and he appreciates it

[saecidal]

3 more than then we post <33

#aleks i miteee nottt post yours yet.. THO YUUTA IS JIGGLING BUT BUT BUT his haands are not #not yet #sad hours!

[scumscuttlers]

. of course pierre lost . i'm me

#SM.64 #. fuck you & your stupid little crops #. you weren't in the mines beaating monsters to get your haands on quaality ore

[sporksaber]

I saw a little mood board slideshow on tiktok about a fabulous childhoods and was violently reminded of the fact that there was more than one time when people invited every girl except me to their birthday and slumber parties. I only knew about them because whatever group of girls I was sateliting around that day would inevitably ask if I was going. Because I had to be invited, everyone was. But everyone never included me.

#my own best friend didnt invite me half the time #she said she forgot #and she definitly damaged my confidence the most out of anyone even though i genuinly dont think she meant to #i havent spoken to her since we graduated #our mutual friend says her anxiety is really hirrible and i know she wouldnt lie but i dont believe thats the reason #the first time i was invited to a sleepover was my junior year of highschool and i was genuinely confused #to the point i tried to haand the invitation back only fir her to tell me to open it and text her if i could go #anyways #ramble #vent #childhood