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undeanlich · 17 minutes ago
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undeanlich · 21 minutes ago
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was that like. the first time dean was the one beating his loved ones to a pulp or am i forgetting some beatings 
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undeanlich · 22 minutes ago
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woman pen laughing.gif i still have the screencaps i took from when i watched the episode in 2015 and theyre literally. the frame of the styne guy w the sewn on tattooed arm (on brand) and the “i dont want to have to hurt you” “i dont think thats gonna be a problem” exchange 
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undeanlich · 35 minutes ago
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maybe dabb wanted moc dean to be as hated as possible too bad i love him when hes mad and murderous and right
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aberfaeth · an hour ago
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thinking about the inside job this morning. thinking about “she was broken, you understand that? parker was broken, and you had no—you should have taken her in—” and archie replying with “taken her home like a real daughter? you know she wouldn't fit in. god, she doesn't fit in anywhere.”
but nate DID. nate did and hardison did and sophie and eliot did. parker before them was traumatized and lonely and afraid, and she had no one. and still she let herself be taken in by them—she asked. she fits with them, undeniably, and more importantly she grows with them. and honestly bar hardison they don’t do anything particularly special to facilitate this other than being there for her. they took her home and that was enough.
all this to say fuck archie i hate that wrinkled celery stick
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undeanlich · 3 hours ago
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its just fun. its just fun to think about sam watching his brother get eaten by the hellhounds and somehow survive and then taking his time and all the patience in the world to patch dean back together again from the mess he was reduced to  w limbs and organs he Has to have taken from people he thought were expendable. for his brother!! 
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autisticharrow · 7 hours ago
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like logically we know that we were doing. badly. pre mood stabilisers and that we’re better functioning now relatively speaking but that doesn’t stop our brain from craving the high of hypomania you know.
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autisticharrow · 7 hours ago
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“but what if our medications are bad actually. maybe being a little bit crazy is okay. we’re god actually and chemical compounds only dampen our power” beloved.....shut up
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autisticharrow · 7 hours ago
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i can has little a fic about autistic characters. as a treat.
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autisticharrow · 8 hours ago
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saw someone call robert pattinson hot excuse me while i go buy brain bleach
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autisticharrow · 9 hours ago
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the other reason i miss shanghai besides the fact that it’s. you know. my home. is that when i was a kid there was a decent turkish population so ramazan was like an actual event
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undeanlich · 9 hours ago
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head of sales.........................................no what if... what if you had your sword? i am your sword. your perfect vessel.
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undeanlich · 9 hours ago
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he was just trying to do his job smh :\ first they show dean his parents. nothing. he changes dean into someone superficially opposite. nothing. and then hes like WELL MAYBE HE HAS TO HEAR IT FROM HIMSELF and. it doesnt work either. F in the chat for zach 
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undeanlich · 9 hours ago
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like of course of course zachariah made him the head of sales and marketing. its a prestigious position and. hes an object to be sold and he always talks people into shit 
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autisticharrow · 9 hours ago
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i know i haven’t like. been posting and i apologise but in my defence i halted my queue so i can get three hundred posts into it
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autisticharrow · 9 hours ago
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fuck’s sake how come my fairgrounds streak hasn’t reset come onnnnn i just want to earn fake money
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goodwinmorin · 11 hours ago
the tigers + s1?
in my head hiroto, zion, and ren were all good friends that met in college and signed up for the ilb together!
Ultimately, it isn’t something that takes too much thought or discussion. Hiroto’s the most suited for managing the team, and none of the others particularly want to, so she’ll do it. It’s just paperwork and press releases at the end of the day, and on top of that, the captaincy is an informal role, Hiroto’s not really worried.
She’s got an office, though, which is new. It’s nothing special, but when she goes to check it out, Ren and Zion tagging along, it’s nicer than she expected. It’s got potential, Zion says, and Ren agrees, tracing a dick into the dust on one of the shelves and snorting to himself. 
They show up the next day, all three of them with dusters and lemon-scented wood polish and determination, to get it clean, and Hiroto finds herself unimaginably glad they’d all gotten drafted to the same team, that they’re there to make fun of her and help her clean decades-old offices. 
“Dude,” Zion says, pulling open one of the drawers at the desk and squinting at it. “Do you think we could make a false bottom in this or something? Like in the movies.”
“What would I need a false bottom for?” Hiroto asks, setting up the file cabinet. “For more forms, but secret this time?”
“For weed, obviously,” Zion shoots back. “Can’t have our dear captain smoking the devil’s lettuce be common knowledge, can we?”
“If she hotboxes this place right after we finish, she’s got bigger problems,” Ren says, in the kind of voice that means he’s planning on being her biggest problem if she makes the whole place smell. “We bought fuckin’ candles.”
“Those aren’t—” Hiroto starts, breaking off into a short laugh when Ren glares at her. “No, I mean, they’re definitely candles. Definitely not Flebreze odor-eliminating—”
“Oh, Hiroto, give him that,” Zion says, batting their eyelashes at Ren. “He was so excited.”
“Fuck off,” Ren says, going slightly red and flipping Zion off. They just laugh, and Hiroto grins too, shaking her head.
It’s not quick work, really, but it feels like it, and when they finish, Ren sits on the rug, leaning back against the desk. Hiroto and Zion share a glance, and each find other places to sit for a minute before they go home; Zion sits with their back to the door, and Hiroto sits sideways in the chair opposite the desk. 
Zion closes their eyes, tilts their head back to thunk against the door. “Do you think,” they start, pausing. 
Hiroto makes a curious noise. 
“Well, I mean, we’re gonna be good, right?”
“Of course we are,” Ren replies, and Hiroto’s got to admire the complete certainty there, at least. “Yeah. Obviously we’ll be good.”
“Not that we have any way of knowing that,” Hiroto adds, ignoring Ren’s look. “But I’ve got a good feeling about it. Zion, you can run, and Ren—”
“—you don’t have to sugarcoat it, we know I’m not great—”
“—is a solid mid-lineup batter,” Hiroto finishes. “And I’m decent at pitching too. It’s gonna be good.”
Zion blinks one eye open, cracks a smile. “It had better be. Can’t have you captain of a shitty-ass team, you know. What that would do to your reputation.”
“Your shining, spotless, amazing reputation,” Ren adds, with a snort. 
Hiroto just waves a vaguely dismissive hand at them both, curling in on herself in the chair. They can go home in a few minutes, she tells herself, but the season starts tomorrow and they do need to get some sleep, so they can’t just fall asleep here and fuck up their backs just in time for the game.
But a few more minutes like this can’t hurt.
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autisticharrow · 13 hours ago
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cannot wait to have monies again and buy things.......items, even
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