i was just thinking, wouldn’t it be the ultimate cosmic joke if one or both the winchesters died from natural causes
i mean like, they’ve each died in a myriad of different ways, they’ve died because of the supernatural
but what if in the end they still died, but it was because, like, dean has a heart-attack or sam has stage four pancreatic cancer, or something
but then the other part of me starting thinking… i can’t remember the last time either of them were legitimately sick. maybe i just don’t remember, but seriously, when’s the last time it was like “oh this flu is killing me, i don’t want to get up, i don’t want to go on another hunt”
no shit!! and you follow me!?!?!? WHAT
i do! and actually, i think you were on my end of the year follow list a couple months back. i included people i knew, blogs i liked, and people i’ve seen have followed me for awhile/or are always on my dash i remember and wanted to include for being super awesome possums. (=
i think some people who use ‘semi charmed life’ for their references don’t really know what the song is about
when people attack sam winchester, i kind of just want to rip their throats out
i don’t even wanna talk about it anymore, i just want to do that instead
we get it guys
angel feathers in the trunk
got it the first time, the second
but after the 5000000th separate post on my dash about it, i’m thinking it’s becoming a bit excessive, don’t you?
henry’s a little shit but gdi being human don’t do this to me. it’s supposed to be him and aidan foreveeer undead ever after
sometimes i laugh because writing
but it looks and sounds more like someone who’s having a complete mental and emotional breakdown
i have about three or four a day, myself
the thing that pains me most about once upon a time is that 95% of the characters are so fucking dense in the heads, i want continuously smack them with something large and heavy. like order of the phoenix.
where thorin wanted kili to stay behind before the battle of five armies, to protect the last line of durin, as he didn’t expect he would return, nor did he have high expectations for fili returning either. and basically everyone knows about what thorin would ask of kili, even his brother, but nothing was said because there would be protests or tantrums, and some things are just hard to admit, let alone say.
kili just goes quiet for a few moments, and thinks really hard, then speaks slowly and thoughtfully. he says how all his life he wanted to be like them, like thorin and fili. how he tried to be them. but he hadn’t needed to. because he wasn’t like them. he was them. he was his uncle and his brother, and they him. they were all the same. nothing without each other. so, where one goes, they all go, or no one goes.
fili is so proud of his little brother, which gives kili confidence until he glances at thorin. and then kili is quiet again because scary uncle is scary. and thorin is just like ‘sigh alright.’ and they all go off together, thorin telling them that if he says run, they run; if he says make for safety, they do so. no excuses or exceptions.
then at the last battle… thorin’s going down. the brothers are seeing this. they actually could get away; they could make it, or at least have a chance. thorin’s yelling for them to go, but he’s on their minds, and that’s it. besides, it’s fili and kili - when have they ever properly done what they were told to do? they rush into the fray, no holds bar. either all three are leaving or none of them are. they make their final stand - as a family.
thorin can’t really fight by this time, he’s pretty much done. but fili and kili defend him regardless, attack after attack, blow for blow. thorin closes his eyes and laments, knowing it’s futile; he knows it’s the end. he has to look again, though; he has to see what he’s caused, what he’s done. but even as fili is taken down first, and kili - reaching for his brother - meets the same fate soon after, and all of this at his feet, thorin can’t find it in himself to be discouraged, ashamed, or sad. he’s proud. as his nephews lay dying with him, he’s proud, proud of the men they turned out to be. for kids not his own, they were his, and they turned out to be pretty great. he couldn’t have asked for more in this life or the next than the pride, joy, love, and purpose that fili and kili had given him.
thorin shields fili and kili and waits. he’s not sad. he doesn’t feel anything, except peace. because he’s taking them home again, like he has a thousand times before. he’s taking them home, and they’re going together. as a family.
it was all worth it.
and after the battle, as their friends mourn and look to the growing shadow in the distance, they see another shadow move away toward the light. a shadow that takes shape and form; there are three, in fact. the shadows of dwarf-folk, a man carrying a small child upon his shoulders, while the older child bounds ahead, then pauses, waits for the others; he takes the hand of the man, and the handle of what looks to be a child’s bow, held on the other side by the smaller child. their shadows seem to laugh merrily as they gradually disappear in the direction of the mountain. and their friends are not sad anymore.
my sister called to tell me about the new flat screen tv and blu-ray player she bought for herself
she generally does this at least once a week whenever she buys something
ok i’m really annoyed every time i see someone reply to a post and i can’t reply back
i love when people hide food
it’s like do you even know me at all
i will always find it
doing something you immediately regret whether or not it was intentional to begin with