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And she’ll sit there. She’ll rust, fall apart. In a junk yard in a small town. Kids will pass by, run their hands along the rumpled metal that lost its shine after one too many rains. The grass beneath her is pale and dead. No one will look at her and give her a second thought. It’ll be that car that’s always been there. But really, there was a time, so far back that no one can remember now, when two boys rode around in that car. They drove for so long, all their lives, wheels hot, and the windows rolled down. Old songs that no one knows the words to anymore. So many memories cling to the falling paint, and the worn leather. About the two boys who loved her. Who were good. The ones that saved the world a few times. Who fought the monsters people refused to see. But, of course, they were also the boys who died.
And sometimes the weird guy in the trench coat will visit her. That’s when the parents call their children back inside as the man sits on the hood, legs folded up beneath him; just sits unmoving for hours. There’s a rumor that before he leaves, he caresses her side gently and whispers “thank you for taking care of them”.
NO THAT’S NOT OKAY YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO IMPLY THAT DEAN AND SAM DIED AND CAS IS ALONE NO
NOPE. NOOOOOOOOPE.
NO. YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO WRITE STUFF LIKE THIS.
NO. THAT IS NOT OKAY, ALRIGHT? IT’S JUST NOT.
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I really loved that line, okay? Because yes, he’s laughing at Thor and looking down at him. But there’s so much more resonating in this sentence: It’s the memory of happier days, of when they ran through the halls of Asgard, chasing each other and laughing and playing tricks on each other and being brothers. And there’s so much fondness here, as if he’s saying “look at my idiotic older brother, he never learns” and he’s smiling because feeling and aahdkshkahfsdfkshjk.
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capsiicle asked tom hiddleston and chris hemsworth in a modern-day prince and the pauper auYou’re a prince. Oh my god, you’re a prince.
I wanted to tell you before, but I—Yeah. Yes. I’m a prince.
I’m dating a prince. The prince.
A prince.
Yes, but a prince who lives in a castle. A castle.
Well technically it’s a fortress, but, you know, semantics.
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Even Sherlock fell for it.
FUUUUUUUUCCCCCC—————
STILL TOO SOON
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“We’ve been waiting far too long, brother.”
-inception au for insouciant-
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You already said, whatever happens… you wouldn’t leave me… Now it happens, but there is no evidence on the entire matter.
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No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can’t choose what stays and what fades away.
I can’t listen to this song without thinking of Sherlock now….
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