Dean Winchester Hunter - Brother - Father -- Im not perfect, but I keep trying.
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Some Nights Tumblr Version.
Based off this post.
Lyrics:
Some nights, I stay up staring at my laptop
Some nights, I don’t sleep at all
Some nights, I ‘m glad that my dash is never ending
Some nights, I wish I could log off
But I still stay up, I still read your posts
Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four
What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?
Most nights, I don’t know anymore…
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh
This is it, these are ship wars
What are we fighting for?
Why don’t we read fanfic already?
I was never one to sleep at night - save that for those who have a life
Post twice as much and get half as many likes, but here feels come again
To stay for a while
But that’s alright; I blog from in my bed tonight
I blog because I’m wonderin’ just who I, who I, who I am
Oh, who am I? mmm… I have no life
Well, some nights, I wish that my dash would end
‘Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I’m scared I’ll hit post limit again
Some nights, I always hit, I always hit…
But I still stay up, I still read your posts
Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four
What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?
Most nights, I don’t know…
So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Left my social life for this? Or do I have no friends because of this?
(/awkward pause where I didn’t know what to write/)
So log on.
Log on.
Log on,
OH LOG ON!
Well, that is it guys, that is all, scroll twelve pages down and I’m bored again
Ten years of this, and only bloggers understand
I’m not sticking ‘round with my folks downstairs; Sorry to leave, mom, I had ship pairs
I’m going to be forever alone, all dried up from my laptop brightness
My heart is breaking for my OTP and the con that they call “love”
‘Cuz when they look into each other’s eyes…
Man, you wouldn’t believe the most amazing things that can come from…
Some terrible writers…ahhh…Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh
The other night, you wouldn’t believe the fic I just read about my OTP
I wish it would update already
I wish you’d tag all of your stuff, man.
Why won’t you tag all of your stuff, man? oh…
I’m never logging off
Why would I ever log off Tumblr… oh …
Oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh.
THIS IS THE TUMBLR ANTHEM
IF YOU DO NOT REBLOG THIS YOU MIGHT AS WELL LOG OFF AND OR SHUT DOWN YOUR BLOG BECAUSE ALL OF TUMBLR HAS REJECTED YOU.
Holy. Fuck. Balls. That was amazing. ALL HAIL THE TUMBLR ANTHEM!
I love this so much oh god.
(via castiel-needs-a-hug)
Being an angel temporarily had its perks, and knowing Dean like he did, he could tell the man’s desire to move away before the warm skin of his palm connected with the other’s cheek, but he pushed on, and seeing as how his husband didn’t pull away, he let himself get accustomed to the feel of it again. Well, up until the moment where Dean grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away, which wasn’t that much of a surprise really.
“If it’s such nonsense, then tell me why you keep rejecting me? Why you leave and never tell me where you’re going for weeks or months at a time?” he cut off his sentence, taking a shuddering breath he didn’t really need, but had grown used to. “I don’t think you want me anymore, Dean. Just like you don’t really love me.”
Dean took a step backwards when the Angel finally started talking properly and stopped demanding on doing it if Dean really wanted it or really asked for it. Of course the former hunter knew that bringing up what the other one had done wouldn’t be usefullat all right now, and so he decided to stay silent for a while.
“Hunting.”, was the first thing he said after a while of watching the angel desperatly stare down and pretend the ground would be the most entertaining object he had ever seen.
“With Lacey.” After all Castiel and she hadn’t managed to get along, either, and there was no way Dean could have pushed his own flesh and blood away. “—And I do not appreciate having you touch me because…Well ‘guess that’s obvious.”,he muffled the last part before another deep sigh left his lips and he shrugged.
“I may not be the best brother or the best father —And hell; I’m probably the worst husband… But whenever I look at you, I see the pain we’ve made each other go through… But I will not discuss… I’ll…sign the papers when you…Bring them over.” The tears were sparkling in his eyes while he tried his best to put a smile on.
(Source: askdeanwin)
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