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if you’re bored and want to eat…

•read a book

•take a nap

•lie down and listen to music

•have a light stretch or workout

•drink tea/coffee instead

•watch netflix or a movie

•play a game (temple run, dancing line, tomb of the mask, subway surfers)

•go outside and look at the sky ~ this one always makes me happy

•study for an upcoming test, or get ahead in the textbook

•organize your room, or something that may be messy

•look at thinspo

but eat if you need to. don’t kill your body, eat if that’s what you need

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You’re disgusting

Yep, you did it again. Yes, you, you don’t have anyone else to blame. If you know how it will make you feel after, why do you continue to do it? You know the rules you’ve put into place, so just stick to them. You control everything that goes into your own body. It’s so pathetic how you’re not keeping the end goal in mind.

You will not stop until you can rub a hand over your stomach without feeling your chub, you will not stop until you can lift up your shirt and see ribs and hipbones, not a red line from sitting. You will not stop until you look disgustingly sick. You’re so fucking pathetic. Honestly look at yourself, is this really what you want? Do you love what you see? Is this how you want to be viewed?!

Get a hold of yourself. No more going over 500, no more telling yourself “i can restart tomorrow”.

Just fucking starve.

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sometimes, i’ll get in a mood

it’s really not that hard to lose weight.

out eating with family? get a side salad with lemon slices & a lil salt and pepper as dressing lol.

eating with friends? say you’re not hungry, or you’re eating at home and your parents will get mad if you’re full for dinner. then tell your parents you ate with friends.

college student? do you really have money for that anyways? go study.

working a job around food? look at your customers, i work at a frozen yogurt bar. if i was to stick my face in the marshmallow fluff i’ll study the really thin girls who come in and eat it, i can’t have it until i look like them.

laying in bed right now? 300 crunches, now.

say no to that scoop of ice cream, don’t go in the junk food aisles of the grocery store, drink your water drink your tea, quit bitching about being fat when the answers are right in front of you.

but that’s only sometimes, the rest of the time, i’m weak.

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Me: *sleeps well, eats healthy, exercises & goes outside, has good relationships, etc.*

My Brain: "Yeah but you should still kill urself"

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Motivation to become skinny ✨✨

1. There is nothing better than getting up in the morning, looking into the mirror and lifting your shirt to see your flat stomach. To feel the lines on your stomach and see some rib action. This will allow you to start of your day good and will leave you feeling good about yourself

2. You can be the skinny friend. I have been the skinny friend for a good portion of my life and it’s great. People always ask you how you do it and are jealous of your weight.

3. You don’t have to be ashamed of your weight in social situations. For instance, when there are more people than bikes and people have to lift on the back of the bike, you will be the skinny friend and not too heavy to lift, instead of the one driving the bike, too heavy to sit on the back part.

4. You will be the one people are jealous of

5. It’s easier to flirt with people when you’re skinny. You will look hot/cute doing it and not like, weird or desparate. Especially in clubs/ at parties this is the case. (Disclaimer: this does not apply for serious relationships, find someone that loves u for who you are)

6. Summer in general. Looking good in shorts, skirts and crop tops. Wearing bikini’s and feeling good. Especially if you’re around a guy/gurl you like, this is great. You will actually want to show off your nice body instead of cancelling because you’re too insecure to wear a bikini.

7. It will actually be a nice experience to shop for underwear and sleepwear. Cute bralettes, lace everyting and it will look gorgeous on your small body

Xxx S

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Dean’s gotten used to Sam’s fidgeting when they get ready for bed. Tiny movements, for the most part, and ones that are easy to miss, or would be, if he hadn’t learned to look out for them. A bouncing leg, rubbing at his hands, fiddling with clothing- they’re the sorts of habits that only come out when Sam is especially nervous, and Dean has taught himself to notice them so he can sneak in and try to help.

Tonight, it’s his hands. Sam’s picking at things, obsessively readjusting the sheets, rubbing circles into the palms of his hands as Dean gets the lights turned off for the night. They’re both worried about Jack, but Sam’s going to drive himself into the ground if he can’t even sleep. Dean crawls into bed alongside his brother and reaches out to grab Sam’s hands, intent on giving him something else to focus on.

“It’s time for bed,” he says, gentle and firm like Sam’s a little kid again. Already, Sam looks a little embarrassed to have been caught, but he’s quiet. Still. “You with me?”

Sam takes a deep breath, and Dean watches the way his shoulders slump when it’s done. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m just… you know, the whole-”

“I know.” They don’t need to talk about it. Not right now, when they’re both exhausted. “Just take it easy, alright?”

Together, they lie down, and Dean keeps holding onto Sam’s hands. Doesn’t let go except to get a better position, curling himself against Sam’s back because he knows it makes his brother feel safe to be held like this. Quietly, just a huff of breath against Sam’s ear, he speaks again. “Use my hands, okay? Don’t hurt yourself.”

They usually don’t talk about the way Sam opens up old scabs, or the habit he’s clung to since he was seeing Lucifer in every corner of every room, but it’s a quiet understanding between them. Though Sam doesn’t respond, he curls his fingers around Dean’s and starts playing with them, just tiny nonsense movements like a mantra he needs to repeat to himself. Tracing his fingertips over Dean’s knuckles, bending them experimentally, stroking in mindless patterns. Already, it’s lulling Dean to sleep in a comfortable sort of way.

“Get some sleep,” he mumbles, and Sam nods, just a little bit. “M'gonna be right here.”

He’s not sure how long Sam sleeps that night- drifts off while Sam’s still awake, still playing with his fingers- but he looks better the next day. A little more rested, a little more settled.

They hold hands more after that. Dean likes the way it grounds them both.

322/365

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On a particularly bright morning, Dean pulls Sam down by the wrist to sit across his lap, the softest look in his eyes and an equally soft grin on his lips as he wraps his arms around his waist and murmurs up at him, “You are the love of my fucking life, you know that?”

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Voiceless

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by LeighLemont

The last time John heard Dean’s voice is the night Mary died.

Words: 812, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Mary Winchester

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Muteness, Mute Dean Winchester, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Baby Sam Winchester, Selectively Mute Dean Winchester

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The Strengh of Mars and the Beauty of Venus

I was lucky enough to be able to write something inspired by this masterpiece made by @awabubbles. Hope you like it !

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Blood, more blood, Dean shoving his sword left, the man avoiding it and shoving his own sword to the right, passing right next to Dean’s face. Sam holds his breath, his hands tight on his lap. One move to the right, to the left, and they go again, their bodies moving on the ground like gods fighting for their life, the sun making their sweating skin shine, as they keep moving again and again, like a dance that never seems to end.

But it does, when the man, after hours of fight, collapses on the ground, a sword deep in his heart.

He is dead.

Dean is alive.

Sam breathes.

“Look at him, Samuel” His father tells him, “Look how strong he is”

“I’m looking at him, father”

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« Sammy, don’t move" Dean orders, holding Sam’s ankle with his left hand

“It tickles!” Sam defends himself, holding back a laugh

“I’m gonna cut you”

“No, you’re not” Sam says “Even if you do, no one ever died from a cut on the leg”

“You don’t know that”

Sam holds his breath when Dean gets a little higher, the razor blade sliding over his thigh. He never thought it would be that hot, watching Dean shave his legs, and yet, his dick has been standing proudly at attention for the last couple of minutes, his eyes focused on Dean’s movement.

They were enjoying a bath together when he told Dean he wanted to shave his legs, just to try and see how they would look without any hair on them.

Like most fifteen year olds, he still doesn’t have a lot of hair on his body anyway, except for around his dick. But he wanted to know how it would feel to have no hair. To see how he would look, with red panties and smooth legs. He didn’t tell the last part to Dean, through, choosing to keep the surprise for later.

But he didn’t plan on doing it now, much less have Dean doing it for him.

And yet, here he is, with Dean sliding the razor blade over his legs, carefully as not to hurt him. His breath hitting his wet skin, making Sam shiver with excitement.

“I’ve been here for all your first times. Should be here for this one too, right?” Was Dean’s argument when Sam tried to protest. And even through he had some doubts at first, Sam knows there’s no way it would have been this good if he had done it alone.

“You’re so cute” Dean says, placing a kiss on Sam’s ankle.

“Did you just call me cute ?”

“Shut up” Dean frowns, a light blush spreading over his face, and Sam can’t help but laugh, sliding down a little more in the bath tub until he’s almost lying in it.

“You’re cute, too” He admits, caressing Dean’s chest with his bare foot. “My cute big brother”

“Stop it”

“My adorable boyfriend”

“You know what ? That’s it. I won’t do this ever again. I shouldn’t have helped you” Dean says, pushing Sam’s feet away

Sam laughs, moving in the tub until he can sit on Dean’s lap, water splashing on the floor as he does so.

He slides his fingers in Dean’s wet hair, enjoying the feeling of their skin against each other, almost melting. He starts kissing him, moving his hips slowly rubbing his dick against Dean’s equally as hard one.

“You know” He whispers against Dean’s lips “There’s still a place you hadn’t shaved”

“Yeah? Where?”

“Here” Sam says, taking Dean’s hand and guiding him toward his ass. Immediately, two fingers start rubbing against it, and Sam is happy to push back, enjoying the pressure.

“But you’ll need to be very still. Can you do that, Sammy? Can you be a good boy for me?”

“I don’t know” Sam admits “Maybe you should tie me up. Just to make sure”

“Yeah, that’s an idea” Dean breathes out, bitting on Sam’s neck “What If I cut you?”

“One Magic kiss and I’ll be better” He promises, excitement boiling inside of him. “Can you do it, big bro?”

“Fuck yeah” Dean says, getting up from the bath with Sam still around his waist.

Sam yells in surprise, holding on to Dean as tight as possible, afraid to fall, and before he knows it, he’s being shoved on the bed, wet and naked, with Dean crawling on top of him.

Shaving on his own may have been more efficient, but there’s no way it would have been as intense and amazing than being shaved by Dean.

Beta by @debivc78

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Donestic housewife!Sam, breeding kink, and feminization (bottom!Sam)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QzmNlt

by Cas_Get_Out_Of_My_Ass

Just some drabbles I wrote for fun

Words: 969, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Wincest Drabbles

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Breeding, Feminization, Bottom Sam, Panty Kink

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Sam hopes that he never, ever gets too big for this.

He fits just right between the parentheses of Dean’s legs, settled back against his brother’s chest like he was built for exactly this spot. Dean’s arms are wrapped tight around his middle, keeping him close and warm, and it’s so, so easy for Sam to close his eyes and think about nothing else.

“Gettin’ sleepy?” Dean’s voice is quiet and honey-thick against his ear, and Sam shivers, tilting his head into it. “We can go t'bed if you want.”

As tempting as it sounds, no part of Sam wants to move from where he is right now. Dean’s sat back against the couch, and even if there’s nothing but old carpet under Sam’s ass right now, he doesn’t think he’s ever been as comfortable as this. Another brush of Dean’s lips against the curve of his neck seals the deal, and he shakes his head no. “I’m okay.”

He feels Dean’s smile against his skin, and he’s rewarded with a handful of tiny kisses pressed all in a line, from the bony part of his shoulder to the bolt of his jaw. There’s something on TV in front of them but Sam couldn’t care less. “Good,” Dean hums, and he pulls Sam a little more firmly against him. There’s something unspeakably intimate about this, but not overtly sexual. Not this time. “I was hoping to stay up a little longer.”

So they do. Sam stays right where he is, cuddled back against his brother’s chest and fighting the urge to fall asleep. Eventually, he loses, his eyelids growing too heavy to resist, but drifting off in Dean’s arms is hardly a bad way for the evening to end.

Through it all, even in unconsciousness, he can’t help but think he’s never felt as safe. Nothing, nowhere, nobody will ever be as safe as Dean.

314/365

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The “Brothers looking at each other series” - SN14x04 “What? Oh, yes, I shaved.” ″ I mean, it’s so smooth. It’s like a dolphin’s belly.”

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We'll Find A Way

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by diamondhana

Dean’s had enough of Sam beating himself up and not sleeping, so he decided to do something about it

Words: 617, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Alternate Bobby Singer (Supernatural: All Along the Watchtower)

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Depressed Sam Winchester, Caring Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is Sam Winchester’s Parent, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Self-Esteem Issues, Protective Dean Winchester, Light Wincest, Episode: s14e05 Nightmare Logic

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Neither of them know when it happens. They don’t have one of those kisses that you see on the silver screen, because fairytale endings were never meant for people like them, anyway. They don’t murmur confessions to each other beneath starclad heavens.

They don’t talk about it when Dean stops collecting girls’ phone numbers in seedy bars, or when Sam’s hand finds Dean’s in the darkness of a drive between Dallas and Memphis – the silence isn’t heavy, or tense. It’s light and simple, and they smile a little at each other when their hands go slick with sweat after a while.

It’s just. It’s very easy, and they don’t talk about it.

They fall in love, and it’s very slow. It’s not dramatic, the way their brotherhood bleeds into something else: something that makes Dean say ‘yes’ when a motel clerk assumes a king-sized bed, that one night in Fayetteville.

Sam just holds his ground, and remains by Dean’s side; shoulder to shoulder, he takes the keys, and Dean looks at him and smiles: it’s beautiful, and it makes Sam’s heart leap in his chest.

He wants to feel that smile beneath his own mouth, and. And that’s when Sam kisses Dean, just a quick peck: the motel clerk raises an eyebrow, but Sam doesn’t care because Dean blinks up at him, stunned and happy, and the keys seem to burn in Sam’s hand.

They spend years falling in love, or maybe they spend years realizing that what they share is something that is soul-deep and unique, an unrivalled love, and when people ask them what they are, they don’t know what to say.

They look at each other, and they see their world. They kiss, and fall asleep curled around each other, and every new motel room feels like coming home because they’re together, and perhaps it doesn’t matter what they say they are.

Perhaps, it just matters that Sam knows what Dean’s lips feel like against his.

Perhaps this, what they have, is the one easy, simple thing they have.

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Happy 20th birthday to SCREAM and it’s OTP 📞😱🔪

PRINTS <3 

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Title: Playmate Author: JDL71 Artist: EMMATHESLAYER Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: Dark Fiction, Incest, Murder, Blood, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Character Death, Fighting, Hunting, Bottom Sam, Top Dean Summary: Sam and Dean admit their feelings for each other and decided to embrace their dark desires for each other and killing. Art: LJ   Story: Ao3