sasquatchandleatherjacket
sasquatchandleatherjacket
one leather jacket, one sasquatch
ann. 42. supernatural. sam&dean. j2. wincest. multishipping. generally spn positive, but occasional #wank. happy to chat. i make gifs. i follow as largoindminor.
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Jared Padalecki for Men’s Health Magazine (x)
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How do y'all pronounce Spn? Do you see it and translate it to supernatural? Or do you sound it out phonetically? ss-pnn? OR do you say the letters, like ess-pee-en.
The correct answer is to mentally translate it to the full word, but I'm curious as to how many of you say it wrong
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the thing is, i think horror needs to have a little love. it needs to have an obsession. does the parasite in your body love you? it raises you from the dead, it sustains you. this is its body. this is your body. does the haunted house feel intruded upon? is it hungry? what is hatred but adoration?
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can we address how dean could never have been a top
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because your misery’s the whole point. it’s too much fun to watch.
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he leaves his box of pop tarts on top of your fridge, you notice it a few days later. without thinking you pick it up and bring it to your nose, like it would somehow smell like anything other than cardboard and artificial blueberry flavoring. you call yourself an idiot, you finish doing the dishes, life goes on.
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you’re 18 and waiting for calc recitation to start. your ta walks in and you recognize him from a get together your resident advisor had a few nights earlier. he sees you and smiles, it was his first time teaching and he was nervous, he was relieved to see a familiar face in the class.
the first time he kisses you, you are talking about going to a dance on campus, a waltz that happens every fall. he doesn’t want to go, isn’t much of a dancer. a week or two later you catch a rerun of a simpson’s episode, lisa’s date with destiny. “this oughtta shut her up,” is what nelson thinks to himself right before kissing lisa. you laugh and poke his ribs, he smiles back and says, “hey, that wasn’t the only reason I kissed you.”
you fall in love. he graduates but gets a job in the same city. you get an apartment together and you think maybe he’s the one. but you’re young and he’s young and you’re both stupid and unprepared for life. you go through some awful family stuff and it’s the 90s so it’s not like anyone’s really in therapy. you self medicate with booze and risky behavior. you’re burdensome and hard to love and sometimes you see it, the fondness draining from his eyes.
4 years after calc class you decide. it’s either part as friends now, or as bitter exes later. you choose friendship. you move away.
which works. kind of. you both move on. you keep in touch. you visit and hang out and manage to avoid digging up the past. well, you manage for a while. one night you watch a movie, the wedding singer maybe? some dumb sappy rom com that you both inexplicably adore, and things start to get complicated. but hey, you’re both single and what’s wrong with a little friends with benefits action?
except you’re not friends. stuck somewhere between “more than friends” and “everything you ever wanted”. it hurts, deep in your chest so much that sometimes you lie next to him at night and cry. he doesn’t notice, or pretends not to, which is fine because saying anything would be so much worse than silence.
you go back and forth. you decide it’s over, no more stringing this thing along, back to being just friends. you mourn this almost relationship again and you move on. again. and that works for a while. for a while.
so he visits you. and you give in because the world is crazy and god damnit you deserve some comfort, some connection. and you cry, and you twirl his soft too-long hair around your fingers, and you taste his breath- toothpaste over lingering garlic bread from dinner, and you fall asleep holding each other, and you cry.
he leaves because he was always going to leave. and you’re stuck knowing that you can love someone- really love them- for years, for decades, but it’s still not going to be enough. you’re never going to be enough. and that’s a real mother fucking drag.
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Shoutout to Dean Winchester who made out with the god of destruction then deduced she only felt attracted to him because she missed her brother. Like he was right but go king give Freud everything!
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sam is…he’s got a lot going on
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Personal favourite Dean outfits
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you’re 18 and waiting for calc recitation to start. your ta walks in and you recognize him from a get together your resident advisor had a few nights earlier. he sees you and smiles, it was his first time teaching and he was nervous, he was relieved to see a familiar face in the class.
the first time he kisses you, you are talking about going to a dance on campus, a waltz that happens every fall. he doesn’t want to go, isn’t much of a dancer. a week or two later you catch a rerun of a simpson’s episode, lisa’s date with destiny. “this oughtta shut her up,” is what nelson thinks to himself right before kissing lisa. you laugh and poke his ribs, he smiles back and says, “hey, that wasn’t the only reason I kissed you.”
you fall in love. he graduates but gets a job in the same city. you get an apartment together and you think maybe he’s the one. but you’re young and he’s young and you’re both stupid and unprepared for life. you go through some awful family stuff and it’s the 90s so it’s not like anyone’s really in therapy. you self medicate with booze and risky behavior. you’re burdensome and hard to love and sometimes you see it, the fondness draining from his eyes.
4 years after calc class you decide. it’s either part as friends now, or as bitter exes later. you choose friendship. you move away.
which works. kind of. you both move on. you keep in touch. you visit and hang out and manage to avoid digging up the past. well, you manage for a while. one night you watch a movie, the wedding singer maybe? some dumb sappy rom com that you both inexplicably adore, and things start to get complicated. but hey, you’re both single and what’s wrong with a little friends with benefits action?
except you’re not friends. stuck somewhere between “more than friends” and “everything you ever wanted”. it hurts, deep in your chest so much that sometimes you lie next to him at night and cry. he doesn’t notice, or pretends not to, which is fine because saying anything would be so much worse than silence.
you go back and forth. you decide it’s over, no more stringing this thing along, back to being just friends. you mourn this almost relationship again and you move on. again. and that works for a while. for a while.
so he visits you. and you give in because the world is crazy and god damnit you deserve some comfort, some connection. and you cry, and you twirl his soft too-long hair around your fingers, and you taste his breath- toothpaste over lingering garlic bread from dinner, and you fall asleep holding each other, and you cry.
he leaves because he was always going to leave. and you’re stuck knowing that you can love someone- really love them- for years, for decades, but it’s still not going to be enough. you’re never going to be enough. and that’s a real mother fucking drag.
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i forgot how bad it feels to let you in and then let you go.
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it’s amazing because season 9 cas and crowley both wanna fuck dean so badly and then by the start of next season crowley DOES and cas just has to live with that
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want to sit by the sea with someone and not think
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