Tag: AHHH

clracomalfoy:

my fave thing is when draco always teases harry like “you smell like a you’re still in middle school potter honestly get some new cologne”

and harry tries to get new cologne and malfoy scrunches his nose and shakes his head and says “that’s worse! did you steal that cologne from weasley ew”

and harrys like “im gonna smell so good fuck that guy” and steals a vial of amortentia out of the potions classroom and he rubs it all over himself

and everyone around him is asking what cologne he’s wearing and sniffing the heck out of him but harry walks straight up to malfoy and asks how he smells today

and he goes “you still smell exactly the same what is it”

and harry looks confused at first

and then

oh

wordsinhaled:

now i’m thinking about an au where dean does kill sam in “brother’s keeper,” and sam’s ghost haunts that restaurant forever after

sam can never rest because he can’t be certain his brother is okay wherever death sent him 

but sam’s spirit is so strong, and people, all sorts of people who drive by on the highway or live in a 10 mile radius or come because of hearsay, are drawn to that place. they can’t explain what it makes them feel, being there – it’s not a bad feeling exactly, more like heartache or a resigned, steadfast kind of solitude. it makes them want to call up their family members they’ve been estranged from for years or just haven’t talked to in a few hours. it makes them want to talk – to open up – so they do, speaking to nothing but thin air in an empty room, and yet, still feeling comforted 

soon people start to leave letters; to whom, they don’t know. they fill that abandoned place with notes and messages on scraps of paper, on the walls in marker or paint, telling their secrets, sharing parts of themselves and leaving unburdened 

the ghost that haunts the place is an urban legend. no one can pin down what exactly brought the ghost there, or what caused its demise. it’s all shrouded in mystery but there’s a lot of emotion around there, that’s for sure

a few years later the restaurant makes a list of most haunted locales – not because of anything sinister or terrifying occurring there, but because people just can’t explain the bittersweet aura of the place, or what attracts them there, or why sometimes, they even come back more than once 

they say at night you can see someone sitting in the doorway of the restaurant under the awning – a tall man, dressed in plaid, reading all of his letters one by one

fuckthisshittbh-deactivated2015:

Dean has no clue, no clue at how fucked up Sam is. 
He’s so fed up of Sam and that frickin journal, taking after their old man. 
Dean catches Sam sometimes, cross legged on the motel floor, pen in one hand, scribbling away at the frail pages of the book.
Dean knows Sam isn’t writing, but drawing and he knows he shouldn’t look but he can’t help himself.

Sam will catch Dean looking at him, in the hall way of school, when he’s just out the shower, when he’s scribbling down every little thing that pops into his head. He’s screaming inside, wanting Dean to just rush him off his feet, to take him away from this thing they call ‘living’.  

Dean finally gets a clue when Sams fast asleep, hand resting lightly on his book, slowly, Dean slides it from his hand, his tongue pressed between the space in his teeth.
The drawings are…beautifully heartbreaking. They’re a call for help.
His drawings are screaming at Dean. 

“Gonna make it better, little brother” Dean whispers as lets the notebook slide down next to him. He brings his hand up to rest against his baby brothers hair.

“Gonna make it better”