one life, one story

Sitter här som den tråkiga badanka jag är och väntar på min alldeles egna Filip :)
Håller för övrigt på och tillverkar en haj-dödar-stol, om ni ville veta.
Måste borra lite hål och göra en bruksanvisning bara så är den klar!
Den är jätte fiffig, jag lovar. Ni behöver inte veta vad jag ska ha den till, haha.
Men jag kan säga att jag ska nog inte döda några hajar med den iaf ;)
Om det inte är så att jag måste bevisa att den fungerar,
men det har jag inte fått nån order om.
Det här kan vara det bästa jag nånsin gett mig in på IHIHI.

Misha Collins är min Gud.
Okej, bokstavligen: Han är faktiskt min Gud, för tillfället iaf eftersom det är han som ger mig order som jag ska lyda. Han är för tillfället Gud över alla ........:are oss och vi är hans "puppets". Det här är början till något nytt. Det här är vår framtid. Det här är ........ !! (om jag skriver det jag ville skriva så kanske jag hade blivit bannlyst. this is kinda secret for the moment)






Sen har vi ju hans karaktär Castiel, som faktiskt också är Gud nu..
Elr ja, det är lite osäkert just nu, men han var det för en stund iaf :)

Insåg just att de två senaste av mina inlägg båda handlar om orgasmer..
På tal om det har jag haft väldigt konstiga drömmar på sistone.. Nej men xD

Btw, jag kommer få nått slags vykort av Misha Collins för att jag donera pengar till en grej. Hjälpte honom att komma med i Guiness World Records med nått konstigt, haha. (Ja, jag berättade det där för att jag inte har nått annat att skriva om och för att det här inlägget skulle innehålla något mer än två värdelösa meningar OCH för att ni ska få annat att tänka på än mina orgasm-drömmar!)
Vill egentligen skriva om vad jag gjort de senaste dagarna, veckorna, månaderna och åren men det har ju inte hänt ett skit i stort sett så det blir inge av ;)
Aja, vi hörs!

And in case I don't see you: Good afternoon, good evening and goodnight!

Misha alltså.. Varför är jag inte förvånad? Hahaha :D




För övrigt ska jag snart lägga upp lite teckningar och skit som jag gjort!
Eller ja, en åtminstone xD   måste bara få hjälp med scannern först.

There is no place like home

 Dean had been more worried than ever since Sam started to remember everything that happened. He'd been there too and he knew how terrible it was, though the word “terrible” wasn't enough to describe that pain and suffering he went through down there. For five whole years he got ripped in pieces every day, until the sixth year when he started to torture instead of being tortured. He wasn't really there for six years, only six month, but months on earth are years in Hell. There wasn't one day that went by when he didn't think about it, yet he knew that Sam went through worse pain that he did. Thinking of that even made him cry sometimes and it took a lot of shit to see Dean Winchester release a single tear drop. Sam was his biggest weakness. They were each others' biggest weaknesses and that was something every enemy they faced used against them.

 He parked the Impala among all the other cars on Bobby's yard, then he went inside where Sam stood with his hands resting on his waist. Bobby sat by his desk as always, looking through a bunch of papers and books to find something useful for them.
  “Found something interesting?” Dean said while walking against the fridge, looking for some beer.
  “Maybe...” Bobby mumbled.
Sam just looked at him and shrugged his shoulders.
  Dean found a beer (which wasn't a surprise, since it was Bobby's fridge), so he took it and walked slowly towards the others. Then he leaned against the wall and looked at Sam as he was about to blame him.
  “You saw him again, didn't you..? Lucifer.” He said.
Sam looked at his brother, seemed kind of worried.
  “Yes, I did, at the library. Dean, you don't need to worry about that. This time I didn't even talk to him, because I know he's not real. Like I've said a hundred times: I know the difference between Hell and reality.”
  “I don't blame you, Sammy. I just want you to be careful. Maybe he's stronger than we think, even if he just exists in your head. Especially when he's in your head, cause' you never know what's going on in there.” He did it as always, turned seriousness into joke. That was something Dean was good at, trying to cheer up people without succession.
  “I might have found something.” Both of the brothers looked at Bobby, who kept talking.
  “Well, this was something new... In case Sam haven't told you, we found that there were other families missing.” He looked at Dean and Dean looked at Sam who excused himself.
  “I forgot to mention that.”
  “Well... The locations of the houses where all the families lived turns out as some sort of patter. Looks like a flash.” Bobby started to look curious and kept talking, “I've never seen anything like this... Could be something big going down.”
  “Call sheriff Mills and tell her that Sam and I are on our way. We should go there and check her neighbours' house.” Dean said while taking a few steps towards the others.
  “I'll call her.” Bobby answered.
  “Great.” Dean took a sip of the beer and then hit Sam lightly on his arm, “Let's go.”
  “Right, see you Bobby.” Sam said urgent and ran after his brother.


  And there they were again - in the car, the two Winchester-brothers. Dean drove as always, Sam in the passenger seat. Sometimes they just talked about nothing, sometimes about something important and sometimes they started to argue. A few times they could laugh and sing together. The car was their home and no matter how many times it broke, Dean fixed it some way or another. It wasn't just any car for him. That car was like a family member and it also had many scars from some great memories, both old and new ones. When he and Sam were young they used to play in the car and one time, Sam laid a little army man in the ashtray. That toy is still stuck there. Dean pushed some Lego pieces down into the vents, you can still hear them rattle. Every time he fixes the car, he let those things stay. Because those were the things that made the car really theirs. They made it their home, since they didn't have a house or even a cabin to live in.
  But the car wasn't their only home. The two brothers always had each other and if one of them disappeared in some way, the other did anything in the world to bring him back. Those brothers loved each other more than they wanted to admit and without the other, they didn't even bother to keep hunting. That brother-love made a band between Sam and Dean and it also created a safety around them. They became each others' home.

Minnen.. Det är nog det som skadar mig mer än allt annat. Vissa saker vill man bara glömma bort, trots att det är bland det bästa som hänt en, för man känner det där suget att man vill tillbaka dit till den stunden. Men man vet att det inte är möljigt och man vet att man aldrig kommer få uppleva det igen, vilket tar kål på mig.