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You Never Listened To Me, Anyway.You're a mess.
You think you're heaven sent.
I don't even see why I try with you.
I go and go and go.
I try, try, try.
I try to tell you that what you're doing is wrong, but you're deaf to my words.
You're blinded with your own lies.
The only think that works is your mouth that's filled with sin and sharp, unforgiving words.
You used to be so kind, so funny.
You have a good life; much better than everyone you know.
Yet you don't deserve it.
You never deserved it.
All you deserve is loneliness.
You deserve to be put in a white room, and think about the pain you caused.
You need to open your ears and hear the cries of the ones you killed inside.
Why must you hurt the innocent, you slime?
Why must you smile and fool the strangers?
You may look nice outside, but you're an ugly little toad inside.
Why must be so proud of yourself.
So proud that you can stomp on everyone like they're nothing.
Oh, if only your parents knew...
If only the world knew how terrible
Different (Wincest Drabble)
Dean was different.
Not the bad kind of different, just…different.
Sam started to notice that his personality changed from sarcastic to shy, rough to gentle, even secluded to as open as a door.
Now, Sam wasn't saying these were bad things; he actually liked how Dean would openly talk about his problems, always compliment how nice Sam looked or how smart he was, how Dean would draw beautiful pictures and make jokes that Sam liked. He even loved that Dean was scared of silly things, and Sam could hug him and gently whisper pretty words in his ear. But the way Dean acted around other people is what got Sam the most.
Whenever they had to go out on a case or anything else of the sort, Dean would try to cover himself up so no skin would show, no matter how hot.
At first, Sam questioned this behavior, but when he realized that Dean was self conscious, he would whisper compliments into Dean's ear or leave random sticky notes around the house for Dean, saying th
:Request/Gift/Collab(?): Doctor DinoThe Doctor let out a low growl, looking up into the bright Earth sun.
"Ugh..." He mutter-growled, stomping slowly to the tiny-in-comparison TARDIS.
Plopping down on his large rump, he let out a weak roar.
"I'm hungry. And b-bored." He thought aloud, and a TARDIS responded.
"Then why don't you save some humans?"
"Because I don't. Save. Humans." He stumbled on the words and got them out slowly.
"I-I eat them. For..lunch."
The Doctor, being a dinosaur, had a hard time with human language. In fact, he preferred roaring over speaking.
"O-kay...then time travel."
"If I put..m-my toe in. You. I'd..cr-crush you."
He chomped at a tree, remembering something stupid.
"Remember when. We were put. On teams, and t-he...teams were c-called Tea....m Kiwi. And Team Pineapple? That w-was weird."
He shifted, moving his leg.
"You. Can't play those g-games with such tiny armsss..."
After a while of just sitting around, he heard a loud, dangerous roar.
"Oh, bi-blimey." He whispered (as much as a dinosaur
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