you guys thought the cliffhanger on the great game was bad
just imagine what the inevitable one at the end of the reichenbach fall is going to be like
What do you think the United States Postal Service ships, though?
- Thanksgiving/Veteran’s Day?
- Valentine’s Day/Halloween? (super kinky!)
- Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa? (OT3?)
- Father’s Day/Mother’s Day? (the boringest of the holiday ships)
- Stopping because it’s scarily obvious that Tumblr has corrupted my mind.
What are you talking about
Father’s Day/Mother’s Day is canon.
Valentine’s Day/Halloween is canon, come on, just think about it
I bet it’s the only ship in which role playing is mandatory
Is it sad that I actually thought some of these things when I saw this sticker while standing in line to mail a package?
Thanksgiving/Christmas but it’s actually a love triangle because Christmas and New Years have this sexual tension going on, but it’s really just physical and everyone knows in the end Thankmas will be ultimately canon. (Spoiler alert: New Years and St. Patrick’s Day end up adopting a baby in season 4 and become the cutest gay couple ever!)
Reblogging again because ^THAT made my evening. XD
Oh the Holidays will never be the same…
“Admit it,” Destiel sneers. “You’re just mad because I’m so popular. You were the big man on campus for four years, but now that there’s some competition you can’t handle the heat.”
“Competition?” Wincest laughs derisively. “Don’t flatter yourself, hotshot. Your entire ship is based on a handful of scenes and a couple catchphrases. The entire show is built on my ship, not to mention twenty-two years of pre-series canon.”
“They’re brothers, you sick fuck!” Destiel shouts. “Would you fuck your own brother?”
“I do fuck my own brother!” Wincest snaps, his anger flaring up dangerously.
They’re face to face, mere inches apart. Wincest doesn’t know when he pinned Destiel to the wall, but his hands are gripping the other’s wrists tightly. The bones feel surprisingly delicate in Wincest’s rough hands, and he feels the smaller ship’s pulse flutter against his fingertips.
“Let go of me,” Destiel hisses.
Wincest just pushes in closer, until their hips are pressed together. His lips curve in a predatory smile at the feel of Destiel’s arousal hardening against his thigh.
“You like this, kiddo?” Wincest demands. “Being held down by a sick fuck?”
“Get off me!” Destiel yells, struggling to loose Wincest’s hold. But he only succeeds in getting his knee between Wincest’s legs, his frantic movements causing their limbs to tangle together even further.
Wincest’s grin widens, and he rolls his hips deliberately. It draws an involuntary whimper out of Destiel, who flushes red and freezes at once.
“Yeah,” Wincest purrs. “You like this.”
“Don’t,” Destiel says feebly, but he’s tilting his face up unconsciously, inviting.
Wincest lets out a low growl and ducks down to nip at the curve of Destiel’s neck, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin and marking him up. Destiel shivers beneath him, momentarily acquiescing.
“Why don’t I teach you a thing or two about profound bonds?” Wincest murmurs.
(…I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU GUYS. BLAME THIS POST FOR PUTTING THE IDEA IN MY HEAD. LOLOL I’M GOING TO REGRET THIS IN THE MORNING.)
So this happened.
WHAT IS AIR