anyway so the first time sam’s birthday rolled around after he left for stanford dean bought and filled out a birthday card, either corner to corner or something simple like “happy birthday, bitch” or maybe he filled several out because none of them seemed to say the right thing. he even found sam’s address for the envelope and everything. but i think when he went to mail it he drove by the post office several times before parking the car at the gas station across the street, putting $20 on a pump (even tho he hadn’t driven much since he filled her tank the day before), and driving to some field to practice his shot for the rest of the day. he throws the card in some untouched compartment of his duffle and tries to forget about it. i think he does this every year but as time goes on he stops writing them with the intention of sending them, so the cards go from:
same energy as that buffy episode where the big bad ‘can’t be hurt by any weapon forged’ and she’s like ‘it’s been a 500 years are you sure’ and annihilates it with a fuckin M136 rocket launcher
19th century books will kill off a main character in one sentence and then spend 3 pages describing a street
the winding pavement had an unearthly chill lurking about it. the cobblestones were crooked and placed at random intervals, weathered by thousands of footsteps and years past over them. water pooled in a nearby gutter. the steady drip from the pipe exchoed through the empty alley. hubert was fucking stabbed. the sidewalk was cracked and old
looking at laz rising cas.. indescribable feelings
you are fucking tiny and you don’t even know that you’re going to fall in love with the man in front of you so hard that it defies the will of creation and changes the course of time and you are going to love humanity and the world so much that you’ll die for it again and again and you’re going to keep loving and loving so much that the son of the devil himself is going to see the good in you and choose you to protect him. youre gonna become the sweetest and cuntiest motherfucker in this world and you’re gonna be a gay man and you’re gonna be a father and you don’t even KNOW
