i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!
my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don't have anything to give you. you're not just gonna give it to me.
me: i would just give it to you.
my dad:
Soap makes a great body pillow for our special big stressed guy + Emotional Support Sergeant but make it sleeby times
*Dick crashes out while on patrol and beats someone within an inch of their life*
Bruce: Dick might be a little bit fragile after last night, so let’s try to be sensitive.
Jason: Oh, believe me- I am going to be nothing but nice to Dick from now on. If he snaps and goes on a rampage, who do you think he’s coming for first?
Bruce: He’s not going on a rampage.
Tim: I bet he’d let me live. He likes me.
Damian: I’m just gonna say it. I never trusted him.
"I wanna be like you when i grow up" "You wanna be better than me, Johnny"
How does Ghost see himself compared to Soap?
riley: [barking]
price: simon, please make riley stop
ghost: [starts barking too]
riley: [barks back]
ghost: he says he won't
price:
price: this base is a fucking nightmare
something something your friends howling with laughter when you send “john mactavish — the better john” back to the table he shares with a bunch of wide shouldered sorts with a careless “sorry, i prefer my “johns” with experience” after a cursory up-and-down over his body.
those same friends staring slack-jawed when an absolute bear of a man drops heavily into the seat opposite you with a “heard you like a john with experience, s’that right, sweetheart?”
meanwhile you’re staring at the grey hair in his beard and at his temples with something approaching stars in your eyes
What casual fans think SPN is about: fighting monsters
What real fans think SPN is about: free will and making your life yours
ao3 turns 15 today
reblog if youre older than ao3
(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)
John price has a needlessly big bed.
Something the rookies and others like to winge about. "What is it with Captains and higher up needing huge beds?"
Contrary to the rumours, John didn't feel he needed a huge bed for power reasons, or to feel important.
No he just valued his large bed because every night at least one of his team, if not all three other team members would crawl their way into his bed in the middle of the night.
And a single bed just really wouldn't fit 4 muscular tall military men.