#izzyindefini

Did you take this? It's absolutely gorgeous!

I’m afraid not. I looked for a source, but that information was swallowed by the internet. Which happens sometimes, unfortunately. 

I did take an image of Otis that has a similar ambience. 

also melissa: *answers one (1) new ask before disappearing back into the ether*

please not sam

Yeah. I'm seriously feeling the need to re-evaluate my following list because everyone is angry about everything to the point where it's negatively affecting the way I personally watch the show and interact with fandom.

Seriously. I did a long-term cull during s11 and s12 when it was like being assaulted on all sides by people who just... hated everything, and it helped a lot. But now... damn. !girlhood and stanning are a real problem as someone who just wants to watch a story unfold. Big sigh.

I am reminded of a fic review Becky did for me, which included this wonderful, wonderful line that not enough people know how to take to heart:

The first time they go in the ocean, it catches them by surprise. How big the waves are, how salty the water is, how it seems to grab at them and pull them under. They’ve swam in lakes before, in rivers, but this isn’t anything like it. Dean thinks he’s drowning, gets back on the shore. Sam’s left standing there, looking back at his brother, not understanding why he’s leaving already. When Dean grabs a bottle and sits down, he goes and gets him.

You’re not giving up that easily. 

They walk in hand in hand, not because of any sentimental reason, not for support or strength, but because Sam’s pulling Dean back. He throws him in the ocean and Dean splutters, grabs Sam and makes him fall in, too. They struggle, but after that one big wave, the ocean is calmer. And so, they stay in a little longer. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Half an hour. Forty minutes, then an hour. They’re raisins when they get back up - salty raisins, the kind that nobody wants to eat. The towels feel so warm and soft around them when they finally get to sit down and open up the cooler: Dean throws his previous bottle back in, it’s way too hot now to drink, picks up a new one. He reaches out and tugs at Sam’s bun, grinning, then opens his bottle. Sam chuckles, shakes his head and looks back at the ocean - it reflects the bright sunlight, looks a deeper shade of blue than the sky above.

Thanks! ♥

Oh my gosh, though, this fandom is also incredibly lucky to have you and your amazing work in it, and your kind words mean so much! Mmmmm, though, Sam H/C. Perhaps I shall go and find some to celebrate the slow decay of my cells in the inevitable journey toward creaky joints.

i want this entire fic tattooed on my body and then etched on my gravestone when i die