don't doubt, darling. you are precious, precious, precious to him.

weecest y'all. it's a noun, it's a verb, some days it's the street that i live on and the city i live in and my general state of mind. i was talking with some folks, then homo_pink pointed out that it was 'feeling weecest as fuck up in here today' and mais_fica made a fortune cookie, tebtosca posted a photo and then dollylux said that she might die, cherie_morte was threatening to eat everybody, and so i was thus compelled to dig out my folder of weecesty stuff that i sometimes leaf through when looking for inspiration, and ahoy! picspam! cut text courtesy of gekizetsu, of course. a link to a very not work safe image at the end--fair warning!


a very important ETA: tebtosca the Terrible (tm) suggested that (if you want) we should link some of our favorite weecest fics that we've written, sorta like a 'this is how i think it went down the first time' in the comments, and she has some of the Very Best Ideas (also tm), so make merry folks.  old, new, it doesn't matter.  don't be shy! i'll show you mine if you show me yours.  let's have a weecest fest!

( I’m not supposed to want this, Dean said. Before Sam could say anything, he added, But I do. You, every good, bright, fucked-up minute of you. )