WHEN THE DAYS ARE COLD,
AND THE CARDS ALL FOLD,
AND THE SAINTS WE SEE ARE ALL MADE OF GOLD,
WHEN YOUR DREAMS ALL FAIL,
AND THE ONES WE HAIL ARE THE WORST OF ALL,
AND THE BLOODS RUN STALE,
I WANNA HIDE THE TRUTH,
I WANNA SHELTER YOU,
BUT WITH THE BEAST INSIDE THERE’S NOWHERE WE CAN HIDE,
NO MATTER WHAT WE BREED WE STILL ARE MADE OF GREED
THIS IS MY KINGDOM COME
THIS IS MY KINGDOM COME.
WHEN YOU FEEL MY HEAT
LOOK INTO MY EYES
IT’S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE
IT’S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE
DON’T GET TO CLOSE IT’S DARK INSIDE
IT’S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE
IT’S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE
CURTAIN’S CALL IS THE LAST OF ALL
WHEN THE LIGHTS FADE OUT AND THE SINNERS CRAWL
SO THEY DUG YOUR GRAVE AND THE MASQUERADE
WILL COME CALLING OUT AT THE MESS YOU’VE MADE
DON’T WANNA LET YOU DOWN
BUT I AM HELL BOUND
THOUGH THIS IS ALL FOR YOU DON’T WANNA HIDE THE TRUTH
NO MATTER WHAT WE BREED WE STILL ARE MADE OF GREED
THIS IS MY KINGDOM COME THIS IS MY KINGDOM COME
WHEN YOU FEEL MY HEAT LOOK INTO MY EYES
IT’S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE IT’S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE
DON’T GET TO CLOSE IT’S DARK INSIDE
IT’S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE, IT’S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE
THEY SAY IT’S WHAT YOU MAKE I SAY IT’S UP TO FATE
IT’S WOVEN IN MY SOUL I NEED TO LET YOU GO
YOUR EYES THEY SHINE SO BRIGHT
I WANNA SAVE THAT LIGHT
I CAN’T ESCAPE THIS NOW, UNLESS YOU SHOW ME HOW
WHEN YOU FEEL MY HEAT LOOK INTO MY EYES
IT’S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE, IT’S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE
DON’T GET TO CLOSE, IT’S DARK INSIDE
IT’S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE
IT’S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE
i swear i should have been in fucking bed sleeping for work tomorrow….someone better fucking appreciate my madness.
no but now you can’t convince me they didn’t write this song med Supernatural in mind
JUST IN TIME.
JUST IN TIME FANDOM.
ALWAYS REBLOG ON TUESDAY
IT’S A LAW
EVERY.SINGLE.TUESDAY.
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awww my poor baby ;___;
Dean & Cas: A 1000 Times (Sara Bareilles) by Melissa Swanson
OKAY, people. Watch. This. Fucking. Vid. Once it hits the chorus, I- just. I never even heard this song before, okay? But that first line of the chorus, the lead up into it, just- I literally burst into tears. It’s fucking perfect.
I can’t. Just. No. Just watch.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
On my computer, there is a folder…
No Shame
“I’m just saying,” pouted Sherlock, “that I think the dragon was misunderstood.”
“Really?” said John. “All of the things that you could attack about that movie, and you’re going to defend the villain?”
“He’s a dragon, John. He wanted some gold. It’s just his nature.”
"Sherlock, dragons aren’t real, you know.”
Sherlock scowled. “I know that.”
“I didn’t know if maybe you deleted it along with the solar system.”
“You know, you dragged me to see that stupid movie, you shouldn’t complain now that I have opinions about it.” Sherlock flopped onto the sofa, full sulk mode engaged.
"I’m sorry,” said John. “You’re right. I’m glad you identified with somebody in the movie.” John paused. “Even if it was the evil dragon.”
Sherlock huffed and turned his back on John.
John, chuckling, left him to his sulk.
***
“I am not alone,” proclaimed Sherlock, leaping onto John’s bed.
John, startled out of sleep, said, “What?”
Sherlock shoved his laptop into John’s face, too close for John to focus on, especially in his bleary-eyed state. “I. Am not. Alone.”
“No,” said John, closing his eyes and turning over. “You’re not. You’re with me.”
Sherlock sprawled across John’s midsection so that he could stay on the side of John’s body that would put him in eyesight if John opened his eyes. “No. I mean about the dragon.”
“The dragon?” John echoed.
“From the movie! Oh, my God, John, that was your bloody movie that you wanted to see.”
"Yes, and I saw it, and I’m fine with not thinking about it in the middle of the night.”
“I went on the Internet,” continued Sherlock, as if John hadn’t spoken, “and there are lots of people who agree with me about the dragon.”
John gave up and opened his eyes and looked at Sherlock. “Are you seriously going to wake me up to talk to me about how you’re right in your defense of a fictional dragon?”
Sherlock considered. “Yes,” he decided.
“You have absolutely no shame,” remarked John.
“No,” Sherlock agreed, and once again shoved his laptop too close in John’s face. “See, dragons aren’t greedy, John, not really, they can’t help it.”
"They’re just addicted to gold?” asked John, dryly.
“No. Well, unless human beings are addicted to sofas.”
“What are you talking about?”
“We could live without comfortable seating, sure, but why would you want to?”
"If I had to massacre whole villages to get a comfy chair, then I think I might learn to live without comfy chairs.”
Sherlock groaned in despair and rolled off of John—which was good, because he’d been getting heavy—and wriggled onto his back on the mattress next to him. “You’re thinking like a human. You’ve got to think like a dragon.”
“Sherlock, there’s no such thing as—”
“It would be tough to be a dragon. They’re really big and scaly and they’ve got massive teeth and then they breathe fire. Humans aren’t going to want to be friends with them. Even if they were a nice dragon. It’s lonely being a dragon. So they find something that makes them feel less lonely. The dwarves all had each other, they were the greedy ones.”
John looked across at Sherlock’s profile. He thought maybe Sherlock knew something about loneliness and the things you did, desperately, to keep it at bay. “You’re absolutely mad.”
Sherlock made a dismissive sound in the direction of the ceiling.
"But maybe you have a point.”
Sherlock looked at him in absolute delight. John could see it even in the dimness of the bedroom. “See? I’m right.”
“I said that you have a point. I’m not entirely sure you’re right. I feel like that dragon could have made friends. He had a pretty sexy voice.”
“Their world didn’t have telephones, John,” said Sherlock, scathingly.
John grinned at him. “I love how seriously you take fiction.”
"What is the point of subjecting yourself to something like that if you’re not going to take it seriously?”
"I’m gonna get you hooked on Eastenders. I can’t wait to hear your rants about that.”
“Don’t you think it’s bad enough you made me watch the poor, lonely dragon?”
“I didn’t think you were going to get sad about the dragon. Sorry about that.”
Sherlock made a sound halfway between I didn’t get sad about him and thank you for realizing I’m sad about him.
“For what it’s worth,” John said, and rolled on top of him. “I’d let you desolate me anytime you like.”
“You know how much I hate it when you use euphemisms,” Sherlock frowned up at him.
“Fine. Get your laptop out of this bed and shag me through the mattress.”
“Better,” said Sherlock.
“Good dragon,” said John, and kissed the tip of his nose.
“Idiot,” grumbled Sherlock. But when he flipped John over, he growled at him playfully.
And John laughed, and Sherlock kissed him.