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Hi, it's Nina and this is my corner of all things spn related, where I can - hoperfully - be free :)

Speaking of Supernatural: I'm a bi-bro, meaning I have an unhealthy love for both Dean and Sam Winchester: for me they're two halves of a whole, I love them equally (with a strength that scares me sometimes). I'm a Jensen girl, I've been since 2002, I love the guy something fierce!:)

This means that you will never see any bashing of the Winchesters in this blog and i tend to be quite opinionated when someone talk shit about them. Just a warning, guys!

Congratulations Supernatural ass kissers, I've said fuck it to my tolerance ways. If you don't agree UNFOLLOW, do me this favor

my msn contact: rubinaerodiade@hotmail.com

My AO3 account: http://archiveofourown.org/users/Nina36/works I'm in the process of moving all of my fics, from all the fandoms I've been in over there

My facebook profile: Nina Myspecialhell

What I love: music, writing, reading.

The tv shows: Supernatural, The X-Files, Law & Order: SVU, NCIS, 24, DR WHO

Movies: a shitload, I can't name them all

Music: see above.

I'm in my thirties, but I really don't feel my years. Sometimes I feel like I'm 15, other times like I'm 55...

I'm BI and single at the moment.

My OTPS: Mulder and Scully. Jack and Renee, Ziva and Gibbs, Dean and Sam, Amy/Eleven (shut up they belong together!)

J2 (pliz...no bashing!). I adore them, I ship them...deal with it!

oh...and WINCEST. Can't forget about that. I used to be on the fence, now I ship them harder than fedex with the burning intensity of a thousand suns.

I reblog a lot. I suck with photoshop, but I'm trying to learn.

Also...I comment. A lot. With tongue firmly planted in cheek. Deal with it;)

Just to make things clear, so that there are no mistakes: I DON'T LIKE CASTIEL. I DON'T LIKE DESTIEL. Got it? Ok.

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drunkgiraffeandganglyfox: Even now, especially now…Amy didn’t regret a second…she didn’t regret waiting in her garden all night, cold and sleepy, but with his voice in her heart, promising he would be back. She didn’t regret the way she had followed him, 14 years later: no questions, no doubts, just her heart and blood coming alive. Even now, as the air was thick around them, the ligths too bright and she could feel the universe collpasing around them…he was there. Her first friend, her imaginary friend, her confidante… The first man she had fallen in love with, the voice in her dreams, the man she sought with her eyes, everywhere…with a prayer, at night, for him to be back, to keep his promise. Even now, as he was dying - shut up! No! He can’t! He’s mine! - there was a smile for her, hundreds of years, lives lived, and that twinkle in his eyes that told her that somehow, somewhere, for some deity’s miracle, that man found her special. She had never noticed how warm his skin was, she had never noticed he smelled like home: hers and his…a place far away, that sometimes she could almost touch…taste and feel. The space betwee them was so little, and yet, for a moment she needed more. She needed to touch his forehead with hers, let him feel what she was feeling.  That was the moment where he would leave her, for good…and his eyes were pools of everything she had dreamt of in that brief moment. In that brief moment, as the universe was collapsing, realities were shattering he was, once again, everything to her: friend, confidante, lover, brother, soulmate. For a moment she lived his lives, in his eyes, and he lived hers…she felt him, down to her soul, hugging her tight, with the strength his body didn’t have any more. “Just Remember…” He said weakly. “and I’ll be there…” And it made sense, even if he was about to sacrifice himself for the universe. It made sense to Amy, because her life, her soul, her heart was connected to that mad man… Yet the tears came, as she felt the moment coming, and she hung onto every second, every minute, every hour…and as she closed her eyes, hours, years, realities later she’d hear his voice… “The doctor…and Amy Pond, and the day that never came”

drunkgiraffeandganglyfox:

Even now, especially now…Amy didn’t regret a second…she didn’t regret waiting in her garden all night, cold and sleepy, but with his voice in her heart, promising he would be back.

She didn’t regret the way she had followed him, 14 years later: no questions, no doubts, just her heart and blood coming alive.

Even now, as the air was thick around them, the ligths too bright and she could feel the universe collpasing around them…he was there.

Her first friend, her imaginary friend, her confidante…

The first man she had fallen in love with, the voice in her dreams, the man she sought with her eyes, everywhere…with a prayer, at night, for him to be back, to keep his promise.

Even now, as he was dying - shut up! No! He can’t! He’s mine! - there was a smile for her, hundreds of years, lives lived, and that twinkle in his eyes that told her that somehow, somewhere, for some deity’s miracle, that man found her special.

She had never noticed how warm his skin was, she had never noticed he smelled like home: hers and his…a place far away, that sometimes she could almost touch…taste and feel.

The space betwee them was so little, and yet, for a moment she needed more.

She needed to touch his forehead with hers, let him feel what she was feeling. 

That was the moment where he would leave her, for good…and his eyes were pools of everything she had dreamt of in that brief moment. In that brief moment, as the universe was collapsing, realities were shattering he was, once again, everything to her: friend, confidante, lover, brother, soulmate.

For a moment she lived his lives, in his eyes, and he lived hers…she felt him, down to her soul, hugging her tight, with the strength his body didn’t have any more.

“Just Remember…” He said weakly. “and I’ll be there…”

And it made sense, even if he was about to sacrifice himself for the universe.

It made sense to Amy, because her life, her soul, her heart was connected to that mad man…

Yet the tears came, as she felt the moment coming, and she hung onto every second, every minute, every hour…and as she closed her eyes, hours, years, realities later she’d hear his voice…

“The doctor…and Amy Pond, and the day that never came”

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