~You know me, you know why~

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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You… You break me, like glass, with words and touches, with breaths on my skin and your lips ghosting over mine. You mend me, over and over, every minute, every day.  You’re everywhere: in the half formed thoughts before waking up, in the void, dark places of my soul, in the smell of leather and fire. You’re everything: my first word, my first friend, my brother, father, lover and blood, my anchor to sanity, my oxygen when my lungs burn. You’re my dreamless, peaceful nights and the tears that come with nightmares. You’re my protector, my victim and savior You end and I begin: blood, soul, heartbeats and breaths as one. I end you begin…tangled up in each other, no end in sight unless it’s with each other. You breathe, next to me, at nights, when it’s dark and I can taste you and ashes and blood and it’s home.  You bruise my skin, marks I treasure, making me real, solid, *here* in the heartbeats gone mad, in the flowing of blood that makes everything, every color more vivid You bring me peace, you damn me, with every thrust and pull, with every bite, when our sweat mingle, cooling off on our bodies as thin sheets scratch my back and the darkness isn’t but a comfortin weight. You are a mark on my skin: protection and reminder, a scar on my hand, cornerstone of everything that matters. You. My brother. My flesh, my blood…my soul. 

You…

You break me, like glass, with words and touches, with breaths on my skin and your lips ghosting over mine.

You mend me, over and over, every minute, every day. 

You’re everywhere: in the half formed thoughts before waking up, in the void, dark places of my soul, in the smell of leather and fire.

You’re everything: my first word, my first friend, my brother, father, lover and blood, my anchor to sanity, my oxygen when my lungs burn.

You’re my dreamless, peaceful nights and the tears that come with nightmares.

You’re my protector, my victim and savior

You end and I begin: blood, soul, heartbeats and breaths as one. I end you begin…tangled up in each other, no end in sight unless it’s with each other.

You breathe, next to me, at nights, when it’s dark and I can taste you and ashes and blood and it’s home. 

You bruise my skin, marks I treasure, making me real, solid, *here* in the heartbeats gone mad, in the flowing of blood that makes everything, every color more vivid

You bring me peace, you damn me, with every thrust and pull, with every bite, when our sweat mingle, cooling off on our bodies as thin sheets scratch my back and the darkness isn’t but a comfortin weight.

You are a mark on my skin: protection and reminder, a scar on my hand, cornerstone of everything that matters.

You.

My brother. My flesh, my blood…my soul. 

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