Meg ran a tight ship, and they all knew it. None of them dared look twice at her because she had a rule. She knew none of them would respect her once they saw her ass up and bent over a barrel. And then he came aboard. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Too clean clothes and a fresh from land naivete that begged for corruption. The first time she invited him to her cabin, she wore her most impressive captain's coat and hat as she welcomed him aboard. The second time, she wore nothing at all.
his eyes are actually golden what the ever living fuck
i dont even know anymore
he changed so much since he started doing meth
make me choose between two things
iangallger and suits asked:
jesse pinkmanor dean winchester?
that would take forever
don’t worry. He’s got forever.
I’m laughing way more than I should be