when someone says ‘toxic’ in chemistry
"i’m sad and idk how to feel better"
"i don’t know what to draw"
"i always mess up"
"BUT I SUCK"
Poison apple apple
Oh, right. The poison apple apple.
The poison apple that’s an apple.
The poison apple chosen especially to be an apple.
The apple’s poison apple.
That poison apple apple?
Pull the lever!
At the edge of the wolfswood, Bran turned in his basket for one last glimpse of the castle that had been his life. Wisps of smoke still rose into the grey sky, but no more than might have risen from Winterfell’s chimneys on a cold autumn afternoon. Soot stains marked some of the arrow loops, and here and there a crack or a missing merlon could be seen in the curtain wall, but it seemed little enough from this distance. Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all. The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I’m not dead either.
"Cas, baby, you OK?"
Cas squinted, looking at Dean with surprised confusion. Dean felt a blush rising steadily up his neck, creeping up onto his cheeks. He heard Sam chuckle next to him. His gaze dropped, he shifted awkwardly, opened his mouth and closed it again, swallowing hard - and his face was burning hotter and hotter with every agonizing second.
"Did you just call him -" Sam began, voice dripping with uncontainable amusement.
"I MEANT TO SAY ‘BUDDY’, OK?!"