There are reasons why I love certain people to an unhealthy degree. They’re usually connected to the people in question and very rarely self-serving, but once in a while I let my inner egoist out and sneak up to my beloved and ask all innocently, “Placebo – Protège moi = Dark Winchest, Dean PoV to be honest, no idea what the French says, but the English is pretty straight forward, yeah I see you skipping this one out of shire horror, even when I would deeply appreciate it.” It’s called passive-aggressive or some other psychological bullshit and in the end it’s the challenge that won’t get rejected around alphas, because you already said, it’s not your cup of tea, I know it –you know it – how about you prove me wrong on this one, love?
The point in my backstory here is – sometimes beloved ones blow up your mind and you’re reduced to a brainless thing that loses control over body functions among its jaw and it hits the keyboard and you suddenly understand too many explanation points in posts and drooling and getting hot in autumn in Germany, because you can hardly restrain yourself from pinning this person down and make wild passionate love to them while being completely under the influence of a – vidlet!
Yeah, see
charmax made Protège Moi and being beyond words and beyond hot and beyond anything I ever dreamed up for this song, it’s also sad and gives you death wishes and unhealthy love and where it leads and well, everything you ever wanted in a SPN vid and I can't get around the fact that these two boys praying in a church is something that breaks my heart everytime I seen this vid so far, which would be only - oh - thirty time now – There isn’t even anything remotely breakable around anymore and it still hurts – EVERY TIME! Go – download – watch – feel abused and dirty as sin afterwards and then a little bit horny, because man-angst does that to you… It’s your drug of choice and this is the best trip to get there and Charmax serves it colder than ice and hotter than hell and that's the reason why I love her beyond healthy and we're happy in our own special hell!
The point in my backstory here is – sometimes beloved ones blow up your mind and you’re reduced to a brainless thing that loses control over body functions among its jaw and it hits the keyboard and you suddenly understand too many explanation points in posts and drooling and getting hot in autumn in Germany, because you can hardly restrain yourself from pinning this person down and make wild passionate love to them while being completely under the influence of a – vidlet!
Yeah, see
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I just froze - no two ways about it - I sat there and muttered to myself, 'oh no, she didn't!' during the first five views. Sam was so clearly the one holding Dean’s bits and pieces together and I didn’t expect that in a million years that you would go down that road and you did and my mouth couldn’t seem to shut and my head didn’t stop shaking in denial. Because Broken!Dean was a concept I maybe crave in fics, but this was beyond anything I thought could have been done with the source. It just made the statement so clear, ‘I know I want him and I gonna make damn sure that I get killed before I make a wrong move in that direction!’ Which YAY and DARK and OH FUCK! *pets Protége Moi*
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The epidemic that spreads (L'épidémie qui s'étend)
The party's over (La fête est finie)
We go down... (On descend)
The thoughts that freeze reason (Les pensées qui glacent la raison)
To guard those gray faces (Pour garder ces visages gris)
Our life's ghosts emerge (Surgissent les fantômes de notre vie)
We open the gate's lock (On ouvre le loquet de la grille)
To the slum we call home (Du taudis qu'on appelle maison)
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me... (4 times)
Protect Me (Protège Moi)
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That's pretty much it
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