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they are gaining humanity

this idea (P growing long hair) was haunting me for too long

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KIRI THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!!!!! Everything is just *chefs kiss* 😙👌

P with white hair, Venigni, Pulcinella taking care of P.

My baby spring 🥺🥺

(This would infuriate Geppetto and that makes me happy 😈)

This is beautiful, 10/10 please feed me more ❤️

P is yet to learn what personal space is.

The actual reason why they sit like this is under the cut. You've been warned.

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Pinocchio has a thing for cats

With every mission Pinocchio gets sent on, he finds a cat of some kind. A tiny kitten, a feral adult, a grumpy elder. It doesn’t matter. He hears a mew or hiss of any kind, he brings the cat back to Hotel Krat. Spring has officially become a foster mum to dozens of cats.

The other members of the hotel don’t say anything. It’s too cute seeing Pinocchio surrounded by cats, all sounding like a motor boat as they circle the pretty puppet. He has his own cat army now.

Pinocchio constantly has a smile on his face when he’s with the cats, it makes everyone’s heart warm at the sight. Spring and Pinocchio still have the strongest bond out of all the cats though; Spring seems to almost have a smug air surrounding her when she interacts with the other cats. As if she knows she’s number one in Pinocchio’s heart and is rubbing it in the other cats faces.

Pinocchio has no idea. He’s just happy he’s surrounded by cats :)

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AHHHHHH THIS IS SO PRETTY ❤️❤️

routine maintenance

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I’m hyper-fixating on Lies of P. It’s insane. There’s barely any content for this gem of a game.

Look at my boy

LOOK AT HIM

He’s so pretty 😭😭😭

and this game has an interesting story. I’m consuming as many YouTube videos I can about this game. There’s barely any work here, AO3 OR TikTok. Pray for me y’all ❤️

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This made me giggle 🤭🤭🤭

“Most toxic side of the fandom” ??? girly I think you’re projecting

barn scene reactions

more finale reactions because they are great

I would really love to see their reactions when they learned Jensen was the one who suggested all the touching lol

I'm cleaning my pc so I'll keep posting stuff like this, I think everybody deserves to enjoy these aushaus

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Fanfiction in the late 2000s-early 2010s was wild bc you'd find a beautifully written story with the most compelling heart-wrenching plot you've ever seen and the author's note would be like:

Author with a username like ~SasukesWaifuxD~ : Ohayo gozaimasu! ↖(^▽^)↗, I'm sowwy it took me so long to update (๑•́_•̀๑)

tsundere twink from their fic : It was about damn time you idiot (눈‸눈)

~SasukesWaifuxD~ : Hey now! It's not my fault the plot bunnies kept wunning away fwom me (╥﹏╥)

tsundere twink: W-watever, it's not like I missed you or anything (💢,,>﹏<,,) b-baka!

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Can yall stop ignoring posts of palestinian’s fundraisers. All of my notifs and none of them are sharing these fundraisers. I dont care if you have an “aesthetic” or just want safe soft things on your blog, this is quite literally life or death. You dont get to stay in your own little bubble while a genocide is happening.

If you feel like explaining your reasons for not sharing fundraisers of people asking for help to survive you can keep that to yourself and people who agree with you. Ive seen what yall have to say and i understand where you’re coming from, but its still not excusable.

A lot of us have a big following on aesthetic or themed accounts. It would make a huge difference. You and your blog can cope. Ive seen people reasoning “i dont want negativity or politics here this is my safe space” on accounts you likely have the biggest following on and can reach the most people. The more people that see these fundraisers, the more likely they will get the money they need to survive.

If you arent in a headspace for it, at least come back to these posts later. Dont ignore them all together. If you frequently look through your blog, then scroll past your reblogs about palestine. You dont get a pass on helping people stay alive because you want to “protect yourself.” You can do both.

Social media is not always just an escape from your own life. It could change peoples lives if you didnt treat it like it is. Stop choosing to look the other way at every turn in the name of your own wellbeing. Genocide is bigger than you. You can do something.

If you have the means to donate and are afraid of being scammed, there are so many posts on how to tell if a fundraiser is a scam and explanations on how they are verified. You just need to look. Search key words and read. Read the long posts.

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If I was an angel in Supernatural I would’ve absolutely bonded myself to Sam. Any question, any prayer, any and every possible grain of a hint of him needing/wanting my assistance in any way… I’d be on speed dial. His beck and call.

He wouldn’t just be “Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood.”

He would’ve been my boy, and I would’ve cherished him.

(Fuck you John, Lucifer, all the people who s/a’d him, etc. I would’ve killed you without hesitation if I was his guardian angel. You’re lucky that ain’t possible.)

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I honestly, truly, 100% believe that for a relationship to work with either Winchester brother, you need to be just as much a freak as they are.

Wanna date Dean? You gotta love Sam. Understand that Sam is number one in Dean’s life. You gotta take care of Sammy, love him, nurture him, be there for him. Be the second pillar alongside Dean when things get rough.

Wanna date Sam? You gotta love Dean. You have to be a force of nature in taking care of Dean. Rough housing him into dingy motel bathrooms to take care of wounds from hunts. Sneak veggies into his meals. Remind him how great of a guy he is. Throw a box of condoms at his head to ensure he’s safe with all his hookups (unless Sammy is willing to share. Those two have always shared everything.)

You have to understand that you’ll never be number one in either of their lives. But if you understand them, and help them; you may just be tied with the other brother in each Winchester’s heart.

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i keep seeing this cut off but the preceding “yessiree” is vital to it imo

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Sam rides a motorcycle at Stanford since Dean has Baby.

Sam rides a motorcycle at Stanford since Dean has Baby.

Sam rides a motorcycle at Stanford since Dean has Baby.

Sam rides a motorcycle at Stanford since Dean has Baby.

Sam rides a motorcycle at Stanford since Dean has Baby.

Sam rides a motorcycle at Stanford since Dean— *gets 🔫*

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I’ve written time and time again about Sam being the pursuer. Now it’s Dean’s turn.

Dean who was taught at the ripe old age of 4 to, “keep Sammy safe.” “Look after Sammy.”

“Sammy is your number one priority.”

These are rules Dean hasn’t questioned that his father gave him. Never. Not once. Other rules and orders, there was always a niggle at the back of his mind; questioning his fathers leadership.

But never about Sammy.

Dean always took care of Sam to the best of his abilities, even if that meant he himself went hungry, or didn’t finish his own homework. Sam became number one in Dean’s life.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” Just constantly echoed in Dean’s head. Sammy is his priority, his responsibility, his little brother. His in all the ways that matters.

So when Sam starts going through puberty and finally starts paying attention to others rather than school, researching, and hunting; does Dean step in.

Dean admits it’s probably wrong, if not creepy what he’s doing; but it’s for Sammy’s own good. No one in this world can love Sammy as much as Dean does. Understand what he needs and what to give him.

Dean will always be Sam’s first. His first friend, first love, and first heartbreak. But Dean will always be there to pick up the pieces of Sam’s broken heart.

Sammy is His. Dad said so. His heart said so. His soul said so.

So as Sam grows and starts giving his own signals back to Dean, foxy eyes, pouty lips, and his own brand of jealousy when Dean flirts with girls, does Dean completely dive into the deep end and give Sam every whim and desire he asks for. No matter how filthy.

They’ve ruined each other.

They wouldn’t want it any other way.

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I swear they were extra freaky as leviathans like gah damn 😧😩

i can’t stop thinking about that one person’s post about leviathan sam and dean filming a sex tape and sending it out on the internet or something. i . i need a fic like that so bad oh my god.

that would be the best thing to do if they wanted to fuck samanddean up the most they could . imagine the thick tension during that car ride after they’d seen the footage. dean would most definitely just blast music so sam doesn’t even have the slightest chance to bring it up.

(ps. the leviathans def fucked NAESTYYYYYY. chains. whips. knives. guns. anything they can get their hands on. they’re totally into cnc)

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I’m… speechless. I literally went “WHAATTTT??? 😲” when I saw the notification. This is the first time someone’s been inspired by my rambles. I’m on a high right now, thank you ❤️❤️

inspired by @bitchface24-7 's post,

as I'm a "the boys" fan, I love Jensen's look in the show and now I've been introduced to supernatural I can't stop thinking about older man!dean and late teen!/young adult! sammy together

also dean having that hot american soldier boy voice cause I looove it

they go together so well mmmmmm

I just know he'd fuck sam so good

• last year of highschool sam who meets dean at a motel some friday nights where dean is just a romantic and then it devolves into hot, dirty sex

• OH OH sam egging him on - “you really fuck like an old man.” and dean fucking that brattiness out of him. “what was that bitch?” dean spits and grips sam's shaggy hair, not caring if it really hurt and speeds up his thrusts, sam focusing on heavy balls slapping against him, which turns him on even further.

• maybe dean letting go of his grasp in sam's hair and then just as sam rests his head down, he's suprised by dean wrapping his thick hand around sam's throat. squeezing and dean bends down, “now you listen to me, you whore.....”

• dean pays for the stay and asks to treat him to a fancy meal next weekend with the other accepts.

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Dean doing unspeakable things to ensure he and Sammy have enough money to survive.

TL;DR - Stripper Dean

John never leaves enough money for Dean and Sam to live comfortably. It’s always never enough. Not enough for food, gas, ammo, and paying for motels simultaneously. One is always too low, and it’s usually food.

Sammy’s started to look a bit gaunt, tired, and dishevelled. He’s just turned 17, but he looks closer to 15 in all honesty. It’s not healthy, it’s not right. So Deans gotta do something about that.

He starts dancing.

At a seedy, run-down, strip club. Deans only 21, is only now able to start drinking legally (as if that stopped him before) and he’s kinda pimping himself out for his little brother. He also knows he’s pretty. He knows he’s lean, packed with tight muscle due to all the training and fighting hunting needs. He’s got a pretty face.

His face is masculine, but feminine at the same time. He’s got a sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and a straight nose. But his eyes are big, green, and have full lashes. His lips are plump, full, and teasingly pink.

He knows he’s hot. He’s got amazing sex-appeal. Why not use it for his advantage?

Why not use it for Sammy’s advantage?

So he dances, and dances, and dances.

He wears less and less clothing. Now he’s only wearing a thong with tiny shorts, and a hearty pair of combat boots. He’s even been offered to hook for more cash. Let people use his cock and ass for more money.

He’s debating on doing it. He makes more than enough money dancing, but it’s always nice to have a little extra cash. More money for food, ammo, or gas. Or buying books/comics for Sammy. New clothes. Splurging on a pie.

Dean almost agrees, until Sammy stops him.

——————

Sam has been suspicious of Dean for a few weeks now. Where is Dean going at odd hours of the night? Where’s he getting this money? Why does he look so… melancholic when he comes back to Sam; as if disgusted with himself?

Sam doesn’t know, but he’s gonna find out.

——————

It’s on one random Thursday afternoon that Sam enacts his plan on following his brother. To see where he’s going.

Sam is astounded at what he finds as he leaves the cab. It’s a strip club called “The Lucky Devil.” No way Dean is just getting his rocks off almost every night. He’d be losing money, not making it.

So Sam goes inside, with his fake-ID and an appreciative look from the bouncer, he’s in.

It’s noisy in here. Flashing lights, fog machines scented with something sweet to mask the stench of sweat and sex. It’s headache inducing.

What really catches Sam’s eye is the dancer on the main stage. Wads of cash getting thrown at them. They’re tall, lean, and incredibly flexible. Sam feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. No! No getting distracted Sam! You’re looking for Dean!

It’s only when the Dancer stops spinning around the pole and pose does Sam recognize them. Sam first spots the anti-possession tattoo and his eyes widen. It’s when he sees the face of his older brother does his jaw drop.

Holy shit. Dean’s a stripper.

Sam is dumbfounded, planted to the ground and unable to move as he watches his older brother finish his routine. Sam’s mouth is dry as he unsuccessfully tries to moisten his lips. He feels like a deer caught in the headlights.

It’s only when he sees Dean be surrounded by customers does Sam move.

“You’re amazing up there.”

“Mind giving me a private show?”

“Wanna go to the back? Have a good time?”

That’s all Sam hears as he nears his brother. More and more offers to pimp himself out. Become someone’s personal dancer, arm candy, sex toy. You name it, Dean’s gotten offered it.

When an older man, slightly balding with a protruding stomach and incredibly greasy visage grabs onto Dean without his permission. Sam sees red.

Sam rushes over to Dean and pushes the disgusting man away. Putting an arm around Deans trim waist. His hand has a tight grip on Deans hip. Dean almost shoves Sam away with a curse until he truly notices who’s touching him.

It’s Sam. Sammy’s here. It wasn’t a mirage due to the lights and scented fog.

Sam’s here.

Sam saw him dancing.

Sam knows.

Oh.

Oh God…

Sam knows…

Deans almost in a trance as the greasy man and Sam argue.

“What’s the matter with you? Can’t you see I was busy talking with this pretty thing right here?” The greasy guy states as he licks his lips looking over at Dean. Dean wants to vomit. Sam wants to punch his lights out.

“Well this pretty thing isn’t interested in you. Take a hint.” Sam growls out as he pulls Dean closer into his side, actively shielding him from the leering man.

The man laughs, “He’s interested in everyone. He’ll do anything for a quick buck. Ain’t that right sugar?” He caresses Deans face with the back of his hand. Dean flinches away from the touch; and Sam snaps.

“I told you to keep your fucking hands to yourself! Next time you touch what’s mine, you won’t have hands.”

Sam’s tone is gruff, his jaw clenched as he uses his impressive height to frighten the man. The other patrons that were harassing Dean have long since vacated the area. They knew they would be no match for Sam.

This guy though…

This may be the first monster he kills that’s purely human.

Before anything else can happen, two massive bouncers come over to them and break up the altercation. One stays with Sam and greasy guy, the other escorts Dean to the back to change, get his stuff, and leave.

The minute Sam sees Dean back in his normal clothes with a duffel bag he’s never seen before, they leave the fine establishment known as the The Lucky Devil.

The walk to the impala is quiet, tense. The drive is even worse. Dean is white-knuckling the steering wheel, there’s no music playing, and Sam has no idea how to start the conversation.

They quickly make it to the motel. Dean fishing out the keys from his leather jacket as he opens the door. That’s when all hell breaks loose.

“What the hell was that Dean?” Sam questions. His voice quiet as he observes his older brother.

Dean scoffs as he removes his jacket to get comfortable, “What was what, Sammy?”

Sam tries his best not to roll his eyes, it’s a hard task, “You, at a strip club. Not as a patron but as a dancer. What were you thinking?!”

Deans back straightens at the incredulity in Sam’s voice. Oh no. Hell no. He’s not getting berated for doing what needs to be done.

Dean walks over to the duffel bag he brings to the club and gets out a multitude of envelopes. Shoving them into Sam’s chest as he looks on at Dean in confusion.

“I’m doing what needs to be done Sammy,” Dean starts as he huffs in anger, “take a good look in the envelopes before you start bitching at me.”

Sam complies and opens up the envelopes. Wads upon wads of cash overflow the paper. It’s gotta be at least $1000. Sam’s eyes widen.

“Holy shit Dean.”

Dean smiles lightly at the awe in Sam’s face, “Told you.”

“This… this is how you’ve been making money. How you’ve been ensuring we have enough to actually live rather than survive for once. This is how you’ve been taking care of… me.”

Sam’s eyes water at the love Dean has for him. Dean obviously hates dancing. He hates himself for doing this, but he’ll do anything for Sammy.

Sam drops the envelopes and pulls Dean into a massive hug, curling down on himself to make himself smaller. He wants Dean to surround him, like when Sam was little.

“You’re an asshole for making me worry.”

“Suck it up, Sammy.”

Sam tightens the hug, Dean reciprocates.

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

They hug for a while longer, enjoying the comfort of one another. Of course, Dean has to break the silence.

“What’d you mean “touch what’s mine.” I’m not anyones.”

Sam laughs at the pout on Dean’s face, “Shut up Dean. You’re mine, just as much as I’m yours.”

Deans pout turns into a smile at that. Yeah…Yeah that sounds about right.