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i have officially lost access to tiktok

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i dont own any toys and never have

i'm out here dj-ing on the regular

guys i lost my vibrator??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭

IDK WHERE IT IS

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in the first eight seasons, brennan only cries twice

when booth rejects her

and

when she finds out a smuggler killed a purebred siberian tiger 😭

girl ur so real ily

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just watched s8 ep4 and brennan is thinking of running for president

she asks booth if he really thinks she'd make a bad candidate because 'donald trump is thinking of running'

baby girl now its 2025 and he's being inaugurated for a SECOND TIME in just a few days

we failed you 💔

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YOU’RE SO SMOOTH ♡

“Vacillator” by @mothercain, dir. by Hayden Anhedonia and @silkenweinberg

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@mothercain being calling a terrorist by fox news wasn't on my 2025 bingo card but okay!

'boycott ethel cain' FUCK YOU!

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HAPPY NEW YEAR MY ANGEL 🌺🍰

DIDNT EVEN SEE THIS CAUSE TUMBLR HATES ME SO THIS IS LATE BUT HAPPY NEW YEAR

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dont most babies hate tummy time though because they don't have the muscles in their neck to lift their head, hence why they need tummy time to develop those muscles

babies are so right about tummy time

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the crazy part about destiel is they did fall in love over and over again. cas lost his memories. dean saved cas’ jacket even tho cas was dead. sam had to hold dean back when cas sacrificed himself in the apocalypse universe. dean specifically went to find cas in the endverse. he wouldn’t leave purgatory until he found cas. cas betrayed all of heaven, everything he’s ever known for thousands of years, because of dean.

but that only happened in ONE universe. they only found each other like that in a single universe, out of the hundreds that chuck made. it’s so tragic bc it’s the opposite of every single “I love you in every universe” soulmate trope. but in that one universe, they love each other over and over and over again, through death.

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I’ve officially hit the brokeback mountain episode in Supernatural and it has me out here giggling

Like Cas has been back for not even a day and Dean really said “let’s go play cowboys”

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way to just rip my heart out damn

THUNDER

pairing .ᐟ s3!rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings .ᐟ angst

summary .ᐟ based off of thunder by lana del rey!

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“i just gotta take care of somethin’ alright—i’ll be gone for two weeks at most baby i promise you,” — was the last thing rafe had said to you before he left, tannyhill completely discarded as he and his family disappeared.

he promised you he’d keep in contact, keep calling you, keep texting you but things had gone radio silent after one day.

at first you thought the worst, that something had happened, sadness and guilt consuming you, but when rose called and told you he wanted nothing to do with you, that sadness quickly vanished, a new wave of anger and malice consuming you.

for days on end you found yourself moping around your room, eyes puffy, nose blocked as you thought back to everything; did he find someone else? were you just not enough? question after question bounced through your head, bile rising in your throat each time you focused on each question too long.

friends and family began grew worried, your ever growing absence from their lives due to your preference to be alone needed to end, you needed to forget about him.

but how could you? how could you forget about your first love? the man that made you feel on the top of the world, the man who’s hands were gentle on your skin as he held you? and even regarding your problems with rafe, you’d always found a way to work it out; so how were you meant to just forget all of that?

month after month past and slowly but surely you began healing; rafe cameron nothing but a distant memory from your past, the hurt you’d endured buried deep within your soul.

you were finally okay.

you were okay.

you roll like thunder when you come crashing in

town ain’t been the same since you left with all your friends

the salty sea breeze dusted your face, running shoes hitting the wet sand as you ran along the beach, chest lifting and falling with each breath you took.

thunder by lana del rey flitted through your headphones, the song interrupted by your phone chiming once then twice then a third time, your steps slowing to a stop, keeling over to catch your breath.

you reached for your phone, unlocking it before clicking on the notifications from your friend; a knot formed in your throat as you read over her messages, eyes flitting over the screen to make sure you read them correctly.

‘dude’

‘topper jus told me rafe’s back in obx??’

‘he’s throwing a party rn??? did yk about this?? 😶’

you didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want it to be true; after all you did to forget him, forget how he’d hurt you, he just came back—without a word?

your chest heaved as you struggled not to cry, those three messages taking you right back to the darkest time of your life, a time you were sure you’d hidden well away, never to resurface again; you were wrong.

tears kissed your cheeks on the run home, walls crumbling in on you as you showered, attempting to scrub the hurt away but it wouldn’t budge; you needed to see him for yourself.

you found yourself pulling up in front of tannyhill, throes of kook’s littering the front lawn, red solo cups in hand.

your hand hovered over the door handle, the pit in your stomach only growing as you sat there, contemplating whether or not to go.

you act like fucking mr. brightside when you’re with all your friends

but i know what you’re like when the party ends

pink wedged slippers padded across the grass as you entered tannyhill, face void of emotion as your eyes searched for rafe.

your feet padded up the stairs, hands shaky as you grasped the railing, nearing rafe’s room that lead to the balcony.

topper’s eyes fell on your form, eyes wide as you walked past him, opening the translucent curtain leading to the balcony.

your bottom lip trembled as you looked at rafe, leaned back on a seat, drink in one hand while the other held the hand of a pretty brunette, leading her to sit next to him on the couch.

“man i tried to stop her,” topper’s voice cut through, causing rafe’s head to lift, the smirk that had just been on his lips immediately falling when he saw you.

your chest heaved as you looked at him then at the girl next to him, that paired with the months of radio silence on his end made your head spin with anger, eyes tearing up as you clenched your jaw, staring him dead in the eyes before shaking your head, turning on your heels to leave.

“shit—baby wait!” he yelled after you, frantically getting up to chase after you, shoving past topper to get to you faster.

you picked up the pace, needing to get out of tannyhill and away from prying eyes, away from him and away from every single memory you shared with him.

you ignored his screams of your name, brushing past the throes of people at the entrance as you rushed toward your car, getting in and frantically starting it, casting him one last glance before driving off.

rafe stood there, hands running over his buzzed hair frantically, shaking his head.

“fuck fuck fuck!” he yelled, turning around to face everyone that had no doubt witnessed this little ordeal.

“alright everybody get the fuck out! go! get the fuck out of my house!” he yelled, going back in to do the same before telling topper to make sure everyone was gone.

he searched for the keys to his car, fumbling with them in the ignition as he started it, desperately needing to get to you and explain himself.

you roll like thunder when you come crashing in

regattas in the wind, that’s why you’re visiting

the moment you got home you felt yourself breaking down, all that progress out the window as you struggled to breathe, palms pressing into your eyes as you cried.

how could he do that to you?

once again you found yourself thinking those same self deprecating questions you’d thought when he first left, your knees crumbling as you fell to the floor, back pressed to your bed as rested your forehead on your knees.

the ride from tannyhill to yours was short, rafe’s car pulling into your drive way with urgency.

“angel please let me—shit angel you gotta let me explain!” he yelled, fist pounding on your front door.

you sniffled as you looked up, feeling nauseous at the sound of his voice, the pet name stinging even more. you wiped your eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before getting up, feet padding against the hardwood floor as you descended the stairs, nearing the front door.

upon opening it rafe barrelled in, his brows falling as he took you in, he always hated seeing you cry.

“fuck baby y’gotta believe me—i’m sorry aight? i’m so fuckin sorr-“ you cut him off with a slap to his face, blinking away the tears threatening to spill over.

“screw you rafe!” you yelled, shaking your head.

“you left me! you left!” you yelled, your manicured finger pointing into his chest, repeatedly jabbing into his black polo.

“you told me—you said you’d be gone for two weeks rafe—it’s almost been a fucking year! a year and you’ve said nothing to me!” you sniffled, running your hands over your face.

he stood there, hand covering the cheek you’d just slapped, blue eyes tearing up as he listened; he knew you were right, he knew you had every right to be angry at him.

if hello just means goodbye then, honey, better walk away

“—and the audacity of you to send rose to tell me—rose! you’re not even man enough to tell me yourself rafe! what the fuck!” you screamed out, tears streaming down your face.

“hey hey! i was—i was dealing with my own shit alright?! i couldn’t be saddled down with your fuckin problems too!” he screamed over you, your eyes widening at his words.

you stood there, frozen in your spot, rafe immediately regretting his words.

“baby i didn’t—i shouldn’t have said that okay but listen—“ he tried once more but you weren’t going to fall for his bullshit today, not after he hurt you so profoundly.

“get out of my house rafe,” you spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

“no no no hey we can work this out—we can get through this okay? i’m sorry—what else do you want me to say!?” he frantically asked, large hands reaching to cup your cheeks but you pushed them away, shaking your head.

“no—you made your bed now you gotta lay in it rafe—you did this not me!” you reminded him, the picture of him and that brunette flashing through your mind.

his hands twitched at his sides, lifting them to run through his buzzed hair again, rapidly pacing across your living room floor; you’d seen this all before but you wouldn’t fall for it again.

he moved in front of you, sinking to his knees as his hands planted themselves on your waist, signet ring cold against your skin, the same ring he’d given to you so many times as a reminder that he’d always been yours; guess that was a lie too.

“i know—i know i screwed up okay—but im sorry angel please—we can, we can get through this—please i’ll do anything, just—tell me what i have to do to make this right—i’ll do anything please!” he begged, looking up at you as he dug his hands into your hips.

you stared down at him, eyes numb as you shook your head, peeling his hands off of your body; the same hands you once cherished, you now resented, the mere feeling of them on your skin making you sick.

“get out rafe,” you deadpanned, eyes looking ahead as you opened your front door, standing aside as you waited for him to leave.

if hello just means goodbye then, baby, better walk away

thank you for reading 🍰

tags .ᐟ @bluemerakis @lacydollette @cherrygirlfriend @overactiveprefrontalcortex @littlelamy @itneverendshere @beausling

just tagged a few mutuals • lmk if you’d like to be tagged for any future rafe cameron/drew starkey works 🍰

reblogs are greatly appreciated 🤎

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thank u @gibson-g1rl ur an angel babe

hoziers cover of do i wanna know? by the arctiv monkeys!! the edits are going so hard

im so tired jm not tagging anyone

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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my man my man my man

pairing .ᐟ dean winchester x fem!reader

warnings .ᐟ none just some good old fluff

summary .ᐟ based on this ask • wrote this blurb with earlier seasons dean in mind 🍰

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your lips parted as you laughed, arms slung hazardously around dean’s neck as he pressed kiss after kiss onto your shoulder, lips moving to your pulse point, pressing ever the tender kiss there before pulling away, smiling down at you.

“why are you laughing huh? i’m being serious!” he hummed, a huge smile on his lips as he looked at you, hands planted next to your head to keep himself hovering above you.

“can’t help it—your beard’s tickling me,” you giggled, one hand moving from around his neck to his cheek, feeling the stubble under your palm.

“beard? there’s barely anythin there sweetheart,” he spoke, eyes crinkling as he laughed.

“dean—feels like a hedgehogs using my neck as a scratching post when you kiss me,” you snorted, his eyes widening at your words, nearly falling onto you as you both broke out into a fit of laughter.

“oh c’mon it’s not that bad—is it?” he hummed, to which you nodded, stifling a smile.

“now that you mention it—haven’t shaved in a while, too busy savin your ass all the time,” he joked, pressing another kiss to your shoulder before getting up with a huff, trudging over to the motel room’s bathroom.

you followed right after him, clad in nothing but a pair of white panties and a tank top, courtesy of dean of course, ripping your clothes off the minute you’d entered the room.

you stood by the bathroom entrance, watching him grab some shaving cream and a razor.

“can i do it?” you piped up, leaning your cheek against the door frame.

he raised a brow, looking at you over his shoulder, “you know how?” he asked, voice rough as he set everything down once more, leaning against the bathroom sink, arms crossed over his chest.

you pulled a face, shaking your head, “nope! but you can teach me?” you shrugged, entering the bathroom now.

he thought it through, the worst that could happen was a cut or two here, nodding as he moved his hands to your hips, gently lifting you onto the bathroom counter.

“okay what—how do i do it?” you hummed, looking down at the razor and shaving cream laid out on the counter next to you.

“it’s not rocket science sweet thing—here all you do is put some of this on,” he paused, gesturing to the shaving cream; “then you start shavin, like you’d shave your legs baby,” he spoke, nodding in tandem with his words.

you muttered out a small ‘okay,’ dean’s hand slapping your thigh under the guise of encouragement as you began to lather the shaving cream all over, gently holding his face as you got it where it needed to be.

slowly but surely you began shaving his face, your tongue poking out the side of your mouth in concentration, eyes focused as you shaved the sides of his jaw, careful not to nick him.

dean stifled a laugh, your concentration face making it incredibly hard to stay still; he eventually let out a chuckle, grabbing ahold of your wrist to stop your movements, moving your hand to laugh.

“don’t move!” you snorted, kicking his side.

“can’t help it, your face is just—wow baby you’re something,” he laughs, trying to keep his face straight and steady as you lifted your hand again, now shaving the hairs above his lips this time.

you’d finished after some time, placing a small bandage over where you accidentally nicked him, “sorryyyy,” you hissed, smoothing the bandage over before leaning forward to kiss it.

“told you it’s fine sweetheart, i’ve been to hell before—this? this is nothing,” he laughed, green eyes searching yours before planting a chaste kiss to your lips, keeping them there before pulling away.

“now c’mon, i’m starving, you didn’t forget the pie right?” he spoke, lifting you off of the counter before carrying you back into the room.

thank you for reading 🍰

tags ꩜ .ᐟ @bluemerakis @lacydollette @beausling @overactiveprefrontalcortex @misatxox @deansbite @cherrygirlfriend

reblogs are greatly appreciated 🍰

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ambient music isn't something i listen to often but i do love it!!

hi angel! how are you doing ??

so good!! listening to perverts by ethel cain for the first time rn

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god ur such a queen jay ily

WESTERN NIGHTS

pairing .ᐟ dean winchester x fem!reader

warnings .ᐟ typical spn violence, mention of a gunshot wound

summary .ᐟ based on this ask

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you’d always thought about this day; the day your heart finally gave way, the day your body finally stopped fighting, the day your blood spilled and spilled and spilled.

you’d always imagined your demise would come at the hands of some other supernatural creature but no, the blow to your skull and gunshot wound to your abdomen proved to be at the hands of a man.

your head wrung, vision blurry as you fell against a tree, bark digging into your flesh; the metallic smell lingering in the air a testament to your undoing. you pressed your hand to the side of your naval, warmth seeping over your fingers.

you considered yourself fearless, especially considering all you’d had to face and go through since childhood, but now? you felt terrified; terrified of dying cold and alone, your chest heaving as you panicked, needing him by your side.

“dean!” you yelled, your eyes stinging with tears, the shake in your voice conveying your fear.

you didn’t wanna die alone; you couldn’t die alone.

your eyelids were heavy, body ready to give up and let you sleep for eternity, when strong hands shook you back awake, dean’s voice echoing through your ears.

“hey hey i got you, i got you,” he hummed, his movement frigid, eyes in a panic.

“sweetheart you gotta keep your eyes open f’me? hey look at me!” he yelled, tears pooling in his eyes, sniffing as he shook you once more.

hazy eyes found his, shaking your head, “dean i’m tired—so tired,” you sniffled, eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head but he wouldn’t let you, he won’t let you go this easily.

“no you’re okay—you’re fine—you’re—“ he paused, carefully moving you into his arms, “sammy!” he screamed, his voice shaky as he looked down at your lithe form.

you heard the familiar roar from the impala, a hushed ‘we need to get her to the hospital sammy,’ followed right after.

sam and dean’s voice’s grew muffled, your body all the more ready to give up but he wouldn’t let you, this was not how you were supposed to go.

dean carried you into the impala, keeping you close as sam rushed to the nearest hospital, those green eyes you grew so fond of staring down at you with agony, your face becoming paler and paler by the second.

he couldn’t lose you, not like this.

the hospital air was stale, your eyes closing tightly before opening, adjusting to the harsh hospital room lights.

your head was aching, the gunshot wound in your abdomen throbbing even more. you looked around, eyes falling to dean, his head resting on his arms on the side of your bed, one hand holding your leg, afraid that if he let go you’d be gone forever.

you smiled to yourself, sitting up slowly, wincing when you moved too much; your hand reached out to find his, thumb stroking the back of his hand.

he instinctively intertwined his hand with yours, groggily waking up due to the disturbance until he realised it hadn’t been a dream, you were truly waking up.

he sprang right up, arms moving around your neck, pulling you to his chest; he pressed his nose into your hair, breathing you in; god he was so afraid, so afraid he’d lose you, prepared to take any necessary action to bring you right back even if that meant selling his soul once more.

“don’t you ever do that again—you hear me?” he harshly spoke, pressing a kiss into your hair, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he held you to him.

“i thought i lost you,” he spoke, voice shaky, tilting his head up to the ceiling to prevent himself from crying again.

“you didn’t,” you reassured him, gently pulling away to look up at him, reaching for his hand to pull him down, his forehead moving to lean against yours.

“you gotta be more careful sweetheart; what if i lose you next time mhm? i dunno what i’d do if that happened,” he hummed, prompting you to nod your head.

“i’m here dean,” you spoke faintly, his green eyes boring into yours.

although he was hearing your words and feeling you all around him, some part of him still felt scared, scared that this was some sick joke and that you’d actually died, that he failed to protect you like he said he would.

so he did the only thing he could do to prove you were there with him, pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss, calloused hands reaching up to gently cradle your face.

his lips moved against yours, tilting his head to deepen the kiss; your breath was heavy as you allowed him to kiss you, lashes brushing up against his skin as you leaned forward, lips parting to allow him entry.

the kiss wasn’t lustful, needy or quick; it was soft, endearing and slow; his lips conveyed each and every feeling he had endured while seeing you on that hospital bed; the fear, anger and sheer frustration all melting away with the touch of your lips to his.

you pulled away after a moment, catching your breath, his hand reaching up to card through your hair, allowing you to slump forward against his chest.

you were safe.

shortly after, a doctor came to do his check up, sam following in right after, a wide smile on his face as he saw you were okay, moving to envelope you in his arms and press a brotherly kiss to your forehead.

a few more days in that gruelling hospital room had passed and you were finally cleared to go home; the doctor had explained countless times to both you and dean on how to clean and change your bandages, which medication you had to take and what to do if your wound got infected.

you found yourself back at the bunker, headphones on as you lounged in your and dean’s room; the moment you got home you were under strict orders from the eldest winchester to relax as much as you needed, he didn’t need you tearing a stitch or hurting yourself all over again—the first time already aged him ten years.

you grew bored of this very quickly, opting to get up and get yourself something to drink; you toed through the hallways of the bunker, your socks slipping slightly on the hardwood floor till you managed to reach the war room, dean’s brows quirking as he saw you up.

“hey, what’d i say?” he asked, standing up and moving towards you.

you signed, rubbing your face, “dean i’m fine, my heads fine, this barely gives me any problems—“ you paused, pointing to where your now healing gunshot wound was, “seriously you don’t need to worry so much,” you sighed, trying to reassure him.

he shook his head, placing his hands on your cheeks, “i don’t wanna hear it, i almost lost you angel, you need to take it easy, besides—whenever im sick you’re like one of those helicopter parents—let me take care of you for once yeah?” he hummed, his lips curling into a smile, your eyes rolling in response.

it was true, anytime dean had been sick you would not leave him alone, always doing your best to take care of him, so you guess he was right.

“okay okay fine but can i at least sit in here with you guys, im suffocating up in that room,” you groaned, causing him to chuckle, nodding his head toward the table he and sam had been sitting at.

you were about to reach for a chair when dean’s arms gently encircled your waist, careful of your wound, to pull you down into his lap, keeping you close before pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, nibbling the skin there before turning back to sam.

he was for sure not letting you out of his sight any time soon.

thank you for reading 🐇

a/n: very short but i loved writing this nonetheless; pls send in any requests you might have for dean!

tags .ᐟ @bluemerakis @lacydollette @beausling @itneverendshere @ryngzmn @ultravi0lence14 @amberlthomas @deansbite @shadyloveobject

reblogs are greatly appreciated 🍰

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hi angel! how are you doing ??

so good!! listening to perverts by ethel cain for the first time rn

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5 is an even number to me. 2025 is an even year. do you understand