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Hi! For your prompts, can I suggest something with samlucifer and speech restriction. Lucifer taking away Sam’s ability to speak (with his powers or through some kinda violence), or just telling Sam he isn’t allowed to speak (or he can only say certain things)

Yes, that's a great prompt. Thank you! Here is a little scene between Sam and Lucifer in the cage: tw: referenced torture, trauma bonding/stockholm syndrome -- Sam watches Lucifer’s face intently, the lines of his face, the crinkles around his eyes. Searches for a spot of glowing red in his irises, listens for a silent, annoyed flap of wings on a plane not visible to his eyes. Anything at all that could tell him what to do, how to approach. Studying Lucifer is all he knows how to do now. It is his only mission, his purpose in his life. And there is plenty to study. Lucifer is like a complicated, well oiled machinery; a million tiny little parts moving beneath the surface. He needs to be handled with care, lest something collapse, explode, fall over on top of you, tear you into pieces. You can push and prod, but only at the right time, only when the gears snap into place in a specific way and move together smoothly. 

Sam thinks it might be time. He tastes the words on his tongue, repeats them in his mind until he is fairly certain he’s got them right. These will be his first words since Lucifer gave him his voice back. They have to be right. If they’re not, Lucifer will rip them away again. In the cage, everything Sam is, everything he owns, only has instrumental value. If any part of him loses it’s entertainment value, if it becomes more cumbersome than useful, it can and will be ripped away. Lucifer is giving him a second chance, a way to prove himself. 

Sam has been chewing on it for a while, but he’s pretty sure he’s got it now. It’s a joke, what he’s about to say, and he didn’t really make it up himself. It's a modified version of something Castiel said, a long time ago, giggling to himself about a wordplay that sounded funnier in enochian. Sam had remembered it suddenly, during one of his vocabulary sessions with Lucifer. He can’t explain it in english, but it really is quite funny in enochian and Sam wants to show off that he has mastered the language enough to be funny in it. It’s a little bit raunchy too, mildly sexual, and Sam thinks Lucifer might appreciate that. He repeats it one more time in his mind, and then he goes for it: 

“Lucifer,” he says, in perfect enochian. “May I tell you a joke?”

The wrinkles in the corner of Lucifer’s eyes become more visible, the barest tug of a smile on his lips. He cocks his head, almost birdlike. He's interested. Good. That's good.

“You may,” Lucifer replies, also in enochian. There is an amused tint to his tone. Sam’s stomach flutters in anticipation. 

Then Sam does it. He tells the joke. The angelic equivalent to a dad joke, barely more than a dirty little pun. He stutters, briefly, on a particularly complicated word, but Lucifer doesn’t react much, so he manages to deliver it all with relative fluency. He waits, practically holding his breath.

Lucifer looks at him for a moment, and then, finally, he laughs. It's a good laugh, a fond laugh, not mean or vicious or cold and something in Sam’s chest unfurls, loosens its grip and lets him breathe again. Lucifer is positively delighted. He grabs Sam around the waist and swings him around, as if they were dancing, and Sam tries his best to follow along. He’s clumsy, but it doesn’t matter. Lucifer doesn’t mind when he gets like this, when he is just playing around. The environment around them shifts together with Lucifer's mood, moves from a grey barren wasteland to something resembling a rainforest, alive and green and colorful. 

“Wonderful,” Lucifer says, or something like it, a beautiful enochian word with undertones of whimsy and magic, something worthy of further consideration. Something worthy of praise. He pushes Sam up against a giant tree that spawned just moments earlier, holds him tightly. Then Lucifer repeats the joke to himself, and laughs again. Sam doesn’t think it was that funny, but he supposes there isn’t all that much competition in the cage. And for all his faults, Lucifer is as easy to please as he is to anger, effortlessly switching from overwhelming rage and deep sorrow to childish joy and burning passion. Lucifer's emotions are always there, close to the surface, always too big, too much, too intense for Sam to ever keep up with (perhaps even too much for Lucifer himself). Lucifer continues the pun, the little wordplay, with new ones, words that are similar, but not the same. He's good at it. Of course he is.

“Oh, Sam,” Lucifer says, grabbing Sam’s face between both hands. Sam likes the sound of his name in enochian. Lucifer only uses it when he's been good. Sam smiles, genuine and relieved. Lucifer peppers his face with kisses, a token of affection.  

“Yes,” Lucifer says, voice filled to the brim with fondness. “I think I will keep you like this a little bit longer.”

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The Bambi boy 🤲

For some reason, when I was drawing, I felt like he was protecting this little deer...

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castiel’s first time (attempting to) initiate a hug

castiel’s first time hugging someone back

castiel’s first time initiating a hug after that

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jared padalecki come out as bisexual, idc if its the truth or not. it would be so funny

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the healing powers of a solo cinema trip

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This was the best part, how I love you Jensen Ackles. 😂❤️

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obsessed with someone making sam do ass2mouth rn, and calling him dirty for being willing to do that

brady, in particular, hits for me cus his relationship with sam is during such a pivotal time for him where sam is all alone, and might be more easily convinced to do degrading sex acts to keep someone interested in him (he's never been around the same people for so long before) and brady is so sleazy about it, he makes all the sex they have about him, and he likes it when it hurts sam and he likes it when sam's embarrassed and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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finally speaking my truth, tired of the narrative that cas didn't like sam or that he was purposefully trying to hurt his feelings when he called him the boy with the demon blood or an abomination

cuz lowkey, to cas, those are just the facts and if that was another character, if sam was the type of person cas thinks he is, then it wouldn't bother him.

we only think of cas saying those things as cruel because, we as the audience, know those are sam's biggest fears about himself but cas doesn't know that!!!!!

like if the roles were reversed and dean was fed demon blood, do you really see him having the same reaction to being called an abomination, that little bitch would probably like it

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rejection.

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whoever made that post that's like "depressed people aren't listening to sad music they're listening to wild ones by flo rida at 7 in the morning" has ruined my life. sitting in my car outside work right now feeling like shit emotionally but at least hollaback girl is playing on the radio

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Sam Winchester and The War of Vaslav Nijinsky by Frank Bidart

There is a MORAL here about how LONG you must live with the consequences of a SHORT action,— but I don’t now feel MORAL.

---The War of Vaslav Nijinsky by Frank Bidart

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many of you have uncles that died tragically

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they make me go lalalalala :3

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Jared Padalecki as Paul Harris in 'Piece of Mind', ER(1994) 7.10

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First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀