#. >> sammy ♥��� !

[prentissluvr]

BROWN CARHARTT JACKET SAM SAVE MEEEEE

[lynnar-moon]

[hiisheart]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED ?

like lovers watching the sunset .

calm, focused, tender. you need to be loved in the way teenagers kiss in the rain and giggle behind hands. you need to be loved like a child, taken care of, watched over, focused on. you need to feel the warmth of the sun, you need to feel the love rushing through your veins. you need to be reminded that love is worth it, and it’s beautiful to experience. you need to be loved in a way that is refreshing, again and again.

[prentissluvr]

OMG I MISSED THIS NOTIF ASFLJALDJKSJ UHM THANKS FOR THE TAG BESTIE GONNA GO IDK DO UNSPEAKABLE THINGS OR SOME SHIT

Flashback! “My Daddy Shot Your Daddy in The Head.”

[atakeflight]

‘my sole objective, (sammy), is to make you happy. doesn’t matter where we are or what we’re going through, I’ll always put a smile on your face.’ - for sammy, from sean @outwsts

❛ You really know how to make a guy blush in the middle of the street huh? ❜ he had to admit, after his accident, after Ollie and Abigail he never thought he'd be this happy in a relationship. He always seemed to be around those who needed him, but it had never been a mutual exchange, until Sean. Even his comments had made him smile. His hands moving to connect their hands as they walked towards their job. Sammy might still be recovering from his accident, but --- he was relieved to be doing something outside of a hospital, or outside of watching his friends all enjoy their breaks from dance when Sammy didn't even know if he could go back to dance. He was still waiting on his final test results, it just felt so free to smile. To be happy. ❛ Well, it looks like you're succeeding in your plans, and just before work too. A difficult achievement. ❜

[jadeyarts]

Separate from that other anon I for one would personally love to hear your Peri and Harbinger/Foxglove headcanons

OMG YAYYYYY. I HAVE QUITE A FEW ♥ (for my own convenience i'm referring to them by their og series names for reasons)

the events of timmy's secret wish are what first planted the seeds of genuine, fully positive feelings and fondness for poof in foop's mind and heart... maybe even a puppy love crush. he seriously thought "well, dying in poof's arms wouldn't be so bad" and hoped that wouldn't awaken something in him. it did.

in a lot of episodes they often have differently colored eyes - foop has a darker shade of purple. i think poof's noticed, and i think he even likes the look of those darker eyes.

given how foop would cry out for poof to protect or save him, i think that poof grows to be incredibly protective of foop… poof will square up for his square!!!

hes the one telling cashiers that foop asked for no pickles, imho ♥

at some point poof stopped intervening in foop's nefarious schemes so i've kind of interpreted poof as just... not caring anymore. he can't stay mad at foop for long, and he finds himself not even bothered by whatever damages he ends up causing anyways. i think he might even find his antics amusing.

after the events of certifiable super sitter, foop actually feels comfortable with admitting that poof is his best friend-

it'd take a few more years to admit it to poof's face, though, it's too embarrassing for him! he'll gush to chloe constantly, though - she knows he's in love with poof before either of them does.

foop's first boyfriend was actually their mutual friend sammy sweetsparkle in high school, while poof had kind of an on-and-off puppy love situationship with goldie... until he kind of flipped out on her about constantly getting foop's name wrong in the middle of a jealousy induced break-down. foop was actually thrilled to hear that poof let his dark side show over wanting to be with him.

sammy and foop ironically broke up on good terms because sammy's best attempt at understanding the fairy/antifairy situation is that they must be soulmates and he didn't want to stand in the way of true love. he's their second biggest supporter.

technically poof confessed first but his confession was literally just screaming IF I DONT SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU I AM LITERALLY GOING TO BLOW SOMETHING UP!!!! at foop, which was a love confession that would only appeal to foop.

chloe TRIED to plan the "perfect" first date for them but it was horribly awkward and not to their tastes. so instead their first REAL date was poof taking foop to a kelly clarkson concert where they got matching "my life would suck without you" t-shirts.

poof actually buys - WITH HUMAN MONEY, IN A HUMAN DISGUISE - every kelly clarkson album as it releases for foop.

they nearly elope several times but got caught by wanda every time. wanda doesn't really like the fact that poof is with foop but doesn't wanna turn into mama cosma about it so she comes to terms with it. she doesnt want them to just run away and get married when she doesn't think they're ready yet either, though. timmy has to be the one to appeal to foop's desire for attention to convince them to have a big wedding after they graduate. poof doesnt care whether he has a big wedding or just elopes - as long as foop is his. if foop wants a big wedding, that's what they'll have.

whenever people ask how long they've been together they tend to go silent because their first instinct is to say "about 50 years" even though they're only about 22-24, and they've only officially been a couple for about 6 or 7 years. foop's second instinct is also to say "from the very first moment i drew breath" like the dramatic weirdo he is. which isn't even accurate and they both know it.

literally so specific to my own little homebrewed post-canon that you can't even pretend it works with anw:

in my elaborate fanon after AC and AW abandoned foop in season 10, poof begs wanda to find someone who would be willing to take foop in. luckily, wanda knew just the fairies for the job.

after getting adopted foop changes his name to foxglove thimbleplight - poof changed his last name to thimbleplight when they got married so he becomes periwinkle thimbleplight. :3

they still call each other poof and foop - usually in the form of embarrassingly cheesy affectionate nicknames. we're talking "smoopy-poo" level cheesy usage here.

(actually that one still works with anw but the art i drew is clearly my own designs and not the anw designs and it's exceedingly cheesy so)

poof convinced foop to go to the fairy academy with him - initially foop was hesitant because he… wants to… but… antifairies cant become godparents, right??? poof was willing to do literally anything it would take to keep foop by his side though. he initially considers manipulating some poor unsuspecting godparent to quit on their godkid just so he can hijack the ensuing fairy idol for foop to win and take their job… it's devious, and he knows foop would have loved that he did something so malicious just for him, but in the end he just gets into a fight with jorgen and the fairy council about it. he argues that technically foop is legally a fairy now since he was adopted by fairies, so he should be allowed to become a godparent. they end up agreeing.

their relationship was kind of a controversial issue in fairyworld for a few years because of poof's high profile status - while they're not the first fairy and anti-fairy couple, they're the first recorded instance of a fairy coupled with their own counterpart in eons. the media did get bored of them eventually though.

they already wanted to get married after high school but they agreed to postpone the wedding until after they graduated from the fairy academy so they had enough free time to make it as over the top as foop wanted it to be. poof actually proposed to foop AGAIN with a diamond ring after they graduated from the fairy academy, even though they were technically already engaged - with the intent of being as over-the-top dramatic and annoying to the rest of their classmates as possible.

^ which is similar to what cosmo and wanda did as teens though details differ. cosmo is literally the only one who seems to realize this and audibly goes "WOW, DEJA VU..." when this all happens.

while wanda had to get used to poof and foop together, cosmo accepted it pretty much immediately. mostly because sometimes they reminded him of himself and wanda. (<- actually canon)

[prentissluvr]

DAISY OH MY GODDDDDD STFUUUUHLKSADJFLAKSD

pillowtalk ☼ s. winchester

summary: a morning spent in sam's arms

pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader

word count: 2.2K

warnings: no use of y/n, not beta'd, fluff, sam's morning voice (yes its a warning), suggestive themes, spicy, implied smut but no actual smut, but for this fic: MINORS DNI

a/n: this was birthed out of god knows where but was inspired by that photo above and I love sammy so much (also this came out a little more smutty than I intended LOL)

bestie mari @prentissluvr i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing this last night 🤭

please reblog and lmk your thoughts and opinions!! i wanna hear what you guys thought about the fic!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

The soft rays of sunlight filtered through the room as the sun rose for the incoming day. The light hit your eyes, and you inhaled deeply as you prepared to open your eyes. You could feel the light breeze flowing into the room from the open window of the balcony. You were about to roll over to Sam's side of the bed, thinking it would be empty, but then felt the warmth of his bare chest.

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking a few times before tilting your head up and finding Sam's eyes already on you. You stared into his eyes, seeing the flecks of brown and gold within the green of his gaze. Then your eyes moved from his to the mole near his left eye, the slope of his nose, and to his mouth, a tender smile dancing on his lips as you felt him cup your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against it.

"Morning." Sam's voice was soft and low, sounding a little hoarse from just waking up.

Oh god, his voice. You thought to yourself as you felt some heat begin to brew in your core. The deep rasp of Sam's voice filled the mostly silent room.

"How long have you been up?" Your own voice had a faint rasp to it.

"Not long."

You mirrored his smile. "Has anyone told you staring is rude Winchester?"

Sam chuckled lowly, making your chest fill with warmth. "Yes, but I can't help but look at my pretty girl in the morning."

You felt yourself flush at the compliment. Even if you and Sam have been together for a while now, you would never get used to hearing Sam saying the sweetest things to you.

Your smile grew wider. "Who knew Sam Winchester was such a sucker for me," You teased before leaning forward to give him a soft kiss on his lips.

You felt Sam's smile widen and pulled back slightly. "I always will be," He murmured against your lips before melting into the kiss.

It soon turned passionate as kisses with Sam always did. You adjusted yourself so you were laying on top of Sam, chest to chest, almost hovering over him as your legs fell beside his hips and so that your neck wasn't being strained from the awkward angle you were in.

Sam's hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, and you felt his tongue swiping at the seam of your lips, but you broke away from him before he could.

You opened your eyes to find Sam's slightly swollen lips in a pout, and the hand that was on your neck was trying to pull you back to his lips. You chuckled at the puppy dog look he was giving you.

"Morning breath," You explained as to why you broke away from the kiss.

Sam frowned. "Don't care." He continued to give his puppy dog look combined with his (adorable) pout.

Despite almost giving in (the look that he gave you nearly worked every time), you rolled your eyes as you pulled away from him and sat up, straddling him. He let his hand fall from your neck as you sat up, his hands finding your naked thighs. You glanced at the digital clock on the nearest nightstand, '6:39 AM'.

You looked back at Sam. "You going to run today?"

He shook his head, his hair moving as it fanned out against the white cotton of the pillow sheets.

You gasped dramatically, your hand shooting to your chest. "Sam Winchester choosing not to go out on his morning run? Alert the press! Samuel Will-"

You were cut off by a sharp yelp escaping your mouth as your world tilted suddenly. You were on your back, with Sam's hands settling beside your head, making the pillow sink and hovering over you with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Were you just about to say my full government name?" Sam questioned, his tone barely concealing the mirth within it.

You nodded, your face taking on a serious expression. "Yes. The world needs to know that you're willingly skipping your daily morning run."

Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitch. "Well, someone planned this vacation, and I think I can skip a day or two of running."

When you proposed the idea of a vacation, he was very resistant to the idea, not wanting to leave Dean alone to hunt. The three of you were hunting constantly, barely staying at the bunker for a day or two before getting back in the Impala and going to a different state to kill another monster.

As much as you loved Dean, you wanted to spend some time with Sam alone, just the two of you. Sharing a motel room with his brother didn't afford any privacy as well. Besides, by the time you guys finished with a hunt and got back to the bunker, you and Sam were exhausted and had collapsed in bed.

You just wanted a break from hunting and wanted to spend time with your boyfriend without the company of his brother, so you came up with the idea of a vacation. It took a lot of convincing on your part, but Sam's stubbornness almost won out every time you brought up the word vacation.

It took you, Dean, Jody, and even Garth to convince him that a vacation wouldn't hurt. But he'd only go if Dean promised that he wouldn't hunt without a partner, which he easily agreed to (you could have kissed Dean for agreeing to Sam's terms).

You raised an unconvinced eyebrow at him.

Sam's mouth fell open slightly. "You don't believe me?"

"You went running yesterday, the day before, and the day we got here."

Sam opened his mouth to respond before closing it. You grinned at the lack of response from the man above you.

"I'm glad that I can prove you wrong and render you speechless with a single sentence." You cooed, pinching one of Sam's cheeks like a grandmother would greeting her grandchild.

Sam gently slapped your hand away with a slight scowl on his face, making you laugh. Sam was still hovering over you, and his expression soon changed from a scowl to a smirk. You saw his eyes glint with mischief, making you stop laughing.

You knew what that smirk meant. "Samuel, no." You said warningly.

Sam continued to smirk as he went from hovering over you to straddling your hips. Before you knew it, you erupted into giggles, Sam attacking your sides with his hands, poking and tickling you.

You thrashed around in the bed, kicking your feet, trying to get away from Sam, but it was fruitless.

Sam's melodic laughter joined yours as it filled the room. You were yelling at him to stop, but he continued to tickle you. It was almost impossible to get Sam's large frame off of you; he was just a wall of muscle, and he had the advantage.

"S-Sam! Pl-please st-opp!" You could barely get the words out. Tears lined your vision as you tried to squirm away from Sam's relentless hands.

"What are the magic words?" Sam asked. You could hear the amusement coating his words. The son of a bitch you called your boyfriend was enjoying this a little too much.

"I-I do-n't k-know! P-please?!" You all but shrieked.

Sam's hands finally pulled away from your body, and you felt like you could finally breathe. You took in gulps of air as you tried to catch your breath. Your sides hurt from the sudden tickle attack.

"The magic word was actually angel blade. But I wanted to be nice." You scowled up at the smug look on your boyfriend's face.

"I wish I had packed one so I could use it on you."

Sam let out a laugh at your words that shook his entire body. His bare chest was shaking with laughter. You couldn't help but grin at one of your favorite sounds that came from him.

At this point, the sun rose further up in the sky and filled the room with its golden light, highlighting Sam's features and giving him an ethereal glow.

He's so beautiful. Your smile turned softer as you watched him laugh. As you admired him, you noticed that he looked younger when he laughed, his head thrown back and the corner of his eyes crinkled with joy.

When he had calmed down, the broad smile on his face never faltered, and the tenseness that he always seemed to hold fell off his shoulders as he looked at you with his hazel eyes. Sam looked visibly lighter when he was relaxed, and he didn't have to look over his shoulder to see if there was any danger.

You tried to shift up the bed so your back was resting on the headboard. Sam lifted himself to allow you to move, and once you were settled, he shuffled forward to straddle you again.

It would look comical to anyone who saw the two of you in this position. Sam was practically twice your size as he straddled your smaller frame. But this was normal for the two of you. Your hands moved from the bed to rest on Sam's hips, your thumbs swiping against his hipbones that weren't covered by the boxers that he was wearing.

"So, no run today?" You asked again.

Sam nodded. "No run today. But..." He trailed off, leaning closer to you and resting his forehead on yours.

"But?" You asked him, your eyes half-lidded as your lips brushed against his.

"I know another way to get my cardio in." You felt Sam's lips stretch into a smirk.

You hummed in response. "Oh really? How so?"

Sam kissed you hard in response, not wasting a second before his tongue swiped at the seam of your lips and dived into your mouth. A low whine escaped you as Sam's tongue swiped against yours. Your hands wandered from his hips and up his bare chest, feeling his muscles clench as your hands roamed his torso.

Sam grunted against your lips as your hands made their way to his pecs and teased his nipples with your thumbs.

He broke the kiss. "You're playing with fire." Sam grumbled as he trailed his kisses down your jaw. You chuckled in response and took the chance to flip your positions. You moved your hands up his shoulders, lifted your hips up, and turned quickly.

Sam let a quiet 'oof' escape his lips from the abrupt move, the springs of the bed creaking a little, but before he could say anything, you straddled him and smashed your lips against his. You felt his hands land on your waist before they slid down to your ass and squeezed it. It made you grind against the bulge that was growing in his boxers.

Your hands moved from his shoulders to the nape of his neck and tugged at the short hairs at the back of it, making him growl against your lips and nip at your bottom lip. His kisses trailed across your jaw and down your neck, his scruff scratching at your skin slightly.

Quiet moans left your mouth as Sam sucked and nipped at your neck, and his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up. He pulled away slightly to pull your (his) shirt off of you, leaving you in only your underwear. Sam's gaze felt like it was burning you as he stared at your bare torso, focusing on your heaving chest. His gaze traveled up to your spit-slicked swollen lips before meeting your eyes.

Sam's calloused hands moved to settle on your sides, his thumbs just resting on the underside of your breasts. His eyes were filled with love and desire. Sam leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours.

"I love you." He whispered.

You smiled at his words. "I know."

Sam pulled back slightly and groaned at your words. "You seriously didn't just quote Han Solo at me."

You laughed at Sam's reaction. "I did." You grinned cheekily at him.

Sam shook his head at you. "You're ridiculous."

"Yet you love me anyways."

"Yeah, I do."

You leaned closer to him. "Happy Anniversary."

Sam's eyes went so wide you'd think they fell out. You could see the panic run through him.

"It's fine, Sam." You chuckled at his bug-eyed look.

"I forgot our anniversary." Guilt filled his features.

You brushed a lock of hair out of Sam's face, your hand resting on his cheek. "Sam, honey. It's fine. I had a feeling you'd forget, so that's why I wanted to plan this trip."

"But-" You shushed him.

"We had a lot of stuff on our plate with hunting, and honestly, all I wanted for you to do is relax."

Sam still didn't look convinced; his lips pulled into a thin line.

"Sammy, it's fine. You don't have to worry about a gift or anything. Your gift to me can be you finally not worrying about research or killing monsters, okay?" You reassured him with a gentle smile.

You knew that he'd beat himself over not remembering or getting you a gift. Sam pressed his lips together before nodding.

"Fine. I'll make it up to you in a different way then."

Your head tilted to one side as your small smile turned into a curious one. "How?"

Sam flipped the two of you over. Your bare back hit the mattress again with Sam hovering over you, wearing a devilish smirk.

"By keeping you in this bed and making sure you're not able to walk when I'm done with you."

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

Being Sick but Dean Winchester’s your BF Headcanons ✨

✨ Dean Winchester x Reader ✨

Minors! Go away! Don’t interact! I don’t have a witty joke but I still don’t want you here! ¡Adios!

A/N: okay now that they’re gone… I’m sick! Some sort of nasty cold shit. Also I have the fucking la la land piano riff stuck in my head. So, more headcanons!!! (As opposed to a “proper” fic. For Dean ofc. It’s okay, it’ll come eventually)

Icons by me, all notes-especially commentary- are extremely appreciated!!

Content Warnings: if you’ve read the others it’s along the same vein, cute but still spicy enough to warrant that 18+ rating. Reader’s GN but AFAB.

Enjoy!

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

-okay so first of all, being sick sucks. Whether it’s a runny nose, a headache, throat pain (get your mind out of the gutter), stomach aches, whatever- it fucking sucks.

-but it sucks a little less when you have Dean Winchester taking care of you

-this man knows how to take care of any common virus or cold. Years of taking care of his little brother meant that he could never be sick and that if he was it had to go fast, because he believed he always needed to be able to take care of Sammy first and foremost.

-once he sees you sniffling he’ll bench you from whatever job you guys are working. Immediately. No ifs, ors, ands, buts or coconuts about it.

-once the job is over he’ll come home. If you’re up and moving he’ll sling you over his shoulder or pick you up bridal style, and throw you (in a loving way) down on the couch or bed, depending on where you want to lay.

-he’ll snuggle you a little, and then take a quick shower so as not to get whatever it is you have. He’ll give you whatever blankets and drinks you want, and then head off to the kitchen

-his go-to is to make a vat of chicken noodle soup, extra lemony for vitamin c. He’ll usually either add some chilis to the soup or put some in a salad for you to help clean your system out. And it will always be better than fine dining.

-of course he cooks shirtless, and he’ll come back into the room with a big bowl of soup and your salad ready, cookies still in the oven. He’ll be wearing sweatpants and a ‘kiss the cook’ apron with nothing under it. And if you weren’t sick, you’d definitely do what the apron asked.

-he’ll help you sit up so you can eat it, putting a pillow on your lap so that the bowl doesn’t burn you and wiping your hair out of your face. If your hot he brings a bandana that he dunked in ice water and ties it around your head, if your cold he brings more blankets

-he hates that he can’t touch you or hug you when your miserable like this, but he does his best.

-while you’re eating he’ll talk about the hunt, keeping it as light and funny as possible- probably whatever he and Sam bickered about, the sights he saw, the food, etc

-and he’ll put on whatever you’d like him to. Preferably Gilmore Girls, but he ain’t gonna influence you

-when you’re done he’ll take the empty bowls to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink for Sammy to do them when he gets back to the bunker.

-he’ll grab the cookies, and bring a little plate of them over, and then sit on the sofa in the Dean cave so that your calves are draped over his thighs. If you’re in bed he’ll just lay on the opposite side, occasionally stroking your back comfortingly

-he checks your temperature from time to time, and always adapts according to your sickness. If it’s stomach bug he’s got a trash can beside the bed/couch and is ready to hold your hair. If it’s strep throat he’s gone honey. If it’s literally anything he’s probably got some kind of temporary remedy

-now (you know what time it is 🌶️)

-if you get a little hot n bothered while your sick

-and no I don’t mean hot from the fever

-but like the other kind

-and he can tell

-well, there’s a home remedy for that too 😏

-and you’ll warn him against it, not wanting to get him sick, but he’ll shush you, kissing your belly and pulling your sleep shorts and underwear down in one go

-he’ll kiss all up your legs, making you wish so, so much that you could make out with him

-but he won’t tease. Not when his sweetheart isn’t feeling well.

-so he’ll get as close to your dripping heat as he can, not making you move at all, because he knows you’re comfy on your little bed of pillows and his blankets

-and then he’ll nudge his nose against your clit, the only teasing he’ll do before diving in

-he’s gentle though. Not dissimilar to how he is in the mornings (Shameless plug, sorry not sorry haha)

-he’ll go nice and slow, adding his fingers as he goes, one at a time

-he uses one to gather your wetness and spread it over your poor bud

-and then adds another to scissor into your heat, massaging your spongey walls

-and by the third finger slowly yet deliberately filling you up, along with his mouth on your clit, he’ll have you coming, feeling so much better in one regard

-he’ll lap it all up, careful not to overstimulate you before pressing a sweet kiss to your belly, just as he did before he went down

-he’ll then get up and draw you a bath, helping you pee and then get into the tub

-he’ll dry your hair and then help you into a fresher set of pjs, and lay with you until you fall asleep, then turn off the tv and any lights before getting back in bed.

-and even though he has to sleep a little away from you he can’t help but hold you hand while you sleep, even if it means risking getting sick too

-and if you wake up in the middle of the night, he will too, ready to do whatever you need him to

-he loves you, and it’s he loves knowing that you love him too and would also take care of him if he were in your shoes

-so yeah

-sweet cutie pie caretaker ass with the greener-than-pines eyes gah

-I rest my case

If you have any ideas for headcanons and/or fics my ask box is always open!!

Xx!

[prentissluvr]

nobody talks about this look and it is so colossally important to me

[grimmixxart]

:[BATIM] Tamed Demon: 𓆩♡𓆪

Maybe my last halloween drawing??

My BATIM ocs! Bonnie and Sammy~ Nun and Demon costumes, I missed them~ Was nice drawing them again heh UwU Art, Bonnie and Sammy by me <3 Please dont use, steal or whatever my oc/sona thank you ♥

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[prentissluvr]

BROOOOO DONT SAY THATTTTT (i’ve been thinking about this do not stop)

YOU CAN’T JUST FUCKIGN GIVE US SWEATER VEST SAM AND THEN YANK HIM AWAY. BRING HIM BACK RN 🙏

[atakeflight]

request muses 002

[zkylearnstherope]

Victim [An Analysis]

These are my interpretations of the scenes/images shown in the episode Victim. Spoiler warning.

Time to redeem myself from that embarassing AvGeometry Analysis. The AvPhysics one was good though, you should check that out if you haven't yet.

[Part 1] - Part 2 - Part 3

victim and the others know that there is a connection from the PCs to the Outernet.

He roughly knows where the PCs are.

The Outernet has a name ______ Monde.

Being his wife, Mitsi knew about the existence of Animators.

It was Mitsi's idea to build a Repair Business.

They eventually hired more people.

Reminder! Have a nice day! - M ♥

Mitsi was a good boss.

vic made sure that Mitsi has a view of the sunset in her office. Mitsi loves watching the sunset.

It was a successful business.

Looks like Agent is not only the Security Guard, but also their Secretary too.

Incident Report

Someone tried to steal the UI Tools. We can assume that these were either rare, or only vic has them. But Agent was able to take them back because they finally invented the UI Toolbar. Agent will be seen wearing it from this point forward.

CEO Mitsi with the view of the sunset.

vic loves to joke around about his head being a donut, and Mitsi finds it funny each time.

The initial design for the Memory Machine.

His room was more colorful before. The light bulbs were a memorabilia of their first dance. Indigo blanket.

Why did it have to happen in their founding anniversary? 😭

So handsome.

This is the same room where The Box is.

Nuzzles.

He didn't even see her disappear! He was laughing while his back was turned. 😭

Two more disappeared when he turned to pick up Mitsi's hat. He still didn't know what was happening at this point.

This is 100% The Box room.

Sammy (the short figure behind him) was the first one he saw disappear with the Green light.

Everybody was starting to realize what was happening.

The Agent's official name is not the same as the name in here.

Agent was NOT able to bring the UI Toolbar with him. He's powerless again from this point forwards.

These thumbnails getting deleted could mean that their uploaded files in the server were gone as well. That same 0s and 1s animation is the same one that The Salads got when Dark stabbed them with the Virablades.

This could mean that stickfigures are recoverable as long as their server files remain intact. But in this case, their server files were deleted first.

This doesn't bode well for Agent.

This is the only time we see that Dark was the one shooting the fire blasts.

This panning shot was horrifyingly beautiful.

That thumbnail initially looks like the Royals are a happy family. Purple looks back at his parents, possibly initiating a hug.

It's entirely plausible that Navy only gained the obsession of strength and power because of this event as well.

Agent finally arrives. Remember, in vic's POV, these two disappeared mere seconds of one another. All the stuff shown only happened in seconds.

That black guy on the right is running in circles.

[Part 1] - Part 2 - Part 3

[marginofthought]

Sam who likes being fucked raw by Dean. Sam begging Dean to breed him when they have sex for the last time because Dean has just one day left to live before he goes to Hell 💔 And when he comes back, Sam is at four months pregnant.

Ugh, yes please. 

They only do it raw on special occasions, both not really wanting to risk getting Sam pregnant and knowing that male birth control doesn’t work too well. But Sam loves it, looks forward to every birthday and christmas and other time he can convince him to forgo the condom.

This isn’t a good occasion but it’s still an occasion and so Sam begs and begs until Dean relents and throws the condom back into his duffel. 

Sam is on his hands and knees, his back arched as Dean pounds into him, deep, oh so deep. Sam loves it, moans for it, asks Dean oh so sweetly to please breed him. He’d be all “please fill me up big brother, get me sloppy” and “give me something to remember you by”. 

And well, Dean can’t resist that, can he? He fucks deep and rough into Sam, making sure to push in as deep as he can in order to make Sam feel it even days later. 

He grunts and groans as he comes deep inside his little brother, going “milking me so good, Sammy. Gonna give you every last drop.” 

Sam would push a pillow or two under his hips when Dean finally pulls out and he’d refuse to be cleaned up and slur “nah, gotta keep it”

Whether it’s the other two times Dean comes real deep inside his brother that night or whether Sam had been kinda sloppy with his birth control in the past few weeks…the end result is the same.

And when Bobby says he hasn’t really seen Sam around while Dean was in hell, it’s not because of Ruby but because he didn’t know how to explain the baby bump he is sporting ♥

[prentissluvr]

THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS BROOOOO

that sassy walk tho inspired by this post by @prentissluvr

[diminuel]

Little birthday boy doodle :D

Happy birthday, Sammy! ♥