#Destiel with lime

[tiktaalic]

What was the destiel wedding?

After November 2020. The actors for ellen (owner of the roadhouse) and ash (guy who hung out at the roadhouse all the time) starting RP-ing running the roadhouse bar on twitter. Quote tweeting each other with stuff like dammit ash I told you we needed more limes! Etc etc. it was cute and silly. As we approached the week of February 14th 2021. Their roleplaying started talking about how they had a Big Event coming up. And how they needed to get pink and white balloons. Cake. Champagne. Etc. people went. Oh destiel wedding? Destiel wedding tonight queen? Destiel wedding? Only to get to Feb 14th and for the actors to both go You’re crazy we didn’t say ANYTHING about a destiel wedding anyway here’s my Etsy you can buy crystals off of. But at this point people had already started wedding posting. And destiel trended on twitter above royal baby announcement. So everyone went sad well we’re marrying them anyway and spent the day wedding posting. There were people making like mock up wedding invitations guest lists catering lists arguments over color scheme and flowers. There was an ensuing project where someone made post cards + letters from their honey moon road trip. There is a destiel wedding album on google drive which is mostly art but the dash was nonstop text posts about what was happening at the wedding what crowley and rowena claire jack Mary etc were doing at it. I think I have a tag called #wedding posting. But if you go to any supernatural blog archive for February 14th 2021 you will see all this. Which is how we arrive at. Valentine’s Day wedding anniversary

[mielwriting]

Your tag about the tumblr post gave me the urge to test how much I got for fun. I've been here too long. In order:

David Karp made tumblr and people were Like That about him

Dunno if this has specific context, though using tons of gifs and having a personal folder of them was a thing.

Heritage post with way too many additions all following the format [big fandom] fans grab your [associated weapon] to 'defend' tumblr

There used to be a dumb thing about 'fandom tumblr' vs 'hipster tumblr' (the latter basically being aesthetic blogs)

Self-explanatory, spn was popular and destiel was a ship

Glomping is tackle-hugging someone. It might be on here just to up the cringe factor.

Missing e was a browser extension that added very useful QoL improvements to tumblr like more streamlined reblogging and an outbox.

John Green was on tumblr and well-known for it.

Doctor who and sherlock references. SPN+dr who+sherlock was an unholy fandom trio you couldn't avoid even if you were into none of them.

SPN actor I think.

Somewhat obnoxious but well-intentioned heritage post from when supporting gay rights was still radical in western countries. What it says on the tin.

This might have been another heritage post. People hamming up how [specific popular fandom character] taught them [thing].

2000s fandom stuff. Lemons means nsfw.

Hannibal stuff

Welcome to night vale reference?

Thank you, o wise Tumblr Veteran!

Seriously, thank you. This is very helpful for a newbie. I know about John Green, and I've heard things about SuperWhoLock, and am kinda familiar with using citrus fruits as fruit warnings (what's the difference between lemon and lime?).

also. And feel free to monologue at me here. What's Welcome to Night Vale?

[payphoneangel]

💖 Get to know me better tag game 💖

dohoho ty for the tag @spiritmunie <333

3 ships: uhhh not sure if this is like, current or of-all-time so I guess I'll just say the three to most recently occupy the bulk of my brainspace dedicated to shipping-- destiel, Thanatos/Zagreus, and klance.... Huh. Apparently my ideal relationship duo is "goofy bisexual tryhard with and air of profound sadness to him" and "Autism"

First Ever Ship: these bitches

This would be Nellie Brie and Reed Daley, from An American Tail: The Mystery of the Night Monster. I was shipping before i even knew what shipping was

Last Song: If I Get High by Nothing But Thieves

Last Movie: Everything Everywhere All at Once

Currently Reading: Well I just recently finished Timeline by Michael Crichton and upon visiting my mom she gave me uhhh the first three books in the girl with a dragon tatt series so I guess I'll be reading those next?

Currently Watching: 15 of the best [color] dresses in cinematic history series by Modergurlz (on Youtube), White Hot: the rise and fall of Abercrombie and Fitch, and i just finished s1 of Bridgerton lol

Currently Consuming: Lime cucumber gatorade babey

Currently Craving: the ability to breathe through my nostrils

Tagging some peeps i'd love to get to know better (if you feel so inclined to play): @afeelingsosweet @chronicpainnatural @shallowseeker @queenflara @gryptids

[couch-sociologist]

Im not a US citizen in the slightest but i just love how much of a show their politics can put out. Look, this one has been shot! The other one is dropping out! Watch out, a woman! What even is the context of a coconut tree?? Why is everything aggresively lime green? And most importantly, why is my first source of information destiel memes

[getinthering]

got my corona. got my lime. time for destiel fics

[violetheart77]

I CAME AS SOON AS I HEARD—

[demonlandline]

happy birthday beloved Sana (@jactingjoices) adore you <3

he’s gift wrapped

[lifblogs]

Almost smutty Destiel fic with Dean being dramatic af. 570 words.

“I want you in me,” Dean stated.

“Dean, I already have a vessel.”

Dean lowered his head to quickly hide his blush. He tried to focus on his tablet that was in front of him. What was he researching again? God, he didn’t know. How could he when Castiel was sitting on the table beside him and his massive thighs were right there? And holy shit, the fact that he was stronger than a human, and he had been flipping through a book with those beautiful hands, and—

Right. Focus.

Cas.

Cas Cas Cas.

Well, that wasn’t focusing.

Dean rubbed at the back of his neck. “Uh, that’s not really what I meant.”

Castiel closed his book, and twisted to eye him, putting all his attention on him. Dean didn’t know if he was going to melt or explode on the spot from this.

“What did you mean?” he asked.

Dean coughed, and the heat in his cheeks grew exponentially. If he kept this up he’d burst.

“You know, like um… sex.”

“Then why didn’t you just say so?”

“I did.”

“No, you said you wanted me in you. I’m an angel. That can be taken in many ways. As lovely and beautiful as your body is I think I’ll stick with what I have.”

Okay, yeah, now he was going to blow, blood everywhere. Fuck. Sweat beaded on his forehead and along his neck.

“You… you think I’m lovely? Lovely. That’s so… Cas, are you a hopeless romantic?”

“A what?”

Dean waved his hands in the air as if to get rid of the whole idea. “You know what? Never mind. Look, I’m—I’m asking you for sex. Do you…?”

Castiel leaned in, putting a hand to the side of Dean’s head, thumb caressing his cheekbone. Dean’s mouth fell open from the touch, from Castiel being over him, from those sharp blue eyes looking at him like he knew every single piece of him.

Cas’ voice was low, his thighs shifting, as he said, “I love being in you, Dean.”

Urged on by those words, Dean caressed Cas’ thigh, hand going higher and higher, towards the beautiful line of his hip, just teasing near his pelvis.

Next thing he knew Cas was kissing him, his lips warm and soft, and Dean was glad he was sitting down because he was sure he would’ve collapsed from it. The kiss was hard, passionate, like Cas was trying to be part of all Dean was just through his mouth. Dean wanted more. He leaned in, up, giving himself to him.

Cas gripped his head, and then a hand ran down to his chest, grasping at his shirt. Dean was already palming Cas in between his legs.

When they pulled apart, Dean was panting, staring at Cas, eyes hot.

“Bedroom?” he asked.

“Bedroom,” Castiel agreed.

He got off the table and grasped Dean’s arm. Dean held on tight, arm wrapped around him. Hell, he was sure he needed him to stand up, because already the hot tingling in his lips was rushing down to his core, wrapping around his pelvis with wanton promises. His mind conjured up images of what was to come, of how Cas would lay him out and take him. God, he was so ready for this.

Cas pushed Dean into his room, already taking his coat off, and Dean went for Cas’ tie.

Fuck, this was going to be fun.

[my--possession]

jumping in bc this looks fun!

3 ships: destiel, macdennis, trobed

first ship: uhhh i think percabeth?

last song: vampire money - mcr

currently reading: the hills at home & im gonna actually finish reading it this time i swear

currently watching: 911. also rewatching always sunny in theory but not in practice

relationship status: taken :3

current obsession: 911 i think its becoming a hyperfixation. evan buckley sitting in my mind all hours of the day..

currently craving: sleep

fav color: red or like a really obnoxious sickly sort of lime green

open tags :)

@sunriseverse tagged me in this "nine people id like to get to know better" game ^_^ tyyyy

three ships: danatole (sorry). hélène/dolokhov (idk if they have a ship name?). and um. harrykim (been discoing lately again)

first ship: i swear ive done this exact game before but i dont remember what i put here. a few options that all feel like the same time to me... i want to say the doctor/rose tyler

last song: sonya alone from the great comet. just like halfway thru another relisten its truly all i listen to lately

currently reading: sacred and terrible air. yes finally. idk why it was so hard for me to get past chapter one but now that that only took me like a year im almost halfway through

currently watching: nothing... im bad w tv shows. dungeon meshi i guess but im nowhere near caught up.

relationship status: single and tired of it-_- i just dont want to edate again and im bad at getting to know ppl irl

current obsessions: im normal. and have never heard of any musical adaptations of war and peace.

currently craving: would kill a smoothie rn...

fave color: ermm neon green still prlly

tagging (feel free to ignore if u dont want to ^_^): @druckers @thedarklyblue @johntorrington @communistchilchuck @fathervalley @pariskim @timothylawrence @batmanshole @redlanterns

[universalcas]

⛧ lengthofropes’ milestone celebration: Day 3 - green&pink

Dean/Cas - 1216 words - Rating mature because mentions of activities of sexual nature (nothing explicit). Link to AO3.

Summary: One of the first rules of the bunker family is that you separate your colors from your whites with the dedication you’d put in a open-heart surgery or driving Baby in case Dean is indisposed (indisposed meaning temporary coma, tied to a headboard with a blue tie around his wrists or any other form of incapacitated state). No exceptions.

Taglist (ask to be added/removed):

@iamchillallthetime @xofemeraldstars @endverse @enby-dean @goodgirldean @destiebestie @fallenangelsera @petrichoravellichor @caskarass​ @metallicanatural @autisticgaycastiel @castinkywinky @yeesaac @deanandkastiel @postpunkdean

[praecociadreams]

me and my gf tonight living out our nov 5th canonical destiel the night we met by lord huron feat. phoebe bridgers dean would’ve confessed first truther still beautiful alcoholic because of multiple metanarrative levels of homophobia fantasy @ellies-bicep

[nerdy-philosophy]

Ok so I love fanfiction, like a lot of other people here. I even like the smut/lemon/lime stuff on occasion but I sense there is some lack of some knowledge of the basic rules of the k!nk scene. Fantasy in all its glory but I feel like it might portray an unhealthy image if what the concept really is all about. So if you will grant me a moment of your time, I have some points to make that often are left out of k!nk fics.

1. Trust. When I say trust, I do Not mean blind trust. If the people involved in a carnal act don't already know and trust eachother you generally want to be coucious and I mean all partys. The sub should ALWAYS be in control and let the dom know what they want and it is the doms responsebility to make sure it stays that way. It's easy to slip into subspace which is both amazing and a bit dangerous. A sub is not in their right mind in these cases and should not be made to something new at this point without enthusiastic consent. So both parts are responsible for the act to be safe and trust go both ways.

2. Consent. It might seem obvious but consent is just as important as trust and feeling safe in general. The mantra is "safe, sane and consensual". If two characters are about to do something they haven't done before and one asks after they start doing it to the other party: "is this ok?" they probably should have asked BEFORE they started doing it. Also, if they ask before and then don't get an explicit answer, it is not ok to do it. We don't just want a moan, we want enthusiasm. Preatty self explainatory.

3. Safe words. No always means no, unless explicitly agreed before hand that another word is used instead. Though some might hesitate to use it because you might not want it to end compleatly but you just don't like one thing that happens right now. That is why I was taught the traffic light system: Green=go ahead, Yellow=I'm ok I just need a breather and Red=STAHP! This is also used at a lot of LARPs, at least in the nordic style. That way roleplayers of all sorts can opt out and feel safe without it turning into a huge deal.

It's supposed to be a game, if it isn't, that can be preatty harmful. So that's why some k!nk fics feel really cringy to me but then again, it's still fantasy and fine to write/read about what ever turns your gears. Just know that these are not an actual portrayal of how bdsm practice works in real life.

Hope this stray thought helped someone in some way today.

[more-than-canon]

One of my favourite things is when in a ship one says like babe, hun and other common pet names to their partner who uses personal petnames or beloved

[diminuel]

Art masterpost for @li-izumi‘s DCBB But Water’s Wider

(Click on the pics to see them in better resolution)

I had fun reading and illustrating this story so I hope you’ll head right over to AO3 and read it:

But Water’s Wider by li_izumi

Without his wings to guide his descent after he was banished by the intruder in the Bunker, Castiel crashes into the ground, leaving his body nearly as broken and bruised as his heart. Only his promise to Dean to protect Sam compels Castiel to stand up again. After days of dragging himself back to the Bunker, Castiel discovers that Sam is all right and Dean is alive! What should be a joyous reunion is marred by Castiel’s self-doubts. If the Winchesters don’t need him, and Heaven doesn’t want him, where does Castiel belong?

[Canon divergent from the end of 11x23 Alpha and Omega]

[mile9213]

Look, it's a pick up lime.

[zarauthforsaken]

♥♥♥

I was actually thinking of asking you to write this drabble before you asked for prompts. Castiel works in the booth for a music production company that is letting 5 people record a single because of a radio station giveaway. Everyone is crap. Except the quiet, shy man with the green eyes, beat up guitar, and voice to die for.

(Dude, I could write CHAPTERS about this, but drabble it is!)

Castiel Novak considers himself to be patient. Mild mannered. Even as a calm sea.

Oh, how he wishes that were true.

Currently he’s pushed his glasses up on his forehead to rub at the bridge of his nose where an astonishing power headache behind his eyes. 

He wants to burn the local alt-rock station to the ground. No, he wants to burn all radio stations to the ground. Who the hell thought it was a good idea to giveaway recording studio time? Especially when the only prerequisite had been, “dial the phone fastest.” No auditions, no sifting through, just be one of the lucky callers.

The contest isn’t paying dividends. But Castiel is paid to do this for one hour per person, so he drops his headphones around his neck while winner #1 pterodactyl screeches her way through a Top 50 synth-hit. He doesn’t even have to listen to know what to say and when. “That’s great, Becky,” he says blankly. “Let’s run through it one more time.”

The only saving grace about it being today and not tomorrow is that today he doesn’t have to actually listen. They screech, scream, growl, and voice-crack their way through their songs, and Castiel records it all. Tomorrow is going to suck because he will have to listen. Lay the tracks to best effect and somehow pull together a passable mastertape to send to them.

He’s not sure why he bothers with professional pride. Becky thinks she’s hot shit and hasn’t hit a note head on since she opened her mouth forty-five minutes ago. She wouldn’t notice the difference. But Castiel will autotune her to death if only to save himself some minor ear bleeding later.

Garth at least can carry a tune, but leaves Castiel with the vague worry that the lanky man thinks he actually is Johnny Cash.

Benny can’t sing his way out of… well, anything, but he doesn’t pretend to. He follows the adage, “when in doubt, sing loud.”

Jo is okay, but so nervous that she ends up forgetting all the lyrics.

Castiel is just sitting back in his chair hoping to embrace the sweet silence of death, when Dean ambles into the recording studio carrying a truly tragic looking guitar. He sits on the stool and waits for Castiel to stop staring.

It takes a minute, but then, Castiel remembers the rest of his day and thinks, the pretty ones are usually the worst. He sighs. Clicks on the microphone. “What will you be singing today?”

In a melodious baritone, Dean leans towards the microphone and simply says, “Lynyrd Skynyrd.”

Castiel shrugs. He can’t possibly give a shit anymore. “Whenever you’re ready.”

His guitar work is a bit sloppy off the cuff, but it only takes two seconds for Castiel to recognize Simple Man. He only has a moment to mourn the murder of a classic, because when Dean starts singing, Castiel shoots up ramrod straight in his seat.

Clearly, Dean doesn’t know anything about recording. He’s slumps over his guitar and doesn’t consider the position of the microphone because his voice fades in and out a little bit when he sways. 

He’s gorgeous and he’s good. Castiel would record a dozen - a hundred people to hear something like Dean’s understated, heartfelt, blessedly on tune voice.

He can’t even believe it when Dean finishes singing. It feels like he’d just started a second a go. But he places his hands over the strings and the song is over.

Castiel opens his mouth. Closes it. He could cry. He tosses off his headphones and stalks to the recording room. When the door flies open, Dean looks surprised. He blinks at Castiel. Gapes. His ears turn an interesting shade of red.

Castiel wants to kiss him to sausage both his attraction and his gratitude. But instead he says, “you’re the best singer who’s been here all day. You’re the best I’ve heard in months. But you suck at recording.” He jabs his finger out almost angrily. “Sit up straight and sing directly into the mic. I’m going to get another one for your guitar. If you keep moving around and depriving me of your voice, I’ll lose my mind.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dean says faintly, shell-shocked.

Castiel stalks back to the door and whips around again. “Do you know other songs?”

“Yeah,” Dean says, a small smile blooming on his full lips. “Tons.”

Castiel waves a hand. “I want to hear them all.”

Those green eyes warm further. “Got no other plans tonight.” He’s almost cheeky.

Castiel smirks. “Yes, you do. You’re going to sing me to sleep.” He closes the door behind him leaving Dean laughing beautifully behind him.