#Flickered Faith

[zeanie-arts]

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[spidermanpreviously]

Just made a playlist with 305 songs and is 17 hours long. It contains every one direction song, and all their solo music 😘

[bloodydeanwinchester]

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT - now posted

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summary below:

There are two Dean Winchesters in hospital beds.

One, recently saved from hell, has just learned that he’s the one who jump-started the apocalypse and, because of this, he’s also the only one who can stop it.

The other, years earlier, has just learned he’s going to die.

******

It would have been nice to have had the angel’s healing mojo in the past. But when it comes down to it, it’s not them he wishes they’d had the angels around to save. It’s everyone else—all of the people they hadn’t been able to save. Or worse, the ones that they’d damned.

In particular, he can’t stop thinking about Layla. The girl who'd had more faith than Dean could ever dream of. He was chosen to be healed when she had deserved it so much more. Before the other night, he hadn’t thought about her in years. He’s been too much of a coward to look her up because he knows what he’ll find. She’d told him she only had six months, and that time was up long ago. There’s no way she’s still around to save now.

But angels can do a hell of a lot more than just heal people. They can travel back in time too.

or

What if season 4 Dean and Cas time-traveled back to 1x12 Faith to save Layla?

thank you liv @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie-art for making the graphic<333

[aguuuua]

nouis 💙🧡

[str4nge-4rt]

FAITHPOSTING ONCE AGAIN

⚠️ Flashing/flickering ⚠️

this isnt the website for video sharing but that has never stopped me <3

song: The Mind Electric - Chonny Jash

reblogs > likes 💕

[bookwyrminspiration]

it's so unbelievably refreshing to have such honest and open communication between love interests. Liberty explaining to Anequs they'd be in severe danger if they courted, Anequs telling Theod it'd be risky if they courted openly--but her saying she'd love to later with both of them, when it was safe. and no one gets upset about it and everyone understands, even though they're disappointed. now that i'm saying this out loud--"wow its so great that people who love each other talk to each other about their feelings maturely"--i think maybe my bar was. a little bit damaged and low damn

[toxickeyboard]

Cw: flashing lights

HAI AMY MARTIN FANS !!!!

Sorry that this took so long and that it’s low quality. But I made Amy Martin Blinkies!!!!! These are free for anyone to use but credit is appreciated!

Sorry about it being off-center, I tried fixing it but wasn’t able to.

[onedirectobsession]

I just realized I may have been using the wrong tag for Louis on some of my posts 😭

[therelignedstars]

//A small headcanon for Rose. She's an empath so she can feel other people's emotions, but she can't differentiate between hers and others a majority of the time. As such, she gets overwhelmed quite easily, especially in her younger years.

[flickerbuckley]

My Thoughts On I Was Born For This by Alice Oseman

I don't think I can put into words how much I Was Born For This by Alice Oseman destroyed me. I wasn't in the best mindspace anyway, but it was almost like Alice took a look at my fangirl brain, plucked a few bits out, and put it into what made Angel, Angel.

I've been a part of the One Direction fandom for years, since X Factor pretty much, so I very much related to when Angel talked about being there since the beginning, seeing 'our boys' grow and move onto to bigger and better things.

Alice really described fandom life so much better than I ever could hope to, because "Being a fan has made me better friends online than ever encountered in real life. It has entered me into a community where people are joining love and passion and hope and join escape. Being a fan is giving me a reason to wake up something to always look forward to something to dream about while I'm trying to fall asleep." I think we as people in fandom, tend to fall in love with an artist as an idea, a concept, which then makes it hard to separate from reality, since really, we know the media perception of a celebrity, not the 3am walking around the kitchen them, as much as we think we do.

A sentence that is going to stick with me for a long, long time is Alice describing a person in fandom's experience as "In an otherwise medicare existence, we choose to feel passion." Because that's what fandom is about really, isn't it? It's the passion we feel listening to the music that our favourite artists put out, staying up until 2, 3am to see them perform on the other side of the world, and sometimes, if we're lucky enough, screaming lyrics and waving flags with so much damn passion at concerts.

And then Juliet asking "How are you going to go through your life loving nothing as much as you have a boy band?" it hits deep even now, but if you had asked me that 2014? 2015? Maybe even 2016? I wouldn't have known how to answer that.

Piero describing it as "But beneath that, and if you took all that away, you fundamentally do not value yourselves. All your love is given away. You leave nothing for yourselves."? That hit home. Because I, at my worst moments in my life, always took the fandom as an escape. I was on Tumblr, I was reading fanfics, I was ignoring real life for this world I had built in my head where The Boys were my Safe Space.

Without sounding too cheesy, One Direction have changed my life, being apart of the One Direction fandom has given me so many incredible things. I might not have gone to any of their concerts but I have made friends and had so many good experiences through that but I have also grown as a person because I found them. Having now gone to Niall's concert, a Max and Harvey concert and am going to Louis's Faith in the Future tour and Harry's Love on Tour in the coming months, I can now firmly say that that passion that we feel so strongly for an artist or a musician comes out in full force at concerts and that isn't something that we should hide away or be ashamed of. It unites us, no matter who we are or where we come from.

And I feel that now, maybe 5 years into this break, maybe I don't have to close this chapter, but I can press pause on my journey with them. I can go onto experience other things using what I have found because of them.

Because in the wise words of Piero, "There comes a point where you have to help yourself. Believe in yourself."

[zeanie-arts]

Not the best at posting regularly but! More content!

[freepassbound]

I don't know how to talk about how I truly feel, to loved ones or professionals, or even myself; and I don't know how to tell the people I love how I feel about them.

And I think one day it will be the end of me.

[tired-and-triggered]

The fact that these posts are from 2 FUCKING YEARS AGO is crazy to me... We're really still the same. We never gave up. We never lost hope. We're still waiting for a reunion that's never gonna come.

We are DIRECTIONERS.

12 YEARS OF ONE DIRECTION

[rotteneldritchhorror]

i need to draw art of my characters but also im lazy and tired sooooo...

ill do it later

but i will let you know that i made a transfemme wolf-coded giant demon lady who i will be frequently imagining tearing into a pomagranate with her claws and eating ravenously

thank you, goodnight, dont worry about the symbolism of that, just dont worry about it /j

[aguuuua]

nouis y lilo se ha hecho trending en x (twitter) por las interacciones de louis con niall y liam 💙🧡❤️

[rafesangelita]

⊹₊⟡⋆♡ cowboy!rafe always snuck into farmer's!daughter!reader's room to give her a goodnight kiss.. but what happens when their innocent little kiss turns into something much more?

warnings: sweet fluff, flirty banter, brief flashback, daddy kink lol, sneaking around, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rafe covering your mouth, crying, overstimulation

a/n: i’ll be opening req’s soon! lately here i’ve been wanting to get out some of my own prompts since over half of my works are all req’s.. but i’m excited to see what you girlies send me! find more of farmer’s!daughter!reader and cowboy!rafe here <3

wc: 1.2k

“open up, doll face.” you sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as rafe lightly tapped on your window. he made you so giddy, you scrambled up from the warmth of your sheets, unlocking the hatch before helping him climb in. “i thought you weren’t coming..” you whispered, pouting up at him as he snickered. “y’gotta have faith in me, sweetheart. when have i missed a goodnight’s kiss?” rafe cupped your face, both of you smiling against each other’s lips before melting into one another.

you always felt so warm and fuzzy inside when you and rafe got to share your secret little moments together, the simplicity of just being together without having to worry about someone catching you two made both of your hearts swell. rafe knew how to sweep you off your feet with a single kiss, a string of giggles tumbling from your mouth as he not-so-quietly threw you onto your bed. “rafe!” you scolded him, your heart beating in your ears as he slotted himself between your thighs.

“my daddy is next door! what if he hears..” you slapped his chest playfully, the man above you arching a brow. “daddy? i thought i was your daddy.” your cheeks heated in embarrassment when you recalled the quickie you two had in the barn not too long ago. rafe had you bent over a hay bale, his thrusts making you unable to speak until he asked you the golden question.

“hmmph! fuckin’ say it. tell me what i wanna hear, who’s your fuckin’ daddy?”

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, rafe smiled as he shook his head down at you. “you just thought about it, didn’t you?” snapping you out of your flashback daze, you laughed when he leaned down and pressed a wet kiss to the column of your throat. he smelled like soap, the slight stubble on his cheeks tickling your skin. as if your hips had a mind of their own, you grinded your clothed cunt against rafe’s thigh, a whimper leaving your lips at the lack of friction.

“hey,” rafe cupped your tits through your flimsy night top, “you thought i wasn’t coming tonight, right? that’s what you said.” your eyebrows knitted in confusion before a gasp slipped from your mouth. “yes..” rafe trailed a hand underneath the waistband of your sleep shorts. “so why don’t you have any panties on?” you froze, eyes flickering down to where rafe ran a finger between your folds. keening, you couldn’t help the moan from leaving your lips.

rafe stared at you for a moment, his eyes growing dark as he clamped a hand over your mouth. “i’ve been thinking about this pussy all day. ‘think you can stay quiet for me?” of course you couldn’t.. and rafe knew that. you stared at him with wide eyes, butterflies fluttering in your tummy when he took himself out of his pants. “i mean it. we don’t want your old man chasing me down with that shotgun of his, now do we?” you shook your head, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt the head of his cock prod at your entrance.

you shrieked, his hips rolling into yours as he slowly bottomed out inside your cunt. if it wasn’t for rafe’s hand muffling your scream you’re sure both of you would be in deep trouble right now. rafe rested his head on your pillow, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he started thrusting. feeling his weight on top of you like this had easily become your favorite thing, the closeness of it all made your heart sing. “fuck, i could never get used to this.. ‘feels like the first time all the time.” he grunted.

you held onto his wrist, your thighs hugging his waist as he kissed the side of your face. “taking me so fuckin’ good, you were made for me, yeah?” you whined, your eyes watering as rafe continuously hit that soft spot inside of you. your headboard started hitting the wall, a smirk gracing your boyfriend’s features. “rafe!” you whispered, tearing his hand away from your face. “s-slow down!” you attempted to push him away while simultaneously trying to keep your noises to yourself.

rafe picked up his pace, wrapping a hand around your throat. “can’t..” you shook your head, your chest rising and falling as the knocking of your headboard only got louder. rafe cursed under his breath when you cried out, working fast to get you turned over so he could push your head into the pillows. “what did i tell you?!” he scolded, landing a smack to your ass. you didn’t have any time to react to the stinging sensation on your backside, your orgasm washing over you once rafe started stroking your clit.

you fisted the sheets underneath you, biting down on your lip as white hot pleasure blinded your vision. rafe made no attempt to soothe you, instead he wrapped your hair around his fist, pulling you up as he nipped at the sensitive skin in the curve of your neck. “sweetheart?” you gasped when your father’s voice sounded from the other side of your bedroom door. you cleared your throat, frozen in place as your door knob rattled. “answer him.” rafe spoke in your ear, his tone sending a shiver down your spine.

“what?!” you stammered, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks as rafe continued to rub hard circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “answer him or i’ll make you scream.” you wanted to shoot a sassy ‘you already did’, but you didn’t dare chance it. your chin wobbled, your mouth falling open in a silent moan. “y-yes?!” you called out, glaring at rafe over your shoulder when the sound of his hips slamming into you bounced off of the walls. “you alright in there?” you bit the back of your hand, your head falling weakly.

“is this a girl thing or somethin’, should i call your aunt?” your cheeks heated, a chuckle sounding from the man behind you. “no! i’m o-okay!” rafe pulled your hair again, his lips close to your ear as he whispered the dirtiest things you’ve ever heard. “what would your pops think, huh? catching his perfect little angel getting fucked like this..” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your knees slipping out from under you when rafe pushed you flat on your sheets.

“alright.. goodnight!” you ignored your father’s voice, the only thing your brain allowing you to process was rafe cumming inside of you, his fingers digging harshly into the flesh of your hips. “shittt,” he hissed, “son of a— fuck!” it was his turn to cover his mouth, his muscles constricting as you practically milked him for all he had. you reveled in the feeling of his hot cum filling you up, the thick ropes still connecting you two even after he pulled out.

you sighed, both you and rafe panting in the small space that was your room. “you okay, doll?” rafe kneeled down at your side, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your lips. blinking at him, you nodded before pulling him next to you. “it’s really late..” you yawned, glancing at the little clock on your bedside table. “i know.” rafe grumbled. there was nothing he hated more than having to leave you like this. wrapping his arms around your waist, rafe waited until you fell asleep before slipping out of your window again.