#Ramble on

[sanguineterrain]

wanna trap him in a snowglobe and shake him so hard he flies with the glitter; wanna toss him in olive oil, garlic and herbs and bake him at 350° until crispy; wanna bite his jugular and suck until he passes out; wanna keep him in my dark, brooding castle and pine for him as he befriends my talking furniture; wanna squeeze him like he's the ripest mango at the fruit stand; wanna track him through the savannah with my watchful gaze like a cheetah does a wounded gazelle. are you picking up what i'm putting down

[hermscat]

Soooo, just come out of the Jensen Meet and Greet with him and Danneel and as no NDA's were requested I feel its ok to answer the Winchesters/Zeppelin question straight from the horses mouth!

Apparently it DOES cost a LOT of money even to be considered by the band so Jensen confirmed that he didn't take a salary for that episode, they took money from some of the other production costs and higher up the food chain and then asked nicely!

He also confirmed that the band only agree to usage for brands that they respect so obviously The Winchesters got the seal of approval.

Mind you, as Jensen said, he'd like to think his son's name didn't hinder their cause!!!

[capncunt]

[soggycheesefry]

Skinamarink (2023) but without any context.

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

Tattooed

A/N: A Dean Drabble requested by @wings-of-a-raven to help me write... SOMETHING. Thank you for the prompt baby, ILY

W/C: More than the 200 words requested, but less than 500

@kazosa @lovealways-j @deanwinchesterswitch

Summary: Dean takes you to get ink

“Sweetheart, I promise you, it’s not going to hurt.”

“Doubtful,” you muttered as you looked out the passenger window of the Impala, watching the buildings slowly going by on Main Street.

Dean pondered your response and cleared his throat. “Alright, well… it won’t hurt as bad as a demon using you as a meat suit.”

You turned and gave him a rueful glare before looking back out the window as Dean maneuvered his baby into an empty spot in front of the neon sign that flashed “TATTOOS”.

“Besides, I don’t know why you’re acting so afraid of a little pinch. I’ve seen you get tossed across the room half a dozen times. Watched your bones break and still pulled off beheading a vamp. Hell, last month alone I sewed you up at least five times, and you didn’t flinch. Once.”

“I know… this is just… different.”

Dean turned off the Impala while his gaze continued straight ahead. “That’s crap. There’s a reason you’re scared and I wanna know why.” He turned to look at you. When you didn’t acknowledge him, he gently took your chin between his fingers and guided your face so you would be looking at him. “C’mon, I thought we were past all this and that you trusted us. Trusted me.”

“I do trust you, Dean. This just feels so permanent.”

Dean snorted a laugh and sighed. “Well, yeah. Tattoos are pretty permanent.”

“No… I mean getting this tattoo is a permanent link to hunting; to living this crazy ass life that I don’t know if I am ready to live. Also,” you paused, knowing the ridicule you were about to endure, “I hate needles, a lot.”

"C'mon, I promise you everything will be okay. And ya know, if you ARE in pain afterwards, I have plenty of ways to keep you distracted." Dean paused, a devilish smirk on his lips.

That smile–there was no way you could resist it. You slid closer to him, your fingers lightly stroking the back of his neck and your lips hovering close to his. "Would you even do that thing I love?" You asked softly, raising a seductive brow. 

"God yes."

"Okay," you whispered, then kissed him tenderly. "Let's get this over with so we can get home and you can take care of me."

You glided your hand down his arm, and to the top of his thigh. Just the hint of of what was to come made his jeans snug.

"Heh, yeah… um, why don't you head on in. I'm gonna need a minute."

Unable to hide your amusement, you got out of the car, paused, and bent down to say one last thing before closing the door.

"Just for the record, I'm scared to death of this life, but it's worth every second, long as I do it with you."

With that, you closed the car door and headed in, ready to be branded a hunter for life.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Led Zeppelin - Ramble On

[starstofillmydream]

No one is doing it like Ramble On. No one is doing it like her. Ramble On is that girl.

[firethatgrewsolow]

Why did Zep never play Ramble On live? I know they tossed pieces of it in different medleys and things, but I think it’s criminal that they never played the full song live. Was it maybe because they couldn’t replicate the intro? That would stand to reason because at the O2 show they changed the arrangement at the beginning. Or maybe it didn’t have broad appeal? I guess I’m biased as it’s one of my favorite songs. Much like Over the Hills, I think it’s a great blend of “light and shade.” And I think it would’ve lent itself to a really cool jam as the song was ending. 

[myimaginaryradio]

Ramble On - Led Zeppelin

[breezingby]

Led Zeppelin ~ Ramble On (Remaster)

~ ♫♪♫ ~

Leaves are falling all around It's time I was on my way Thanks to you I'm much obliged For such a pleasant stay But now it's time for me to go The autumn moon lights my way For now I smell the rain And with it pain And it's headed my way

Ah, sometimes I grow so tired But I know I've got one thing I got to do

Ramble on And now's the time, the time is now To sing my song I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl On my way I've been this way ten years to the day Ramble on Gotta’ find the queen of all my dreams

Got no time for spreadin' roots The time has come to be gone And through our health we drank a thousand times It's time to ramble on

~ ♫♪♫ ~

Ramble on And now's the time, the time is now To sing my song I'm going 'round the world, I got to find my girl On my way I've been this way ten years to the day I gotta’ ramble on I gotta’ find the queen of all my dreams

~ ♫♪♫ ~

I ain't tellin' no lie

~ ♫♪♫ ~

Mine's a tale that can't be told My freedom I hold dear How years ago in days of old When magic filled the air 'T was in the darkest depths of Mordor I met a girl so fair But Gollum, and the evil one Crept up and slipped away with her Her, her, yeah Ain't nothing I can do, no

I guess I keep on rambling I'm gonna, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sing my song (I gotta’ find my baby) I gotta’ ramble on, sing my song Gotta’ work my way around the world baby, baby Ramble on, yeah Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, my baby Doo, doo, doo, doo Doodoo doodoo doodoo doodoo doodoo

I gotta’ keep searching for my baby (Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby) I gotta’ keep-a-searchin' for my baby (My, my, my, my, my, my, my baby) Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I can't find my bluebird I listen to my bluebird sing I can't find my bluebird I keep rambling, baby I keep rambling, baby

[sanguineterrain]

Jason calling me princess in a sassy, sarcastic way and then slowly softening and calling me princess with the most love and care a person can put into a single word would fix me I think

[flerterevival]

media literacy gives you the power to acknowledge queer characters that don’t really get to explore this side of their sexuality. laura palmer might be a nymphomaniac to you, a men obssessed teen girl to you but to me and my big brain she’s this lesbian stuck on this cycle of sexual abuse where she find herself doing it over and over again to men so she claim some power back from all the abuse that messed her up. in a way she is unvictimizing herself every time she let some man whom she has no sentiment for claim her body. she’s also in love with her best friend that is also the only person who’s able to see her truly and whole, and that’s because laura allows her to

[capncunt]

i need him in a way that’s concerning to feminism

[soggycheesefry]

I cried 90% more times than I thought I was going to during the Waitress the Musical proshot today, and if I don’t require that proshot asap I will cry the other 10%

[incorrectmahabharatquotes]

This poll is for the three people that care about the podcast.

- Mod S

[rambleonwithrosie]

That late night feeling that no one has ever been gentle with you your entire life but part of you is self aware enough to know that you played a part in keeping them away but that doesn't make the ache any less