#STOP THE PRESSES

[withclawsandsympathy]

ROSEWOOD

Art: @witchy-worm

Writing: @withclawsandsympathy (AO3: callsigntango)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Other Tags: Angst, Animal Death, Case Fic, Claustrophobia, Mentions of Torture, Mild Body Horror, We Talk About Purgatory

Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: Months after Mrs. Butters leaves the bunker, intent on finding a home of her own, a peaceful section of pines set deep into the American heartland becomes anything but. Haunted by Purgatory at every turn, and forced to confront the consequences of decades of torture and abandonment at the hands of his predecessors, Dean and Cas set off to solve a string of disappearances in the forest where they stumble across a familiar face -- and an all-too-familiar feeling.

Excerpt:

Dean believes a lot of things. He believes the manner of his death was decided by his father the very night that yellow-eyed demon ripped his mom away from him. He believes he’ll die, broken and bloody and alone on a hunt, and anything Cas does only delays the inevitable. He believes he doesn’t deserve to be saved. Dean knows Cas will do it anyway. He realizes a moment too late that he and Cas have been staring at each other silently for several beats. Dean clears his throat, pushing off from the tree he was leaning against. His jacket, half-stuck to the bark and sap of the pine, makes a ripping sound as it peels away from the trunk. The tree emits an eerie groan with the sudden absence of Dean’s weight against it. Scowling, Dean scrubs a palm against the canvas sleeve to wipe away the sap. His hand comes back dark red. The smell hasn’t quite hit his nose before Cas speaks the word forming in Dean’s thoughts. “Blood.” The tree groans again, the sound cutting through the silence as several more pines join the rising chorus around them. The hairs on the back of Dean’s neck rise in return. The sound Dean had once mistook as trees creaking and swaying in the wind now formed the painful wails of something wounded. Then the trees began to scream.

Coming this October to @deancashorrorfest!!

[luckyratty]

I JUMPED OH NY GOD THE COLLAB OF THE CENTURY I LOVE YOU CARDLIN!!!!

AHHHHHHH AHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH BEST DAY EVER!!!!

[traumatizedartist]

Random thing I just finished

In my AU Khan, Nori, and uzis teacher(who I'm naming Lewis) are dating

Khan and Lewis started dating after their significant other passed(stole that idea from an old @triocat post)

Whan Nori came back she was like, "Yay new husband" and they lived happily ever after lol

[sincericida]

Tom Hiddleston, Zawe Ashton, Jonathan Bailey, ANDREW GARFIELD and Ariana Grande at Wimbledon (round two).

Wow... stop the presses.

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

Besties!!!!!!!! [x]

[gloomstalkertav]

Has anyone who has FAILED the bg3 quest Stop the Presses actually seen the issue that is printed? I’ve spent literal days scrounging the internet and the game to find if this issue actually exists and cannot discover it. Does anyone know one way or the other?

[chocolatecakecas]

MORE PHINEAS AND FERB?????????

[navybrat817]

Fuck all the way off. Seriously.

[speed-demon-doodler]

Act 3, "stop the presses"

Few things get "always chill" Orion to go nuclear, someone breaking a deal is one of those :^)

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Submarine feelings:

[dongslinger--420]

Look I'm a lesbian but I'm surprised that Emily was willing to let sex (or anything really) get in the way of their relationship because if anyone had said "It's like 3 men and a baby but there are two men and the baby is a lady" to me I would've been FLOORED. Peak flirting with Todd Chavez.

[transvampireboyfriend]

OHMYGOD SHE LAUGHED!

[nucleqr]

interesting setup and payoff: if you saved dolly dolly dolly in act 2, you don't need to make any rolls against the printer in act 3

[lowpawly]

WAIT FUCK THAT CLIP I CUT OUT THE PART WHERE SHE CALLS POWER A GOOD GIRL?????

[p0m0u]

[astralnymphh]

AHHHHHHHHHHH

✦ MARLEY AND ME →【ELLIE WILLIAMS】→ CHAPTER THREE

pairing: modern!ellie williams x single mom!reader

summary: you’re a single mom just doing the best that she can to make ends meet. ellie can’t help but think that you’re the kindest, most beautiful girl that she’s ever met. compared to taking care a little girl that’s in her terrible twos, coming to terms with the fact that you’re a lesbian is a walk in the park. awkward first encounters, ellie’s broken gay-dar, and her overwhelming urge to take care of the care-giver… the road to domesticity is a long one, but it’s well worth the pining that it takes to get there.

warnings: THERE IS SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER MDNI!!! fingering (r receiving), exhibitionism if you squint, eventual substance use, no use of y/n (you have nicknames/petnames), the reader is marley’s biological mother, talk of coming to terms with ones sexuality, mention of a shitty baby daddy ( though there is no co-parenting between them), ellie is a total girl mom, lots and lots of fluff, ellie is an anxious dork in this fic, reader is broke but happy, ellie takes pride in being a provider, this is going to be a multi-part fic, ellie is an absolute simp for the reader since chapter one and will remain her #1 fan.

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The female sat in a heap on the floor, staring intently into the oven. It was almost as though she was willing the cake to rise, trying as hard as she could to convince the damn thing to do what it was supposed to do. She’d already checked the recipe numerous times, trying to see where she might have messed up. Ellie regretted not just doing what Jesse had told her to do. Bringing you some flowers would be better than showing up on your doorstep with an inedible dessert.

“It’s not fucking rising.” She cursed to herself, grabbing a clump of her hair and giving it a sharp tug.

Dirty dishes littered her kitchen counters, batter still splattered on one of her cabinets from the earlier electric mixer mishap. The woman could have easily picked up a store bought cake when she was at the grocery store getting the stupid ingredients, but she had been dumb enough to think that something homemade would taste better. It would seem that the college student enjoyed making her life harder, because on top of what seemed like an impossible workload from her professors, she’d run straight home from her classes, hell bent on making the best strawberry shortcake you and Marley had ever tasted. She’d seen the strawberries in your shopping cart when she had run into you at the grocery store earlier and thought it would be perfect. Only… the rubbery cake that didn’t appear to be getting any fluffier was far from perfect.

She’d done everything that the recipe had called for. You would think that doing something as easy as baking a sponge cake would be a walk in the park for someone that was majoring in astrophysics.

The cherry on top was the fact that she only had an hour to get ready before she’d have to leave her house. Which meant that she didn’t have enough time to make another stupid dessert. She turned off her oven with a defeated grunt, angrily stomping over to her fridge to see if she had anything.

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