Okay Pomni Time For You Daily Shot
"Now, I'm no professional, but clothes maketh the man! Unfortunately, the strange costume shop only had these, so bear with us."
Have I ever told you all that Caine technically counts as the healer due to his role?
No? Oh, okay.
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i haven't posted since july but i am alive i think, so here's a cardigan i made recently
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I must have drawn this at 3am
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“I want you today, tomorrow and forever"
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Dean holds Sam and cradles his face from a place of "you're made for me. You're made of me, Sammy; it must be you. It'll never be anyone but you." And Sam goes mad over him to the point he cuts down pieces of himself to fit Dean: because he's the one thing Sam has guaranteed for himself. Dean provides a sanctuary to Sam (who's constantly othered) that's deposited as the sole refuge from perpetual alienation; it's the only home he belongs to, and he'll do anything to preserve it. (Which is why he literally seems and acts reminiscent of an estranged man when Dean is dead & is visibly lost)
When the Devil himself rises, Sam turns his eye away, finding priority in Dean's calling to him, it's the only thing that matters even though he just did the one irredeemable act man could ever do. But in this moment Dean takes the place of the never-present God, and through his unwavering acceptance of Sam it's a lifeline handed to him that enables Sam to preserve, Dean transcends his status as a brother or father and steps in to personify faith: the intangible unquestionable higher spirituality you appeal to to repent and push on. To some people, their guardian is the hanker they base their self around and the load bearing they fall back on; to others, it's their idol/passion, and to many, it's religion. Now imagine having all of these in one person. It's not crazy that Sam is this self-deprecatingly devoted to Dean. His "I have Dean" when he's stripped of every possible thing becomes a necessity that is life threatening. He must have Dean when he's stripped of every possible thing at all costs. And most of the time, he is the fact.
Dean is Sam's lighthouse, a beacon he instinctively returns to. One that needs to be around. Because it always has been around. Every action Sam does, even the erosion of his own identity, is to sustain its withholding in his life.
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be my lover don’t play no game - chapter five
Three weeks, it’s been three weeks full of nights together, terrible fast food chains and sexual encounters Beatrice never imagined herself doing this with anyone.
She never imagined it, but God help her it feels so good.
Her hands are pressed down on either side of Ava’s head, all she can do is watch the delighted look on Ava’s face as she succumbs to the pleasure of riding Ava’s strap. She’s been at it for a while now, her legs are starting to ache, but oh does it feels so much better than she ever imagined.
That day in the hospital, bent over Ava’s desk was quick and delightful, but this has been a slow torture - the best kind.
Her hips rock up and down, she can hear the sounds they're making and feel Ava’s hands as they roam down her lower back and caress her butt. Ava’s guiding her, just a little, but Beatrice couldn’t stop right now if Jesus himself walked in the room.
CONT ON AO3
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It's been a hot minute, but hurray for hospital pictures
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Takaba: What if we were both doctors, our patient died and you had to console me...?
Kenjaku: No.
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