#also you should reall check out that fic

[aspiring-artist-em]

Hi lovelies, if you're on tiktok, PLEASE REMEMBER SOME FUCKING INTERNET DECORUM.

Call me a bitch, but I'm about to bash some people rn. This shit is making me mad.

For privacy reasons, I'm not showing u usernames. Don't go bullying these people. I'm using them as an EXAMPLE.

But before we get onto that, please read this.

NOW GO BACK, AND READ IT AGAIN UNTIL YOU UNDERSTAND THIS GUY'S WISHES

Onto my angry woman rant now

COMMENTS LIKE THIS ARE NOT OKAY

Like do you see the problem?

No?

Let me point it out to you.

The first two have the same problem

"This is my second coming of Christ, I missed Zar so much"

"OMG?!? WE ARE SAVED"

Really? Your second coming of Christ? You're saved? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Dawg, the reason they left is because people like you were being fucking selfish omg. Get it through ur thick skull. Like genuinely shut the fuck up and touch some grass. Authors are PEOPLE. WE'RE NOT CONTENT FARMS, NOR ARE WE FUCKING ARCHANGEL GABRIEL STANDING IN YOUR BEDROOM WITH A BAGILLION EYES AND PROCLAIMING UR BABY IS JESUS. We're literally just people and the whole, "omg im saved" thing is really unhealthy and like, fucking problematic. It's also like, fucking creepy in a parasocial black mirror kinda way. Like imagine bullying and idolizing someone into leaving a fandom, and then bullying them and idolizing them into coming back, TO TURN AROUND AND DO IT SOME MORE OMG. Like be so fucking fr rn. Can't you see the problem in this!?? It's fucking creepy ass shit dawg. Idk who authorized you to go and run amuck on tiktok but pls for the love of god, go the fuck outside and talk to people so you know how to fucking talk to people you admire without comparing them to FUCKING JESUS CHRIST. And maybe, just maybe, STOP BRINGING UR EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION "omg ur back I'm so glad I was so sad u made me so sad bc u left me and I took it personally even though shit like this is why u left and imma keep continuing to do it again but I'm so glad ur back 🥺" BS INTO THIS. Maybe just stop and FUCKING THINK AND REMEMBER THAT YOURE TALKING TO A PERSON WHO IS LIVING AND BREATHING.

Onto the third comment, it's short, simple, to the point and absolutely THE WRONG THING TO SAY IN THIS SITUATION.

"FINALLY!!!!!"

All I have to say, is authors don't owe you shit and ur acting entitled. Check yourself babes, this isn't the take you think it is. Maybe you should "FINALLY!!!" check your attitude towards writers bc shit like this is why zar left in the first place and why the comments are turned off on his works.

SOMETHING ELSE I SAW: people using his deadname as a hashtag

Quite literally, why am I sitting here and having to explain why that's bad. Like that's fucked dude. I don't even wanna talk about it and I can't because I don't have experience having a preferred name, but like, that's so fucked up dude. Like come on. Maybe just don't. And no, I'm NOT posting a screenshot because that's his fucking DEAD NAME OMG HAVE YOU NO SHAME.

An example of an okay comment is something like this

Isn't this beautiful? And good behavior, I applaud them. Yes, it wasn't phrased the best, but they A) respected Zar's wishes and didn't SEEK OUT THE FIC, and B)they expressed their happiness that CR is back without like, idk, calling zar FUCKING JESUS CHRIST????? Kudos to them for doing the bare minimum and being respectful 💜

Self explanatory, honestly me too. Kudos to you both 💜

And finally, something that made me a let out a little laugh when i read it

A joke so bad that it's good LMAO

Okay, I shall now get off my high horse and take off my shining armor, but I just wanted to say this real quick and reinforce my statement that AUTHORS ARE PEOPLE, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

Edit: the "war is over" sound, really? Really?? Fucking war? Babes, you didn't get to read a Jegulus Hunger Games au; u didn't actually fight in the hunger games or in the fictional hunger games war. Like just stop pls.

Crimson Rivers, is it back? What now? Does that mean Zar is back?

So, like a normal, sane reader, when I get an AO3 notification, I immediately drop everything and check it out. In my little tiny brain filled with angst and smut, I was thinking that it was maybe a chapter being updated, or maybe someone I love replying to a comment I left about how their writing is so fantastic and giving them vivid descriptions of how I wish to burn it into my brain because how good it is. Turns out, that was not the case.

It was a fucking notification about Crimson Rivers being posted.

I sat on my bed, and just stared. My brain wasn’t working. I was halfway though a bag of chips that my dog really wanted and staring at an email that bizarrestars fucking posted Crimson Rivers.

And Best Friend’s Brother.

And Just Lovers.

And all of those fics I was dying to read were back. All the fics that had me frothing at the mouth with want and the insatiable urge to consume everything he put back out into the world. And so, I followed the link in my email and oh my god-

They were back.

All of them. 

Every single one of their fics was back up and I was fucking psyched because I have an AO3 account and I have access to it again. Me, along with many other fans of his works and readers in this fandom, texted friends and loved ones. We smiled and downloaded the files, swearing that we will never lose those works again. 

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So, like a normal, sane author, when I get an AO3 notification, I immediately drop everything and check it out. In my little pea brain filled with ways to torture my readers and ways to get them off through my words, I was thinking that maybe someone had kindly left a kudos on my work, or maybe even comment on it. All my works are ongoing and to be honest, I was a little scared to open my email because what if it’s a negative comment? What if it’s someone telling me that they hate me because I’m sick and twisted, writing the filth I do. What if it’s someone telling me that they hate how I made a certain character bisexual because in their mind, bisexual women can’t also be attracted to women? What if it’s someone telling me that the trauma I write about is misrepresented and that I am an awful person for romanticizing it when I swear I’m not, when I know that I’m drawing from experience. What if it’s someone saying the aforementioned trauma is too dramatized, and that the way that I write it as something to be worked through, doesn’t fit their “one kiss and all the bad memories go away” narrative they have in their head. What if it’s someone telling me I should be ashamed, telling me that I am disgusting, telling me that I shouldn’t write what I write even though I have hyperlinks embedded in my fics and even though I have additional warnings per chapter and even though I have so many tags the plot is given away. Turns out, that is not the case.

It was a fucking notification about Crimson Rivers being posted.

I sat on my bed, and just stared. My brain wasn’t working. I was halfway though a bag of chips that my dog really wanted and staring at an email that bizarrestars fucking posted Crimson Rivers.

And Best Friend’s Brother.

And Just Lovers.

And all of those fics people were dying to read were back. All the fics that had people online frothing at the mouth with want and the insatiable urge to consume everything he put back out into the world. And so, I followed the link in my email and

oh my god-

They were back.

All of them.

Every single one of their fics was back up and I was filled with fucking dread, because all I could focus on is how there’s a shiny new prongsfoot fic right there on the top of their page, the first thing people will see. All I could think about is how they talked about people not respecting their wishes with their fics  and how people on the internet are fucking relentless. All I could think about are the videos I will see with people complaining that they can’t read it because they don’t have an AO3 account and people attacking them for the two chapter prongsfoot fic right there, and how people fucking idolized the guy, putting him on a pedestal and hailing him as the “best fanfic writer ever, right there along with misskingbean (who may or may not be Taylor swift (I swear, Taylor is NOT misskingbean))”All I could think about is the exit he, and MANY OTHER authors made because people got ahold of their work and were fucking rude about it. All I could think of is someone who was practically pushed off the internet for doing what he loves so well that people started hating when he wrote what he wanted to write, and how now, he’s back and honestly, it scares me a little bit because he didn’t deserve the hell people put him through.

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Crimson rivers, is it back? What now? Does that mean Zar is back? Short answer, yes, yes, and yes. Long answer, yes but only if you have an AO3 account and ONLY IF people can be fucking nice this time around and maybe remember that zar is a fucking person with fucking feelings and something called a fucking mental health to take care of. Authors have feelings too, we aren’t some mindless fic generator. If you want that, go to chat gtp or some shit. We put our hearts and souls into our work and share it because we want to put it out there, not because we want to get bullied.

Now, I know what you’re going to say, “oh, but I just really loved the guy, he was like the second coming of christ with his words like I just really wanted to read more because I loved him so much, like I forgot he was a human because I just loved him and a little love never hurt anyone.” 

But like, that’s also really fucking problematic and actually obsessive. Just think about it. Like this guy is a person and like, maybe you shouldn’t treat him like he is anything more OR ANYTHING LESS. Like honestly, he probably didn’t start posting his work to gain fame, like this was probably really unexpected for him. AND EVEN IF HE DID, IT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO TREAT HIM LIKE A FUCKING PRODUCT GOD DAMN. Like, this is a PERSON. Imagine if your best friend or little sibling came to you and was talking about people putting enormous pressure on them and being obsessed with everything they do and how they feel like they have to be perfect and please everyone because if they don’t, they’ll get harassed online and like, it’s genuinely damaging their mental health. Like, imagine if that happened to you. What would you tell them? Well, hopefully, you would tell them that those people are fucking obsessed and that they need to take a break and maybe, just maybe remove the works so they could put their mind to rest, because that’s better than this. Like come on everyone, can’t you fucking see the problem with that? Idolization and bullying go hand in hand and the poor guy has been though enough. 

Also, remember, be kind to the guy and like, idk, treat him with fucking human decency? Don’t deadname him maybe? Don’t like, idolize him? Don’t get mad when he writes what he wants to fucking write because you don’t like it? And maybe like, respect his wishes? It should be pretty fucking simple tbh, but apparently it’s a difficult task for some of you. He isn’t a fucking god and maybe like, before you comment, actually sit there and reflect on what you are going to say to him.

SO MAYBE, BEFORE YOU COMMENT SHIT, REMEMBER THAT ZAR’S, (and, for the record, every other author’s) MENTAL HEALTH IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN A 800K WORD STORY ABOUT DEAD WIZARDS. LIKE PLEASE, YOU CAN FUCKING LIVE WITHOUT ONE SPECIFIC FIC WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY OTHER FICS OUT THERE, AND SO MAYBE LIKE, REMEMBER TO RESPECT THE AUTHORS WHO WRITE YOUR STORIES.

MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, BEFORE YOU SAY SHIT, THINK ABOUT WHY HE FUCKING LEFT IN THE FIRST PLACE, DEAR GOD.

[whatudottu]

Okay I have a little more thoughts on Petrosapien biology, and it’s focused around diet and stuff associated with it.

You may think that this would be an awful thought to share, but I found an interesting little critter that has the same proposed diet I want to talk about without the icky gooey extra stuff that comes after. I’m now confident to share and hopeful that this doesn’t come across as too suggestive. There’s implications but I hope you don’t mind all too much.

Besides, Petrosapiens don’t look the type to... do all that anyway.

In my random perusal of the internet, fueled by curiosity and the drive to google those questions, I discovered a pretty little clam. Sure, this clam, a shipworm as it’s called, digests wood and is often found buried within sunken ships, but scientists were recently (for science standards at least) introduced to shipworms that consume rocks by Philippine locals of the Bohal province.

Already a great start.

Okay fine, the scientists aren’t sure if these clams eat more than just limestone or the bacteria in their guts is enough to take nutrients from the stone, but I’m talking about an alien species, and the mere speculation of it in our own earthly creatures just allows me to run for the hills and die on my claim.

So, given that Petropia is really nothing but rock (and any synonyms you may think up) with hardly any form of true greenery, this diet should indeed make sense. Though something makes them different from the ground they walk, which I am honestly stumped myself how to answer, being able to take nutrients from stone and in this case crystal is super important for the growing Petrosapien.

But, for those catching my drift in the intro paragraphs, what’s one to do with any excess scrap that doesn’t have the good bits.

Taking a look back at our little buddy, the article I found details that this clam grinds the stone with its shell (now for Petrosapiens a mean set of grinding teeth), eats and digests the rocks that it eats, then much later expels a fine sand. Not only is this not completely excrement, it’s still sandbased, and guess what babes!

We just found out how our Petrosapiens grow!

So obviously they’re not all just biting down on the same minerals, but, with their digestive systems able to take out the nutrients from crystals, the remaining ‘scrap’ contributes to their own crystal systems. Depending on the crystals, a Petrosapien can develop different levels of mass and personal crystal structure that adds on to the already present colours, textures and shine from childhood, which I will delve into later.

The crystals of Petropia are typically cool colours, spanning from green, blue or purple and a few intermediary shades, blends and vibrancy for ‘special edition’ crystals, think exotic fruits or even drugs. The people are much the same, probably evolving to become the colour crystals that they are. Nowadays a change in diet isn’t going to change the colour of the crystals, because while the crystals themselves may be regrowable (and in that case, technically replaceable if you think mineral wise), the natural colour is moreso determined by the... ‘skin’ underneath, which often filters the excess sand to conform to individual specific crystal structures, on the common basis at least.

Speaking of natural colour, given that I was a little shy to actually talk about reproduction, I want to briefly touch on how children get to have their individual crystals and differ from their parents too.

So, when the parents cloacal kiss each other (but like in an almost fusion type of way because crystalkinesis), some shards from their stomach region disconnects and reattaches to the other. That happens because the crystals themselves do not know the genetic difference between one body from the next (a little headcanon from @karkalicious769 ‘s fanfiction ‘Diamonds are Forever’ over on AO3 if you like Petrosapiens you’ll love the fic), so that when the pair disconnects from each other, they have inclusions from the other.

It’s more obvious if they’re two different colours, which is more obvious than texture and shine, and the inclusions are rather blatant proof of fun times. The child, if successfully made, would take the base colour of the mother and, if the inclusions are different enough, they contribute to a default personal shade. Sometimes though, inclusions don’t quite fuse all too correctly, and some specks are left behind (yes I just headcanoned Petrosapien freckles, yes I think it’s cute and I hope you do too).

Hmm, I think that’s it for today... tonight... whenever. I really do like talking about this stuff, even if I’m not exactly knowledgeable in this area, and I might want to make more. Well, I’d just need to get over my bias of Petrosapiens (which is relatively easy, even if I really do think about them a little more often than what’s considered normal) but that’s all for now.

[tipsydipsydo]

➳ "Stop dancing like that or I'm going to cum in my pants."

➳ "Like what you see?"

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 870

Genre: Smut!

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Lap Dance; Dom-/Sub-Themes (Dom! Reader x Sub! Hoseok); Teasing; bratty Behaviour; Hoseok is super disrespectful to the Reader; testing his Limits; Masochism; Mentions of Punishments; some verbal Degradation; Hobi is such a bratty tease and needs to get wrecked~

[Info]: This Drabble based on the Song "Ride it" by Jay Sean/Regard

A/N: Thanks and much Love is going to Vu (@hellishvu) for creating this idea together with me and giving me so much inspiration with his own writings/headcanons! Especially his BTS Kinks Headcanons (please read them, SO GOOD!) giving me very much inspiration (they will gonna be over-used from me xD) and after this drabble, an other own writing will follow, based on his headcanons.

For this drabble, these headcanons about Hoseok gave me some nasty thoughts:

➸ "tags 🏷: power bottom, walking in on sex, porn, dirty talk, stripping, and choking"

© hellishvu

➸ "˚✧₊⁎ Strip dance or tease, Hoseok is the absolute profesional at that. He’ll know just the way to grind his hips on your lap, and the whispers in your ear while he leg is around your waist. Whew you had to stop yourself from fucking him then and there."

© hellishvu

➪ Please check his blog out, he's writing amazing stuff for male! Readers! Especially a really good tip for those, who likes Sub! BTS x Dom! male! Readers (his JK fics are soo good and soo filthy~♡)

...I hope, you like my little Drabble🙈💓

「© tipsydipsydo」

This following story is my intellectual property and belongs only to my blog tipsydipsydo.tumblr.com!

I’ll not accept any kind of reposting, stealing or using/editing my work!

That includes reposting my content on other social media platforms too, even when you link me as the original author.

Thank you.

You're gulping hard and biting down onto your lower lip, your mouth is forming a straight line. In this moment, you don't really know if you should like your birthday present or not.

It's so goddamn difficult to behave and control your grabby hands, everything in you opposes to give Hobi the satisfaction of you losing your patience right away, just after one minute of his simple teasing.

He's not even doing his usual harsh and brutal "stage hip thrusts" that always gives you a punch of sexual desire into your abdomen, he's just rolling his pelvis forward. Okay, in a fucking sensual and sexual arousing way.

Maybe you have to add a little note for more understanding.

Right now you're sitting on a chair in the middle of the living room, it's around 11:00 p.m. on the day of your birthday. The whole room is dimmed in a dark red neon light tone. Intensifies Hoseok's sex-appeal into incredibly terrifying dimensions, you're feeling how your selfcontrol is slipping away like sand through your fingers.

At the same time, the crotch of your jeans going tighter. Every second of your Boyfriend's lap dance just letting sparse space for your hardening cock. Making your body unbearable hot and it's leaving your lower middle almost painful uncomfortable.

Just the way how the passionate and lustfilled gaze of your boyfriend lies heavy on you, wanders slowly down. From your face over your chest to the area between your legs. That what he sees down there pleases Hoseok, boost his ego and his self confidence over ten times, making his actions more bold.

Now he's standing directly over your lap, laying his hands onto your shoulders and let them glide in your neck. Interlaces his fingers there and support himself with his lower arms in your shoulders.

Rolling, no, thrusting his hips at every 'Ride it' in the refrain forward, literally face fucking you with his own growing bulge in his tight leather pants.

"Fuck, stop dancing like that or I'm going to cum in my pants.", you're cursing under your breath to yourself, these words weren't really meant for Hoseok's ears.

While you try to re-arrange your cock in your crotch through the left front pocket unnoticed, you realize that you he heard your comment very clearly. When you look up again, the cocky smirk on his lips didn't left much options for other reasons.

"Hm, like what you see?", he's asking you in a mocking tone, his hoarse voice almost dripping from satisfaction and confidence in his abilities to make you putty in no time.

"Hoseok, if you were smart you'd take this comment as a warning. You know, I don't mind a little bit teasing from you but you should know your limits. How often I still have to put you back into the place again, where you belong to? Hm? Do you really want to force me to punish you on my birthday? Would you be proud of that?"

Hoseok chuckles a bit from your warning. God, sometimes it annoys you that your boyfriend is so damn bratty, literally tempting you every single day. He's way too curious for the varities of your punishments, likes it, to test his limits at least once a week.

"Well, I'm proud of the fact to make you horny and desperate like a buck in mating season. Wait... I have to correct myself, you look like a desperate bunny that is needy for a cock. Are you sure that you're dominant? You look more like a Switch right now who needs a cock in his ass reall-"

"Hoseok, what did you say?"

"I'm just honest with my Master", snickers your Boyfriend, rolling his hips now even more seductivly to the rythm, just waiting for the moment when you lose your temper and snap back at him. Make him sorry for his disrespectful words.

Maybe he's just absolutely masochistic and don't want to admit it. But you thought about this possibility pretty frequently in the last weeks, especially when you whip the insides his thighs with a riding crop and he started to moan in pain but also very much in pleasure. Plus the way how his hard cock twitch by every hit and started to leak even more with precum.

Hm, seems like pain as a punishment doesn't work with Hoseok but edging, ruined orgasm and overstimulation also offers a good option to make sure that he knows his position. The longer you think about it, the more you like this idea and he's giving you the perfect situation to try this out.

"Hoseok, you will be very, very sorry for this rude comment. So sorry that you'll end up crying and begging", you growls and grabs with one hand his wrists from your neck and squeezing with your other hand his clothed bulge, making him mewl and stuttering with his movements.

Maybe your birthday isn't ruined, there is a possibility that it could get better than you thought.

[easypeasybreezy]

Browsing the Archive

Ch 4- Can We Fix It?

Words- 1824

Rating- M

Summary- Sam, Gabriel, Cas, and Dean are on a road trip after stopping the apocalypse.

Tags/Warnings- language, a little angst, uhhh non explicit sexual content (they make out but nothing happens)

Today’s Sabriel week prompt was Canon Fix-It. Once again, thank you @warlockwriter for the beta!

Read on Ao3 here ~

@ditsauthor99 @sabrielevents

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Gabriel shot up with a start, peeling his face off glass. He was in the back seat of the Impala, and apparently had fallen asleep with his head propped against the window.

“Good morning Sammy!” he heard from the front seat. Gabriel saw that Dean was driving and Sam was sitting passenger, while Castiel was next to him in the backseat behind Sam.

“Dean?” Sam questioned.

“Uh, yeah it’s me,” he said, confused.

Gabriel rubbed the side of face, trying to get some feeling back into it. He decided he would get some information about the situation they were in. “Remind me what we’re doing again?” he yawned, trying to stretch out.

Castiel answered, slightly exasperated. “We’re going to Boise to hunt vampires.”

“Oh yeah. Now I remember.”

Gabriel felt a buzz in his pocket. He took out a cell phone and saw a message from Sam.

These aren’t our Dean and Cas. Should we tell them?

He thought about it for a moment. What would they gain from telling their fake brothers? It wasn’t like they could help. He typed out a response.

Better not Sam, won’t do us any good.  Might as well enjoy the ride ;)

He could almost feel the eyeroll coming from Sam.

Well, let’s try and figure out what the deal with this world is. Check out the date.

Gabriel looked at the date on his phone. July 3rd, 2010. So they had gone back in time to just after the apocalypse? Also, this was obviously a world with supernatural creatures, but he still didn’t have any powers. As far as he could tell, Cas was still a full powered angel. He thought of a way to find more out more information and sent a message back to Sam.

Let me try something.

Before he could start his plan, Dean spoke up. “Who are you texting Sam? Got a hot date?”

“What? No!” said Sam.

“I believe he’s texting Gabriel, he’s been on the phone as well.” Castiel oh so helpfully interjected.

“Huh?” said Dean.

Gabriel tried to get the situation under control by changing the subject and trying his plan. “So, Castiel, I meant to ask. How’s heaven doing now?”

Castiel looked at him confused but answered the question. “It's just fine as we left it. Raphael is still locked away and Samandriel is running things smoothly.”

That was a lot of info to take in. “Great,” was all Gabriel could say, then he continued. “Say, how long have I been with you guys now?”

Castiel squinted his eyes then answered. “I believe it’s been around 5 months now.”

“Wow, time flies.” Gabriel got a message on his phone shortly after that.

You joined us after TV land. Maybe stopped the apocalypse faster?

Gabriel frowned and texted back.

Somehow lost my grace in the process too. Also, left Samandriel in charge of heaven???

He could see Sam shaking his head as he got another text.

I’ve seen a couple of fics like this. You probably used up your grace to get Michael and Lucifer in the cage.

Gabriel sighed. Of course there would be some way to keep him powerless.

At that moment Dean spoke up. “Baby needs some gas, and I could eat something too. Let’s stop at the next gas station.”

“Sure Dean,” answered Sam. The messages stopped, and in a couple of minutes they were pulling into a Gas ‘n Sip. Sam announced he was going to take a walk, and Gabriel followed him. 

They headed around the side of the gas station while Dean pumped gas and Cas went inside to buy snacks. Sam stopped on the other side of the gas station and broke the silence.

“Look, about yesterday,” he started.

“We don’t have to talk about that,” Gabriel quickly answered.

Sam gave a sigh of relief. “Oh, good then.”

After remembering the torture that was yesterday, Gabriel grew frustrated. “How long do you think this will keep up? What does Chuck want? What’s his endgame?”

Sam gave him a pained look. “I don’t know Gabe. I don’t think there is a reason besides entertainment for him, punishment for us.”

“So what, we’re just stuck in here forever? There’s nothing we can do to get out?”

“I don’t know!” Sam repeated a little louder. “Maybe if we go along with things, he’ll let us out eventually.”

Gabriel took that in for a bit in silence. Then he decided to change the subject. “You know, you’re handling this pretty well Sam.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, tilting his head.

“You’re calm, levelheaded. Don’t really freak out with all this hopping around.”

Sam chuckled in a sad way. “Well, I’ve had a lot of practice.”

What was he talking about? Then Gabriel remembered. He had done pretty much the same thing to him. “I’m sorry.”

Sam put his hands up, palms facing Gabriel. ��No, I didn’t mean that, just like, my entire life I’ve been through crazy stuff.”

Gabriel had heard enough. “Still, I put you through so much shit. And look!” he said loudly, gesturing with his hand. “If I hadn’t been such a coward and actually helped out, we could have had this!”

Sam shook his head. “No, we don’t know what we could have had. For all we know, you could have died, or the apocalypse could have actually happened.” He stepped closer to Gabriel. “This isn’t real! This is something that some fan of Chuck’s books thought up.”

Gabriel had to admit Sam had a point. He sighed. “I guess.”

Sam took hold of his shoulders. “Gabriel, listen to me. I shouldn’t have to say this, but I forgive you, okay? I did a long time ago. And if things hadn’t gone the way they did, who knows where we would be now.”

Gabriel was speechless taking in Sam’s words. Sam was too kind, offering his forgiveness that he wasn't sure he deserved. Gabriel actually felt himself tear up. Sam pulled him tight against his chest in a hug. Gabriel tensed up at first, but then allowed himself to relax. He brought his arms up around Sam and hugged him back, pressing his face against his chest.

Gabriel pulled away from Sam with a smile. “You mean, we wouldn’t be in some weird alternate universe created by my dad?”

Sam laughed. “You know what I meant”

Gabriel laughed a bit with him, wiping his eyes, and stepped back.

“Anyways,” said Sam, “this universe doesn’t seem so bad. How about we just enjoy it while we can?”

“Couldn’t agree more, Sam.”

They walked back to the Impala where Dean was finishing with the gas. Cas arrived at the same time with four plastic bags full of snacks.

“Let’s hit the road,” announced Dean, and they all climbed back into the car.

As Dean pulled away, Castiel started dispersing the snacks. Dean got suspicious gas station hot dogs, Sam got suspicious gas station sandwiches, and Gabriel got copious amounts of candy. Everyone received water and chips, but Dean had a Coke and Gabriel a Dr. Pepper. All Castiel got for himself was a coffee.

They spent the trip eating and joking, plus telling embarrassing stories about their brothers. Dean played some classic rock music on the radio and started to sing along. Cas smiled fondly and Sam shook his head with a grin. Gabriel started to sing along, to Dean’s enthusiasm. Sam gave them annoyed looks at first, but eventually joined in singing.

Gabriel couldn’t remember the last time he felt that happy, that content. It felt like home. If he and Sam ever get out of this mess, that’s what he wanted. Life with the Winchesters and his brother- no world ending issues to deal with.

The ride went by in a flash, and they pulled into a motel. They all got out of the car and Dean left and returned with the keys.

“Here’s one for me and Sam, and one for you and Cas,” he said, handing one key to Gabriel.

Gabriel accepted the key then smiled mischievously. “Actually,” he said, moving to Sam and linking his arm with his, “I think I’ll share with Sam.”

“Really?” said Dean, looking at Sam with a raised eyebrow.

“Fine with me,” answered Sam with a shrug.

“What?” Dean looked back and forth from Sam to Gabriel. Cas looked on in silence, just tilting his head.

Then Sam got caught up in the moment and leaned down to give Gabriel a quick smooch. Gabriel beamed at him.

“What the fuck?” Dean eloquently managed. Cas wore a small approving smile.

Sam grinned. “You have your own angel to be with. Goodnight.” Sam and Gabriel turned away to go to their room. 

As they walked, they heard Cas say gently from behind them, “Dean, let’s go.“

Gabriel burst out laughing when they got inside their motel room. “That was amazing.”

“I know, right?” Sam laughed back. “I always wanted to say something like that to him.”

As they put their stuff down and looked around, they noticed there was only one bed in the room.

“Cas doesn’t sleep, so I guess your room only needed one,” Sam explained.

“Well, we probably would have ended up in the same bed anyway.”

“They do like the sharing a bed trope,” Sam chuckled. 

They got quiet, then Sam sat and slid back on the bed. Gabriel followed him and climbed up on his lap. Sam took Gabriel’s waist in his hands, and Gabriel gently cupped his face. They moved towards each other until their lips were pressed together.

They had kissed before, most recently just fifteen minutes ago, but this- this was different. Slow, meaningful, like nothing else mattered in the world. And Gabriel loved it. They explored each other’s mouths, Gabriel humming in contentment. Sam moved his hands under Gabriel’s shirt, and ran them over his stomach, up his chest, enjoying the feeling. Gabriel shuddered, and removed one hand from Sam’s face run through his hair. Sam moaned in response, then reached towards Gabriel's pants.

Gabriel immediately broke the kiss and pulled away. “Sam, wait.”

Sam stopped, putting his hands on the bed. “What is it?”

He slid off Sam and sat next to him on the bed. “I’m sorry, I know I'm sending mixed signals,it’s just, I don’t think I want to go any further while we’re trapped in these worlds. I don’t know if you really want to do this, or if we’re being influenced.” 

“While I’m pretty sure it’s one hundred percent me who wants to do this, I get it Gabe. You don’t have to apologize.”

Gabriel bit back the apology that was on the tip of his tongue.

Sam smiled. “A little kissing is still okay though?” he asked. “And we can still go to sleep together?”

Gabriel brightened up. “Absolutely.”

They kissed one more time before getting ready for bed, and fell asleep curled up in each other’s arms.

[rivienna]

I decided that I was going to liveblog Teen Wolf today, since liveblogs are always more fun when you haven’t seen the thing before.

I also decided to leave it until 10pm, the time when I usually put my hair in curlers for the night. I can't exactly type and roll at the same time, so I hit record and just... talked to the TV. It was actually pretty fucking funny to listen back over. Maybe one day I’ll upload my voice clips. maybe.

And like. now I have a recording of myself shouting "NO. SCOTT. BAD."

note: if you want to block these my liveblogs are tagged with "illegally dead" because once upon a time that was what we used to call our Supernatural liveblog. I totally just checked to see if someone else had picked up the name since the blog was deleted in 2018 and apparently it's a fire emblem thing now.

A transcript:

I guess I'm liveblogging with my voice...

[Scott screaming] What the fuck, Scott? ... Stiles is the one who ends up with the bat in the end, right? Wait. Stiles, why were you on the roof?? 

"They only found half! So we get to find the other half!"

That's the wrong time to ask Scott! You're already there! What the hell did you talk about on the drive out?

[To Stiles:] Oh you totally thought about it, you just didn't care.

Man if Scott had just said yes when the Sheriff bellowed for him...

and why does Stiles think leaving Scott in the woods in the night is the best choice? Does this happen a lot? Just. Leaving the asthmatic in the creepy woods. And why are they this creepy? The woods are never this creepy at night.

[I giggled at something? I don't know]

That is the least realistic running of deer I have ever seen in my life. Let's all hit the human! 

Sup Laura. --sCOTT HOW THE FUCK DID YOU-- What even was that? That was the weirdest fall backwards startlement

Heya Pete.

You are one lucky fucker Scott.

1941 huh

We got ourselves a Buffy openin'!

So it's. the beginning of the year? 

Scott honey. Scott. Scott. SCOTT. NO. SCOTT SCOTT NO. BAD. BAD SCOTT. BAD. BAD. Like I get that he doesn't know that he's a werewolf yet but.  The hyperfocus is legitimately creepy. I was not expecting that. 

This--this has to be an. an allo thing, because I don't get it [re: Scott and Allison eye contact olympics]

Oh god Finstock really is that [giggling]

Alright Scotty.

ahahahahahaha oh my god the whistle got him.

Scotty. Jackson the fuck ahahahahahahaha ehehahahahahah

Stiles. WHY IS THIS THE FIRST THING YOU JUMP TO [re: lycanthropy]

ahahaha DEREK WHAT

Okay, seriously? [seriously what past me?]

A few. SIX.  [past me was correcting Stiles with my 1337 fanfic knowledge]

That is not how animals react.

Ally?

Bork bork bork!

Really. REALLY.

Sure didn't Scotty.

[The heaviest of sighs] Ally you listen to Kate too much.

She wasn't in danger in the first place. [about the dog]

This is so sappy.

I'm kinda wondering what the original music was for this. Because this is shitty music.

Scott--! Scooooott. Bad juju Scott. 

Good morning Scottyface.

ahahahaha what the fuck is that is that peter oh my god

Into the water he goes. This is fucking hilarious.

AHAHAHAHAHA

Morning~ <3

Oh Scotland. 

His juice~ 

Wow. Sure will Jackson. Sure will.

No one listenin to Stiiiiles.

Finstock you are-- so fucking weird.

I don't remember sports in highschool.

ahaha Finstock reall-- and everyone jumps up and starts clapping in the background? The fuck? Why?

Hi Stilinski, you're looking uncomfortable.

WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT BOOK? Stiles. 

It's not wasting your time Scotty.

UNSIGHTLY NECK HAIR!!  [the above is an inside joke with someone who is never going to read this blog but left in because I screamed it at the TV]

hOLY SHIT he DOES get slammed into the wall by every werewolf

oh scotty you're in trouble boy no Scott you really don't

Stiles man that's your life from now on I hope you realise.

[I just kinda very quietly said fuck you at one point. I don't know if that was to the show or my cat]

That is one ratty ass jacket Scott

really wanna know what the music originally was here.  what do you mean I can't pause it. oops.  I totally just paused it so I could find the original music.  it was just as crappy then too

LYDIA.

Oh no Scotty

pffahahah that is one fuckin ass-- that camera angle is just awful

zoooom~ bye ally Hi Derek. ahahahahaha. hilarious the way he introduced himself there and it's just like. the angst machine from fics and "I'm a friend of Scott's, my name's Derek~"

My never ending belief that the alpha power just fucks with peoples' heads...

why did you get in the bathtub Scott?

Nice teef.

Scott why did you just suddenly decide it was Derek? And out the window he goes, without a shirt. Why not.

Yeah. [Beta shift] is just as fucking ugly as ever

ahahahahaha [then there's like two minutes of me talking to my cat]

Stiles honey... christ.

His focus on Allison is really quite creepy.

Hey Chris.

Okay so. some of my LWTS thoughts would not have worked.

Some of these moments are so painfully green screened.

Chris honey...

DEREK! Derek honey you just fucked up. Derek your incessant need for family doesn't mean you should just adopt every little wolf that comes along.

Yeah just meander your butt along the road. Hi Stiles.

It's only a bad idea because Scott's dumb. 

You could've just said "migraine". JUST SAY IT WAS A MIGRAINE "It was a migraine."

WHY ARE YOU GIVING HIM A SECOND DATE?

dun dun dun

ahahahaha hi christopha

really. did it really need to put to be continued? I swear. alright. That's the end of episode one.