#altar of rowena

[bloodydeanwinchester]

DESTIEL IN EVERY EPISODE → 4x03 in the beginning

you guys have known each other for 3 episodes. you've got NO business looking at each other like that.

[seasononesam]

You can't honestly think you're happier now. A broken-winged suck-up. All I know is that for the first time in a long time...I feel at peace with who I am. Whatever that may be.

Brother's Keeper (10x23) Deleted Scene

[whenitcomestodeath]

it is never not going to be funny to me bc rowena was the one disappointed in her son and cas for being at the winchesters altar but iconically she became more family to sam and dean than crowley ever was.

[thenameisgul]

ROWENA Please. An angel of the Lord, the King of Hell, more power than I could possibly dream of, utterly wasted, shattered at the altar of Winchester. I may be the one in chains, but the two of you are just as much a prisoner as I. It saddens me. No, it totally sickens me, to see so much power go unspent. So much glory unclaimed.

CASTIEL Glory? Oh, I've seen glory. And I've seen defeat. But I have seen the glory. I have won epic battles, and I have reaped vast rewards. And none of it has meant as much to me as the relationships that I've formed on Earth. Sam and Dean? They are like a family to me. Claire Novak... When she smiled at me? Nothing, no--no angelic crusade, or victor's bounty, none of that could ever hold a candle to that sweet (chuckles), crooked smile.

Its moments like these that really puts how much Castiel gave up for Humanity and Dean and Sam into perspective. I wish they'd kept this scene in the episode, it gives so much depth to his character.

[420technoblazeit]

i know everybody talks abt the altar of winchester part of the 10x23 deleted scene but i do also appreciate this part where cas makes it clear that despite their hangups he trusts crowley implicitly, enough to ask for his help and take his word on it instead of making a proper deal

i feel like it shows a lot of faith in how much crowley's changed as a person bc to rowena's credit if this was a couple of years ago crowley wouldnt have helped. he didnt care enough about any of them to stick his neck out like this, especially considering that his relationship with dean is rocky at this point. but he still comes through in the end even though cas hasnt offered him anything in return

[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 22

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"I can't believe I let you convince me to do this."

"You love the idea, Rowena. Stop saying the opposite" Rúben said, putting an arm around her shoulders and kissing her head.

"It's stupid."

"It isn't."

"Yes, it is. Getting married again? Who does that?"

"Us" Rúben said as they walked towards the chapel at Lord Santos' palace. 

A week after their arrival, they had received news from the enemy. They had attacked some of the towns near the border, destroying everything they had found. Many have died, and others had been captured as slaves, something Rúben was disgusted by. 

So between planning their next move and getting everyone in shape, he had convinced Rowena to get married again. To do a renewal of their vows.

"When we got married we didn't mean what we said. We didn't feel it" he had told her. "But we do know. It makes sense that we do it again, this time properly." 

At first she had laughed in his face, but when he kept insisting, she realized he was being serious. He had even gotten her a new ring, a very delicate one with both their birthstones. How he had managed to get it, was still a mystery. 

And now here they were, on their way to the chapel to get married again. Though this time, it would be just them and the priest, and there will not be a big party afterwards. 

"Are we skipping the wedding night too?" Rowena had asked Rúben with a cheeky smile after he had explained his plan. 

"Never" he had replied, the way his voice had sounded making her feel very hot. 

"Stay here" Rúben said when they made it to the chapel's door.

"Why?"

"I want to see you walk towards the altar."

"You are so…"

"Romantic?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You wish" she replied, not being able to hide her smile. 

"Wait here. And don't run away."

"Idiot!" she said, trying to hit him with the bouquet of flowers he had gotten for her that morning but missing since he had already started walking towards the altar, a stupid grin on his face. Probably the same she also had. 

"When you are ready, princess" the priest announced.

"Alright" Rowena said, taking a deep breath and starting to walk towards Rúben, his grin now just a smile. That smile. 

"You look beautiful" he said when they met again.

"Thank you" she replied, feeling her cheeks get warm. Why was she suddenly going shy? 

"Would you like to go first, my prince?" the priest asked. 

"Of course." 

"Repeat after me. I, Rúben, take thee, to be my wife, and I promise to be a faithful and true husband."

"I, Rúben, take thee, to be my wife, and I promise to be a faithful and true husband. I promise to hold you at night, especially when you have nightmares. I promise to wipe away your tears when you miss your home and your family. I promise to keep teasing you, calling you Romina and making you want to throw a shoe at my face."

"Rúben!" Rowena laughed, the priest giving them a weird look.

"I promise to keep making you laugh, to keep making you happy. I promise to always save the last cupcake for you, to not get mad when you beat me at playing football, and to not make fun of you when you stare at the ceiling of every room. But overall, I promise I will forever love you. All of you. From that sometimes weird brain of yours, to those hips that drive me crazy, to the way you say my name when I… Sorry" he said when the priest cleared his throat. "I promise to forever love you, Rowena. Because like you said, I'm stuck with you."

"And I with you" she replied, wiping away a tear. 

"Now it is your turn, princess" the priest said.

"What?"

"Your vows."

"But I… what am I supposed to say after all that?"

"You'll think of something" Rúben smirked.

"Are you ready, princess?"

"No, but…"

"Repeat after me. I, Rowena, take thee, to be my husband, and I promise to be a faithful and true wife."

"I, Rowena, take thee, to be my husband, and I promise to be a faithful and true wife. And I… I promise I will stop doing what, according to you, are stupid things, like going into the city alone at night. I promise I'll listen to you when you tell me I should take a nap or just rest. I promise I won't put a knife to your throat unless you really deserve it."

"You what?" the priest said, his eyes wide.

"It's a joke, father. She doesn't actually do it" Rúben quickly explained.

"Yes, yes. Just a joke between us" Rowena smiled. "I promise… I promise I won't run away again. At least not from you. I will only do it if there is danger or something like that. I promise to keep calling you my prince. Your smile when I say it tells me that you love it. I promise…"

"That you will stop sneaking around dressed as a boy?" Rúben said.

"As if you didn't love seeing me wearing trousers" she snorted. 

"I actually do, yes" he chuckled. 

"I promise… Urgh, this is too hard. You know I'm not the best with words when talking about my feelings, that I prefer showing it with actions."

"The actions will come later" he smirked, the priest moving uncomfortably next to them.

"Anyway, I promise I will forever love you, Rúben. You aren't getting rid of me, and definitely not any time soon."

"Good" he smiled.

"Anything else?" the priest asked.

"I think that will be all."

"Well, then it's my turn to say some words. Your hands please" the priest said, tying Rowena and Rúben's hands together with a white ribbon and resting his on top of them. "Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you. May beauty surround you both in the journey ahead and through all the years. May happiness be your companion and your days together be good and long upon the earth" he said before untying their hands.

"That was beautiful."

"Thank you, princess. Though these words aren't mine, they are from a book" the priest chuckled. "You may kiss now."

"Wait, we didn't kiss on our first wedding. Why?" Rowena asked.

"I told them not to say it. I didn't want to make you feel more uncomfortable."  

"Oh, that's… thank you."

"I also was afraid you may punch me" Rúben laughed.

"I may punch you now, you idiot" she replied, rolling her eyes.

"Should have asked you to promise that you would not hit me again."

"Too late" she smiled.

"I love you, Rowena" Rúben said, cupping her face.

"I love you too" she replied before kissing him. 

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"Rowena… Rowena, if you keep hugging me like that, you are going to break one of my ribs."

"Good. That would mean that you aren't leaving" she said, hugging him even tighter.

The enemy was now close to one of the main cities near the border, and it was time to face them. To hopefully end this war once and for all. And that meant that Rúben was leaving for battle. Again.

"I'm coming back. I promise."

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do. We are stuck together, remember?" 

"Quite literally right now" Rowena chuckled.

"Indeed" he said, kissing her head. "Everything will be fine. We'll end this and we'll be back home before you know it, planning our trip to meet your parents."

"And eat cupcakes. Aurora's are really good, but you must try the ones they make at the palace."

"Looking forward to it."

"Because we are going to do it. You are going to come back" she said, lifting her head from his chest and meeting his eyes.

"We are."

"My prince, it's time" General Felix said.

"Yes, of course."

"No!" she complained, hugging him again. "I don't want you to leave me alone!"

"Rowena, I'm not leaving you alone. I'm always with you" Rúben said, unwrapping her arms from around him and making her look at him. "I'm always with you here" he said, taking the hand where she wore her new wedding ring and kissing it. "Also here and here" he continued, touching first her necklace and then her heart. "And hopefully… hopefully here too" he whispered as his hand moved to her stomach. "Remember what the old king who built the summer palace said to his wife every time he left it?"

"This isn't a goodbye. It's a see you soon."

"Exactly. And this is the same. It is a see you soon, because I am coming back. I love you, Rowena."

"I love you too" she said before kissing him, hoping that her kiss would tell him everything she felt for him and that she always struggled to say with words. Hoping it would somehow protect him and bring him back to her. Because as she had promised herself that first night together, war wasn't going to take him away from her.

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Author's note: The priest's blessing is the Apache wedding blessing, those aren't my words. So the credit goes to them 😁

[whitmoreroyals]

The Royal Wedding of Crown Prince Ethan & Andrea Thurston (1964) 

Transcript under the cut

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Millions are gathering to witness the first televised royal wedding. It's sure to be a fairytale nuptial.

As the final guests make their way into the Cathedral, we notice some significant royal representatives. such as HRH Princess Elenor of Albion @thealbionroyals, TM King Alexandrina I and TRH Grand Princess Frederick Harrington of Esha @crownsofesha, HM Queen Beatriz and HM Mother Rowena of Uspana @nexility-sims, and TM King Johnathan and Queen Elizabeth of Corrilea @theroyalsofcorrilea.

The following royal representatives arrive TRH Earl Thomas and Countess Lillian of Hereford @stthomaspalace, TRH Crown Prince William lll and Duchess Katherine of Simdonia @bridgeportbritt, and TRH Prince Ezra and Princess Gabriela, The Prince and Princess of Westburg @trentonsimblr.

And the final royal representatives have arrived TM King Frederick and Queen Elenore of Elthonia @miyuzarry, HIM King Everette III, HRH Princess Lorraine of Iona @funkyllama, and TRH Crown Prince Otto and Crown Princess Roa of San Sequoia @hrh-the-royals.

Escorted by her father Zander Thurston, the bride travels from Renard Palace to Queen María's Cathedral for her marriage to Crown Prince Ethan.

As the bride makes her way into the Cathedral we see Crown Prince Ethan and his best man Diego Olson waiting patiently at the altar.

The beautiful bride wearing a satin dress with lace sleeves is making her way up to the altar with her bridesmaids, flower girl and pageboy's following behind.

The bridal party features Eliana Thurston, Maliyah and Malakai Thurston, Lady Bridgette Houser Jones, HRH Prince Colin of Irenda, Adrianna Thurston, and HRH Prince William III of Simdonia.

The wedding ceremony was performed by Lionel, Eye of Jacob as he gives his sermon and blesses the couple with the watchers' blessing.

{Eye of Jacob} As you embark on your journey together, there are three important blessings from the Watcher that you must receive. Firstly, you shall be granted The Watcher's Absolution, which will absolve you of any past sins and allow you to move forward together without any hindrance.

{ Eye of Jacob} Secondly, you shall be granted the Watcher's touch, which will protect the holy union that you are creating here today. Lastly, you shall be granted the Watcher's Blessing, which will assure you that the Watcher loves and cherishes you both individually and as a couple, and will always be with you.

{Eye of Jacob} It is now time for you to declare your intention in front of the Watcher and all who have gathered here today, as you have received Jacob's Trilogy of Praise. Ethan, will you take Andrea Everly Thurston as your lawfully wedded wife?

{Ethan} I do.

{Eye of Jacob} Andrea, do you take Ethan Alexander David George to be your lawfully wedded husband?

{Andrea} I do.

{Eye of Jacob} By the watchers blessing I pronounce you husband and wife.

The newlywed couple are seeing breaking away from tradition as they share a kiss during the ceremony.

Congratulations to the newlywed couple as they embark on this new journey together.

The newlywed couple can be seen giving an expression of respect to TM King Andrew and Queen Anne.

The crowds cheer as the newlyweds walk out of the Cathedral to the carriage where they make their journey back to Renard Palace for the reception.

The royals begin a new tradition by appearing on the balcony of the Palace to wave to the millions of Whitmorians as their way of making their people feel included on their big day.

On this day, the newlyweds started a new tradition by sharing a public kiss on the balcony, something the royals had never done before.

Creator Notes: Thank you to everyone who sent your lovely sims to be a part of this wedding and for being so patient with me. After months of waiting due to having some unexpected things happen in my life. If you want to see the photos in color you can see them HERE :)

[straightbaittournament]

may the best bait win! propaganda under the cut:

sam and rowena:

Their relationship was clearly going in that direction before the writers killed Rowena.

selina and bruce:

So a while back there was a whole thing about their wedding with SO much buildup. Like a whole mini series, a couple arcs in the main batman run, Superman and Nightwing threw him a bachelor party. Then when it was time for them to get married Selina fuckin left him at the altar. She left him at the altar man

[bloodydeanwinchester]

12x23 // 15x03

rowena and crowley saying goodbye to the boys as they die for a spell to save them

[simshousewindsor]

CORONATION PART 3: THE CROWNING

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Her Majesty has arrived at the abbey!

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Her Majesty waves to the crowd before going into the annex. She will wait there awhile but the Prince consort will go ahead to begin his procession. We will go within to the splendid scene which there awaits her.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The Archbishop has made his way around the abbey to greet the Prince consort while Her Majesty's Maids of Honor, and the Peers of the Realm, descend from the upper chambers.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Her Majesty's Maids of Honor make their way outside and gather her robe before entering the annex.

- - - - - ROYAL CROWN - - - - -

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The choirs position was a huge planning discussion, with committee insiders believing they should have been moved to the upper chambers.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Really?

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The Coronation Committee wanted to use the choirs space to seat dignitary.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: I think the choir looks lovely! Better than stuffy dignitary!

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: I agree! The Prince consort makes his way past the choir, flanked by the Admiral of the Fleet.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Making his way down the naive, the Prince consort follows his coronation jewels.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The Sword of State leads the jeweled procession, followed by the Coronation rings dating back to 1841, and the Prince Rainier Crown.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: The palace announced @normalsiim as the creator of the Prince's crown, ending weeks of speculation as to what the first Prince consort of Windenburg would wear to be crowned.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: As the Prince consort moves down the abbey, the choir begin their lovely anthem, there comes into sight all the splendors of the great officers in their robes.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Following His Royal Highness, The Sovereign's scepter and Sovereign's orb lead St. Leo's Crown, and The Imperial State Crown of the Queen.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Her Majesty's purple robe of estate can be seen in its full splendor. Made of silk, it's embroidered with wheat ears and olive branches taking 3,500 hours to make.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Her Majesty's train is carried by her six Maids of Honor, and is said to weigh 6lbs!

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: As Her Majesty approaches, the choir begin a new anthem of "Regina, Regina! Katherine!"

Choir: 🎶Regina, Regina! Katherine! Regina, Regina! Katherine!🎶

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The Throne Chairs, which are used during the Enthroning and the Homage, were originally made for the Coronation of King George I and Queen Rowena in 1992.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Sitting across the enthroning chairs are the heads of the five noble families of Windenburg.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The Rt. Hon. Lord Birch will move to sit with the other members of parliament, shortly before the homages, as he is also the Minister of Treasury.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The bishops have now placed each of the jewels on the altar as the Prince consort and Queen move closer to their Chairs of Estate.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Sitting across from the royal family are the Windenburg parliamentary leaders of state (R to L), the Prime Minister, Minister of Defense, Minister of the Interior, Minister of State, Minister of Foreign Affairs, and the Minister of Heath.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: The Royal Family, sitting opposite, watch as Her Majesty passes. Seated in the second row are The Prince of Brindleton Bay and Princess Grace, who were escorted in through the side entrance along with the Queen Mother.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Her Majesty's Maids of Honor attend to her every need, as she makes her way to be crowned.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Are they taking off her robe?

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Yes. Her Majesty will be changing into another garment during the service.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: The Archbishop is speaking. The coronation ceremony is beginning!

- - - - - THE CEREMONY - - - - -

Archbishop of Calgary: Sirs, I here present unto you Queen Katherine, your undoubted Queen.

Archbishop of Calgary: "Wherefore all you who are come this day to do your homage and service. Are you willing to do the same?

Congregation: "All Hail Queen Katherine."

Archbishop of Calgary: "Madam, is Your Majesty willing to take the oath?"

Queen Katherine: I am willing.

Archbishop of Calgary: "Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the sims of the United Kingdom of Windenburg, and Brindleton Bay and of your possession and the other territory to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to there respective laws and customs?"

Queen Katherine: I solemnly promise so to do.

Archbishop of Calgary: Will you, to your power, cause law and justice in mercy to be executed in all your judgments?

Queen Katherine: "I will."

Archbishop of Calgary: Will you, to the utmost of your power, maintain the laws of God and the true profession of the gospel? Will you, in the United Kingdom, maintain the protestant reform religion established by law? Will you maintain, and preserve, the settlement of the Church of Windenburg, the doctrine thereof established in Windenburg, and will you preserve unto the Bishops, clergy and churches of Windenburg all such rights and privileges?

Queen Katherine: "All this I promise to do."

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The Queen, escorted as ancient tradition demands, goes to the altar. There, she reaffirms her oath, saying "The things which I have here promised, I will perform and keep, so help me God."

Shon Gableton [SNN]: What did Her Majesty's Maids of Honor just put on her?

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: A lovely supertunica, a shimmering cloth of gold lined with crimson silk.

Queen Katherine: "The things which I have here promised, I will perform and keep, so help me God."

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: "Her Majesty now signs the parchment copy of the oath; this being her only written contract with her sims, before moving to the Coronation Chair for the most sacred part of the ceremony - the anointing. Normally, never seen, we shall hear the words of The Archbishop."

Archbishop of Calgary: "Be thy hand anointed with holy oil. Be thy breast anointed with holy oil. Be thy head anointed with holy oil. As kings and priests and prophets were anointed, and as Lester was anointed King by Samuel the priest so be thou anointed, blessed and consecrated Queen over the people whom the Lord thy God have given thee to rule and govern. In the name of the Father, the son and the Holy Ghost. Amen."

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: With the canopy removed, The Queen is now ready to receive the regalia, the emblems of majesty.

(The Archbishop crowns Queen Katherine)

All: "All hail the Queen! All hail the Queen! All hail the Queen!"

(Trumpets blare)

Archbishop of Calgary: "God crown you with a crown of glory and righteousness, the heavy a right faith, and many-fold fruit of good work you may obtain a crown of an everlasting kingdom by the gift of Him whose kingdom endureth forever.

All: "Amen."

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[cringemesstickles]

A Little Magic

TickleTober Day 18: Magic

Summary: Rowena is helping the Winchesters and Sam is not having fun

Pairing: None

Word Count: 943

A/N: this is so bad, but I couldn’t NOT write a fic with Rowena for this. It was too good of an opportunity 😭

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It was just one of those cases where they needed magic help; and who better to call than the not-so-trusted witch, Rowena.

The brothers sorted through books of spells and incantations, while Rowena set up a makeshift altar to perform her spell, seemingly taking her time.

“Mind going a little faster, Rowena?” Sam jabbed, annoyance in his voice.

Rowena, ever the elegant woman, froze dramatically, side eying the younger Winchester.

“Everything must be perfect in order for this spell to work, Samuel. Unless you want to cause grave destruction, I suggest you be patient.” Responded the witch, returning to her task.

Dean complained just as much as Sam, but preferred to keep it vague and snarky, leaning over to mumble something to his brother every now and then.

“Yeah, Samuel. Let the lady do her work!” He said sarcastically, imitating the witch’s Scottish accent.

Sam couldn’t help but chuckle, appreciating his the elders ability to bring light into an otherwise frustrating situation.

Looking up from her station, Rowena made a face of mock surprise, eying the younger hunter.

“Why, I don’t believe it… The stoic Sam Winchester, showing signs of joy.”

Sam glared at the redhead.

“Yeah, it always seems to show when you’re not around.” Sneered Sam, avoiding eye contact.

Rowena had personally had enough of Sam’s uptight demeanor. At least Dean had some character when he degraded her… Sam was far too passive aggressive for her taste.

Luckily, as a witch, she has her own way of spicing things up.

Safely, of course.

Rolling her eyes and looking back to her spells, she nonchalantly muttered some incantations and carried on as if she hadn’t.

Suddenly, Sam felt a tingly sensation all over his body.

Strange… must just be an itch.

An itch that just so happened to course through his feet, legs, tummy, ribs… everywhere.

The hunter felt a strong urge to giggle, but tried everything in his power to restrain it, frozen in his place.

Dean looked over to his brother, noticing his reddening cheeks and stiff demeanor.

“Hello? Earth to Sam! You good?” Asked Dean with furrowed brows, mildly concerned.

The tingly feeling seemed to all combine and migrate to Sam’s tummy, causing him to collapse in a heap of laughter, curling into a protective ball.

“DEHEHEAN! SOMETHING IS T-TICKLING MEHEHE!”

The elder simply stood there, mouth agape, taking in the bizarre sight in front of him.

After a moment, the pieces seemed to fall into place, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Seriously, Rowena? A tickle spell? Why is that even a thing?”

The witch in question smirked and turned to face the duo, proud of her work.

“There’s a spell for near everything, dear. Besides, I think this one works quite well for Sam.” She said smugly, grinning deviously.

Dean, the big brother that he is, would not have this!

…

He simply had to get in on this action.

“You know… for once, Rowena, you and I are on the same page.”

A look of terror had overtaken Sam’s expression as Dean kneeled beside him and began wiggling his fingers above his tickle spots.

Dean would normally go for Sam’s belly, as that was the sweet spot. But since the spot was protected in his curled position, he’d have to go for a spot that he knew Sam loved just as much.

“WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU- EEK-”

The elder Winchester began to spider his fingers all over Sam’s sensitive kneecaps, eliciting a shrill shriek. The magic tingling on his tummy, combined with the unbearable fluttering on his knees created a deadly combination; a combination so deadly, that it evoked bright boyish laughter from a usually civilized man.

The mood shift was a drastic change from the earlier tension, creating a lighter atmosphere that everyone seemed to prefer.

“ROWENA, PLEHEHEASE!! T-TICKLES TOO MUHUHUCH!”

Just as Rowena was about to respond, Dean made a dramatic gesture, looking quite offended.

“She’s doing too much?! Sam, I think you’ve forgotten who you should REALLY be pleading with… let me remind you~”

Taking advantage of the sensitivity of Sam’s knees, he tickled hard enough for him to kick them out and keep them there as a means of escape. Once they were out of the way, he took his shot and pinned Sam’s arms to the side, leaning down and blowing a big wet raspberry on the exposed tummy, the fabric having ridden up during the squirming.

“DEHEHEHEE!! STAHAHA- PLEHEHEASE! CAN’T BREHEHEATHE!!”

Tears of mirth streamed down Sam’s rosy cheeks that were starting to ache from how wide he was smiling. His nose was scrunched up and his dimples were on full display.

It was truly a sight for sore eyes.

Dean and Rowena finally relented, the witch muttering a reversal to the spell and finally relieving Sam of the relentless ghost tickles.

Sam lay a giggly mess on the floor, still tingling from the attack.

“Well, Rowena, I may not be a fan of you, but I’d say we make a pretty good team when it comes to torturing Sam!” Dean teased, crossing his arms over his chest and watching Sam recover.

“Yes, it would appear that our collaborative efforts have left dear Samuel, well… tickled.”

The word alone was enough to embarrass the younger hunter, and he groaned.

“That was cohohompletely unnecessary…”

Dean helped his little brother off the floor and pat him on the back.

“Maybe, but it was fun. Don’t you dare deny it!”

Sam didn’t respond, but merely rolled his eyes with an exasperated smile.

Sam Winchester learned a rather valuable lesson that day…

Sometimes, all you needed to turn your day around is a little magic.

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

Rowena: "My son, aside from being a noxious blowhard, suffers from the same malady as you, I'm afraid: Winchester Derangement Syndrome"

Cas: "Oh, is that so? Well I feel fine."

Rowena: "Please. Angel of the Lord, King of Hell--more power than I could possibly dream of, utterly wasted, shattered at the altar of Winchester. I may be the one in chains, but the two of you are just as much a prisoner as I."

I can't believe they cut this, I mean I can because it's a little too textually gay for their good Christian heterosexual show, but two of the most influential lines in the fandom were deleted scenes? Also if anyone finds a cure for WDS, lemme know, though we should probably start with Jensen

[gwrgeous]

oizinho , tag ! decidi retomar esse blog porque sinto falta de jogar, mas nenhum dos rps de central que eu entro dura, então voltei a dar uma chance para o 1x1 (ou nxn). eu jogo multimuse com um mesmo partner ou plot individual com cada um, como preferir. ah, eu sou a dottie ou berrie, tenho +25 anos e costumo ser bem eclética para plots. meu único pedido é que você não seja o tipo de partner que combina plot, faz o blog e some ou demora meses para responder 1 reply. eu também sou ocupada e não estou aqui todos os dias, mas levar 3 meses para cada reply acaba com meu muse. 

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basicamente o bucky de opp com qualquer char, até uma oc 

bruce banner de opp também seria um sonho (pode ser com a natasha ou você escolhe quem for) 

HARRY POTTER

salazar slytherin x rowena ravenclaw (eu imploro por um tom hiddleston de opp aqui) 

hermione x draco (com novos fcs) 

hermione x luna (com novos fcs) 

narcisa x lucius (jovens, com novos fcs) 

OC.

muse a é uma patricinha que não faz ideia de que o pai era milionário através do crime, por baixo dos panos. quando sua vida é ameaçada, o homem precisa contar a verdade e coloca seguranças atrás dela o tempo todo. muse b é o chefe dos guarda-costas que anda pegando no pé dela pra protegê-la. (a ideia é um plot com age gap, mas os muses podem ter idades próximas. eu sonho com esse plot com o pedro pascal de opp há anos, então se me der, meu coração é seu) 

muse c é garota de programa e foi contratada pelo pai de muse d para tirar sua virgindade, porque o pai tinha medo do filho ser gay. (esse plot pode ser atual ou se passando em décadas antigas) 

o pai de muse e se casou com a mãe de muse f, o problema é que os dois se odeiam e vivem brigando. no off, muse f gosta de assistir uma garota que trabalha como camgirl, mas ela usa máscara e ele não faz ideia de que essa garota é muse e. 

um plot de uma pessoa largada no altar!!!! 

plot de ex-namorados / ex-casados 

[cpopnatural]

15x13 Notes

-noooooo

-THE PIZZA MAN PROMO

-ALTERNATE SAM AND DEAN

-they said. We need to check off Alternate Universe Sam and Dean before we end this show

-hahahahaha why is she talking like that

-oh the married scene the hellers love

-they only care about Jo and Ruby here because they’re J2’s wives

-god Cas was in love here.

-I love the remodeling Rowena’s been doing

-“I’m far from happy so I should be fine”

-MEG

-this is so funny bc Jensen clearly is having fun dressed like that

-Sam trying to hold the door closed while Dean and Cas stand at the altar

-the thing is the man bun really does make more sense for a fighting context bc you don’t want your hair in your face when you’re doing shit

-he ate the occultum???

-lol this is Eden?

-Jack……

-HIS SOUL

-ALCALLLLLL CAN YOU STOP

-DEAN HUG YOUR SON

Oh my god. Buckleming hit it out of the park 7.5/10. Would be 9/10 if they had gay Dean hit on Cas in front of our Dean

[talesofpassingtime]

She died: and I, crushed into the very dust with sorrow, could no longer endure the lonely desolation of my dwelling in the dim and decaying city by the Rhine. I had no lack of what the world calls wealth, Ligeia had brought me far more, very far more, than ordinarily falls to the lot of mortals. After a few months, therefore, of weary and aimless wandering, I purchased and put in some repair, an abbey, which I shall not name, in one of the wildest and least frequented portions of fair England. The gloomy and dreary grandeur of the building, the almost savage aspect of the domain, the many melancholy and time-honored memories connected with both, had much in unison wit the feelings of utter abandonment which had driven me into that remote and unsocial region of the country. Yet although the external abbey, with its verdant decay hanging about it, suffered but little alteration. I gave way, with a child-like perversity, and perchance with a faint hope of alleviating my sorrows, to a display of more than regal magnificence within. For such follies, even in childhood, I had imbibed a taste, and now they came back to me as if in the dotage of grief. Alas, I feel how much even of incipient madness might have been discovered in the gorgeous and fantastic draperies, in the solemn carvings of Egypt, in the wild cornices and furniture, in the Bedlam patterns of the carpets of tufted gold! I had become a bounden slave in the trammels of opium, and my labors and my orders had taken a coloring from my dreams. But these absurdities I must not pause to detail. Let me speak only of that one chamber, ever accursed, whither, in a moment of mental alienation, I led from the altar as my bride — as the successor of the unforgotten Ligeia — the fair-haired and blue-eyed Lady Rowena Trevanion, of Tremaine.

— E. A. Poe, Ligeia, paragraph twelve