#bro the lights were such a pain to figure out im not built to be an electrician 😔

[haliaiii]

Not art but check out this book nook I built !!!!

(model: Sakura Densya TGB01)

[itscolourmix]

Messy lil things i drew for a certain non-canon event which i just refer to as “The Titan fight” . MC gets overpowered by Invictus and is forcefully turned into a Titan. I wrote a small story about him noticing strange things before it happened, and he goes to TF (nickname for @novadly ‘s Au Gary) for help since they both had connections with a Titan/s. You can read below

disclaimer that im not a professional writer and i know i’d have plenty of mistakes in this story. But please keep in mind that im not aiming for a masterpiece but rather, me just trying to describe what i see in my mind to the best of my ability. Please enjoy.

“Welcome back to “watch me try and describe with best detail what I pictured in my mind” Ft TF & MC.

So yeah I’ve talked about a (non canon) idea where, before MC got possessed by Invictus and turned into a Titan, he actually felt it coming weeks prior. And that, during another Multiverse party he seeks out TF to help him since he’s also linked in some way.

Annnddd yeah, I kind pictured MC finds TF chilling in some booth with his legs on the table, in his own little world. As I’ve sorta drawn out, MC asks to talk to him & while TF isn’t fully prepared he says yes anyway.

MC struggles with an opening sentence, but eventually just lands on ”........something’s wrong” and it all comes flooding out. Everything feels different, day to day things seem off. His hallucinations aren’t as frequent, but when they come, it’s almost as if they’re trying to get something across without even saying anything. It’s been about two weeks and MC’s paranoia is sky rocketing. He feels as if the curse is lying low, waiting for something, but what? he has no clue whatsoever. By this time MC’s already in some sort of panic. He’s stressing out about it. He’s terrified. He wants help.

TF’s a bit overwhelmed, but he keeps listening, kinda hoping some idea will magically appear in his mind. But it hasn’t come. He’s already at a loss for words.

I guess TF manages to ask a few more questions about the situation, like, did it start for any reason, is there anything consistent with the hallucinations, and what does MC think it all means.

MC’s just about to finish a question when he gets hit with a similar weight you might feel when your low on iron. When your head feels heavier and your vision gets blinded for a moment.  Of course in this version there’s a sudden sting that makes him wince a little, and when he finally blinks it away the whole party’s muffled, like someone covered his ears. Everything’s in slow motion. Some feeling gets him to look out in the crowd and there, hidden among all the other Gary’s , is this massive black wolf just standing there with its head lowered, breathing heavily like it’s gone for a big run. But the breathing's loud, and growls in a way. It sounds like there’s gravel in its throat.

It echoes. It’s got big, maroon coloured eyes, which glowed so fiercely that it almost seemed like it was on fire.  It was like staring into the sun, which hurt MC’s sight & immediately hit him with a headache painful enough that he squeezed his eyes shut and turned away. He could still hear the breathing echo. This was obviously another hallucination, but had no idea what he was supposed to do with this.

By this time, TF’s clicked together what was going on, and so he leans across the table and shakes MC’s shoulder gently enough to not startle him, and calls out his name loudly enough that he could focus on him.

“Yo, are you good?”

“I..” , MC trailed off. He attempted to focus on where TF was exactly, and the hallucination seemed to slowly slip away. But the breathing still echoed. MC looked down at his hands. He was falling apart, his skin from the hands down was unraveling like ribbons, blood came pouring out of his arms, his bones where separated into pieces that all floated around him like there was no gravity.

“I’m....uhhh...”

His eye’s were bleeding out, bleeding all over his clothes. Everything got darker. He felt tired all of a sudden, really tired, like he could fall asleep and never wake up. But he fought at it. He blinked hard a few times, and found TF’s concerned stare. “I....” MC’s voice cracked from fear “I don’t know..”

He stared at his left hand, which was slowly disintegrating, and ran fingers through his hair with the right. Pulling the hair back out of his face for a moment. He had no idea what to make of this, but it was proving his point.

“I don’t know what’s going on with me”

MC was so desperate that he was ready to fall to pieces. He was inches away from another sob fest. He just wanted an answer. He just wanted help. He tried so hard to fight the tears back when he looked TF straight in the eye and said “I need help”

“Please,” he begged, “ I thought coming to you would be the right thing. I need help. I need to figure this out.”

TF almost sank into his seat with more guilt that ideas. He couldn’t help, and wasn’t even ready to face the intensity that came with all this. His eyes darted around, too nervous to look MC in face. He finally shrugged and built up the courage to say “Dude, I....I don’t know how to help you....I’m not exactly the smartest guy around”

“But,” fear kept building in MC’s chest, “You’re linked to Bolo, aren’t you?!”

TF forced a smile, which looked more anxious than anything “WAS. TWO YEARS AGO”

The anxious smile unnaturally stretched wider and a pained wheeze escaped him “He chose me to be his successor even though I have like 0 of his brains..” TF was looking at MC now, “I don’t even know what I’m doing half of the time with these powers”

So many things were consuming MC at this point that all he could do was lower his eyes and ask, “He doesn’t even exist as a gut feeling? Or like some force ghost? None of his conscious is around anymore?”

TF nodded, “Man, honestly? I kinda wish he did. Right now I’d prefer to be back when he was just a voice in my head. A force ghost would have been the coolest thing. But, no. I’m sorry”

There was a brief silence before MC sighed, defeated. “So, I could be screwed? Whatever they’re planning to do...that’s just it?” MC felt like giving up. He wish he did ages ago. Maybe things would’ve been easier then. Seeing MC look this tired and unhappy made TF already feel a deep regret. It was difficult, seeing an alternate version of yourself depressed, but to let them down? Like yeah, a lot of people let people down. And maybe you can let yourself down from time to time. But to see it happen in front of you. To see a reaction. It was enough .TF’s anxiety was traded for that small spark of determination. He had to come up with something, give this guy some hope.

“You know what? Why don’t we go with my gut feeling ? A good old Goodspeed feeling! From pal to pal.”

Mc looked up at him.

“I say, we wait it out. If you can’t make out what’s going on and I can’t, then we need to collect some more info. Let these things come, but try not to get too spooked. Try and read what’s going on. Write it on a sticky note and piece it together. From what you’ve told me, yeah, somethings definitely afoot. But nothing the Master Commander can’t handle, right?” TF leaned over once again to deliver a light fist bump to MC’s shoulder. “Your powerful! And cool! And your super tough. You’re a super tough Goodspeed! I believe in you, dude. You’ve kept it together this long”

The first, genuine smile broke out from MC’s lips, and he chuckled a bit “How the hell have I?”

“ I donno bro, but your fantastic at it! So keep going.”

They shared a fist bump

“Thanks. I’ll uh, take your advice into account”

After a moment, MC moved his way out of the booth, but before he stood up, TF reached a hand out. “Hang on! Just before you go. Does anybody know about this? What you’ve told me”

“....No. I don’t want to worry them. If I told Star his eyes would be glued to me 24/7. He hates Invictus so, if it sturs trouble for me I’m not sure whether he’d try to kill me or not.”

“Well, just in case, maybe mention it- or, if anything happens, let me know. If you can’t come maybe send Star?”

Mc tittered, “If things hit the interstellar fan, then yes. But let’s hope not”

....

little does he know

[mydarlingvioletine]

‘Just a Puppy Crush’

Ship(s): Violet/Clementine

Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

Summary: a zombie-less modern AU in which two dorks finally get together with the help of their friends.

                        Chapter 1

It started out with an invitation Violet found on her desk. A light purple envelope, her name written on it in beautiful calligraphy.

                 Well, it started a little bit before that.

Violet missed her alarm. And six of the backup ones she had set in advance. Her mother had left early for her shift at the diner and her father didn’t come home last night, so she slept peacefully and uninterrupted.

Until she lazily stretched out with a yawn, eyes opening and landing on the alarm clock across her.

                     7:20

She hardly had time to register what it said before the alarm started angrily beeping again.

        “Holy shit… Fuck… Shit!” Violet scrambled to get up, smacking the top of the alarm clock to silence the robotic screaming. She threw her sheets to the side, grabbing her jacket off the door hook on the way out.

While vigorously brushing her teeth, she looked down at her phone.

            15 missed messages from Pain in My Ass.

[ur uber is Here… am outside]

[got your drink & bagel, where are u?]

[viiiioooooleeet]

[ v i o l e t ]

[did you put the key in a different spot?]

[coward.]

Violet scrolled through the herd impatiently, getting to the latest messages, about 15 minutes ago.

[violet please fucking get up i didnt do my english homework i need to copy off of you marlon won’t let me copy his anymore]

[fuck i have to go i cant be late to pre-session but I’ll have brody come check on you to see if you can make the late entrance with her! ill keep your breakfast with me im sure mr. everett wouldn’t give a shit if you ate in class. i do it all the time]

          As if on cue, there was a faint, nervous knock on the door. God bless Brody.

“Be right there!” Violet shouted, quickly throwing her work messily into her backpack. She grabbed a couple dollars off the kitchen table for lunch, threw on her boots, and booked it towards the door.

     "Hey,“ Brody grinned at the shaggy-haired, droopy-eyed messy Violet in front of her. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Violet grimaced, mumbling to herself as she ducked into the passenger seat of Brody’s truck. She caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, and pulled up the hoodie of her jacket to cover her shame.

         The drive felt like forever, with Brody’s insufferable choice of music. Who still listens to Coldplay? In 2019? Violet was too grateful to complain, and clenched her jaw to hold her tongue.

Brody tried to hold a conversation, but Violet was too out of it to contribute anything other than nods and the occasional “mhm.”

      “Then Marlon was mad at me! I can’t believe that guy. I swear, if he wasn’t my best friend I’d…” Brody’s voice petered out as she pulled into the school parking lot, backing into her spot next to Louis’ car.

Violet immediately jumped out, gave a quick “thankyousomuchioweyouone,” and booked it towards the front doors of the school. The front desk ladies were distracted, so Violet was able to sneak past them and make her way down to the math wing.

            106… 108… 110!

Relieved, Violet peeked through the window, seeing Marlon’s pathetic excuse for a haircut as confirmation that she was at the right place.

     She tried her best to quietly open the door as to not interrupt the class and draw attention to herself, but wasn’t surprised when the door noisily creaked open, everyone’s heads turning towards her.

Really, Ericson? Ever heard of WD 40?

Violet shyly ducked her head, placing herself between Louis and Aasim. Before she could say anything, Louis placed her coffee and bagel on her desk, a patient smile on his face.

         Violet was able to manage a “thank you” while she was scarfing down the bagel. Cheeks full and a dab of cream cheese hanging on her top lip, it’s safe to say that she did not expect Clem to approach her desk at that moment with the worksheet she’d missed.

“Hey, Vi,” Violet’s head jerked up, meeting eyes with Clementine. Embarrassed, she took a tissue and wiped her face, swallowing before she took the worksheet from Clem’s hands. “Grabbed this for you.”

        “Thanks,” Violet managed to stammer, giving a sheepish smile while pulling her pencil case out of her pocket. Clementine hadn’t moved.

Violet tensed up, waiting for Clem to make a comment on her appearance or tease her. Instead, she placed an envelope on top of the worksheet, uncertainty embedded in her actions.

         "Uh, that’s for you. I’m having a birthday party tomorrow night at my house.“ Clem pushed the envelope towards her with emphasis, and cleared her throat nervously. "You don’t have to come if you don’t want. It’s on a Friday night and I know you probably have pla-”

“No,” Violet interrupted her, her voice louder than she anticipated. She received an exhausted look from Mr. Everett. “I’ll totally be there.”

      Clementine immediately perked up, a dorky smile on her face. “Awesome. Oh, and it’s gonna be a sleepover. You don’t have to stay for that.”

Violet frowned, cocking her head and looking at Clem under a suspicious lens. “You don’t have to invite me, y'know.” She sighed, placing the envelope back into Clementine’s hands. “I get it.”

        Clem froze up, visibly upset. “No, fuck. I really want you to come. I just didn’t know if that was your kind of thing.”

Violet, unconvinced, lowered her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. Cold. The heat of Clem’s hand covering her own was a nice contrast to that.

            Wait.

“I want you there,” Clementine insisted, squeezing her hand between her own. The heat from the touch quickly flushed to Violet’s face, her pale skin unable to mask the blush that covered it. “Please come.”

     Louis and Aasim exchanged an annoyed glance at the useless sapphics. Mr. Everett had stood up and taken an interest to their conversation at this point.

“Clem, go back to your seat please,” Mr. Everett cleared his throat, to which Clem recoiled, dropping Violet’s hand. “Violet is more than capable and doesn’t need hands-on help.”

       Clem, face red and flustered, ducked her head and moved back to her seat in the front of the classroom. “Sorry, da- I mean Mr. Everett.” She squeaked, glancing over her shoulder one more time at Violet, uncertainty and sadness on her face.

Mr. Everett continued the lecture, but Violet was too busy staring out the window. She was completely zoned out. She figured she’d just get the notes from Aasim later. She saw Louis give her the occasional worried glance out of the corner of her eye, and kept her focus on the kids playing in the courtyard.

      The class couldn’t have gone any slower, but eventually the bell rang, and all the tension that had built up in Violet’s muscles was relieved.

She didn’t know why this class stressed her out so much. She was pretty good at math, only the second highest grade in the class behind Aasim. Mr. Everett made her feel uneasy.

     He wasn’t a bad guy. Quite the opposite, really. He was a fun teacher who had gone to great lengths to help Violet out with her work. A little by-the-book, but a big sweetheart.

   Plus, he picked on Louis a lot. So he was pretty likeable in her eyes.

Clementine had gone up to Mr. Everett and they were now talking, Clem dropping the classroom decorum to tug on his arm and take a $5 dollar bill out of his wallet for lunch.

        Violet didn’t realize she was staring until both of their gazes landed on her. Startled, she pulled her hoodie back over her head and started gathering her books as quick as she could. She could hear distant murmuring, but couldn’t make anything out.

Her panic was interrupted by Louis swinging an arm around Violet’s shoulders, holding an almost identical envelope up in front of her face, but it was green.

     "If it’s about transportation, I can pick you up. C'mon, the Vi I know and love would never miss out on a chance to get her ass handed to her in Super Smash Bros.“ Louis teased, earning a playful punch on the shoulder from Violet.

"Yeah, right,” Violet rolled her eyes, looking over at Aasim to see he also had one, but orange. “You going?”

       "Nah, my moms are taking me camping this weekend.“ Aasim chirped, a glint of mischievousness in his voice. Noticing the curious glances from his two friends, he cracked an evil grin and spoke one word. "Campfire.”

“Smokey the Bear, Aasim,” Violet giggled, shaggy hair falling in front of her eyes. “What can you do to prevent forest fires?”

       Louis laughed while Aasim rolled his eyes, picking up his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. “I’ll see you guys at lunch.”

Aasim was gone for what seemed like half a second when Clementine appeared at her desk again, followed by Mr. Everett. Violet froze, her grip on her books tight.

      “My dad wants to introduce himself. Not as Mr. Everett, but as ‘Cool Dad Lee.’” Clem raised her hands to make air quotes, while Le- Mr. Everett held out his hand to shake Violets’.

        Bewildered, she shook his hand.

“Hello, Violet,” Mr. Everett looked happy, glancing between Clem and she. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

      That line earned an elbow in the stomach from Clementine. Violet, still frozen, gave a robotic laugh.

“Oh, I wanted to tell you to ignore that part of the envelope where it says 'presents mandatory.’ My mom is a bit of a smart-ass.” Clem snorted, before cocking an eyebrow over at Louis. “Not you though, rich boy.”

       Louis gave her some finger guns, a big, goofy smile on his face. “Respect for that.”

The second bell rang, interrupting the conversation. Violet threw her backpack over her shoulder, and shot a glance towards Louis. “Fuck, Ms. Martin is gonna be so pissed.”

       "I’ll write you a pass. Don’t worry about it.“ Mr. Everett pulled a notepad out of his pocket and took the pen that was perched on Clementine’s ear. "Just.. try to make sure he actually gets there.” Mr. Everett gestured to Louis, who gave a mock gasp at the implication.

“Will do,” Violet promised, grabbing Louis by the neck of his coat. “I’ll uh.. see you two tomorrow night.”

      “You’re coming?” Clem squealed, her eyes giving away how happy she was. Violet nodded sheepishly, looking back at Mr. Everett before dragging Louis out of the classroom.

“I like that girl,” Lee stated, capitalizing on the blush that had taken over Clem’s cheeks. “Reminds me of someone.”

     Clementine rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently as he made up a pass for her. “That’s good…”

Lee tore off the front page of the notepad, and held it high before giving it to Clem. “You have my blessing.”

Clementine’s flustered state turned into a fit of anger, as she jumped up to try and grab the pass out of his hand. “Shut. Up.” Clem grabbed onto the slip, wrenching it out of his arm. “I introduce you as my Cool Dad and this is how you repay me?”

      Lee chuckled, putting the pen back behind her ear. “If you think I’m bad, just wait ‘til Carley sees her.. Oh, boy.. Her cheeks are gonna be red from all that pinching.”

Clementine huffed and stomped out of the classroom, putting all of her weight onto her prosthetic foot, so it noisily clattered. She kept up the noise until she knew she was out of ear shot, and smiled to herself, bunching the bottom of her sweatshirt up in her hands.

          Her seventeenth birthday was going to be perfect.

[cas-is-my-hero-blog1]

New Beginnings

Part one: Dean’s big move

(Au series Fbi agent Dean Winchester Teacher human Cas and Ghost hunter Sam) ~warnings cussing sadness fluff mentions of sex mentions of death Dean as an Ex Fbi agent troubled past~ Dean looked at all his bags he packed in the trunk of car. After being a hell of an agent for a number of years he was forced into retirement at the age of 38. He was on a special assignment taking down a drug ring he found out the leader of the ring was the only man he ever loved. He busted up the drug ring but not before Deans ex shot him in the hip. Dean spent months recovering now he walks with a permanent limp. His Ex was sentience to life in prison. “Damn it all after all the time I spent on the fucking force all I have to show for it is a limp and a gold watch. At least I’m still alive and I still have you baby. You can be the only love in my life. Well besides my baby brother.” He said as he ran his hand over the cars hood. Baby would be just an old car to some but to Dean she was his pride and joy. She was a black 1967 four door hardtop Chevy Impala. Beautiful to look at and fast too. She got him out of all kinds of bad scrapes. She got Dean and many Witnesses away from the bad guys. Dean drunk his morning coffee and ate a piece of pie as he drove down the road. He turned the radio on as Carry On My Wayward Son started to play. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song. Dean always did love classic rock. “ well baby will be in New Jersey soon I just hope that they all have a nice parking place for you. I know you’ve got me out of so many rough spots.” Dean said stopping at a red light. Secretly Dean longed to find love. Be it man or woman just someone who’d love him for him. He thought he found it with Crowley. He was charming sweet but also so badassed. He seemed so perfect but it was all a lie. The man of his dreams was a drug king pin. Dean shook his head clearing out his thoughts of the past. The light turned green he could see a small run down apartment building. He sighed a little as he pulled in. “Well baby welcome home.” Dean said as he saw a handsome man in a multi-colored turtleneck put his trash in a dumpster. Dean just watched him as he bent down to tie his shoe. Dean had no idea why he was so fascinated by this man. He was kind of an odd duck was that why he couldn’t take his eyes off. One thing Dean did know or at least he thought he knew. It couldn’t be love he was done with love. The strange man in the multicolored sweater walked towards the doors. “Hey Cas the ass how bout changing my F to an A?“ Asked a very tall well built young man as he jumped out of the bushes right in front of the man in the multi-colored sweater. “How bout no way in hell Scott. One you can call me Castile or professor only my friends can call me Cas. Two you get the grade you earn I don’t care if you are a football player who needs to pass my class in order to play next season. If you have tried talking to me Scott I may have helped you now stop being an assault and get out of my way.“ Cas growls as he tries to walk pass Scott. “ I thought you’d say that’s why I brought a few friends with me Cas the ass!!!” Scott shouted as he whistled five more tall guys ran out. They all jumped Cas and started to beat the shot out of him. One even kicked him in the head. Cas being bout half conscious tries to get away Scott pulls out a gun shoots Cas twice in the right side. Everything happened so fast Dean didn’t know for sure what was going on. He ran out of baby as fast as he could when he realized what was happening. His hip didn’t even bother him mostly because he didn’t have time to think about it. Dean took out his gun shot it in the air. “Get the Fuck out of here and leave that man alone. Unless you want shot in the fucking head!!!” Dean shouted as he leaned down to check Cas out. “Fuck you bitch I ain’t scared. My beef is with Cas the ass not you little bitch.” Scott said to Dean glaring at him. Dean shot right above his head and Scott ran off like striped assed ape. Dean checks for a pulse and finds a pretty strong one. He carefully picks Cas up and wishpers in his ear. “Cas I don’t know who you are but, you’re gonna be ok. I promise you and I won’t leave you till I’m sure your ok.” Dean said as he put Cas in the front passenger seat next to him. Dean didn’t know why he felt a connection to him but, he did know what happened to Cas wasn’t right. So he was goanna do everything he to make sure he was goanna be ok. One thing Dean knew for sure he wasn’t falling in love. Well at least that what he told himself. Dean floored baby and drove her like a bat out of hell . Cas was awake but he was in so much pain he was out of it. “ I gotta go to work tomorrow. If I don’t go to school they’ll pass him I just know it. I got leave ow I can’t go to the hospital.“ Cas panted out nearly above a whisper as he reached for the door handle. “Cas I’m Dean and you’ll be ok. You just need relax. I don’t think you’ll be going to school tomorrow you’ll be in the hospital. Look man you’ve been beat up badly and shot in the side twice. We’ll figure out something bout that punk who shot you. You need to relax cause your lucky to be awake right now.“ Dean said in a concerned tone. “But if i can’t make it in tomorrow they’ll pass him. Cause they’re won’t be time to ow find a sub. The principal would be the substitute teacher and he’s a big jock with no pride in ethics. Maybe I shouldn’t be a teacher because I care too much. Maybe I should of just changed his grade but, but then that would have been fair to all the other students who earned their grade. Oh I’ve never been in so much pain in my life and I feel so sleepy.” Cas said trying to keep his eyes open. “ Cas I haven’t known you for very long but I can tell you’re a damn good teacher. That you really care about kids and that’s good. It’s oh so good that you care a lot about you just need can learn to defend yourself. Please try to stay awake I know it hurts if you’ll be okay. Just stay awake please stay awake.” Dean said as he neared the hospital still driving fast. Dean pulled into the hospital just as Cas passed out from the pain. Dean picked him up carefully and ran him into the hospital. A couple of doctors took him from Dean. They rushed Cas back to surgery. Told Dean to wait in the waiting room. So Dean let out a sigh the waiting room wasn’t packed it was almost empty. Maybe if it was packed Dean would be more at ease. Dean sunk down in his seat he closed his eyes. Dean let his mind drift back to when he and Sam where kids. When Dean was 16 and Sam was 12 their mother Marry and father John were attacked and killed by a pack of werewolves. From that point on Dean tried to make sure his brother was well taken care when they were short on money and low on food Dean always made sure his baby brother had enough to eat even if that met not eating himself. Dean when he got older he became a Fbi agent to help people and Sam decided to hunt ghost werewolves and other supernatural creatures. Dean helps support Sam all he can with his business. Dean’s thoughts came crashing back to the present when Dean looked at his watch. It’s been a couple hours and Cas was still in surgery. “What the hell is wrong with me i don’t even know him. Let alone love him I could never love anyone again.“ He said low to himself. Dean got up and started to pace he rubbed his cell phone. Maybe he should call his brother Sammy. Sammy always knew what to say to calm Dean down. So he dialed Sam’s number and waited. “Hey big bro what’s up?” Sam answered with a yawn. “Not much im in the hospital but don’t panic I brought some one in a few hours ago.” Dean said still pacing. “Ok one stop pacing two I have to worry because if you spent that much time with him in the hospital it has to be a friend of ours. Because I knew you you don’t spend that much time in the hospital with someone you just brought there. Is he maybe your new love?” Asked Sam with a giggle. “No I just met him today he seems nice. Odd but nice he was ambushed by his students he’s been shot I don’t know. I guess I feel sorry for him.” Dean said finally sitting back down. A Dr came out “Mr Castile is awake and asking for you follow me.” “Sam I gotta go call you later.” Dean hung up and took a deep breath not knowing what to expect. To be continued…… ———-A/n———————————————— Feed back is extremely appreciated this is my frist Au fic ever special thanks to: @mishacrazyworld @pie-not-cake-you-assbutt @sofreddie @wayward-oneshots @waywardmoeyy @jhoomwrites @just-another-busy-fangirl @foodiestiel @feathered-winchester @fanforfanatic @supernatural-jackles @supernaturalfreewill @because-sam-winchester @winchesters-favorite-girl