#but here I am lol

[nightxradio]

[mxltifxnd0m]

cereal-lized ✫ winchesters

summary: a morning after a rough hunt

pairings: dean winchester x gn! reader, sam winchester x gn! reader, platonic! dean winchester x reader, implied sam winchester x reader

requested: yes/no: by anon! thank you for requesting this, i hope this is what you envisioned :)

words: 745

warnings: no use of 'y/n', smidge of angst, fluff, none really

a/n: thank you again to the anon that requested this! also i couldn't resist having sam and the reader together since they're besties with dean 🤭. also sorry for the bad pun for the title, i couldn't resist lol

𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You managed to pull yourself out of bed this morning, detangling yourself from the arms that were wrapped around you. You trudged through the halls of the bunker to get to the kitchen, where you found Dean in his 'dead man' robe, sitting at the table. He was practically slumped over his bowl of cereal, his head in his hand as he chewed slowly, staring at the wall blankly.

The hunt for the three of you was a rough one, not only on your bodies but also on your minds. You never liked going on hunts when they involved kids, and you guys had to deal with changelings. It took you guys a lot longer than it should have to try to find where the mother changeling had the kids, and by the time you guys found and killed the thing, it had fed on over half of the kids it took.

It hit the three of you hard as the drive back to the bunker was dead silent. No music, no conversation. Just the rumblings of the Impala and the low noises of breathing coming from you, Dean, and Sam.

Your sock-clad feet led you to the shelves that held the tableware, and you grabbed a bowl, then looked in the silverware drawer to grab a spoon before sitting across from Dean and pouring cereal and milk into it.

Usually, whoever got up first in the bunker would make breakfast for the three of you, but it was always either you or Dean since Sam would go on his morning runs and come back after you had just finished cooking breakfast. But this morning was different for obvious reasons. Sam didn't go on his morning run, and Dean made cereal instead of the typical eggs, bacon, and toast he would make for the three of you.

Dean made eye contact with you as he chewed his food lazily and nodded at you in acknowledgment.

"Morning." You rasped out before diving into your breakfast. You usually had an appetite in the mornings but you were not feeling it this morning. Regardless, you still need to eat something and cereal was your safest bet.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, content with just being in each other's presence as your spoons clinked against the porcelain of the bowls the two of you ate out of. You and Dean found solace in each other's company, whether it be in silence or the random conversations the two of you would have when avoiding research for a hunt. Sam would complain when the two of you would procrastinate and tell you two to shut up (even though you saw the slight smile on his face when you and Dean would get into petty arguments).

You had a good rapport with the eldest Winchester, being able to match his stubbornness and sarcastic responses with your quick wit and level-headedness when it came to tense hunts you guys would be working. You eventually broke through his tough exterior and became each other's best friends. He was able to confide in you in ways that he couldn't with his brother.

A couple of minutes had passed before Sam made his way into the kitchen, still in the sweatpants and black t-shirt he wore to bed, and went over to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

"Morning." Sam greeted the two of you as he closed the refrigerator door.

Dean mumbled something that sounded like 'morning,' but you couldn't tell because his mouth was full. You heard Sam bustling about the kitchen behind you before sitting down beside you with a bowl and spoon and planting a kiss on your head as he did.

You smiled at him before going back and eating your cereal slowly. At this point, the cereal was kinda soggy, but you didn't mind.

Dean grunted something, sleep still riddling his features as he shoved his bowl towards Sam, a couple of spoonfuls left in his bowl.

Sam's eyebrows pinched in confusion as he looked at his brother.

"Have the rest. I'm done." Dean said before getting up, his robe swishing behind him as he padded out of the kitchen and down the hall.

You and Sam stared at the doorway that Dean left through, puzzled. You shrugged it off before going back to your now very soggy cereal. Meanwhile, Sam scoffed and shook his head before grabbing the cereal and pouring it into his bowl.

[jetii-mando]

Last Line Challenge

I was tagged by @battlekilt.

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Art: (darker lines are the newest) WIP for a drawing of the "The bride and her ugly ass groom" but its "The bride and her small ass groom" cuz I think it is a criminal offence to call The Captain ugly

Writing: ...okay yeah it's Cars fanfiction I got invested (did you know Lightning is a dino nerd? cuz he is and I love him for it)

“I was hanging out late at the pit,” Strip starts, eyes on the drink in his hands, “the ‘bird didn’t feel quite right after that one turn at the end, wanted them to have a look at it and ended up helping fix the minor issue. After that we went around the trailers and I heard arguing, one-sided arguing at that, from further down. Turns out it was coming from the Rust-eze trailer.” He stops, wanting to say more but reconsiders at the last moment to pivot to say something else, brown eyes meeting Lynda’s blue ones, “Tell me, if you were an agent for a rookie, who’s in their first season in the big leagues, what would you do after they’d gotten fourth?” 

“I’d be pleased, and proud, of course.” She answers without much thought. Who wouldn’t be, with a rookie placing so high? In his first professional season, to boot, and at his age, top 5 was better than most could ask for.  

Tagged: @ladyv-aka-via, @jayjaymorgan, @farkmagic

[manuinout]

Why am I obsessed with this digital horror girl?

[justsomeautistcthings]

I’m back!!! (For how long, who knows.)

[transgreghouse]

Ok Last of Us and House MD crossover

I am having both the last of us brainrot and my usual house brainrot. So I am combining the two. Thanks for @sinclarsupremacy for helping me and listening to me ramble. I love you bro. Anyways this is going to be long but here we go:

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Cuddy: head of the infection department that knew the infection was turning people. Hired House due to his board certification of infectious diseases. Main weapon is hunting rifle and maybe a few knives. She hooks up with Lucas who is a informant for the Fireflies and the military. Breaks up with him when he betrays her to the military. Her main group is with House and Wilson joins them after Amber dies. 

House: Leading the team to help understand how the infection is happening and hopefully to stop the spread. He and the rest of the team escaped but they got split up. It was House and Wilson at first but then he ran off with Amber. House finds Cuddy and teams up with her even though they bicker 24/7. No infarction until five years into the infection. He is somewhat grateful that Cuddy was able to cut out the dead muscle without giving him lockjaw or something. No Vicodin cause it is a pandemic so he is cranky. Can’t run due to leg but is good at close quarter combat. His main weapon is pistols. He has about five of them. Once he gets a flamethrower it is over for everyone lol. His cane is also his main weapon of choice. Hates clickers the most. 

Wilson: worked at the hospital where House and the rest of the team were working. Managed to get out and teamed up with his Amber who is his assistant. They managed to survive for a couple years but Amber gets bit by a clicker when she goes into a building looking for food. Wilson finds her and sees her start to turn. He cries the whole time when she asks him to kill her before she fully turns. After that, goes on his own just looking for anyone he knows. He finds House and Cuddy after they get a herd of the infected thrown at them while they were both trying to find a Firefly camp. Wilson had met both of them before the pandemic hit but really grows close to them when they finish off the herd. He and House fall in love but they still bicker and do prank wars. His main weapons are handguns and is good with explosives. Very creative with them

Cameron: was part of House’s team that was there when the infection broke out. Managed to get separated from House and Cuddy but now is in a group (and relationship) with both Chase and Foreman. They become hunters for a little bit using Cameron as bait because of her nice demeanor. They get tired of the senseless killing and heads off to find another safe zone. Is a fast runner and ok in close combat. She much prefers to set bombs like Wilson but is more basic with them. She and Foreman are the cooks because they know Chase cannot cook for shit. Her main weapons besides the bombs are a crossbow and tranquilizers she finds when looking for supplies. 

Foreman: was part of House’s team that was there when the infection broke out. Managed to get separated from House and Cuddy but now is in a group (and relationship) with both Chase and Cameron. The most stylish of the group no suits cause zombies but he has some nice flannels and keeps himself really clean. Took archery lessons as a kid so his main weapon of choice is a bow. He can throw a good punch so he also has a pair of brass knuckles for close combat. Complains everytime he gets blood and guts on his outfit. He carries most of the team’s shit cause he is the strongest. 

Chase: was part of House’s team that was there when the infection broke out. Managed to get separated from House and Cuddy but now is in a group (and relationship) with both Foreman and Cameron. Used to complain like Foreman when he got blood and guts on him but now doesn’t give a shit. His clothes are still randomly put together but he doesn’t care, it is just clothes. Is banned from cooking after he nearly poisoned Foreman. Is the planner of the group, likes to have a few backup plans in a pinch. Doesn’t trust anyone new he meets. His main weapon is a machete and a stolen assault rifle. 

13: 100% another hunter. She cares deep down but she is also trying to survive. She doesn’t know if her Huntington’s or this infection will kill her first. Dresses a lot in flannels and her hair is always tied back. Her main weapon is a shotgun and some knives. Will out arm wrestle you. House is like a father to her somehow so she is trying to find him.

Adams and Masters: were of of the firsts to die from the team. They were both sent to study how the infection spread but they really did find out. Adams dies to spore inhalation and Masters gets bit. They both turn but House finds them after not hearing from them and kills them. His first kill during the pandemic. 

Kutner: got out alive by the seat of his pants. He joined the military just to have some sense of safety and was recruited to be a sniper for them. Is a pretty good shot but unfortunately he gets distracted easily. Ends up being killed due to the fact he never checks the places he goes into for sniping so an infected got him. 

Park: also joined the military but regrets it. She is great in close combat but is a terrible shot. Ends up leaving and teaming up with Taub to go join the Fireflies. Always checks the places they stay at, she is paranoid about getting bit. She was part of House’s team that was there when the infection broke out. Her main weapons are a baseball bat or an axe.

Taub: is on the hunt for a cure. Is determined to find it and doesn’t like to kill people if he doesn’t have to. Is a decent shot but prefers to use his self defense classes to hold his own. He was also on House’s team even they both didn’t like the other. The second best most dressed for the infection but is way more dramatic if he gets blood or guts on himself. Will literally walk out in anger and disgust that he has to change. 

Lucas: is a double informant for both the Fireflies and the military. Used to hook up with Cuddy but she dumps him due to him turning her in to the military due to the fact that Cuddy and House killed a bunch of military during a raid for supplies. Uses a sniper and also some traps but eventually disappears off the face of the earth. No one knows where he is now. 

Volger: gets bit and turned. Before getting bit, he was sponsoring the team to find a cure. But he backs out due to the fact that House exists. Gets turned into a bloater. 

Tritter: joins the military first chance he gets. Hates House in particular due to the fact that he thinks House was the one to let the infection spread in the first place. He tries to hunt House down at every chance he gets. Is trigger happy and also loves to hunt the hunters. Eventually goes insane with bloodlust and House kills him in a fight. 

Stacy: was in a relationship with House before the infection started. They were serious about each other but being separated and having fights right before the pandemic led to them breaking up. She eventually becomes one of the leaders of the Fireflies and runs a camp near New Jersey. She eventually meets her husband Mark during a raid. They are inseparable and Mark is her second in command.

That’s it for now. Let me know if you want to hear more about this crossover

[flamepointed]

so sorry to everyone who might have followed me when my hyperfixation was something different. it has changed again

[imtheindiekid]

WTF GUYS, 121 FOLLOWERS WHAAAAT.

I love you all so much. 😭💕

[joshuamj]

Hero.

[digitalfishwish]

And for both we find out just to what degree, only in the post-show material lmao

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[drowninginthoughts27]

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[lizardkingeliot]

louis whispering in lestat's ear and kissing his face gently is all i care about this is all i'm talking about until season 3 goodbye

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

Dunno if I ever got round to posting this one!

Based on my roommates and I, wherein I unconsciously started vogueing alongside one of my roommates after they started doing it because they got anxious that the third was staring in our direction. Turns out that the brain cell was entirely absent the situation after we all thought to question what we were doing lol

Gotta love mirroring, one of us will pick up a verbal or physical stim and then all the rest of us start doing it too. Monkey see monkey do

Also early mornings amirite

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[timetodiverge]

Excuse me sir, that's my Emotional Support vicious lurca hound

....soooo Batcher is fully Crosshair's puppy now, yes???

-spending the morning at the beach with him instead of Omega -sitting next to him at the table -staying near him while everyone was yelling -squaring off against the wyrm ("YEAH YOU BETTER RUN!!"), then going right to Crosshair to check in, then STAYING THERE while Crosshair has his moment with Hunter