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(Process work can be found on my #super-update tag) Watching in full screen will make me very happy! :D

This was a scene in an rp I did with @everythingelsegoesherethen back in 2015 before she left fandom that I liked so much that I decided to adapt it, so think of it as glorified fanfiction. But eventually, this became my love letter to fandom. 

Everyone in fandom has always been so awesome and creative that, over time, being exposed to such inspiring works has granted me the courage to do the same.  (So thank you!!!!)

I especially admire and look up to and was inspired by a lot of meta writers in this fandom in particular so it feels like a crime NOT to credit those who’s writing has helped me. So BIG shoutout to @neven-ebrez and @littlehollyleaf for scenario inspiration/great character analysis!! Their posts have helped me tremendously in breaking down the show so that I was (hopefully) able to capture the look of SPN in essence while providing my own twists.

If you want to watch another SPN-related film I’ve done, then please view “The Fledgling.” This film was inspired by @whelvenwings, @castihalo, and @consulting-cannibal.

If you like my movies, please stay tuned to my lineup list for my upcoming projects!

This took a lot so I’ll...I’ll just...lie down here now...

BONUS FEATURES:

Screenplay 

[deancrowleycas]

men will spend hours on a Supernatural art deep dive because they search for the artist of that damn T-shirt and know that art is somewhere in someone's archive

[chantedeer-blog]

HAVE YA GUYS SEEN THE WELCOME TO THE MADNESS PV??? WELL NO NEED TO WATCH BC THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED

[vinnie-cha]

I call this artwork: “not coping particularly well with the latest episode”

[sharksflyinginspace]

This is fucking adorable and beautiful

Come Home

a very, very happy belated birthday to @trashboyanakin. Lion Prince, you’ve been with me pretty much since the beginning of this blog, and I love you for it. I hope this year is being as good to you as you deserve. Have some more Cas crocheting, Dean and Cas having a paint fight, and Team Free Will building themselves a home. <3

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Dean smiled as he entered the bunker’s library to hear the familiar sounds of Cas knitting, the steady rhythmic soundtrack to every single morning. In his hands he held a pair of mugs, and the scent of coffee curled up into the air, exotifying the musty scent of old books and dust-thick shelves. Dean had splashed out last time he went to the store, and bought a special Colombian blend.

Cas was sitting facing the door, his ball of wool resting on the table in front of him.

“Made you coffee,” Dean said, walking over to the table and setting one of the steaming mugs down, leaning over so that he could neatly place it next to the red wool that Cas was using for his latest project. Cas’ hands didn’t stop their work, but he looked up at Dean and smiled warmly.

“Thank you, Dean,” he said.

His needles flashed as they moved, the gentle lamplight catching on their smooth metallic surface. Dean pulled up a chair opposite Cas and set down his own mug of coffee on the table.

“Ahhhhh,” Dean said, taking a sip. “That’s good stuff.”

Cas smiled at him, before turning his attention back to his knitting. He looked so relaxed, the lines of his face soft and gently-set. He was wearing one of his own creations around his shoulders, a big pink scarf that was almost a blanket, and his cheeks were smooth and shaven. He looked so good, Dean could have sat and watched him forever.

And he really could have done. Perhaps once he would have undercut himself for saying something like that, even within the confines of his own mind, but there was something about this room, this exact moment… the smell of the coffee and the light of the lamps over Cas’ shoulders. The way Dean’s own heartbeat was steady as a rock, his hands relaxed, his eyes easy. He’d slept well the night before, lying beside Cas with their fingers interlaced, his head turned so that his face was resting more on Cas’ pillow that his own. Cas had been lying on his chest, so he hadn’t minded, and Dean had woken with the scent of Cas all around him. It had been a good morning. He couldn’t remember a better one.

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[crowtective]

@castihalo I JUST READ YOUR TAGS AND IM

[fifteenleads]

it must be the caffeine

[Based off the YOI Medical AU by @chantedeer and @perdizzion.]

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Viktor hums an old tune as he ambles along the quiet corridor, the magenta-colored stethoscope around his neck slightly bouncing off his chest with every light step. He doesn’t have any scheduled operations until after lunch, but there isn’t any harm in clocking in a bit earlier than usual. The nurses usually don’t mind him hanging around the pediatric surgical ward as often as he does, only occasionally sparing him fleeting glances whenever he passes the nurses’ station.

And lingers a bit longer than usual to send a playful wink in Nurse Katsuki’s direction. And laughs as the beautiful, bespectacled Japanese squirms in the corner like a schoolgirl, a telltale deep, crimson blush coloring his whole face.

They never did understand why he enjoys teasing the cute nurse to oblivion so much, but then again, they usually don’t mind. (At least, Nurse Crispino doesn’t. Though very perceptive, she is pretty subtle about these kinds of things. But that’s a story for another day.)

 .

 (Also, the above isn’t today’s story.)

.

 Today, Dr. Nikiforov finds himself next in line to a student nurse waiting for the vending machine to dispense her drink. He’d forgotten his wallet, of all things, on the way to the café downstairs, so he now has to settle for cheap, instant coffee with the measly coins left in his pocket.

The student nurse retrieves her cold drink and shyly moves away from the machine, her face as flushed as her jacket is blue. Viktor nods and smiles warmly in her direction, and she scurries away at once, muffling a squeak into the tall cup with beverage. His mind briefly conjures up an image of Nurse Katsuki doing the exact same thing as he inserts a quarter into the coin slot and selects the standard 3-in-1 brew.

Viktor shifts his footing as the machine dispenses his coffee. It beeps after a few moments, and he pulls out the small, warm cup and brings it to his lips.

It tastes exactly like hot water.

The doctor splutters over his wasted drink, trails of scalding liquid dribbling down his chin. He downs the rest of the contents and chucks the paper cup into the adjacent waste basket, before fishing for another quarter from his pocket. He is stopped from inserting the coin into the machine, however, when all the buttons suddenly turn an angry red, and the LED screen displays some system message in Japanese.

Today, he decides, isn’t his lucky day.

“Ohh,” a voice to his left sighs in disappointment, “it ran out again, huh.”

Viktor raises his head and finds Nurse Katsuki behind him, studying the message over his own crouched form. The young nurse frowns slightly before taking a couple of steps back. “This one runs out the fastest among all the vending machines in the hospital, actually.”

The older man hums in amusement at this fact. “Yet you still came to try your luck?”

“I’m always lucky with this unit, thank you very much,” Katsuki huffs indignantly, puffing his rosy cheeks. He maintains the accusing glare until his whole face turns red. “… Just not today, I guess.”

Viktor chuckles as the nurse exhales dejectedly, his brown eyes downcast. “If it’s any consolation, I only got hot water from this thing,” he admits, tapping a hand over the button for the 3-in-1 coffee. “It cost a quarter, too.”

Katsuki lets out a sound between a snort and a laugh. “Wow, that sucks, Doc.”

Boy, does it ever.

Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t sting as much, coming from this angel in cartoon poodle scrubs.

He must have zoned out right there and then, because the next thing he actually registers is the tail-end of whatever it is Katsuki was talking about, something about the sixth floor of some adjacent building.

“– Would you like me to accompany you?”

Still at a complete loss, Viktor nods dazedly and allows the nurse to lead the way. He isn’t sure if Katsuki has noticed the obvious spring in his step, or the stupidly large grin that must be on his face right now, but the doctor found that he wouldn’t have minded, either way. The view from behind is wonderful, and he relishes every moment of it.

 .

 The “sixth floor,” as it turns out, is the top floor of the old hospital building, recently refurbished to serve as an annex to the medical school. It houses additional classrooms and laboratories for the Nursing and Rehabilitation Colleges, and has connecting bridges to both the main school building and the new hospital wing.

It also has a functioning vending machine, right beside the door to the emergency staircase.

How had Viktor not known of this hidden gem?

Beaming, the doctor places the already-warmed quarter in his hand into the coin slot and orders the same drink as earlier. He hums a short victory theme as the cup slowly fills with brown liquid instead of hot water.

Katsuki crouches forward beside him as he watches the machine do its work. Viktor retrieves the drink with glee a few moments later and straightens himself, his forehead accidentally colliding with the nurse’s as he did. Both immediately right themselves at the sudden painful contact, rubbing at their sore spots.

“Sorry, Doc!” Katsuki apologizes first, looking away in embarrassment. The nurse’s ears slowly turn red beneath his messy, black hair, and Viktor picks up on the soft, breathy noises he is making while his back is turned.

“No, don’t be,” he mumbles in reply, absently cradling the bell of his stethoscope, while feeling his heart rate go faster and his whole face flush with heat. Damn, he’s cute.

Viktor regards the cup of hot coffee currently in his other hand for a moment, before looking back at Katsuki. “Yuuri?”

The nurse stands in full attention at once, his brown eyes turning as wide as saucers.

“No, wait. Um. I mean–” Viktor mentally fumbles, attempting to correct himself. Shit.

They both stare at each other, their awkward (nonexistent) attempts at restarting any conversation punctuated by Katsuki’s hyperventilating and Viktor’s own gasping. He is surprised the nurse hasn’t fainted on the spot yet. Viktor would have loved to take care of the precious thing himself, if those adorable doe’s eyes haven’t killed him yet.

He knows who he’s nominating for the Mr. Syncope Award this year. Mmm. Yes.

Once again, it’s Katsuki who breaks the silence between them. “Um, Doc?”

Viktor perks up at hearing the nurse address him, ignoring the thready pulse already thrumming beneath his wrist. “Yes?”

Katsuki wrings his hands as he slowly looks the doctor straight in the eyes. “I-It’s okay. Um. You may call me Yuuri, Doc,” he stammers. “I-I don’t mind.”

Viktor almost drops the paper cup, his hand suddenly shaking. He swears it’s the caffeine. 

Even though he hasn’t consumed it yet. (He knows.)

(Who is he kidding?)

Viktor can’t believe his luck.

So instead, he lets his brainstem take over, smiling freely on autopilot like a young idiot. “Yuuri it is, then,” he babbles loudly, not caring if others in the hallway might hear it. “Call me Viktor! We’re coffee buddies now!”

Oh God, now he doesn’t even know what he’s saying. (He does.)

Nurse Katsuki – Yuuri – is practically shaking in his poodle scrubs. He might be crying. Okay, wait. Backtrack.

Feigning a slight shiver in his white coat, Viktor instinctively raises the cup of coffee towards the trembling nurse’s direction. “Here, Yuuri, you can have this,” he offers. “It’ll warm you up.”

Yuuri blinks twice in confusion, then his eyes widen in surprise. “N-No thanks, Doc! I-I mean, I can pay!” he sputters, searching his pockets for a quarter to pay with. He manages to find one and is about to hand it over, when Viktor closes his hand around Yuuri’s with his own free one.

“No, seriously, it’s okay,” he insists, still holding up the proffered cup. “It’s my treat, Yuuri. As thanks for showing me this place.”

And for something else entirely, as well, he thinks, but does not say. (He swears he eventually will.)

Yuuri looks at Viktor blankly, as if processing what he had just heard. After deeming it a sufficient reason enough, he accepts the cup of coffee with both hands. “If you don’t mind, then,” he mumbles. “… Thanks, Viktor.”

Viktor grins like he’s won the grand lottery thrice over. Hearing his name from this beautiful Japanese nurse’s lips is the best thing to ever happen to him – even better than when he’d passed his subspecialty boards. (And those were damned difficult.)

“Of course!” he beams (and ahhh, Yuuri is smiling!), then turns back to the vending machine to get himself a coffee, as well. The iced mocha costs two quarters.

It tastes exactly like iced water with ice.

The machine goes out-of-service at exactly the same time. His luck has run out, it seems.

Yuuri nearly snorts on his coffee, while Viktor laughs. He finds that he doesn’t mind anything at all, so long as this angel in cartoon poodle scrubs is by his side.

 .

 (They find out later from the hospital management that all the vending machines will be permanently pulled out in a fortnight.

At least it now gives Viktor an excuse to ask Yuuri out on a Starbucks date. But that’s a story for another day.)

[amazinmango]

:’D

[destieldrabblesdaily]

In which Dean Winchester watches that show about ice skating because Charlie keeps bugging him about it, and Cas tags along.  ---

"Oh look, they kissed. I was right after all, Dean." "Jesus, Cas! That wasn't a kiss, it was just a very dedicated hug, they were hugging."

Admittedly, the only reason Dean Winchester started watching that random anime that included ice skating, was because Charlie Bradbury -the sister he never wanted, but totally adored-, kept endlessly bugging him about it. Claiming that it had changed her life, or whatever. Begging Dean to watch it too so that they could geek out over it together, because she needed a buddy to fangirl with, doh.

It wasn't Dean's usual genre at all, but on a rainy Sunday afternoon when the bunker was quiet and boredom took over, he gave in and decided to give it a try. If only to make his friend happy, or to see what the fuss was all about.

He made himself comfortable on his bed, balancing his laptop on his legs, clicking on the first episode, rather skeptical when a cheesy song started playing as the intro began.

"What the-?" He sputtered to himself, but kept watching anyway.

Twenty minutes later, he understood, kinda. The show was strangely addictive. There was some humor, the main character was easy to relate to, and at some point Dean had a brief flashback to how he'd felt that one time when Gabriel let him believe that he was meeting his idol Doctor Sexy. Not to mention the other side of it all; the constant fear to fail or never being enough for anyone or anything.

He was about to eagerly click episode two, when a gentle knock on his door interrupted him, and Castiel walked in without waiting for a reply.

"Heya, Cas!" Dean greeted amiably, not bothered by it in the slightest; the personal space between them had gone out of the window altogether now that Cas was living in the bunker too. "Joining team bored?" He added, already scooting over to make room for the angel.

"So it would seem." Castiel nodded, giving Dean an almost-smile as he sat down on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes. "Or perhaps I just like spending time with you."

Dean ducked his head to hide his blush as Cas made himself at home on Dean's bed, right there beside Dean, their shoulders firmly pressed together.

"What are we watching?" Castiel asked as Dean clicked 'play'.

Dean chuckled, glancing sideways at his friend. "Apparently something that Charlie's going crazy over, you'll probably earn bonus points with her when you casually mention that you've watched it, too."

There was unmistakable recognition in the blue eyes that gazed back at Dean, as if something was clicking in Castiel's brain. "Ah, I see, it's the ice skating show, isn't it? She's been pushing me about it for quite some time now, but I never got around to watching it." He admitted, his tone fond.

"Yeah, that's the one." Dean huffed a laugh, because of-freaking-course Charlie would throw her obsessions at literally everyone she knew.

Either way, they watched, and watched. Not saying much, but both agreeing that it was good enough to keep watching. It was in the middle of episode six that Castiel made a sudden remark, catching Dean off guard.

"Dean, I think the Russian man and the Japanese man have feelings for each other."

Dean all but choked on his own tongue, because what on earth was Cas talking about?

He told the angel just that. "What the hell, Cas? They're close friends? Can't two dudes be on good terms with each other these days without everyone thinking there's something  going on between them?"

When he peeked at Cas, Castiel was frowning in what looked to be confusion, but didn't respond.

Shrugging it off, Dean pressed play again.

They made it to the end of episode seven, and Dean froze in place as Cas shared another thought.

"Oh look, they kissed. I was right after all, Dean."

"Jesus, Cas! That wasn't a kiss, it was just a very dedicated hug, they were hugging."

He'd blurted out the defense without thinking, but deep down he wasn't all that sure anymore. Because what was all that talk about love? Besides, that Viktor guy was pretty touchy-feely; if previously Dean had thought that Cas had personal space issues, this guy would take the cake for sure. But wasn't that merely a Russian thing? Having never properly met anyone from Russia, Dean had to accept that he didn't know enough about cultural differences to be a good judge here.

They kept watching, Dean's shoulders a bit more tense, even though Castiel seemed perfectly calm and at ease.

It was Dean who felt his heart throb in the middle of episode ten when rings were exchanged. He'd seen enough shows and movies to realize that the setting was a romantic one; that was no friendship ring. When he discreetly turned his head to see Castiel's reaction, there was no denying that the angel looked tremendously pleased with himself. Dean resisted the urge to groan out loud. That stupid know-it-all.

They both remained quiet during the final two episodes, and Dean gruffly ignored how his eyes were stinging when not one but two figures gracefully danced on the ice near the very end.

When the screen turned black, he swallowed the lump in his throat. He carefully set the laptop aside, then shifted to face Cas. Castiel was already observing him, patient as always, waiting for his reaction. Dean's heart fluttered at how close they still were.

"Gotta give it to Charlie... That was... that was not bad." He mumbled eventually, offering Cas a tentative smile.

Castiel smiled back without missing a beat. "Yes... That was very interesting."

"Yeah..." Dean agreed again. And that was when his brain to mouth filter decided to bail on him. "That Yuuri dude is hella lucky, huh?"

Dean chewed his bottom lip, silently cursing himself, but he didn't break his eye contact with Cas, trapped by the intensity of Cas' stare. He could feel Castiel's warm breath on his face; they were that close.

"I'd say that he is." Castiel replied nonchalantly, the smile on his face never wavering. "But if you ask me, Viktor is lucky, too."

And that was it. Dean couldn't possibly be reading this wrong, could he? He'd just been too blind to see it at first, but it was definitely there, and it was definitely not just Dean. In hindsight, Cas might have been dropping anvil sized hints, actually.

Carefully, experimentally, Dean bumped his nose against Castiel's, letting one of his hands cup Castiel's jaw. Cas' eyes fluttered, long lashes brushing his cheekbones, but he didn't object.

Their first kiss was everything that Dean had expected, and better. Considering the many times that he'd thought about feeling those lips on his, none of it could beat reality. They kissed and kissed, until they ended up in a position where Cas had pressed Dean back against the mattress, their hands intertwined, Castiel staring down at Dean in mild surprise when they broke the kiss to catch their breath.

All Dean could do was grin like an idiot, and Cas' expression soon mirrored Dean's.

"So..." Castiel murmured as Dean gazed up at him in wonder, scolding himself for not doing this sooner. "If you don't mind me asking, was that a kiss? Or a dedicated hug?"

Dean glared daggers at Cas as he grabbed both Castiel's wrists to flips them over, pinning that know-it-all angel to the mattress instead, determined to kiss that feigned innocence off of his face without mercy.

                                                             ~

Later that night, Dean texted Charlie.

'Guess you weren't wrong after all, that ice skating stuff that you're into kinda changed my life.'

[cyanoscarlet]

THE YOI MED AU GIVES ME LIFE.

And a lot of feels. Everything is so beautiful and relatable, and I’m dyingggg. (ESPECIALLY because I’m dying!)

EDIT: THEY GAVE US A POP QUIZ. I don’t know why I didn’t expect this. At all. Really, I should have. **feeble laugh** **shot**

Check it out here! @chantedeer’s Tumblr | @castihalo’s Tumblr

[peculiar-angel]

@castihalo a little broken but I still love it 😍

[varyupon]

WATCH PART 1 OF THE FILM HERE --> [x]

Favorite screenshot roundup #1 of  “Like Glass” - A One-Shot Supernatural Fanimation Project. (Not to be confused with this.)

Spoilers for the plot of the movie, so if you want context, please watch the film!

These are frames that (I personally feel like I drew really well/I felt very proud of/evoked perfect feelings I wanted to convey/ or was the inspiration/entire basis of the finished cut) you may or may not be able to catch as the animation plays!

Commentary for each frame is via click-thru, so for BTS feature purposes, please check those out!

Big thanks to @theroadsofararchive for the support.

[chantedeer-blog]

YURIO INSULTING EVERYONE VS YURIO INSULTING OTABEK !!!

yurio is so in love he would never think of a proper insult for otabek im??? lov ethem so much??? omg?? pls talk 2 me abt otayuri

[vinnie-cha]

Movie night with the Winchesters

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based on this post

[whelvenwings]

I felt a little cute today! Whaaat

[ishouldhaveknownbetterdammit]

Hey @starespressos

So a while back I told you I’d rustle up some spn/destiel, incest-free, wank-free blogs recommendations for you...and then I forgot. Please accept this belated list of some of my favorite blogs. (Most of these also have varying amounts of original content in with the re-blogs and a tagging system ‘cause I’m fairly picky about those things. I actually don’t follow a ton of blogs and tend to chose carefully.)

I really feel like you’ll already know some of these, but I’d be wrong not to list them anyway

@aloha-cowgirl - Aside from the fact that this is my boo, I originally followed her because while there’s regular content...she also doesn’t swamp you with it and it’s always good. Mostly re-blogs, but when she does write, it’s breathtaking, and you should really read her current wip on AO3. The caaare that she takes with each and every character is perfect. And I’m not just talking about getting the voices right. Read her stuff. You’ll understand. Plus, she’s just friggin awesome and you should be friends (but if you try to steal her from me I will hunt you down and fight you...just saying)

@winchester-reload - She’s amazing and has so much going. Her art is what she seems to be more known for (and it’s fantastic...like...really fantastic), but you would be doing yourself a disservice if you didn’t check out her fic as well. Seriously. Hers was some of the first fanfic I ever came across on AO3 and they still stick with me and I go back and re-read sometimes, because of the way she is able to paint a scene. I actually followed her writing on AO3 and her art on Tumblr separately long before I knew they were the same person (different names).

@jupiterjames - She throws out fic like nobody’s business and it’s always worth reading. It’s worth following her and @winchester-reload together, ‘cause they work off of each other and she’s frequently writing ficlets for the art that Jackie posts. Also, she has made me question the things I like to read several times. Like her fic An Accidental Incubus for example...I honestly passed it up several times cause it didn’t seem like my kind of thing. I don’t really shy away from fics that include smut, but I don’t usually care for a ton of it or like fics that are just smut for the sake of smut...and a fic about an incubus was definitely gonna be smuttier than I’d usually go for. But let me tell you, she has a way of writing it that is...I don’t know how to put it...still respectful and caring to the characters? And you should definitely read Wrong Vacation because it’s adorable.

Okay...This list/post is going to be FOREVER LONG if I keep talking about every single one this way. So just...please know that all the rest of these are an amazing mix of artists, musicians, authors, meta-writers, and just all-around awesome people and I love them all okay?

@lovemesomecas94

@ladystiltskin67 and @crack--attack (UnfortunatelyObsessed on AO3) - listed these two together on purpose ;)

@wanderingcas

@bisexualdemondean - (but if you’re not following this one already, what are you even doing with your life? lol)

@tenoko1

@gabriel-deserved-better

@thebloggerbloggerfun 

@castihalo

@whelvenwings

@starsinursa

@destiel-fanart-is-the-weapon

@howdopeoplebeoriginal

@supernaturalsammy01

@verobatto-angelxhunter

@bluestar86

@c-kaeru

@elioetoliver

@saltnhalo

There are more. I know there are, but they seem to be escaping my mind right now. Also, @moonlightcas would be one of my top ones, but she’s gone and I’m still not over it. 

Also (incoming self-plug), here’s a link to my AO3 if you’re bored and don’t have anything better to read.