#dean russell

[clubvideotapes]

The Forest, 1982

[thefanimator]

opossum quentin, mink nancy, cat freddy, rabbit kris, fox jesse, dog dean.

[movie-titlecards]

The Forest (1982)

My rating: 6/10

This went a lot weirder, and therefore more entertaining, than I expected. Plus some of the songs on the score are wonderfully cheesy.

[ianchisnall]

Team at YMCA is phenomenal that supports people

On Thursday at the end of House of Commons a session called “Sir David Amess Summer Adjournment” took place and the first person who contributed was Douglas Ross who is the Conservative MP for Moray and he began with this comment “I begin by apologising to the House: as I have discussed with Madam Deputy Speaker and the Minister, I cannot remain until 5 o’clock. As a result of today’s train…

[watford-herts-london]

Randon Cafe Garden Room is Finished ready for summer

In a grand opening ceremony, Watford’s Elected Mayor Peter Taylor Peter Taylor cut the ribbon, along with Random Cafe’s Founder Jane Johnson, officially opened the doors of their new cafe. The event saw inspiring speeches from various volunteers and officials, including garden manager Jenny, who shared how volunteering for Random Cafe and Penniwells, riding for the disabled, has been a…

[sensitivehandsomeactionman]

Dean Winchester Easter Eggs | Tracker 1.12

Bonus: Jensen Easter Egg 🍺

[annazima]

Jensen Ackles

Supernatural / The Boys / Big Sky / Tracker

[inacatastrophicmind]

Supernatural 12x19/ Tracker 1x12

Guys, it's the same motel and the same door 3

[nyxvuxoa]

Jensen Ackles as Russell Shaw ⤷ Tracker | S01 E12: Off The Books

[lem0nicle]

i made a new version with a lot more ghouls

i hope its okay, that this is posted as a new post, not just a thread to the previous version😅

[beaudeanw]

Jensen Ackles + fight scenes

[clubvideotapes]

The Forest, 1982 (trailer)

Two couples of friends go camping in the forest. Upon arrival, they meet a strange hermit. Initially welcoming, he is actually a cannibal who has killed his family.

[thefanimator]

ok, i got another crackship bcuz ofc i do. jesse x dean.

[undercovercannibal]

the power of ✨facial hair✨

JENSEN ACKLES SUPERNATURAL | 10x04 “Paper Moon” TRACKER | 1x12 “Off the Books”

[thebiggerbear]

Giving In

Summary: You've finally given in to what you've wanted all this time but will it be enough?

Pairing: ? (whoever you want it to be) x Female!Reader

A/N: This is a new format I was experimenting with while also practicing...well...smut. To a low degree. I've come across fics in the past for all different fandoms, on here and AO3, that have featured this "whichever character you want it to be" format. So this could be Dean, Russell, Beau, Soldier Boy, Jensen, whoever you want. I'm going to tag the ones I just mentioned just to give it somewhere to go but it was purposely kept vague to be whoever the reader wants it to be.

All unbeta'd.

Thank you @rieleatiel for pre-reading! I was so nervous lol. Once again, your input is invaluable and your time spent appreciated. 💖

Warnings: smut-ish (18+ - minors DNI); language

Word Count: 978

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187

This work was recc'ed by @winchestergirl2 here

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as he moved in and out of you.

You felt his breath near your earlobe. “There it is. Let me hear some more of that, sweetheart.” He purposely moaned into your ear as an example.

You dug your nails into his back at the sound, matching the indentations that now resided in your bottom lip from your teeth. Fuck, that was hot. No wonder he wanted to hear similar sounds coming from you. “We shouldn’t—” You loudly gasped when suddenly without warning, he hiked your leg higher on his side, causing him to go just that little bit deeper. “Be doing this.”

“Yes, we should,” he whispered, feeling him trailing kisses down your jawline until he reached your lips. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” he grunted into your mouth, squeezing your hand in his almost as if to echo his sentiment.

You let him kiss you passionately, make love to you, but the guilt weighed heavily in your chest. You meant what you had said before — neither of you should be doing this. Yet as his hips moved steadily against yours, as he broke away to lift his head up and lock eyes with you, panting harshly, you couldn’t help but admit to yourself that you had wanted this for some time as well. It was a truth you kept hidden deep down inside that you refused to acknowledge. Even when you’d taken a picture together last week with your friends and his hand had stayed glued to the small of your back until the last possible second. When his gaze lingered on you longer than it should in polite company. When the discreet tender touches began, the inconspicuous feathery brush of his lips on your earlobe happened repeatedly when your head was a little too close to his, and when his hugs lasted a little too long. Each time any of those things occurred, you knew that you were heading in a direction that would only lead to trouble, getting closer and closer until one of you couldn’t take it anymore. Like a rumbling storm cloud that was close to breaking, the electricity in the air around you two became more and more charged until eventually lightning would strike and the downpour would be sudden and both of you would be drowning in it. You should have put a stop to it, to any of it, but you hadn’t. Because deep down in that secret place, you hadn’t wanted to. 

And now here you were, underneath the man who had as tight of a grip on your heart as he did your body — tighter even. He was staring down at you with a mix of desire and something akin to reverence; you stared back at him, the same feelings coursing through you alongside pleasure and — well, love. You loved these eyes now, the ones that watched your expressions closely as he moved within you. You loved these lips, the ones that parted to let out a deep groan when you reflexively clenched down on him to slow him down. You loved the deep voice that followed, telling you, “Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing the shit out of me” as lust brightened the sheen in his eyes. You loved the warm yet prickly skin you felt underneath your hand when you placed it against his cheek, causing his eyes to shut halfway before he turned and pressed his lips to your palm.

You loved this man. You’d loved him when he insisted on playing you song after song from the playlist on his phone. You’d loved him the first time he’d laughed at something you said, appreciating your steady stream of snarky commentary from movies to news to every possible topic in life you two could find to discuss. You’d loved him when you turned to say something to him about the tv series you were binging together one day to find him already watching you with an affectionate smile and a soft, faraway look in his eyes. You’d loved him when he fell asleep on your couch one night after several drinks between the two of you, his head in your lap and his lips resting against your hand that he had brought to his mouth and placed soft kisses on before drifting off. You’d loved him when you saw an act of kindness from him to a stranger that wasn’t meant to be witnessed by you or anyone else nor was he aware that it was. You loved him beyond words with every smile; every conversation; every laugh; every exchange between you without words; every look; every phone call and facetime; every touch; every text message he sent; every embrace; every thought he had and shared with you; every time he spoke your name with that adoration attached to it — all of it. You loved him.

“I love you,” you whispered to him, straight from the heart.

He turned a dopey smile down on you, kissing the tips of your fingers reverently. He didn’t say it back; he never said it back. And you knew why. It was the very same reason you two should not be tangled up in each other like you were. 

But you knew that he loved you, too, even if he couldn’t say the words. The way he leaned down to kiss you; the way he moved your hand back over your head and slipped his fingers into yours; the way he continued moving both of your bodies anew; the way his mouth lingered near your ear and breathily encouraged your quiet moans with “That’s it, baby, let me hear all of it”; the way he held you to him as you shuddered in orgasm and pressed his lips to your temple — you knew he loved you. And that would have to be enough.

For now. 

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