#don’t even talk to me abt this

[cable-salamdr]

Nah man this 8ft black and white thing wandered onto my lawn AGAIN this is the third time I’m calling his husband to come pick them up!!!

(dsmp posting in 2024?? When the last thing I’ve drawn digitally of them was in April 2022???? Wiiiilllddd. What am I even doing.)

[nochedie]

the only exception | dean winchester 🤍

pairing: dean winchester x reader

genre: fluff

wordcount: 771

summary: none of it was ever worth the risk, but you are the only exception

a/n: based on the only exception by paramore! for @rubyvhs’s 500 follower celebration! i am so sorry it’s so late! lots been going on so i haven’t been writing! but i had so much fun with this challenge 🫶🏼

dean winchester didn’t do love.

that wasn’t the way he worked. a life filled with one night stands, unfulfilled promises to call them. that worked for him, it was all he needed. at least, that’s what he told himself.

he didn’t need any more. just the sex, then the goodbye. it was just enough intimacy for him. he ignored the pang in his chest everytime he caught sight of some couple out on the street, deep in love. he would mutter about ‘lovey-dovey crap’ to hide the fact that deep down, he wanted that with somebody.

he saw first hand the effect his mother’s death had on his father. the person he loved so deeply, ripped away from him, all because of this life. this stupid life.

when he came to know that his mother had made a deal to save john, the one she loved, that was it for dean. love was reckless, especially for hunters. love would never work, no matter how much he wanted it.

and he kept that up, for a while. until he met you.

suddenly everything he swore to himself about love was out the window, he pushed it so far back in his mind he couldn’t even remember it being there anymore.

you fed his hungry heart, you touched him and his skin felt like it was on fire, desire coursing through his veins like molten lava. he couldn’t resist you for a second, drawing him in like a magnet. when the nights came, he couldn’t sleep without you next to him, without feeling your skin against his calloused fingers.

one of those nights, those fingers roamed along your back, up and down, in circles, back and forth. physical touch was his love language, and he was damn well going to make that clear.

“y/n… you awake?” he whispered into the darkness, hoping to hear your voice.

“yeah, baby. you okay?” you replied, remnants of drowsiness in your voice. your hands roamed up his chest, cupping his cheeks as you leaned up to press your lips against his. chaste, lazy, but always full of love.

“just… love hearing your voice, doll, that’s all.” he spoke after the kiss broke, lifting his own hand to rest over yours, pushing it down to rest against his chest, running his thumb over your knuckles.

“you’re such a sap.” you teased, eyes roaming his features, poorly lit by the dim motel table lamp, as if drinking them in.

“shut up.”

“thought you said you wanted to hear my voice?”

“don’t remember saying that.” he teased with a chuckle, earning a couple light, playful slaps on the arm from you that he barely even felt. “you gotta work them arms out, baby, those hits were weak.”

“you’re so annoying at night time.” you tried to turn away from him, but he pulled you right back, holding you close.

“nope. stay right there.” he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, one of his hands roaming up and down your arm.

“help… ahh.. i’m being held captive by the sexiest man ever… help…” you whispered, no intention of anybody but dean hearing.

“you’re so damn ridiculous.” a low, gruff laugh sounded from his throat, nothing but a deep affection in his tone.

he lifted one of his hands to run lazily through your hair, fingers threading through the strands before he spoke again. “never thought i’d…” he hesitates, cursing himself for even beginning this conversation. “…have this. something like this.”

“something like what?”

“like this, like us. seems so mundane, don’t it? but that’s… that’s why i never thought i’d have it. this life ain’t got no place for mundanity.”

you looked up at him, adjusting your position to see him clearly. you could tell from his expression he had more to say, so you let him continue.

“you’re my little pocket of normalcy. little bit of an oxymoron, ain’t it? since you’re the opposite of normal.”

“you are so damn mean to me.”

that earned a hearty, genuine laugh from him. “in the best way, baby. i wouldn’t change a thing.”

he tightened his grip ever so slightly, holding you that little bit closer. his mind raced, thinking about everything in his life you’d changed, starting with his refusal to fall in love.

it’s not like he intended to fall in love, but one look at you, he was already gone. getting to know every little thing about you just built on it, and everyday that passed built even more on the love he felt for you, the love he swore never to feel.

you were the only exception.

comments, feedback etc always appreciated! thank you for reading!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hot take maaaybe but imo the core tragedy of satoru is that he’s not a god, he’s literally just a normal guy who got godhood pushed onto him by other people . a god would be able to handle eternal solitude no problem but satoru isn’t one so he suffers for it

[professorjirt]

I’ve discovered my favorite genre of Bagginshield art is where Thorin is a lovesick idiot who is Losing It and Bilbo is unbothered or oblivious to Thorin’s suffering LMAO

[bizrreparallax]

god i wish there was more fan content of them (not even rlly in a romantic way just in general) their relationship is giving me brainworms and it feels like the pool of fics/fan content about them specifically is so shallow….. cries

[the-meme-monarch]

happy birthday to my friends and i’s knight chara and strange someone frisk aus/theories :]

hi for undertale reasons i don’t like any combination of shipping chara frisk and asriel. if you ship them go away 👍

[vigilskept]

i have to say it’s really fucking funny replaying dai as lavellan because you’ve just gotten used to datv “people pleaser” harding only to see her again, 10 years younger, and have her say directly to your face: “it's odd for a dalish elf to care what happens to anyone else”

[oddly-casual]

Born for girlhood. Forced to be stupid guy.

[kingtomura]

my opinion on the ending + epilogue? Hah, well.. I could have told yall it would be bad months ago lol

At least we got these beautiful redraws of tomura aaa I’m so happy

[certifiedl0serloll]

me because I refuse to believe Johnny was the only thing dally cared loved. I just think he loved Johnny the most, and due to everything else that has happened in his life, when he lost the person he loved the most, that’s why he reacted in the way

[frommybedroom]

don’t even talk to me about the symbolism of hair length in heartstopper when it comes to tori and charlie.

don’t talk to me about how tori cuts her hair in a moment of crisis, and we can see in the current updates that it’s growing out, it’s getting longer, and she’s healing.

especially don’t talk to me about charlie’s long, wilder hair and how it means that he’s also healing and feeling brave enough to let loose and be himself.

[o1iveangel]

more doodles of the lads

reading cicero’s letters from exile never fails to make me deeply upset, so he’s been on my mind :,)

[slamrink]

Nothing to see here just steph stealing glances of klay like he’s afraid he’s going to get caught 😃😃 (via namxsj on twitter )

[tamaytsuki]

“just because two characters are close, that doesn't mean they are automatically gay or lesbian”

That’s the worst argument I’ve ever heard. Like???? It doesn’t mean they’re straight either wtf are you talking about????

[callixton]

i think the thing to understand abt martha jones is that even after she leaves she is five seconds away from dropping everything and traveling with the doctor at any given time. bc that itch to blow everything up and damn her personal duty to hell in search of a higher call never leaves her. but martha is smart. and rational. and has spent a long fucking time needing to keep herself safe. (bc he comes when she calls but never before.) and so she has gotten very good at keeping herself on the right side of those five seconds. but i do think if ten was a different person (if he could acknowledge how much he needed her instead of just how much he liked her) (if he didn’t feel this righteous martyrdom when it comes to being left alone) (if he cared enough about her to beg. if he cared enough about himself.) i think that her answer no would come crumbling down pretty quickly is all.

[thefloatingwriter]

sunrise on the reaping is where headcanons go to die.