#family dont end in blood

[mbqnoyolo]

Supernatural collides with DNC

What up galaxy?

[dsireland86]

FAMILY FRIDAY - FAMILY DON'T END IN BLOOD :) :)

I love my Tumblr family!!!

[lauraeszter]

New avatar in celebration of me getting my degree finallyyyyyyyy.

Imma be giving a speech. Yes, I will quote Supernatural. The power is mine now bitches.

Anyway, educated hot takes from now on, mwaa.

[crazyk-imagine]

A Monster leads to Rekindling Friendships

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Plus!size!witch!reader

Warnings: Classic supernatural things, Dean being a dick, early season mentality, happens just before Dean goes to hell, John's dead though, Sam doesn't know what to do, this is before they meet our star Gabriel, Angst, Fluff, Friends to Strangers to Friends again, this was oddly fun to write, reader being a bad ass, cursing

Word Count: 2,133

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“Hey, sweetheart.”

You turn to see the eldest spawn from the man you strongly dislike. The smile falls from your face.

“Do I know you?” He tilts his head and furrows his brows focusing on your face as he tries to recognize you.

You down the rest of the drink you ordered moments before he arrived. Setting the glass down, you turn to face him once more and give him a sarcastic smile; you clench your fist before pulling your arm back and swing.

He turns his head and reaches for his nose, letting out pained groans. Partially, to hold it and keep it from throbbing any further but also to see if he’s bleeding… which he is. Damn.

Sam watches the interaction between the two of you before jumping out of his seat to stand beside his brother. “Dean? Are you okay?”

“Get off me, Sam. I’m fine.” Dean turns to look at you. “What the hell was that for?”

You stare at them, never losing the sarcastic smile, “it was good to see the Winchester brothers again.”

You exit the bar, pulling the keys out of your pocket; you unlock your car and drive away heading back to the motel you’re staying in.

You sit at the edge of the bed and fall backwards sighing about what happened in the last half-hour. “Stupid. So stupid,” you mumble to yourself.

You push yourself off the bed to find more information on the vampire nest that’s around this town.

-

For the past two weeks, you did nonstop research on the town. Browsing article after article after article… until you got something.

“Ha ha, finally. I got you now.” You pack your bag and laptop before setting the bags in your backseat, parking a few feet away from the vampire’s hideout.

You pull your machete out of the bag and close the door as gently as you could, walking around the building, you find one of the vampire’s asleep outside giving you the upper hand and opportunity to kill him.

-

After walking down, a hallway, you find five vampires’ asleep in their makeshift beds. You were able to kill one more before the front doors’ hinges let out a high pitch creak, alerting the others.

One vampire placed her hand on the back of your neck, pulling you close.

She opened her mouth, ready to take a bite out of you luckily, you’re able to stop her.

You stepped on her foot and elbow her in the stomach.

She releases you, clutching her abdomen.

You swing your arm and slice her head off.

Two other people take care of two more vamps but there’s one left.

You ducked tucking your face into your legs.

The newly turned vampire trips over you and falls onto his stomach.

All you can see out of the corner of your eye is a pair of boots and the sound of a machete slicing through skin and bones is echoing throughout the room.

You push yourself off the ground, silently groaning to yourself when you realize who else is in the building. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Sam turns, fully taking notice of you. “Hey aren’t you-“

“You’re the girl from the bar,” Dean finishes for his brother.

“And the Winchester’s get another one right. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”

Dean steps in front of you. “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere until we talk.”

You scoff, “I have nothing to say to you.”

“That’s too damn bad. I’m not going anywhere until I get some answers.”

“Screw you. You had time to talk to me but instead you listen to your dad and all he had to say.” You take a deep breath and purse your lips before continuing, “I would say I’m sorry about your loss but to be honest I didn’t like John all that much... but you two aren’t your dad so I’m sorry for your guys’ loss.”

“Do we know you?” Sam interrupts.

You let out a sad chuckle mixed with a scoff, licking your lips. “Of course, neither of you remember me- it doesn’t matter now. What’s done is done and clearly you two have moved on so I should do the same.” You turn, picking up your machete.

One foot out the door, you hear the thumps of two people’s footsteps coming behind you.

“Hey. You can’t just leave and expect us not to look for you,” Sam says.

“Yeah, and I want to know why you bruised my nose.”

You roll your eyes. “Here’s something to jog your memory,” you tell them your name. You briskly walk out the door and to your car, not stopping to clean your weapon or yourself.

It was too much. This- the talk, explaining who you are, it’s too much right now.

-

Dean smirks, grabbing ice from the machine beside you.

Sam exits the room and makes his way towards his brother.

“So, we meet again.”

You sigh, “I thought punching you would keep you far away from me.”

“Think again, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that. Why are you two here?”

“We were-“ Sam starts to explain but Dean cuts him off.

“Noticed your car in the parking lot when we were leaving.”

“So, you decided to follow me?”

Their eyes widen.

Sam tries to fix things. “Well I- I wouldn’t say “following” you, exactly. Maybe-“

“Light stalking?”

“Alright, you know what. I’m tired of playing this tiptoe game with you. Tell us why you’re pissed with us and everything will be fine," Dean snaps.

“I wouldn’t say I’m mad at you two… per se.”

“What is it then?”

You roll your eyes, “you two hungry?”

-

“Do you two remember the last night we ever talked?”

“Well- uh- I mean… maybe. Could you tell us what you remember about that night?” Sam asks. 

“I found some people who were biologically my family but then things went south.”

“Like what?” The eldest Winchester asks with his mouth full.

“Swallow before you talk.” You hold a napkin in front of Dean’s face.

He smiles with a mouth full of food before snatching the napkin from you.

“We’re not talking about this part here, in a restaurant. You two wanna talk, well find somewhere else to do this.”

“Are you just saying that so we’ll leave you alone?”

“Even if I did, you two would find me and continue to bug me.”

“No, we would- we would give you your space.”

“I don’t know why you’re lying Sam.”

“Can you blame us for wanting to know why you’re mad enough to punch me,” Dean grumbles.

You lean back in the booth, crossing your arms. “You really don’t remember, do you?”

“I swear I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Follow me.” You get out of your seat and make your way to your car.

The brothers not too far behind you.

-

“We’re back at the motel?” Sam questions, slipping into the room after Dean.

“Yeah, I want to be here when I tell you what you want to know.”

“Why’d you punch me?” The eldest Winchester chimes in.

“You and I had a falling out.”

“That’s all you’re going to say?”

“Yep.”

“You gotta give me more detail than that.”

“I told you the truth about me... after you found out, and you wanted to kill me. We argued. I left.”

“You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”

“Why not?” You shrug. “You can’t honestly think I owe you anything.”

“Two words. Bruised nose.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, I got it.”

“What if you tell us something about what happened… that… night?” Sam says, feeling very awkward about this whole situation.

“You know what, fine. Dean and I were on a hunt. The creature we were hunting was close to attacking him so I took care of it… with my specialty."

“Specialty?”

“I’m a witch, at your service.” You joke before pushing yourself out of the chair, cleaning your room.

-

"Dammit!" You mutter.

"What the hell was that?!" Dean shouts, turning to look at you. He raises his gun, pointing it at you. "What the hell are you? What did you do to my friend? Where is my friend?"

"Nothing happened, it's me, Dean. I'm still here."

"Like hell you are! My friend wouldn't have powers."

You angrily narrow your eyes at him. "You seriously can't be pissed at me for being like this. It's not like I asked for this! I didn't ask for these powers! I'm still me, pieman."

He shakes his head, "no, no, you're not. Only my friend can call me that."

"Are you serious? You're gonna throw a lifelong friendship down the drain because I'm different?"

"No, you're not different, you're dangerous ."

You scoff, "Have I ever done anything to prove I am?”

“Right now.”

You know what, if I'm dangerous, then so are you. So is Sam!"

He shook his head, not lowering his gun. "We’re not like you ."

You grit your teeth, doing all you can to compose yourself. “Just because I have powers doesn't mean I'm more dangerous than you. I can control myself. I don't kill people for fun!"

"Stop- stop comparing us, this isn't some game where we're trying to figure out who can kill who fastest."

"You’re right, we're not but you're making me out to be some kind of monster, like I'm not better than those we protect everyone else from."

"You are!" He cocks his gun.

Your bottom lips wobbles at his honest confession.

He was so quick to say yes. "I'm not! I'm not a monster! I have powers that I use to help people. I'm not like my family. I fight to survive because I want to live. I don’t want to wind up like them! I'm not- I don't hurt people.”

“That's what they say too.”

You sniff and wipe your cheeks.

If he wants a monster, then he’s got one. 

“Fine, you cowardess dickhead. I am a monster, as you so kindly put it but just know, not all monsters do monstrous things. They choose to live or die and to live doesn't always mean making the right choice but if you want to survive,” you raise your hand and swipe his gun out of his hand.

“You've just showed me that as a monster, you have no one on your side and you have to look out for yourself and I'll keep doing it until my last breath ."

You spin around, “see you never, dickhead. May you rot in hell and I'm sure at some point I'll be right there by your side.”

-

“He- you really did that,” Sam turns to his brother.

“I- I was a kid-”

You slam your fist down on the table. “So was I you asshole. I was a kid and I was scared. But you- you threw me to the side when you found out I was a witch.”

You force yourself away from your hunting bag not wanting to accidentally maim him. “You even said you didn’t know who I was. Do you know what that feels like, Dean? To be abandoned by your best friend!?” You clench your fist.

“Hey,” He stands up, reaching for you.

You shove him away, “back up at least fifteen fucking feet and even that wouldn’t be enough.”

He raises his hands defensively, giving you room. “I- sweetheart I didn’t- I don’t know how I can apologize without hurting you more.”

“You’ve done more than enough. There’s nothing you could say that could hurt me.”

“I’m sorry.”

You close your eyes, “there’s one thing.”

“I don’t know what you’ve gone through but I’m so so sorry for all the stupid shit I said. It wasn’t right and I- I’ll never do it again. I know it won’t be easy but I want us to be friends again.”

“Before we,” you wipe your cheeks. “Before we try and become friends again, you need to know,” you take a deep breath. “I will never do anything to hurt you or Sam or Bobby. You're all my family and I never wanted you to find out like that but it was to save you and I always will."

Sam sucks in a deep breath not at all expecting your confession. “You deserved more than a suckered punch to the nose.”

You can’t help but chuckle. “You’re right, Sam, but I think that’s enough for one night. You two should go. It’s time to clean up and move onto the next hunt.”

The eldest glances over you. “If you’re sure.” Now that he knows everything, even though a part of him might be wary of you, he doesn't know if he'd be able to let you go again.

You nod, “I am.” 

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[rockstarjensenn]

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Just wanted to say thank you to @deans-spinster-witch for spreading positivity. also wanted to repost this and say that everyone on here that i’ve met is beautiful inside and out. you guys and truly my family💕

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[starry-bi-sky]

'Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings' doodles, because Pathetic Wet Cat Danny is the best Danny to practice drawing young faces with (and expressions).

[luxurystark-jackson]

i have to genuinely ask. what is the point of the last episode??? they just. killed dean to make us sad. five straight minutes of dean dying and saying gayer shit to his brother than the angel he was supposed to be in love with. sam being miserable. what. was. the. point.

[bucephaly]

People love finding random natives online and dumping their family story on them expecting a reassuring 'of course you're native!!' Lol

Sorry, if you don't wanna reconnect why would you even mention your supposed apache or whatever ancestry. If you aren't connecting to the tribe what does it even matter. 'I find it interesting' so you're using supposed native ancestry as a fun fact to make you look more interesting? How is that different than any other 'great grandma cherokee princess' person. Especially since you apparently have time to research the history of all your ancestral cultures but you don't have time to do genealogy

And of course when I tell them 'assume the stories are fake until you've got actual proof' they block me.

[dsireland86]

Happy Family Folio Friday!!!!!

Family don't end in blood 🫶🫶🫶

[hauntingblue]

Rewatching act 2.... yeah ISHA WATCH OUT FOR THE CYCLE ISHA!!!!! NOOOOO

[pekoeboo]

"you're not a monster, my dear boy. you did what you had to do."

ah yes - so nice of me to put Khalan through Repeat Trauma by forcing him to fight back against an undead version of someone he loves all over again 🫠 can't help it though. I crave the angst ><;;;

please do not remove caption or repost. also on deviantart

[daemon-in-my-head]

Based on my latest post I'm overjoyed that my moots (whether or not tumblr officially recognises them thx sideblog doing sideblog sht) and those who randonly stumble upon my shit are objectively some of the greatest people.

I love this weird corner I found myself in and the general mindset and views on things.

And I may be too scared nd socially awkward to approach anyone directly but be assured I'm on the sidelines rooting for folks in a very cutesy, very demure manner and y'all should feel loved.

[moonpaw]

Hi! New OP fan here! Do you mind if I ask a genuine question?

What the hell is up with Nami?

Not only she's adopted but also she has no connection to her birth family because the one that actually found her was a little girl who just decided to pick up this random baby. Why does she have a backstory so disconnected from her family? Is this something that was ever addressed?

She's disconnected because from context there was a war with pirates in the town where nojiko and nami were at, we know nojiko's family is dead but we don't know about nami's since nojiko saw her all alone and took her with her (assuming most were dead in this town, whoever was taking care of nami was probably gone by this point)

we never find out who her family is (but apparently oda did want to make a movie about it at some point, but then didn't?)

i wouldn't mind if there was more to her background but i'm completely fine with there not. Nojiko just didn't want to leave Nami all alone, and Belle-mere couldn't leave either of them alone so they made their family together and that's all they needed

you'll see that one of the biggest themes in one piece, is found family! nami's whole situation is just the beginning

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[aaaaaaaaaaaa-hey-its-jude-or-bee]

Playing Detroit becomes human guys.

I am gonna cry for all characters.

Had to restart to go save cop real quick because Jesus I didn’t see the cop on the thing so I needed to save him real quick. And I just got to hanks point and I will kms AUAHDJGJFJH

Anyways yippie!!!!

[brains-out-rn]

I don't like debating much(unless necessary for the sake of my own humanity) but sometimes it can be really Really fun specifically if it's about something that has absolutely no real weight to it(and yet if you were a spectator it might cause some concern for whatever reason)

for example: would you rather be threatened(physically mentally or emotionally take your pick) by a can of corn or a cob of corn?

Me personally I'd pick cob for a few reasons

1. I can outlast it(probably)

Fresh corn will eventually rot and decay but have you seen how long canned stuff can last unopened before it looks slightly different from new stuff??

2. Cans are made of metal not vegetable flesh

While a corn cob has its core that's not metal. Ever dropped a can? Might get a dent. If you have a good kick then you might survive but you will probably hurt your foot. Ever dropped corn? If it had it outer leaves and hair it might have stood a chance but if it didn't then bits of corn go everywhere

3. Actually fighting if needed

I feel like I could survive a fight with a sentient can but a sentient cob just seems less likely to hurt

However there are some things might change my decision

Like issue one which is how the corn moves because if the cob is fresh with hair and leaves and can move all the little hairs individually and can move the leaves then I'd probably choose the can because at that point I feel like it's less of "how would i survive with the least amount of bruising" and more of "how would I rather die but with a chance of surviving" and in my opinion i think blunt force trauma would be better then a slow death of strangulation via a sentient corns hair plus I do think I'd have a chance against a can of corn

Another issue is if it was mentally or emotionally I'd probably go with the can bc I feel like it would be easier for to rationalize it as ridiculous to be threatened by a can of corn then a cob for some reason

Like a cob is ridiculous to the point that I'd just accept it as making sense for that to happen?

a can is like "why am I listening to the can of corn. I literally own a can opener." But a cob is more like "if I were to try and deal with you in the traditional way of dealing with corn that would mean a pot and water and time and-"

Plus idk why but I feel like a cob would be less mean with its words. I can't explain it I just think cob would just go straight to physical threats instead of emotional ones but a can would stare at you menacingly making you question yourself and just judging you

[mariska]

me waking up on a day where i have a dr's/medical appointment of any kind and remembering that i do indeed have a medical appointment i have to go to