#jalove

[shawnamadea]

My boi #Ja12 in his new 👀....💪🔥👌⚡💗 #JaLove 🖤🖤🖤 #JaMorant #MemphisGrizzlies #fyp https://www.instagram.com/p/CpXZda0v1Kq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[besedar]

beseda dne: gluh

Včeraj me je gluha noč spomila, da ima "gluh" milijardo pomenov, izmed katerih uporabljam kvečjemu dva ...

Gluh, kot pravi SSKJ na kvadrat:

ki ne sliši oziroma noče slišati, upoštevati

tih, brez zvoka (gluha noč, gluh gozd, gluhe tipke na klavirju)

ki se pojavlja v najvišji stopnji (gluha samota, gluh molk)

komaj slišen/zaznaven (gluh glas, gluhi koraki, gluh/top udarec)

neobčutljiv, brezčuten (gluhe noge)

prazen, jalov (gluho klasje, gluho seme, gluha zemlja)

(plus gluh naboj, če koga zanima lovski žargon, ampak ne vem, pod katero točko to točno spada)

Etimologija: *glȗxъ (praslovansko) - najbrž iz *ghlou̯so- ('gluh', prvotno najbrž 'neumen') in tvorjeno iz glagola *ghleu̯- (biti vesel). Od tod tudi *glȗpъ > glup (baje tudi 'gluh' poleg 'neumen') in *glȗmъ, *gluma̋ > gluma (šala).

[notesfrom-em]

"I tako

Kako jača svijest o Božijem prisustvu u nama i našim djelovanjima,

ujedno uviđamo koliko su jalove riječi da to iskustvo opišu.

I što više pokušavamo objašnjavati a manje moliti,

što smo dalje od odluke da padnemo na koljena da Ga slavimo,

toliko smo udaljeniji od sebe i od Njega.

A što smo Mu bliže s tim je sve mirnije i tiše.

I počinje šutnja a prestaju pitanja,

i tako eto,

tu smo."

[danteross]

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Toots and The Maytals Monkey Man: This 1969 proto ska classic was a top 40 hit in the UK and later covered by The Specials who are my all time favorite second wave Ska band and actually how I came to know this song originally. Amy Winehouse also has a great cover of his chune. Toots and The Maytals were ska and rocsteady pioneers and he first to use the term Reggae in a song with 1968 Do The Regay.Toots Hibert was and is a great singer, His raspy Otis Redding like voice was one of the things that turned me on the Jamaican music as a youth. Pressure Drop which I discovered from the magnificent Harder They Come soundtrack as a kid was and remains one of my all time favorite songs and was a gateway drug for Punk Rock after hearing the Clash cover I was sold. The connection between Jamaican music and english punk was a huge influence on a 14 year old me. Back to Toots: he and the Maytals had a gang if classics including 54-46 Thats my Number, the cover of Louie Louie, Reggae Got Soul, Funky KingstonJohnny Cool Man and he original Bam Bam which was recreated by Sister Nancy and is one of the all time greatest JA riddims. His later Toots in Memphis is a masterpiece with Toots covering soul records and was produced by Steve Cropper the man behind alot of he Stax classics on the record. Live hes still out there touring I must have seenhim 10 plus times. In his 70s he still got it in droves. Besides Bob Marley he is the most important roots Reggae artist and was a huge influence on Nesta. He is the OG vocalist of all things Yard musically and a national treasure and this re-issue makes me happy! #SaluteTootsHibert #JaLove #KnowYourRoots #SuperYardmanBreakin’ #EasyStar (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpFhFXcB1Vt/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1dgxf6eyi38sz

[diluc33rpm]

Favorite celebrity? Where train tracks were planned? (1/2)

this one of course

[seenashwrite]

@just-another-busy-fangirl..... did you change your name, m’dear? 🤔

Also while I’m here: I’ve messaged them, of course, but has anybody heard from @jalove-wecallhimdean and/or @anticipate1003 ??? 

[spnfamilybirthdays]

Hey @jalove-wecallhimdean

HAPPY HALF-BIRTHDAY!

We hope your half-birthday is wonderful, and we want you to know that the SPN Family loves you!

[pinknerdpanda]

I done gone and forgotten what that question was 😂 it was the second one down. I think it was How was your day but I DO remember do you have any weekend plans! So yeah lets go with that one haha.

Hey babes! well Nonny beat you to the weekend question. So let’s pretend it was “how was your day” my day was...meh. not great. not awful. just...meh.

thanks darlin!

ASK ME STUFF

[just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms]

Time to rejoin the family

Due to a litany of personal shit hitting all at once about two years ago I took a serious step back from tumblr and this blog in particular

Well, I’m back for real this time!!!!

I have been beyond blessed enough to retain almost all of my incredible followers over the years and I would like to pay it forward

Newer or older writer, new or old fic, new or old blog...I want to promote you!

Do you fit the following?

Brand new writer wanting their work to be circulated and/or looking for feedback?

Experienced writer who wants some new readers and/or looking for feedback?

Have a fic you were really proud of that didn’t initially do as well as you would have liked?

Reworking your blog and wanting to promote your new look?

Just want more people to know who you are so you can make friends?

I WANT TO HELP YOU ALL

Send me Ask’s telling me about yourself, your writing, your blog, and the fic you want me to take a look at. Then:

I will reblog the fic with comments and support

I will create a post specific to your blog and share it so all of my followers can see it

I will create a separate masterlist on my blog for blogs and fics that I recommend so people can find it easily

(P.S. if there are other ways I can help support and promote people and their work PLEASE let me know!!)

I have been so, SO incredibly blessed by this family. I want to be as big of a support to all of you as you have been for me.

This begins the second you see this post so start flooding my inbox!! DO NOT BE SHY!!!!

If you see this and do not want to participate but are a Supernatural blog, PLEASE reblog this so your other followers can see it and it can reach as many people as possible

Tagging my old forever tags to hopefully help signal boost

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[shawnamadea]

My new #lockscreen and #homescreen #wallpaper 🏀💋 #JaMorant #JaMorant12 #JaLove🖤 https://www.instagram.com/p/CoJUo4dP0RV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[amanda-teaches]

Almost Paradise

Summary: Dean finds himself looking at pictures of old loves. Will he ever be able to find that paradise again?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Square filled: Feelings Accidentally Revealed for @spnfluffbingo​, Kissed to Keep Quiet for @spndeanbingo​ and “I’m sorry, did I step on your moment?” for @spnquotebingo​

Word Count: 1558

Warnings: A little angst and Dean beating up on himself, one swear word, the rest is fluffy confessions and stuff with just a hint of smut

A/N: This is for the incomparable @atc74​‘s Duets Reboot Challenge. I got Almost Paradise by Mike Reno and Ann Wilson, so you’re getting some romance today. I hope y’all enjoy!

He hadn’t meant to pull out the photos, didn’t even know why he still had them. Lisa was on top, of course, pictures of her and Ben, and the three of them together, but, underneath, there were others. Cassie, his first love, Robin, his first kiss, Jo...so many abandoned chances, lost futures. Futures lost because of him.

“Hey, Dean, you okay in there?”

He swallowed hard, shoving the pictures back into the box, which he hastily threw under the bed just as the door opened, silhouetting Y/N standing in the dim, hallway light.

He glanced down at the floor, quickly standing from where he was perched on the edge of the bed. “Uh, Y/N, yeah...what’s up?”

She studied him carefully for a second, eyebrows furrowing with unspoken questions. “Nothing. I just wanted to check on you. You seemed a little weird earlier.”

He cleared his throat, his eyes landing everywhere but hers. “I’m fine. Long day is all.”

She hesitated for a second, and he could tell without even looking that she didn’t believe him. “Okay. I’ll, uh, see you in the morning?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, not even bothering to wait for a response before turning his back on her. It wasn’t until he heard the door close behind him that he let out his breath, bending back down to pick up the box. He lifted the lid one last time, his hand falling on the one picture he hadn’t looked at yet, the one that had long-since become crinkled and worn from years of handling. 

Y/N.

Falling in love with her hadn’t been instantaneous. It wasn’t the lightning striking, all-incomposing realization he’d expected. It was a series of soft smiles, late nights, deep laughs, and tender hugs. It was bonding over shared interests and fighting over food preferences. It was a friendship that had grown into so much more, more than anything he’d ever experienced with any of the others.

He fingered the tears on the edges of the picture and let his finger roam, tracing her smile. It was from that day at the beach five years ago, her eyes squinting into the sunlight, her hair windswept all around her. He was pretty sure she’d never looked more radiant.

His smile at the memory quickly faded as it turned to sadness. Placing the picture back in the box, he pursed his lips, steeling himself once again. It was a fool’s dream to think he could ever have anything with Y/N. Whatever chance he’d had was long gone after everything they’d been through, everything he’d done. Friendship was all he could ever expect from her, and, if he really loved her, he’d have to accept that.

He sighed, and placed the cover back on the box, not noticing how the picture of Y/N fluttered out and landed on the floor as he stood up. Walking quickly to the chest of drawers, he put the box back in its place, in the past, where it belonged. He didn’t have any right to dream anything different.

I thought that dreams belonged to other men

'Cause each time I got close

They'd fall apart again

I feared my heart would beat in secrecy

I faced the nights alone

Oh, how could I have known

That all my life I only needed you?

When Y/N had volunteered to go pick up the laundry from his room the next morning, Dean hadn’t thought much of it. They often traded off the chores they did around the bunker, and he was pretty sure she’d do anything to get him on cooking duty. He knew she’d been angling for a full-on breakfast buffet for days. But, when she didn’t return to the library after 20 minutes, he started to get worried.

Putting down his coffee, he made his way towards the laundry room first, finding it empty. He backtracked to her room, but it was the same result there. A little ripple of fear ran through him, and he picked up the pace, practically running down the hallway to his room. When he got there, he threw open the door, his chest falling in relief when he found her sitting there, at the foot of his bed.

But, then he noticed what she was holding in her hand. The picture.

“Uh, hey, Y/N,” he started, clearing his throat when he felt the shakiness in his voice. “I thought you were grabbing the laundry.”

She looked up at him, uncertainty written all over her face. “Why do you have this? Isn’t this from years ago, that day at the…”

“The beach, yeah,” he confirmed, nodding his head, but, again, refusing to make eye contact. 

She wouldn’t let him. Standing up, she crossed the room in just a few steps, stopping right in front of him. “Dean, why do you have this crumpled up picture of me laying on the floor of your room?”

His mind went straight to any number of excuses, but then he looked into her eyes, her beautiful, vulnerable eyes, and he knew he could never lie to her. “It’s on the floor because I must’ve dropped it earlier. It’s crumpled, because…” He took a deep breath. No going back now. “Because, that’s how a picture gets when you look at it all the time.”

“You look at a picture of me all the time?” She looked back down at it, and he could see her brain working overtime to process the reality of what he’d just said.

Well, shit, may as well jump into the deep end now. “Yeah, I keep it in a box in my dresser with pictures of all of the women I’ve...loved.”

Her eyes shot up to his.

He just kept going. “But, I guess love isn’t really the right word, because I was never really in love with any of the others. I mean, I thought I was at the time or maybe I thought I could be, but I never really was, at least not the real thing, not like I feel for you.” He kept plunging ahead, unable to stop now that he’d finally gotten started. “And, I know you don’t feel the same way about me, but I'm in love with you, Y/N. Have been for years. I mean, obviously, this wasn’t how I wanted you to find out, not that I wanted you to at all, but, now that you know, I…”

His words were cut off by the touch of her lips to his, hesitant at first, but the second he began to respond, she leaned in, weaving her hands into his hair, her tongue sweeping into his mouth. He groaned and pulled her closer, his mind going blank in her arms. When she broke the kiss and leaned back, all he could do was stare at her, dumbfounded. “Was that? Wait, what just happened?”

She grinned. “Sorry, you were talking too much.”

“Talking too much…” he echoed, trailing off, still completely confused. She must’ve read it on his face, because she reached up and brushed her knuckles down the side of his face, leaning in for another kiss.

“I love you too, Dean.”

It seems like perfect love's so hard to find

I'd almost given up

You must have read my mind

And all these dreams I saved for a rainy day

They're finally coming true

I'll share them all with you

'Cause now we hold the future in our hand

And in your arms salvation's not so far away

It's getting closer

Closer every day

Dean tightened his arms around Y/N’s sleeping body, feeling her begin to stir. He inhaled, breathing her in, and dropped his lips to her neck, relishing the small moan that fell from her lips. “Mmm...mornin’, baby.”

“Good morning,” she said with a smile, turning lazily in his arms until they were face to face. “I like waking up in your arms.”

“And, I like you waking up in my arms,” he agreed, grinning as he leaned in to steal another kiss. “Damn, why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?”

She laughed. “Hm, I don’t know, maybe because you kept a picture of me in your underwear drawer for five years instead of just telling me how you felt?”

“Hey!” he shot back, feigning offense. “You never said anything either. Besides, I think I deserve some props for saying something now. You know, I had this whole dramatic speech thing going on.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I step on your moment? My poor baby.” She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, softening the tease with a kiss to his chin that quickly turned passionate as it found its way to his mouth. His hands began to roam down her body, drawing a whine from deep within her. “Dean, please…”

“What’s the rush?” he drawled, slowing the movement of his hands as he maneuvered her until she was laying flat on her back, his weight propped up by his knee so that he was hovering above her. “We’ve got plenty of time, baby. In fact, I think we’ve pretty much got forever.” 

Almost paradise

We're knockin' on heaven's door

Almost paradise

How could we ask for more?

I swear that I can see forever in your eyes

Paradise

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Dean Tags- @akshi8278​ @whimsicalrobots​ @dean-winchesters-bacon​ @adoptdontshoppets​ @alexwinchester23​

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Happy birthday sweetie!!! You deserve the best day ever! 💜😙🎉

Thank yooooouuu

[seenashwrite]

@jalove-wecallhimdean reblogged your post and added:

Holy shit, you actually did it!!!! Whoop!!!! Good luck!

We shall see. The response email was funny, said something like “You don’t need to worry about this anymore, we got it. You may never hear from us again. We love you.”

If they’d allowed 16, it would’ve been “pickled regret”. Possibly too abstract.😜

[spnfamilybirthdays]

Fluff

Hey @jalove-wecallhimdean, Happy Birthday!  Lots of love from your SPN Family!

Your eyes scrunched up, confused by what was happening.  You’d been deep asleep when something brushed up against your face - something very, very soft and fluffy.

You didn’t open your eyes yet, slightly afraid of what you were going to find.  But you were in the bunker, which meant that you should be safe.

Little pressure points moved across your chest and shoulder and then the fluffiness was gone.  What in the world?

You opened your eyes to see what had to be the cutest kitten in the world.  Only ten, maybe twelve weeks old, it was tiny with ears and eyes too big for its face.  You immediately gasped, a smile on your face.

“Do you like her?” came a voice from the other side of the room.

You turned to see Castiel, looking between you and the kitten where she was walking across your bed.  “Like her?” you repeated as you sat up.  What, was he kidding?

You reached for the small ball of fluff and held her to your chest, kissing the top of her head.  She gave out the smallest of meows, just barely a squeak, before reaching her paw out toward your face.  You moved to let her boop your nose, her tiny claws just pricking your skin.

“Happy birthday,” Castiel said, watching the scene happily.

You grinned.  “Best birthday ever,” you whispered to the kitten, excited to bond with her and have a new friend.

happy birthday from @just-another-busy-fangirl

[jaksamjaitocedameubije]

Sutra kada me budu pitali o ljubavi Biću fina i ljubazna Reći ću da je nekad bilo teško ali da je uzaludno pričati o tome Zarad svih lepih stvari Svih neobičnosti i magije Kada me sutra budu pitali za ljubav Neću reći da i danas prva asocijacija jeste tvoj lik Osmeh koji je metafora većine ovih pesama i vešto poređanih slova Reći ću da je ljubav za mene jedan muškarac Koji ne priča mnogo o slatkim stvarima Ali pokazuje sve što je bitno Muškarac koji je nežna sigurnost u čitavom egzistencijalnom neminovnom stradanju koji svi živimo na ovaj ili onaj način Ljubav ima tamne oči i snažne ruke Koje su me jedne večeri uhvatile u glavnoj ulici Čula se neka muzika u pozadini Prolaznici su izbledeli Ali okruženje nije Jer to je bio i ostaće naš grad Ljubav je taj grad koji neću imenovati Iako svi već znaju ko je Zašto se ne bih pravila luda? Ljubav je muškarac koji je pravio greške I devojka smeđe kose koja nije ostala dužna I kada sutra budu pitali Neću pričati o bolnim stvarima Već da ljubav uvek prevazilazi sve besmislice nehotičnog ponašanja Iako je istina da ne pobeđuje uvek Nekad postoje drugi planovi sa nekim drugim ljubavima Biću fina i ljubazna I neću reći da ne smem otići na neka mesta Na kojima sam bila tamo sa tobom Uzaludno je prisećati se da nećeš više na taj način biti uzbuđen i srećan I ne žalim se Ne shvatite me pogrešno Zahvalna sam zbog svega što je bilo Ali imam potrebu reći i nešto o ljubavima koje su bile neverovatne i kratke Iako znam da ih ne bi smatrali dugim ma koliko god da su trajale Kada me pitaju sutra za ljubav Oh… Da, biću fina i smerna I prećutaću kako si više puta hteo da me staviš u džep i otmeš od svih koji me poznaju Da me imaš samo za sebe i upiješ svaki deo ove kože Da se stopiš sa mojim postojanjem U svakom smislu I zato kada me budu pitali Neću smeti da zanemarim ljubavi koje nisu imale priliku I dok svi govore kako ne postoji pravo vreme Jer sve se dešava sada i mi krojimo kako i šta nadalje To je jedna strana novčića i medalje Pa ipak Nije uvek baš sve tako jednostavno I neke priče koje ne uspemo da ostvarimo u ovom životu nikad ne postanu zapravo lakše Samo se pomirimo sa tim Zato kada pitaju za ljubav Videće na mom licu tihu pomirljivost Jer moje staze su ružičaste, plave i tamne Ali uvek idem bosim korakom Jer kada znaš kome ideš Dobro je svud Samo nekad u životu neke priče ne dobiju pravu priliku I zato kada me sutra bilo ko bude pitao za ljubav Biću gluva za bilo koje propovedi vezane za tajming Za pravo vreme Da to ne postoji nego se kreira Ne bih rekla I neka… Neka nismo dobili prilike Reći ću da nas čeka nešto drugo da učimo u ovom životu Ali slagaću ako budem rekla Da sledeći put neću odabrati da umesto bosom nogom idem štiklom I da idem kroz svaki zid i vrata da oživim jalove puteve Da ih prelazim i dajem motiku u ruke da se prave novi Jer nije baš uvek sve tako jednostavno kao što umeju da kažu Nešto ni pesnici nisu u stanju da shvate I zato kada pitaju za ljubav Biću ljubazna Uzaludno je objašnjavati onima koji nisu doživeli Da nije baš sve uvek crno na belo I zato kada me pitaju Biću mirna I pomenuću da je magija uvek prisutna u planinama I nekim drugim svakodnevnim trenucima Jer kada se jednom nešto doživi što moraš da pustiš Nekad kada sever zove Šta god drugi mislili i rekli Ne može da se ide na jug…