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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 + 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐲/𝐓𝐢𝐦 ۶ৎ

Random head canons for tim/masky (if it sucks that's just because I'm not good at romance and what not so take it with a grain of salt and spare me 💀)

Cw: mentions of alcohol, abusive relationship along with violence and implied sex (nothing explicit ) (being clear there is no romantic implications for masky, he is genuinely awful if your into that then okay?? Also why? 😭)

Tim loves softly. He always has.

Even when it was hard.He loves like he’s trying to remember how like it’s buried somewhere deep beneath the static, under the trauma and lost time.

Breathing in your perfume, hand in your still soapy, wet hair,the smoke on his clothes, the dirt on his jeans, the grease on his scalp.

The stubble between every kiss.

The warmth of a calloused palm on the back of your neck.He knows how to love you, even when he tells himself he doesn’t deserve to.

He’s the man who holds your hand under the table, brushing his thumb over yours when your breathing stutters. He recognizes panic. He’s lived in it.

He’s always crawling back to you, more ragged than before.Scraped knuckles. Dark circles. Shaky apologies.

He brings takeout like roses, like offerings at an altar.

Wishing he could’ve been the nice college boy your mother dreamed of—the one who played ball with your dad in the front yard.But he’s not.

He’s got burn scars and blackout memories and a fear he won’t ever be whole again.Still, you let him in.

Again and again.

Late nights spent with beer on his lips and his fingers in your hair. Whether it’s comfort or craving, you never ask.

You just pull him closer.Your face is buried in the nape of his neck, his arms tight around your waist.

The only thing illuminating the room is the TV playing reruns of Martha Stewart, soft light flickering across the walls.

Amy Winehouse hums from the speaker.

Neither of you speak. Her voice fills the silence like a lullaby.

But Tim isn’t listening. Not really.His eyes are on you.

Because in a world where he doesn’t trust his own mind You’re the only thing that feels real.

(maskys portion so heed my warning )

Things are not the same in the morning.

The bed is empty. The sheets are cold. A bottle of whiskey stands where he should be.

You knew what would happen. And so did he.

Maybe that’s why you had to fight your way into his world,clawing through his static, forcing your way through the cracks in his silence.

Jekyll isn’t himself unless he has his Hyde. And Masky is always Hyde.

Masky is not your lover. Not your boyfriend.

You don’t want him, not really. But he keeps showing up, and you keep letting him in.

Maybe that means something. Maybe it’s love. Maybe it’s nothing.

He reeks of cheap oil, gasoline, and something metallic like blood left out too long. His voice is a damaged record, glitchy and hoarse, laced with phlegm and static.

His laugh comes from the gut, but it’s never warm. It’s hollow, like boots on wet concrete.

His name is poison on your tongue, but you still say it.

He never knocks. He never asks.

He just shows up; gloved hands pulling at your shirt, breath hot against your neck, boots still muddy from God-knows-what.

He holds you like a chokehold. Kisses like an exhale of gunpowder. His hands used to be soft. Now they grab. Grope. Bruise.

Lust or love,it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t pretend to know the difference. Neither do you anymore.

He is the silence between your sobs. The crack in your ribs. He calls you “sweetheart” like an insult.

When he leaves, he doesn’t say goodbye. He leaves behind the stink of his presence, the ache in your hips, and the stutter in your breath.

The house feels wrong when he’s gone,but worse when he’s here.

He never stays long. Just long enough to make sure you’ll miss him. Just long enough to remind you he can come back whenever he wants.

And every time he does, you're a little smaller. A little quieter.

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Okay I think it’s time for my shameless self plug now

i NEED more nell jackson fics! please give me more! sapphic nell, pirate nell, literally anything will suffice. please just put me out of my misery!! i beg of you!

[mishacollinsthighsss]

For drabble/short fic: Dean overthinking (maybe even while talking to Cas) Balthazar's line from 6x17 "[...] the one in the dirty trench coat who is in love with you"

Anon I love you, this had me RUNNING 😂 its short, but I think it's cute, and it's kinda awkward, I hope you like it 💙

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Words: ~900

Awkward fluff

Unbeta'd

Sorry, you have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trench coat who's in love with you.

The words spun around in Dean's brain, it was all he could think about. At first, he'd just rolled his eyes and had tried to forget about it, but the longer he'd waited, the more prominent Balthazar's words had gotten.

"Dean?" 

"Huh?" Dean's gaze snapped up from the book in front of him and he looked at Cas, who was staring at him with a confused expression.

"Have you listened to anything I just said?" Cas asked, and Dean could feel his face turning hot.

"Sure, uh… dead person, lake…" 

They were in the middle of working a case, and Dean knew he should focus, but whenever it got quiet, his brain jumped back to those words. What did they even mean? There was no way that Cas, a freaking angel of the lord, was in love with him. Not romantically, at least.

"... and the witness said that he acted strange before. Maybe he was possessed?" 

Dean swallowed, internally punching himself for being so distracted, but he just nodded and hoped Cas wouldn't look right through him. He'd get the details from Sam later anyway.

"Is there anything wrong?" Cas asked all of a sudden, squinting and watching Dean closely, but Dean shook his head quickly.

"Nah, nothing wrong, everything's peachy. Just peachy. Go on, I'm listening," Dean muttered, even though he knew it was a lie. 

"If you say so. The most confusing thing is, even though the victim was found dead in the water, there was no dirt on him. Not on his clothes, not on his skin, not anywhere."

Dirt. Dirty. Dirty trenchcoat. God, what the hell had Balthazar been talking about? Cas was the most blunt person ever, so surely he would've said something, right? If he was in love with Dean, he'd just blurt it out, like always. But he hadn't said anything, so it couldn't be true… could it?

"Are you in love with me?" Dean blurted out before he could stop himself, interrupting Cas, who was just trying to save people, again. Shit, he was so stupid.

Castiel's eyes widened for a split second, at least Dean thought so, but then he squinted.

"I don't see how this is relevant for the case, Dean," he answered, his voice completely calm, but Dean could've sworn he saw a faint blush coloring the angel's cheeks.

"Yeah, uh… sorry man, just… yeah, it's not. But uh… are you? Y'know. In love. With… me."

Way to go Dean, he thought as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew that he'd had a crush on the guy since the moment they'd met, but he hadn't dared to even -

"Dean, people are dying."

Right.

"Yeah, you're right. Sorry," Dean said, before a deep sigh escaped him. He probably wouldn't get an answer, which wasn't disappointing at all, nope. But… what if?

"But -"

"Yes."

Dean blinked.

"Yes?"

"Yes."

"So, you're…?" Dean was sure his brain had stopped working completely somewhere along the way.

"Yes, I am in love with you. Are you able to focus now?" Cas asked, his face completely neutral as always, but there was something in his eyes, something that told Dean the angel was just as nervous.

"Sure, yeah, focus, case. Got it."

Dean was able to focus for a total of three seconds.

"Okay, but… you're serious?" he interrupted Cas once again and Cas sighed, while he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He'd picked up on so many human things already, it was adorable.

"Yes, I'm serious. Are you done?"

As Castiel opened his eyes again their gazes locked, and Dean swallowed thickly. All or nothing, right?

"Actually, no. So… this love thing, is it - is it… romantic?" he stammered, his cheeks burning, but he didn't break eye contact. In fact, he couldn't, he was too mesmerized by the ocean of blue in front of him.

"Yes."

Oh. 

"Oh," Dean choked out and lowered his gaze, his hands balling into fists on the table.

"I don't understand why this is something you need to know," Cas said, and his voice sounded different all of a sudden. Almost a little sad. 

"I just… have to, alright?" Dean pressed out between clenched teeth, his heart doing flip-flops in his chest.

"Alright," Cas said, letting out another sigh, but before he could continue with the case, Dean opened his mouth again. 

"It's just… me too. I think. Maybe. Dunno."

Now Castiel's head snapped up and he stared at Dean with wide eyes, his lips slightly parted, and God, Dean wanted to kiss him.

"You mean, you're…?" Cas couldn't finish the sentence either, just like Dean earlier, which made the hunter chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah I think so," he breathed, and suddenly the tension that had been in the room the whole time disappeared, and they both grinned at each other. 

"That's… a surprise," Cas muttered, his cheeks flushing, and Dean laughed.

"Yeah," he answered, while he tried to get some air into his lungs. Maybe it was a good thing that he'd asked, after all. 

"What do we - I mean how - "

"We're gonna talk, I guess. Later. Promise. I think we gotta finish a case first," Dean interrupted, and finally, the tension in Castiel's shoulders disappeared as well and he gave Dean a grateful smile.

This time when he started talking about the victim again, Dean was able to actually listen.

[euphorica-smiles]

HELLOOOOOO wow how long has it been

Yes I know. Been very very very very long.

Actually I do check up here once in a while but the thing is, ever since my Tumblr on mobile just got weirder after each update, I really stop checking.

I've actually been dying to do a major clean-up, update and so many things with this blog/main tumblr as I have very very fond memories being here - in a way, this place has really shaped me through the years and part of that is also because of the followers I still have here.

The thing is however, I also noticed that people have also started asking if I still have some of the BSD merch here available with me and truth be told, I really forgot to update as life really got me off track.

At any rate, one of the updates:

I'm still going to keep this blog running.

As mentioned, I have very fond memories being here; I even come here once in a while for sake of nostalgia and stuff. Though because in the recent postings here has been mostly on sales post, I've moved on personal blogging to my other side-blogs and blogs like in Wordpress.

That may slowly change depending on how things go as I want to go back to my original roots when I started here, so who knows.

As I'm working as a part time writer as well, that also means I don't get a lot of time with my own personal and creative writing - which is also why I wish to utilize this space again at a later time to really indulge in that in this space.

That being said, I hope everyone is doing well!

I know in my last update, these two years have been very rough, so I really am hoping in the deepest of my heart that everyone stays well and safe there.

I appreciate you all a lot.

Please do not hesitate to message me here or anywhere out of Tumblr. I am reachable by email as well: jasminerck0615@gmail.com

Love,

Jas/ES/SSD/Karms

[melodrama-lorde]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James T. Kirk/Leonard “Bones” McCoy, James T. Kirk & Leonard “Bones” McCoy Characters: James T. Kirk, Leonard “Bones” McCoy Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Hugging, listen I wrote this and I want to cry! Summary:

There were only two nights that Leonard and Jim felt like they were the loneliest and most lost being’s in the universe. Jim, a lost star Leonard, the lonely night

[gorjasthegiant-blog]

dementia

I was scared of 3 am The ghost came to kill they said But as darkness started to lurk at night, I realized the ghosts never harm The horror came from somewhere else Inside the darkness of two asylums They were named the skull and the ribs Working hand in hand, fueled by moonlight The skull controls the fatality of dementia and the ribs prisons the demons desires

[gorjasblog-blog]

apples

What is it with apples ? Newtons exemplified the law of gravity by an apple falling from the tree. Steve jobs decided to name this product of technology"Apple". And snow white was deceived by eating an apple. And in greek mythology the golden apple is sacred to aphrodite as throwing it signifies declaration of love. The forbidden fruit in the garden of eden was believe to be an apple so Adam has an apple in his throat. Tell me, what is it with apples? Was it its color? Its taste? Appearance? Or because A is for apple.

[neblinita]

I am so grateful for my friends; especially the close ones that you can tell anything to. I may not have them anymore in ten or even five years, but I'll remember them. I'll think of them every so often and remember the times we spent together. I'd smile wondering if they're doing all the things they said they dream of doing; if they're making their dreams come true. I'd smile because they made my world seem okay when I thought it was ending. I have them now, though. They're still in my life now and I never want to take them for granted.

after a phone call with my bestfriend

[jad0re-g0re]

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚 "𝐬𝐚𝐦" 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ۶ৎ

(Just something I found in my notes,i may have already posted these but I'm not about to spend an hour on trying to find the og on my main, so uhh enjoy)

tw:Depression, self-harm, disordered eating)

She has anisocoria, meaning her pupils are different sizes one noticeably larger than the other. Because of this, she's extremely sensitive to bright lights.

Due to being “put back together,” she has limited mobility and experiences a fuck ton of chronic pain.

Since she’s technically dead, her body doesn’t produce oxygen. The only reason she’s alive is because of the pseudo-immortality granted to proxies (and other residents), which prevents them from dying or being killed.

This is also why her body hasn’t decayed or gotten infected—though she still takes hygiene seriously.

During missions, residents are temporarily granted enhanced abilities. For that time, Sam is basically functional almost normal.

But once the mission ends and that "veil" lifts, she’s a wreck.

The nerve damage and lack of coordination come back full force. Sometimes, she needs a mobility aid, and there are days when she physically can’t walk.

Her body is constantly working overtime just to function. She's severely underweight, always cold, and only held together by Slender’s power

. Because of the cold, she’s grown more body hair to try and retain heat.

Even though she’s regained memories from her past life, she doesn’t feel like the person she used to be. It’s like watching old home videos and recognizing they’re yours, but not feeling connected to them like a robot watching someone else’s life.

This disconnection is even worse physically.

She’s painfully aware that her body parts were taken, used, and most likely abused before being stitched back together. It leaves her feeling contaminated like something rotting in her own skin.

As a human, her skin tone was a rich tan. After reanimation, it faded to something similar, but with a permanent grey tint especially noticeable in the early stages of coming back.

Eating is hell. She avoids food whenever she can, even though she still feels the pain of starvation.

Her body rejects most solid food, usually resulting in vomiting. That acid is probably toxic by now.

She sticks to liquid calories and only occasionally attempts small portions of solids.

Her skin bruises ridiculously easily. The bruises linger for months.

She experiences frequent depressive episodes. When these hit, she neglects her usual self-care routine, and her body starts to smell like rotting flesh

.As a human, her depressive episodes were intense—she’d stop eating, sleep all day, vomit, and sometimes even wet the bed. Jordan was usually the one who took care of her during those times.

In the mansion, if she breaks down or relapses, it’s usually Jane who finds her collapsed on the floor late at night. Jane, with her motherly energy, picks her up, cleans her, and lets her crash in her room for the night.

These episodes don’t last long work won’t allow them to but the aftermath is awkward.

The next morning, the house goes quiet, and everyone avoids eye contact, because they all heard her having nightmares at 3 in the morning

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HOW TO PLAY SOMEONE FROM ILLINOIS; 

Some roleplayers for some reason choose their character to be from Illinois, or more commonly, Chicago! Maybe it's because of the absolute boredom that is central and southern Illinois or the Windy City, apparently you wanted the character from Illinois. Born and raised here, I wanted to be the one to make a guide on how to portray someone from here. Keep in mind, this is just based off my experience living here. Enjoy! 

WE ARE NOT ALL CRAZY ABOUT THE BEARS; 

Most of Illinois are Bears fans. Although if the character is from northern Illinois like Chicago and anywhere north or west of that, there becomes a divide. The Packers used to play in the stadium in Milwaukee, so half of the population became Packers fans whereas the other half stayed Bears fans. In Northern Illinois, you'll find Packers and Bears fans mixed. The two teams have a huge rivalry, so there's always big arguments and smack talk before a Bears and Packers game.

THE NORTH VS SOUTH RIVALRY IS VERY REAL; 

When you mix baseball and Chicago, you always hear about the big rivalry between the Sox and the Cubs. The White Sox are a baseball team from the South side of Chicago, and the Cubs are from the North. It turns into so much more of a bigger rivalry than the Cubs versus Sox. It's the rivalry of the North side of Chicago versus the South side. Come baseball time, there's always a lot of tension when there's a game between the two teams. There becomes a divide within the city concerning sports. There's always debate of which side is better with the North being the more high class side of Chicago which is correct, and the South being ghetto which is sort of correct as well. Definitely when the two are compared, the North side is the better side of the city to raise a family in and live in general.

THERE'S A LOT OF FARMS; 

Illinois is on the border of being an all farm state. Virtually three quarters of the state is still somewhat farmland. The one quarter would be Chicago and surrounding suburbs within a ten mile radius. If you were to drive down the state of Illinois, you'd be bored rather quickly, because ten miles south, all of it is farmland. Central Illinois and southern Illinois are mostly farmland. Chicago is basically the only notable city in Illinois unlike for instance, Florida. Florida has Miami, Orlando, Panama City, Jacksonville, whereas Chicago only has one well developed large city. The northern part isn't especially rural, but central and southern are.

IT'S A LOT OF DOLLAR BILLS TO LIVE HERE; 

If somebody thinks of America, Chicago would be one of the first places they'd think of. Of course the first would either be Los Angeles or New York City then Chicago. They're the big three. The standard of living in Chicago is actually one of the highest in this part of the country, until you get to the west coast of course. The taxes are particularly high here, and to shop in the city, the tax is through the roof. Most people who live in the border parts of the state (AKA me) go to the bordering states for shopping due to the lower tax. For example, my family and I go to Kenosha or Pleasant Prairie in Wisconsin due to the tax on clothes being lower than it is in Illinois. There is occasional corruption concerning state taxes here in Illinois as well. 

CHICAGO HOT SPOTS; 

Every state has places to go for fun. I'm only going to cover northern Illinois, because in my opinion, it's the only interesting area of Illinois.

Six Flags- It's located thirty minutes away from Chicago minus traffic. It's a common hot spot  for me and everyone at high school because we live so damn close to it. Teenagers go here all the time, and it's genuinely a fun place to be. The funnel cakes here are divine, and the rides are awesome. If you want to know more about this Six Flags, feel free to contact me. I know that place the back of my hand.

Gino's East Pizza- Chicago's famous Deep Dish pizza. It's amazing, and it's in Chicago. Celebrities fly to Chicago just to have our pizza. True shit.

Sprinkles Cupcakes- This bakery is quite famous and it's in North Chicago in the shopping district. It's a rather small bakery, like you can walk in, get your cupcakes, and there's a small row of chairs where you can sit. It's elevated. You can check their website for flavors and such.

Navy Pier- Perhaps this is one of the absolute hot spots in Chicago. It's right on the lake. The rides you must go on are the swings and the Ferris wheel. The Ferris wheel is really slow and at night, it has lights. The swings are the common carnival ride, except they go rather fast. There's souvenir shops and there is a Bubba Gump's restaurant there. There's other eating places there and various stores in the mini mall they have there. There is also ships like the Spirit of Chicago and the Odyssey where you can go on to go around the lake and see the gorgeous Chicago skyline.

Willis Tower Sears Tower- It's official name is Willis Tower, but everybody in Chicago calls it Sears. That's how it will be forever. Some rich guy bought it and named it after himself, but everyone knows it's Sears. Sears Tower is really cool, because you go up in the elevator and there is a little glass box you can walk out into. It's completely transparent, so under your feet you just see the ground and it mimics walking on air. It's a really memorable experience and terrifying if you're afraid of heights!

John Hancock Tower: It's the same as Sears really. You go up and you get to look out on Chicago. It's just the other famous tower in Chicago.

The Bean: The Bean is a big bean that is silver and is the most famous sculpture in Chicago. It's truly iconic and is a big part of Chicago's image. It's transparent, so yes you can take selfies by using it like a mirror.

Millennium Park: It's just a really big park in Illinois. It's very pretty.

The Magnificent Mile: The Magnificent Mile is basically this long road where all the high class stores are on. It has a bunch of stores. It's rather iconic.

Michigan Avenue: This is another iconic street in Chicago. It has many high end stores on it as well.

 I hope that helped! If there's anything I missed and you'd like me to include, please don't hesitate to shoot me a message. Feedback is always welcome.

[mishacollinsthighsss]

for drabbles: maybe fuck or die? (either dean or cas has been sniffing the wrong kind of flower and now oops we got a situation) or: dean is masturbating and thinking about cas, cas picks up on this. or: dean and cas watch brokeback mountain thinking it's just some other cowboy movie but then things happen and it gets a little too hot and they're sitting right next to each other etc

Heya! While I'm not really comfortable with the first trope because of personal reasons, I'm definitely gonna write the other two! I'm gonna give you the first one already which is Dean and Cas watching Brokeback Mountain together 😁 I'll definitely write the second one either later or tomorrow!

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Words: ~1,3k

Tooth-rotting fluff

Unbeta'd (like all of the little drabbles probably will be) 😂

"Dean?"

Dean sat up straighter when he heard Castiel's voice and smiled to himself, knowing that Cas searching for him in the bunker usually meant he wanted to spend time with Dean.

"In the cave!" he almost yelled, flinching by how his voice echoed through the bunker. A couple of moments later the door opened and Cas stepped in, a DVD case in hand, and Dean started to grin.

"Wanna watch a movie, Cas?" 

Castiel's gaze jumped from Dean to the case, then back to Dean and he started to smile.

"If you don't mind, I'd love to. I was at the library with Sam, did you know that you can rent DVDs there?" Cas asked as he sat down next to Dean, close enough that their shoulders brushed. At first, Dean had tried to teach Cas about personal space, but he'd given up quickly and just accepted that the angel didn't seem to get it. 

"Yeah, yeah I did that a couple times already. What movie are we watching?" Dean asked as he took the case and stood up to switch the DVDs.

"I don't know, it's called 'Brokeback Mountain', it's about cowboys so I thought you might like it," Cas said with a hesitant smile, and Dean grinned once again as he sat down next to Cas.

"Hell yeah, cowboys are always good. Haven't heard of that one before, though," he muttered as he took the remote and navigated through the menu. For a second, he thought about reading what it was about, but then he shook his head and started the movie instead. They both got comfortable while their eyes were glued to the TV, and if Dean leaned against Cas a little, nobody had to know. 

At first, Dean thought it was just a boring movie, nothing fancy, but the second Jack and Ennis got closer, he swallowed. Oh boy, this wasn't… was it? Instead of saying something though, Dean continued watching, shifting a little in his seat every now and then, and why was it so warm in this room all of a sudden? 

"Dean?"

Dean almost jumped by Castiel's voice. 

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice a little rough, so he cleared his throat.

"Have you ever kissed a man?" Cas asked, his voice neutral, and Dean's head snapped around to look at the angel, his body getting prepared to flee as fast as possible, but when he saw the shy expression on Castiel's face, the half closed eyes, the faint blush on his cheeks and the lip bite - shit, the lip bite - he took a deep breath to calm his racing heart down.

"No I haven't, nothing wrong with that though I guess. You?" 

The second the last word left Dean's lips he wanted to slap himself. He knew that the only people Cas had ever kissed were Meg and April.

"No. But…" 

Cas didn't finish the sentence, and Dean gave him some time, but when it seemed like the angel wasn't going to, he had to ask.

"But?"

Heart still racing, Dean searched for Cas' gaze and the second their eyes locked, the angel sighed. 

"I don't know. I feel like… I feel like I might want to try it," he muttered, still looking into Dean's eyes, and Dean was sure that this was the moment he'd die. Just like that, a couple more words from Cas about kissing men and he'd drop dead on the spot.

"Huh," was the only thing he got out, not able to form a single coherent sentence in his head, too lost in Castiel's eyes, which had him hypnotized. 

"Would… would you want to try it, Dean?" Cas asked after a few moments of silence, and oh god, Dean couldn't admit that he wanted to, could he? Fuck, why did Cas bring a movie with gay cowboys, out of all the movies out there?

"I… dunno, maybe?" he answered, and wait a minute, had Cas leaned in a little? He couldn't remember that their faces had been that close before. Or had Dean leaned in? Oh god, hopefully not.

"Would… Would you mind trying it with me?" Cas asked, his cheeks getting even darker than before, and he looked so adorable that Dean wasn't able to think at all. The only thing he knew was that they were way too close, and that he wanted to kiss Cas.

"Uh… wouldn't that… make it awkward? Between us, I mean. Wouldn't that make it awkward between us?" he stammered, and even though Dean was looking into the angel's eyes, he knew that Cas started to smile.

"Only if we let it," Cas answered and yeah, that made sense. The thing was, Dean always found a way to make things awkward. 

"Okay," he whispered before his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Cas broke their eye contact to follow the movement.

"Okay?" Cas asked, his gaze glued to Dean's mouth, and Dean was sure his heart might explode any second.

"Okay," he said once again, and suddenly, Cas' mouth was on his own. Out of reflex, Dean turned his body to get a better angle, and Cas did the same, while his hands came up to cup Dean's cheeks, his touch so soft that it was barely palpable. For a couple of moments neither of them moved, their closed lips pressed together, but the second Dean inhaled shakily through his nose, the ban was broken and Cas started to move his lips. 

Dean was sure he was in heaven. 

Cas was clumsy at first, kissing Dean not quite right, but when Dean took over and guided the angel, it was good. More than good, great. Amazing, even. 

Shit. Dean knew he was fucked when a quiet moan escaped him completely unprompted and he pulled Cas onto his lap. The angel didn't argue and Dean used his quiet gasp to trace Castiel’s bottom lip with his tongue, a touch so soft he could barely feel it, but it was enough to send a full body shiver through Cas, followed by a deep, greedy noise. Dean could feel his body reacting to the touches and the noises though, reacting to Cas, so instead of deepening their kiss he slowed it down, until all they did was peck each other's lips from time to time while they breathed the same air, both smiling brightly. 

"Did you like it?" Cas asked, his voice rougher than usual, and Dean cleared his throat, knowing that he probably sounded similar.

"Yeah, uh… yeah. You?" he asked, and even though he knew the answer already, he needed to hear it, needed to hear from Cas that it had been just as good for him.

"It was very… pleasant," Cas said after some seconds of consideration, and Dean moved his head back a little to look at the angel properly, his brows furrowed, but the second he saw Cas grinning at him he rolled his eyes. 

"Get down from me," he grumbled as he shoved Cas playfully, and Castiel's grin turned into a full-on laugh, while he clumsily got up and sat down again next to Dean, this time even closer than before. 

"You wanna finish the movie or what?" Dean asked, trying to keep his voice neutral, but he couldn't hold back the smile that spread on his face. 

"I'd love to," Cas said, his voice soft, and as he spoke he hesitantly took Dean's hand and intertwined their fingers. Dean squeezed Castiel's hand, not looking at him again, and rewound the movie to the point where they'd started talking. Cas sighed with content and dropped his head against Dean's shoulder, and if Dean was asked if he had leaned his head against Castiel’s later, he'd deny it. 

Maybe gay cowboy movies weren't that bad, after all.

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Even Stars Burn Chapter Six

At AK Fashion House Arnav was fuming as he stormed into the building, his jaw clenched and his eyes ready to scorch anyone into silence. The receptionist stood to stop Arnav when he barged his way into the actual office. He turned and gave one of his infamous ASR faces which silenced his former employee, there was both fear and shame in her eyes. He continued and found one of his old office lackees, he cornered him and grabbed him by the collar. "Where is that snake?" Arnav asked through gritted teeth. "Kaun sa saap Sir?" The ex-employee asked, half terrified. "Wohi, A-m-a-n." Arnav said every letter clearly, slowly and painfully. "A-a-aman Sir woh photoshoot main hai, third floor peh." The ex-employee stuttered. Photoshoot? That meant-. Without delay Arnav darted away from these clowns and went to pursue the only thing that consumed his mind nowadays- Khushi.  

Read in full here 

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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 + 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 ۶ৎ

(Basic stuff as to how I see the underworld and mansion or just random stuff that's related to that)

I tend to follow mostly what's been said in the creeps comic as to how one may be able to go to the under city (aka magical well bullshit)

these wells work as a form of transportation and going through them is similar to what happens in stranger Things when you travel to the upside down (ex: if you travel by well in the woods you will end up in the woods of the under city)

wells are mainly found in more deserted areas as to not draw attention and have a mark of some sort of indicator that this is a well to the under city rather then a normal well for water use

under city is not owned by anyone however majority of its terf belongs to zalgo and you are more common to run into those who work for him or are in some way in support of him (such as bell) as compared to the human world where some entities live (like proxies)

wells are also found all over the world and not just in America (I say this mainly because clockwork being from Canada made no sense since she goes to work for slender in Washington, so she traveled via well and this applies to any beings that are from any other country)

slender doesn't randomly just pick up people to work for him (this does not apply to younger members such as Sally) he would either activity take part and nudging things to go in a certain direction or he would simply stalk

the events of marble Hornets is example of this in which he takes an active role in recruiting them versus with ej or jeff where he reaches them in a vulnerable state in offering them shelter which sort of just seals their fate and now they are stuck working for him

once you have basically sold your soul to him you can expect a proxy like symbol scarred into you somewhere on your body as a permanent reminder (cringe ik but this entire fandom is cringe)

once this is down you can not die nor kill yourself as you have a protection of pseudo imortality, injuries can happenand depending on the severity your body will just regenerate but if it's not deemed as bad then just go down and get healed by the nurse's

difference between zalgo and slender is that zalgo depends on keeping people disposable and knows little to nothing about majority of those who work under him (besides his children, partners and or close dealers), he has the bigger army but due to him being more lenient(?) It ends up being a weakness

where as slender studies potential workers making sure they are efficient or he makes them efficient and rather then just killing them off if they don't comply he uses torture as a method of punishment (basically when professor X hits magneto with the Holocaust beam 💀) , this works on all members even Toby . This means he has less people but they are all pretty good at their job

I don't necessarily see slender as this being of pure evill and hatred (he's like 97% evill okay) and he does have the ability to build I wouldn't say a healthy or friend like relationship with him but you can get on his good side (it comes with perks)

not all proxies or workers have the same jobs. Masky and hoodie usually work in jobs where you need to be seen in public or if you need to look human while Kate works as a guard in the woods and works mainly to get rid of any zalgoid spies or any trouble. And Toby works between these to interchangeably

sam originally worked in keeping most of the workers in control (aka played babysitter) which wasn't very fun and also lowkey scary and was later promoted in proxy position, after consistent attempts of attacks from zalgo and his army she was sent to live in the under city and try learn as much as possible regarding the enemy, which leads her to living at hookmans dirt cheap apartment complex

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𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧! ⋆.˚ ★

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽! 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽!

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I’m a minor

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Desi (Pakistani) & Pagan

I enjoy anything creepy pasta/horror related media along with superhero stuff (but that's on my main)

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