#lets go lets gooooo

[sucktacular]

THEYRE PUTTING A [thrift store] NEAR MY HOUSE OMG!? GAME CHANGER GAME CHANGER

[technically-human]

What if I stayed here for a bit with you, instead?

[casdeans-pie]

Dean's ribs are aching.

He presses a hand against his skin, feeling the solid bones under his palm, and tries to imagine the ornate carvings running across them - remembers what the x-ray looked like. But his mind keeps getting stuck on the feeling of Cas's hand, strong and sturdy, in the center of his chest, and the pleasant burn that'd taken his breath away when he'd pressed into him.

A sensation that had been perfectly balanced on the knife-edge of pain and pleasure.

Dean lets out a shaky breath and tugs the scratchy motel sheets closer as he turns over, unable to stop being so aware of it all. A particularly loud snore from the bed next to him tells him that Sam isn't having the same problem.

It only takes another few minutes of Dean gritting his teeth and willing himself to go to sleep before he gives up with an angry sigh.

When he exits the room quietly, hoping to get some air and clear his head, he nearly walks straight into Castiel himself. "Jesus, Cas!" Dean yelps, then catches his volume, glances at the room behind him, and adds in a hissed whisper, "What are you doing here?"

Cas, for once, looks startled and a little guilty. "Hello, Dean," he says, voice rumbling quietly, "my apologies, I didn't expect anyone to leave the room until the morning."

"Yeah, that doesn't really answer my question, buddy. You were kind of loitering."

Cas shifts his weight a little in a nervous gesture that amuses Dean because it looks almost human. "I've been informed that watching over you while you sleep from your bedside is" - he squints his eyes - "creepy."

Dean can't help the huff of a laugh that escapes him. "'Cause it is."

Cas frowns. "And I can no longer sense either of you due to your sigils, so..."

(Dean presses his hand to his chest, echoes of the pleasure-pain running through his ribs.)

Cas's eyes flick down at the movement, but snap back up before Dean can put a name to the expression that passes over Cas's face. "So I have been watching over you... both of you... from outside your room instead. While I still know your current location," he adds sadly.

"Keeping tabs on us like this is still creepy Cas," Dean says, but there's no heat in it. In fact, he's surprised to realise that he really doesn't mind the idea of Cas watching over him- them.

"I can no longer sense you," Cas repeats, more upset this time.

A blue neon sign for the motel shines from above them, casting a moody blue light over Cas - catching the tips of his messy hair, and lighting up his eyes so that they're almost glowing. He's lit up in a way that reminds Dean of the Angel he really is, and it makes his ribs ache.

Dean grips the shirt over his chest in a tight fist.

Again Cas's gaze flicks down.

"What do they say?" Dean says so quietly it's nearly just a breath.

Cas must understand what Dean means, even though what he said makes no sense, because he replies, "It means you are to be kept away from all the eyes of the Angels, and none have permission to know of your location or gaze upon you." Cas reaches a hand up, suspends it in the air, and then lets it fall back to his side.

Dean feels a pulse race through his bones as he impulsively reaches for Cas's hand and places it on his chest, covering it with his own and pressing it down firmly. Warmth that feels like protection and safety rushes out from where their hands press together.

"I give you my permission," Dean says quietly, into this moment they've created, under the unnatural blue light of the motel sign, and the silent night around them.

Cas's eyes are wide and Dean feels his hand shaking. "You..." he visibly swallows and licks his lips. "You shouldn't say things like that to an Angel, Dean."

"Yeah? Well, too late. I mean it Cas. You've got my permission. And I know that means jack to symbols literally carved onto my bones, but it means you physically checking in with me if you want to know where we are - use your cellphone - and if I text you our motel room, and you're not, y’know, doing rebel Angel stuff, you can be our lookout." Dean feels silly all of a sudden and drops Cas's hand, stuffing his own into the pockets of the sweatpants he shoved on before he left the room. "And if I can't sleep, maybe we can talk outside again like tonight. Or whatever."

After a beat of pure silence the light on Cas's face from the sign seems to intensify and Dean can suddenly hear it buzzing.

The handprint on his shoulder pulses in time with the beat of his heart and the ache in his ribs.

"I would like that," Cas rumbles, a gentle smile on his lips.

Dean clears his throat and absentmindedly rubs his chest again. "Okay. Well. Good talk. I should- I should go back to bed- lots of big days coming up- world to save- goodnight, Cas." Dean doesn't want to call what he's doing running away, but he certainly does a good impression of it when he turns around and ducks back into the room.

A soft, "Goodnight, Dean," follows him inside before the door clicks shut behind him.

[wernerherzogs]

no nuance ♥️

[reallyhardy]

oh if any 2023 revival deserves a win OH it's the watermill's LOTR oh! oh! it's gotta be.

actor musos and an immersive performance in an intimate theatre it's just TOP NOTCH!

[mad-as-a-box-of-frogs]

First off, “imaginary friend” is more of a descriptive term. How you just said it? That was a little... offensive, just to be honest. 

Just My Imagination (11x08): Supernatural (2005-2020) [135/?]

[fosliie]

Old habits die hard, some don’t die at all

[xxplastic-cubexx]

commission !!!!!

Comm Info (Nov. 9th, 2024)

[usertoxicyaoi]

takara is Insane literally just for Making taishin SAY IT bc he didn't wanna push taishin into ANYTHING bc of his fear and disgust of selfishly putting his needs and wants and desires first just like his mum. and .... andddddd .... and once taishin said itttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!! takara COULD NOT hold himself back anymoreeeee.

so when taishin even REMOTELY asks about takara's desperation ... takara just INSTANTLY goes "desperate?? who?? meeeee????" like. takara takara takara takaraaaaaaa ur allowed to BE SEEN and to just go fully OFF THE WALLS and just BE YOU babe. and taishin???? would LET YOU. bc he's Just as INSANE about u tooooooo.

god. WHAT A DELICIOUS episode this was!!!!!!!

[itskeisy]

parents are parenting

[reyybenn]

Is this what it feels like to win….?

[rotthepoet]

Theo sharing you with rhe rest of the boys 🫠

OOOOOOHHH YESSS OKAY LETS GOOO

hear me out, you and Theo have been an item for years now. Like. Ride or die, youre the one he’s gonna marry, you are everything to him.

But like. After a while things can get stale in the bedroom. Not boring or bad at all, but at some point you feel like you’ve tried all the kinks and toys in the world. You need to shake things up.

So when you’re in Theo’s arms on a drunken night, watching an old movie that neither of you are paying attention to, talking absentmindedly about this and that while he plays with your hair.

“How would you feel about a threesome?”

“Are you apart of it, or watching it?”

“…either could be arranged.”

And you laugh and kiss him, holding his cheek in your hand and you can practically hear the cogs in his head turning.

“What are you thinking about, love?” You might ask, tracing his face with your singer.

“Oh nothing, Bella…” but Theo is a filthy liar.

You think it’s weird the first time Theo lets Mattheo touch you. He’d never allowed anyone to touch below your shoulders before, but Mattheo’s hands run up your waist while Theo slips down to his knees, kissing up your thighs. He eats you out while Mattheo feels up your chest, tweaking your nipples while Theo makes you gasp out his name. You cum while Mattheo’s choking you, your legs shaking around Theo’s head.

“Such a naughty girl… love being touched my other guys hm? Fuckin slut..” Mattheo groans in your ear, and you can only nod stupidly. You have no idea whats coming for you.

The next guy Theo lets touch you is Lorenzo, who fucks your thighs while Theo fingers your mouth, his other hand lazily stroking his cock, teasing you for your glazed eyes and drooling mouth. You can only huff and whine and cry for someone to fuck you, but alas, they both zip up their pants after they coat you in their cum and abscond to quidditch practice.

Blaise wraps and arm around your shoulder, lowering his voice and whispering how cute you are into your ear. Draco leaves his hand on your thigh, muttering about what a slut you are for letting the two of them feel you up while your boyfriend watches. Youre fingered at the table of the great hall, right In front of Theo, who watches you with a knowing smirk. Not so stale anymore hm?

[bigfatbreak]

collecting these like pokemon cards bc i purposefully hid nino's location. where's the boy been? what's he been up to... what's his play and how cool will it be... he was there from the start after all

[so-very-small]

a marvelous, world famous ventriloquist act; none of the audience knows that it’s a normal guy and a 4 inch tall tiny who pilots a hollowed out puppet like a mecha

[grumpyghostdoodles]

For your last art request, now draw Clover lifting everyone he knows (if you'd like!!)

Post that ask is referring to! Here you go, some deputy silliness!

[shikai-the-storyteller]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SO HE WASNT KIDDING WHEN HE SAID FEBRUARY WOULD BE BIG