#loosing my mind over here!!!

[horatio-fig]

[butteredfrogs]

excuse me sir what are you doing here?

[jadewritesficshere]

Painting

Modern!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Contains: nudes, mutual masturbation, phone sex

18+ only

Eddie flopped face down onto his mattress with a sigh. After working all day, playing at the Hideout, and then hauling all of the bands' equipment, he was wiped. He wanted nothing more then to smoke and go to sleep. His phone pinged with a notification. A contact under the name "Loser" had messaged him, causing a split second of confusion before a lazy grin spread across his face when he realized it was you (he had forgotten he changed it when high). You had been unable to come see Corroded Coffin play tonight as you had made previous plans.

Loser: How did it go?? Good?? Bad??

Loser: Was that one chick who wants to be a groupie there??

Eddie: went ok. Y u jealous?

Loser: just curious lol

Eddie: sure. Wbu?

Loser: Good! Robin and Nancy came. We had a nice dinner. We did paintings! Robin's looks better then mine. Mine looks like shit 😔 now just taking a bath and relaxing.

Eddie: show me?

Loser: lol no???

Eddie: y not? I'm sure it good

Loser: you sure?

Eddie: yes

Loser: fine

Eddie doubted your painting looked bad. You always tore yourself down, even when you did amazing things. He always wanted to throttle you, but knew he would be a hypocrite if he did. Eddie rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. He would convince you one day that you were awesome, but until then he would just have to keep reminding you. His phone dinged with a new message from you. He opened it and saw a picture attached and-

Immediately dropped his phone. His heart picked up speed. His eyes widened and face flushed. Eddie dove for the phone as if it were a life preserver and he was drowning. He couldn't believe his eyes. He licked his lips and stared at his phone.

A picture from your neck down. Bubbles in the bath around you. Water was running down your collarbone towards your tits. Your nipples barely covered by the bubbles. One boob having no bubbles around it at all, but your hand flipping him off blocked him from seeing more. He was greedy. He wanted to see more, and had never imagined you would send him this to begin with. Eddie looked down at the tent that had formed in his boxers.

Loser: ask nicely next time 😤

Eddie groaned and his dick twitched. You had totally misunderstood him, he had wanted to see your painting- of course he was more then glad for this outcome. However, he couldn't quite unsee what you had sent, nor would he want to. Eddie reread your text. Next time means more than just this once. Means maybe he could see more. Means maybe he has a better shot with you then he thought. He already overthought things with you many times, and now his brain had just switched to overdrive.

A million thoughts ran through his head as his hand traveled south. He paused briefly," Oh fuck it." He grabbed his dick over his boxers, causing the outline to be very noticeable. He took a pic before sending it to you. He would have felt bad about not sending a message with it, but he would have sat there for ages trying to think of a response. And he couldn't find it in himself to care as he pressed lightly against his dick.

He dropped his phone on his stomach. All Eddie could think about was you as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. Your soap covered tits. How beautiful they looked.. He licked his hand before slowly grasping his dick and squeezing the base, causing the tip to flush more. The pressure causing him to moan. He slowly stroked up and down his length. He picked up the pace, canting his hips up to meet his hand. Part of him wanted to go slow, but the rest of him wanted to get this over with quick so he could do it again and again and again. His chest heaved and sweat started to form on his brow. A sigh fell from his lips that quickly turned to a moan at the thought of it being your hand wrapped around him. How small your hand would look on his dick. How-

His stomach tensed and he jolted as his phone started vibrating and your ringtone played. The vibrations on his lower stomach felt so good, he was tempted to let it keep playing, but the urge to hear your voice was stronger. With his free hand he grabbed the phone and answered. "H-hello?" Eddie asked, panting into the phone. "Oh fuck, Eddie," your voice higher than normal sounded like music to his ears. Eddie moaned and your response was a whimper. "Fuck babe, see what you do to me?" Eddie's voice felt like sandpaper, he was surprised he could even find words. "Uh-huh." The sound of water splashing caught Eddie's attention," holy shit. Are you touching yourself?" "Wish it were you."

Eddie's mind went fuzzy as he picked up speed. The schlick noise picking up, his mind filtering out everything except your moans. "Sound so good. Wish I was there." Eddie mumbled, feeling his tip leaking generously. He was so close. "Fuuuck Eddie I'm gonna-" your sentence was cut off with a moan and he lost it. His hips bucked without rhythm and cum spurted everywhere. He never understood the phrase of people seeing stars behind their eyes until now, but they were more like fireworks. He had never cum this much in his life, not even when he had first found porn.

He slowly came back down, a euphoric feeling enveloping him. A warmth spread in his chest as it heaved, trying to catch a breath. He looked down and saw his shirt covered with his release. Your chuckle pulled him back to earth. "Uh so that happened...so whatcha gonna do about it Munson?" He hummed," Think i should ask you for a date." "You should."

Eddie had the biggest grin when you finally got off the phone, date planned for Friday night. He looked down at your contact name before changing the s to a v. He was going to find that painting you did and make sure it hung over his bed, so he could remember this night forever.

[lil-beanz000]

Farmer Boiz 😎🤌

[hopewasadangerusdisquietingthing]

I need everyone to know that right now I'm thinking of nothing else other than Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten as Achilles and Patroclus....more specifically the event that Neil never makes it back from Baltimore and what becomes of Andrew after that.....anyway I hope yall enjoy the torture my brain comes up with xoxo

[ananke-xiii]

Okay, I think I can finally share this now.

In my version of "Moriah" Chuck orders Jack to kill Castiel with the promise of bringing things back to how they were before all the mess they're in now, Mary included. Jack starts panicking and crying and is clearly being played but he's in no state to rationalize things so he starts blurting out all kinds of stuff and eventually resolves to actually do it. Sam and Dean are forced to watch by Chuck and are totally incapacitated just like us, hypothetical viewers, are made to watch Jack's tragedy as it unfolds.

But Castiel is okay with that and actually plans to do the deed himself in order to avoid at least this one pain in Jack's life so he comes close to Jack and holds his face in one hand while the other is ready for the blade. He needs to tell him one last thing before the end. They're both crying but somehow Cas find the courage to recite a different type of blessing over the children, one that of course doesn't involve God and it goes something like this:

Jack, don't cry. It's okay, it's okay.

I need to tell you something, Jack and I need you to listen carefully, okay? Okay, good.

Being elected as your father has been the greatest joy and honor of my life. Hey, it's okay, shhh, it's okay, listen to me.

It was a joy so great that I got scared, Jack. I'm sorry Jack but I got so scared. I didn't know it then but it was this gnawing fear of losing it all, of losing you, that made me make... many mistakes. It was this fear that prevented me from understanding who you really are, from seeing the truth. So here it is.

Jack, you were, are and always will be such a luminous, beautiful and important presence in this world. Ah, as a matter of fact, in any world. Because you're... you. And you are... amazing.

No, no, no listen to me now, please, shhh, it's okay: You have to know that whatever happens in your life, I will be there for you. No matter what, I will be by your side. If things will go wrong, I'll be there to give you my energy. If things will go right, I'll also be there to give you even more energy.

You must never forget that you're loved, Jack. Oh, look at you: my son...my son... I love you. So much.

Cas, in an instant, is ready with his angel blade but it's in this moment that the Shadow erupts into the world to take Castiel away: no reasoning, no strategic plan, nothing. The moment of happiness is the moment of unconditional love.

Chuck's frantic because this "unconditional love" thing wasn't in his script and yells that it was not supposed to happen this way, that he gave them the possibility to access everything they ever wanted, the price was just one self-loathing, doomed-anyway angel but it still wasn't enough for them, was it?

It's also the moment where Sam, briefly freed from Chuck's powers, gets his lucidity back and decides to pull the trigger on Chuck (and himself). In the background, Jack's screaming and crying so much that the mere force of his screams is enough to resurrect the whole cemetery but Cas is not coming back to him.

Chuck is wounded by Sam (who's also hurting in return) and is forced to flee. Dean is also wounded beyond repair and is like turned to stone and almost can't breathe because he's living, again, one of the worst moments of his life as we go back to a distorted, more messed-up version of s12 finale and to the beginning of Jack's tragic story.

Jack is spiralling and he's out of control and out of himself as he starts opening woundsrifts after rifts through dimensions and worlds looking for Chuck, looking for the Empty, looking for whatever comes first at this point because he's moved by the dangerous, unpredictable and explosive bomb that is revenge spurred by love. Until Billie finds him.

[pixeldinostorytelling]

It is done! Drew my 5 for the first time, awesome background by @crownleys (everyone draw your runners on it, it’s so good)

I’m still very much a beginner (and not about to get in the habit of posting all my art) but there should be more runners five on this internet. I’m just doing my part.

Rambling about little details in the tags…

Stay safe out there!

EDIT: I hadn't actually started season 6 yet, but I have finished 5. So please no spoilers <3

[lemoncholy-stars]

at this point jon and muna should just come by my house and choke me to death

[the-blackdale]

Leave it to me to realise, 3 months after season 2 dropped, that Aziraphale didn't tell his name to Crowley in Eden BECAUSE CROWLEY ALREADY KNEW IT FROM BEFORE THE BEGINNING !!!

[sneakertin]

still thinking about how half a year ago i saw these pictures from the original production of 'the pillowman' starring dt and got curious. so i read the play. and it turned out to be the best piece of literature i have ever read in my entire life. and ever since then i've been obsessed with this story and these characters but literally no one knows about this play so it's just me. sitting here. in my little puddle of dirt....

[twinksintrees]

kunichuu 'adopting' akutagawa and helping him heal and grow past dazai and just being the caring and supportive mentors he needs

[qroier]

i'm loosing my entire mind over here guys still on the hozier posting but "as it was" being cellbit cubito returning from purgatory........... i have not known peace since I learned "as it was" is a sibling song to "it will come back" which I've already said is such a roier cubito song 😭 it will come back being a warning as it was being a plea. guys. help

[liamnottherose]

Listen, I may forget every single detail of every media I consume, HOWEVER, I JUST SPENT 4 HOURS STRAIGHT (I'm not kidding) MAKING A MAP OF HOW A PUZZLE IN SALLY FACE COULD BE PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE.

It's just a kind of maze but in first person. You have to go into some arches in the correct order to get to the final room. Did the creator create a physical map of this maze? I DON'T THINK SO, BECAUSE THE ARCHES DON'T MAKE FUCKING SENSE.

BUT AFTER FOUR FRICKING HOURS I HAVE MANAGED TO CREATE A POSSIBLE SOLUTION, maybe not a solution an architect would have chosen to do from scratch, BUT A PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE SOLUTION.

AND I PLAN TO, SOME DAY, MAKE THIS IN 3D TO SEE IF I'M FUCKING RIGHT OR JUST REALLY REALLY TIRED AFTER SQUEEZING MY BRAIN FOR 4 FUCKING HOURS TO DO THIS SHIT.

[shalomniscient]

@ the person who sent in the abo acheron thirst, while i do appreciate it, what i would appreciate more is if you put your age in your bio so i know i'm not about to talk about the nastiest smut content with a minor lol

[givemeabreakimbig28]

One thousand five hundred seventy-three days.

ONE THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-THREE DAYS

[beeribas]

Just saw the popular vote results... yeah, no more playing nice. I need Kamala Harris to beat the shit out of Donald Trump like Wendy did to Cartman in that one South Park episode.