#not even left my bed yet

[squidsinashirt]

World’s youngest, most talented astronaut and you’re asking him about us 💀

Why don’t you ask him about 3’s retroburners unless you’re too stupid

hey alan. If u were going to pick some sisters in law, who would u choose for ur brothers?

@squidsinashirt is this what you meant by weird anons

Uuhhhhhhh? I don't care that much about their love lives to be honest. I mean, Gordon has this really obvious thing for Lady P, but other than that... John's in space all the time so like, when would he meet people anyway? and Scott and Virgil are so busy anyway, I'm not sure they have time for anyone but their ships.

[tired-fandom-ndn]

getting an email about a fic update at 1:30 am and knowing that I have to be up in 5 hours to get ready for work so I should just go to bed even though I've been waiting on the edge of my seat for a new chapter for ages

[robinsnest2111]

sleep deprived, battling a nasty headache and feeling unreal

do I goth it up anyway? or will the bat's nest hair and make up make my life harder?

[thatlittledandere]

Alright, you definitely should have listened to the village elders this time. Wandering too deep into the forest was a bad idea. They could have been more specific about what “too deep” meant though.

All you wanted to do was see if there were any valuable herbs in the area. You had heard rumors that if you went slightly beyond the usual reach of the villagers, a little to the west, you would find ingredients for most potential of healing potions. You didn’t think heeding the advice would cost you much; it was supposed to be only a little further, right? But which way was west again…

Before you knew it, you had gotten lost. Of course, forests always looked somewhat the same, but after 20 years of living in the same village, you came to recognize the areas you had always played, worked, and relaxed in. A tree that bent a little to the left; that boulder that looked like a fist without a thumb; the lightning-struck tree trunk, too heavy to be moved, blocking what used to be a path. You knew when you were near your home by the atmosphere alone.

And now you recognized nothing you saw.

It wasn’t dark yet - wouldn’t be for a long time - but you were still getting the shivers of being outside at night. This part of the forest was creepy. You didn’t know how else to describe it - threatening? It felt like something was out to get you. Or for that matter, anyone foolish enough to disturb the peace of whatever dwelled inside.

You stopped. Turned to look back — had you seen wrong? You must have — and turned back ahead. There was... It was like there was a line drawn on the ground. A border.

You looked to your right, then left. No, it really was… as strange as it seemed, it was clearly a huge circle. You were standing just outside it.

And everything inside was dead.

The grass was sickly, pale yellow, almost white, like after a scorching hot summer with too little rain. Trees gray and bare, bark flaking, crispy leaves lying sadly on the ground. Thousands of insect carcasses everywhere, a couple of dead birds and — oh no — a lone rabbit. All completely lifeless. How could this be?

You took a step back. Was this maybe… The work of magic? A fiendish warlock wielding dark sorcery?

You didn’t know much about magic; there weren’t many capable of using it in your tiny village, and the mages you knew were neither malicious nor the tiniest bit adventurous with it. But it was the only explanation you could come up with. Nature couldn’t do this on its own.

You felt a rush of excitement at the thought. Magic had always fascinated you. With nobody around to teach the craft, you had abandoned the idea of pursuing it years ago, but… It was exhilarating seeing its impact. Foul as this magic was, it drew you in - and if nothing inside was alive, it couldn’t do you any harm either. You had come so far; why not investigate a little?

You had barely taken two steps on the lifeless grass when you heard a soft voice plead: “Don’t come closer.”

You froze. Had there been a person around? Was it a bandit? Or, wait, maybe they could help you find your way home-

“Please get away from me,” asked the stranger again, even more desperate this time. Their voice was getting raspier, breaking towards the end of the sentence. Whoever it was must have been either sick or grievously injured. Perhaps you would have to help them more than they could help you.

You squinted your eyes, and finally caught a glimpse of a figure behind two trees.

He looked around your age. But not in such good health, as you had suspected. He was holding onto the tree, hunching, and the distance between you wasn't enough to hide the tremble of his hands or the hollowness in his eyes.

"Please, " he repeated, each word weaker yet more fearful than the last. "I can only bring misery. You must leave while you still can!"

His fear was contagious. You couldn't fight the shiver running along your spine nor the cold sweat erching your brow. It was like even the Sun knew better than to approach this self-proclaimed harbinger.

But you had always been too curious for your own good, much to your mother's chagrin. Weren't you an apprentice in the art of medicine? Wasn't this stranger in clear need of help? You couldn't just leave him alone to rot in his miserable circle of decay.

You forced a smile - sort of - and took a step closer. The stranger grabbed his face, screamed, and collapsed on his knees. You saw white and felt a strong gust of wind knock you off your feet.

And then there was nothing.

[theloveinc]

wow what if i watched some bnha........................ that would be so crazy

[giddlygoat]

my brother can make me laugh without moving at all. he can make me laugh on command, just by existing, and there is no physical tell or indication that it is about to happen. it’s like he can will me to laugh and i will. of course we’re not telepathic, but we do speak in unison sometimes. we improvise like no one’s business. we could fool anyone into believing we are psychically linked. when i try to explain it, i sound silly saying it out loud, but i really CAN tell what he’s thinking. we exchange so much information just with a look. he can make me cry laughing and he doesn’t even have to move

[empressofthelibrary]

Well, today was absolutely rotten, but food does make me feel less like exploding from the stress and disappointment. I'm never gonna not be mad that self-maintenance actually, y'know, works.

But I can be mad and grateful at the same time. I'm complicated like that.

[jkvjimin]

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[noxemma]

Chapter 4 for my Hot Summer Art challenge fic

Posting twice today since the last chapter was short (and I'm way too excited to wait). Excerpt for this one is from later in the chapter because one bed trope 😂

Tags, Rating, Word Count, AO3 link, etc. at the bottom

Beside Your Side

Fic Summary: Dean convinces Sam to look into a potential case where people are going missing from a New Jersey beach town. Of course, they have to bring Cas and Eileen along, just in case it's not a monster. Dean is excited to get the case over quickly and enjoy a well-earned vacation with the people he loves the most. Nothing ever seems to go the way Dean plans it though, and this case is no exception.

Chapter 4: Shelter in the Storm

Cas

He doesn’t linger in the shower, even though the hot water feels amazing on his skin now that he can no longer warm it with just a thought. He’s too worried about letting Dean out of his sight.

That’s not exactly true, Cas corrects himself as he finishes rinsing and steps out to dry himself, I want to be close to Dean, to comfort him as much as he'll let me. It's absolutely not because I want to hold his hand again.

After dressing he scoops up both Dean and his wet clothes and tosses them into the washing machine in the next room.

“I should probably get our other clothes if I’m going to run this,” Cas mutters to himself, barely attempting to cover up his ulterior motive for entering the bedroom where he’s sure Dean is already passed out.

He hasn't gotten to indulge in the guilty pleasure since he became human, but he could spend years happily watching over Dean as he sleeps. He knows he'll never lose his fascination with the way the worried crease of the hunter's brow finally eases or how his mouth will fall open if he’s particularly exhausted or how soothing the repetition of his slow breaths can be.

Just a quick look while I grab the laundry, just to make sure he’s resting, Cas rationalizes to no one.

He eases the door open slowly, just wide enough for him to slip in. The room is nearly black with the curtains drawn and the sky outside darkened with clouds and Cas has to feel his way on the floor for the dirty clothes pile they’d started yesterday. When he thinks he’s grabbed everything he moves back toward the door.

“Cas, whaddya doin’ crawlin' on th' ground?” Dean asks, his sleep-slurred voice deep and husky.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I was going to wash our wet clothes and thought I’d grab these too.”

Dean rises up on one elbow, squinting at him in what Cas can tell is annoyance even in the low light. He knows he should make his escape, should leave Dean to sleep, but Dean licks his lips and the motion of his tongue roots Cas to the spot.

“Forget the clothes, just come to bed,” Dean barks, patting the space next to him. “I know ya don’ think’re tired, or ya think ya need less sleep ‘cause you’re a big bad angel 'n' all that, but you don’t. You need sleep too, ‘kay.” 

He wants me to sleep with him, Cas’ breath catches in his throat at the connotation of the thought, but he quickly amends the thought. No. He wants you to sleep next to him.

Cas knows he should try to resist more, shouldn’t take advantage of how Dean seeks physical comfort when he’s tired like this, but he doesn’t want to. What he wants is to climb under the covers and lay next to Dean, to let the man he cares about take whatever comfort he needs to find peace, if only for the next few hours.

“Okay, Dean.” Cas abandons the pile of clothes near the door and makes his way toward the bed, only stopping as he hesitates to actually get in. “Are you sure you don’t-”

“Get in the damn bed, Cas.” Dean barks, sounding a bit more alert.

Cas doesn’t need any more convincing, climbing under the covers and resting his head lightly on the pillow, making sure to stay as close to the edge as he can so he doesn’t accidentally touch Dean. Dean twists his head over his shoulder to make sure Cas has obeyed him, grunts in approval, then sinks back into his position facing the wall.

Cas follows Dean’s example, turning onto his side and facing away from him and toward the door. Despite Dean’s insistence that he needs it, Cas doesn’t think he’ll be able to sleep, not when his body is hyperaware of every small movement Dean makes behind him.

I’ll stay until I’m sure Dean won’t wake, then I’ll slip out with the laundry.

The rain continuing to fall, the soft pillow beneath his head, and the gentle rhythm of Dean’s breathing have a different plan and soon his limbs and lids grow heavy and he succumbs to a dreamless sleep.

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Cas blinks awake sometime later when the door opens. He winces against the band of light that arcs over him and instinctively tilts his shoulder up to block it from disturbing the man next to him.

Somehow, Dean and Cas both turned in their sleep, Cas now facing the ceiling and Dean curled up against him. One of Dean’s hands is tucked underneath him, and the other is flung over Cas’ waist.  Dean uses his chest as a pillow, sending warm puffs of air into his shirt. Cas has one hand draped down the curve of Dean’s spine and the other holds his shoulder, holding Dean as close as possible.

He remains where he is despite the intrusion, not wanting to wake Dean or move from the comfort of their current position. The smell of Chinese takeout and apple pie drifts in, causing his stomach to grumble in reminder of the meals Cas has missed, but Cas ignores it. Dean waking and pushing him away is the only thing that could force him to relinquish this grip right now.

As his eyes adjust in the darkness, he can make out the vague shape of Eileen’s head peering into the room. They make eye contact. Eileen tilts her head in question and Cas bashfully shakes his head no.

More time. Please, just give me a little more time to hold him like this. The way I've longed to.

Eileen gives an understanding smile, nodding before quickly pulling the door closed again at the sound of footsteps behind her.

“They’re still sleeping. Let’s throw it in the fridge and they can reheat it whenever they wake up.” Cas hears Eileen’s muffled voice tell Sam, fading into the background as they move away from the door.

“Thank God. I was not ready to get up yet,” Dean grumbles into Cas’ chest. “Hey! Not too tight, buddy.”

Cas lets go of the death grip he’d initiated at the shock of finding out the man in his embrace had been awake the entire time. He slowly tries to start retracting his arms, but Dean makes an angry noise of protest and nuzzles sleepily into the space below his jaw, stopping his retreat and possibly his heart.

Like what you read? You can find the whole fic here on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 4/? (hopefully 9 😂)

Chapter Word Count: ~5,500

Tags: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Case Fic, Established Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Beach Case, Cannon when convenient, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Past Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (Dean and background characters), Non-Consensual Touching (Not between Dean and Cas), Hurt/Comfort, I promise it's not as dark as it sounds, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, clueless Sam Winchester, Chick-Flick Moments, Cannon typical misunderstandings, Angst?, One day I'll learn how to tag, WIP, JackieDeeArt's Hot Summer Art 2024 (Supernatural), Hot Summer Art, Greek Mythology if you Squint, No Beta, Everyone is bad with words, Except Eileen who is the only emotionally stable person for miles, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Angel Grace Dysfunction, Poor Coping Mechanisms, There was only one bed

[darthbecky726]

I think I'm falling in love

[walking-loather]

Oh great. We're at the embarrassing have dreams about your ex stage.

[akai-anna]

to everyone who has participated (and especially reblogged with tags) in my DetCo song polls: it is so such a pleasure to come home to y'all enjoying (AKA making hard decisions) these

thank you for blessing my day after work, y'all the best💕

[caktusjuice-draws]

fuuuck hungover a bit FUUUUCK

IM NOT GONNA FUNCTION AT THE FAMILY FUNCTION

whyyyyyyyyyy

[steviescrystals]

i seriously need to get a new job and start making money again asap bc i cannot keep living at home much longer it’s driving me insane

(wrote an entire essay in the tags without meaning to oops)

[angelofblackblood]

I’m so tired.

[just-a-queer-fanboy]

OK SO DO I HAVE TO BE IN 11TH GRADE TO BE IN AP CLASSES OR CAN I TAKE THEM NOW. ANSWER ME STUDENT HANDBOOK