#or supernatural the album

[babybabymerrychristmas]

do you understand how much of a chokehold on society you would need to have to inspire a pop punk band to use your thematic cores as the inspiration behind their ALBUM????? like to actively structure an album around your metaphors and jokes?????????

[sastielsmanuscript-draft]

dont bother him, he's listening to casual

[tothewheel]

yes i know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

my pop girl castiel edit mwah

[dailyweezer]

Happy 10th anniversary

[idontmindifuforgetme]

THE BOY IS MINE I CAN’T WAIT TO TRY HIM LE-LET’S GET INTERTWINED THE STARS THEY ALIGNED THE BOY IS MINE WATCH ME TAKE MY TIME I CAN’T BELIEVE MY MIND THE BOY IS DIVINE BOY IS MINE

[someforeignband]

in the spirit of the spotify wrapped season, i have to speak my truth.

no meme for rowena bc she’s perfect idc

(anyway rest in peace fuckos sorry you didn’t get to experience the PEAK of The Pop Girlie,,, 2024)

[seenthisepisode]

“but I've seen this episode and still loved the show” so true taylor

[takeyourprecioustime]

“I fall under without you”|| supernatural (2005-2020)/“with you in spirit” by balance and composure (2024)

[justaweirdspecimen]

IT IS A PHENOMENAL ALBUM. REALLY AMAZING. THE COHESIVENESS AND CONSISTENCY. THE MESSAGE. THE LYRIC WAS WRITTEN WITH GUSTO. ITS AN AMAZING ALBUM.

[deancasforcutie]

Representation for the stim every Classic Rock Neurodivergent has <3

[tortured-poet-of-thursday]

castiel “family that i chose now that i see your brother as my brother” and dean “is it enough if i can never give you peace?” winchester

[cuepickle]

Am I going insane or did this guy use a picture of Jensen Ackles for the cover of his explicit gay cowboy album

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔭

[rapidhighway]

this is such a Cas song to me you do not understandddd (bad intentions - digital daggers)

[fandomtherapy44]

Dean x reader So American One-shot

Summary: A vague plot based off this incredible song and my love for Dean Winchester

Paring: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 2,011

Song: So American-Oliva Rodrigo

Divider

saradika

Drivin' on the right-side road

He says I'm pretty wearin' his clothes

And he's got hands that make Hell seem cold

Feet on the dashboard, he's like a poem I wish I wrote

I wish I wrote

Dean Winchester the guy that stole my heart and shattered my heart in the span of three months. It was my last year of high school. In the last stretch I was the top of my class. Going to Harvard, I never went out of line, always on time for curfew. My parents expected me to be perfect. So I never went out with friends or party’s I was asked out but the answer was always no. My whole goal was to get there and to continue to be perfect but then I met him.

It was the last three months of school. A normal school day with me focused on my work and my teacher announcing that we were getting a new student. All of my classmates were talking about who would join a school in the last three months. Then everyone went quiet when he walked in I wondered why so l looked up and it was the most handsome guy I had ever seen. “Uh hey my name is Dean Winchester and I'm looking forward to all the party’s for the end of senior year!” He fist bumped the air and everyone whopped and clapped in agreement but me. “Dean, why don’t you take a seat next to Y/n.” Damnit. He walks over to me with an egoist bob of his head. “Hey I’m Dean.” He held out his hand with a smirk. “I know.” “Well miss Knowitall what’s your name.” “Look dude can you leave me alone and focus on your work.” “Gesse I was just trying to be friendly.” 

Couple weeks had passed and Dean did not stop try to talk to me which got really annoying. “Hey Y/n you going to the football party this weekend?” “No” “Why?” “Because Dean I have to work on the Graduation speech.”  “Ooh you're the valedictorian smart and pretty.” I was a little too flabbergasted to respond so I just kept working as I always did.

The bell rang and I got up quickly to not have to look at Dean but my teacher had other plans. “Y/n just one minute You too Dean.” Why me!? “Yes Mr.Baker” Dean and I were now at the front. “Dean these last few weeks your grades have not been the greatest.” “Mr. Baker, what's the big deal? It's almost the end of the year.” “That’s exactly the problem Mr.Winchester if you do not pass the next test you won’t graduate.” Damn that sucks but why am I here. “Seriously!?” “Yes Seriously but I think a tutor would really help you.” Oh no no no. “That’s why I have Miss L/n here.” NO “If she is willing to take you on I think you can pass she’s top of the class.” Both of them look at me in questioning. I looked at Dean’s face and for some reason I did something I never thought I would I said yes.

That was over ten years ago I went to college and continued to be perfect but I never forgot that Damn handsome Dean Winchester. I got my dream job at the top too. I never really dated after Dean. I couldn't, I couldn't give my heart again. 

And he says I'm so American

Oh God, I'm gonna marry him

If he keeps this shit up

I might just be in lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-lo-lo-lo

“Thank you for doing this.” We were at the coffee shop early in the morning before school. “Yeah sure but you have to be committed, that means no party’s no girls…” “Hey I am going to be Mr.School I might even go above you.” “Okay Mr.school when you get more than a c then we'll talk.” I tapped his book. “Damn ok so Miss scholar has jokes.” He gave me his smile and that was the first time that my heart quicked a little bit. 

I was getting drinks with friends. The music was loud and lights blinding but I could still see him through all of that. I was sure it was him even though we were both eighteen when we last saw each other. That golden brown hair the green in his eyes looked like the sun mixed together with the tops of pine trees. The freckles dusted over his face like glitter. It didn’t matter if it had been ten years since I had seen him, I memorized every detail of him. He was chatting up some beautiful blonde woman and it was like I was back in highschool before he and I got together. 

I gave my friends an excuse that I had to work early the next morning and got up at a quick pace and shuffled my bag over my arm and I practically ran to the exit. When I entered the dance floor there were so many people that I couldn't see my footing and I tripped over my own foot. But luckily someone caught me. 

I was pacing back and forth in the hallway sweat running down my forehead looking at the clock every minute. The door opened very slowly and Dean walked out with head hung low. “Oh Dean, maybe I can talk to the teacher for you and you can retake it.” He holds up his head and brings a smile on his face. “No need cause I passed!” I paused for a second and I hit his shoulder. “Dean Wincheseter! Don’t you ever do that again!” He was laughing at my fake hits now. “OKAY okay I won’t teach now let’s go celebrate me gradienting highschool.”

I start to follow him and then think about how it’s almost eight. “Wait Dean, it's almost eight and I have curfew.” “Come on Y/n this is a big accomplishment on both of us. And you deserve it more than any of us.” He was right, I had worked my ass off. I deserve this. “Okay well if I'm going to break a rule then we are going to do it right.” “Great what’d you have in mind?”

We were on this cliff that overlooked the city that I found when I was a freshman and that was probably the last time that I was here. I looked over to Dean biting into his burger and the juice dripping down his lips and I couldn't stop thinking about… “Y/n y/n?” Dean was waving his hand in front of me. “Huh sorry.” “So how does it feel to break a rule miss perfect?” I sipped my drink to really think about his question.

“I haven't been here in years because I wanted to put my all in school work so my parents could know that their sacrifices meant something. I haven't had a damn burger in so long so I could only eat “brain food” my parents would say. I haven't breathed in the night cold air in the fear that I would get a cold. So to answer your question Dean it feels fucking amazing.” I grabbed my burger and took a huge bite. Dean looked a little shocked at that but happy too.

“Well it looks like we both taught something to each other. I’m glad I can leave you like this.” “Leave? You're leaving?” “Yeah my brother and I only went to school here while our Dad was doing … work.” “So this is kind of also a send off for me and I couldn't imagine spending it with anyone else. I just wanted to thank you for helping me.” “It was nothing really.” “No Y/n you are the first person who’s looked at me and saw more.” “Well you saw more then miss perfect.” “As I said before smart and beautiful.” At this point we had gotten closer on top of the old chevy impala and he leaned in and kissed me.

I apologize if it's a little too much, just a little too soon

But if the conversation ever were to come up

I don't wanna assume this stuff

But ain't it wrong?

I think I'm in love

I looked up and it was a very tall handsome man with shaggy brown hair. If a moose had a human from this would be him. “Are you okay?” I stopped to shake my head. “Yeah I’m fine thank you.” “Here, why don’t you sit down.” He brought me over to the bar. “Hey can I please get some water for…?” He looked at me for my name. “Y/n.” “Here you go.” “Thanks.” “No problem.” I glugged down my water. “Oh I didn't even get your name.” “It’s-” “Sam!” A voice called out from behind him. I looked up and nearly choked it.was.DEAN. I got up quickly and spilled the water all over me but that didn't matter. “Ah thank you but I got to go!” I got up and ran out. Dean came up to Sam. “Who was that huh Sammy?” Dean raised his eyebrows up and down. “No, just some girl needed help.” “What was her name?” “Y/n” “Y/n? Huh”

It was the next morning and the whole night my head was filled with sweet fluffy dreams of him and that's how I knew I woke up because it's not reality. I went to my regular coffee shop. It was the same one from those years ago. I turned with my drink in my hand and I collided with a hard chest. “AHH Im so sorry.” I grabbed napkins and started to wipe and I looked up and it was the man I had been trying to avoid. “Y/n?” “Dean Hi” I wanted the earth to swallow me. “How are you doing?’” “Good look Dean I got to-” “Go work of course well if you want to catch up I'll be in our spot tonight.” Dean walks out. And I'm left to wonder what to do.

I drove to the spot it was still abandoned as the last time we left it and just as breathtaking. I got out of my car and I saw that old chevy Impala and Dean standing there. I breath in deeply to prepare myself. “Hey.” “Hi.” “So how’s life?” He asked me. “Uh good you?” “I wish I had the same answer.” He leaned against the Impala. “That bad huh.” “You have no Idea.” “And I'm guessing you went through college being the badass you are.” He always made me laugh. “Badass I don’t know about that but yeah college you?” “Yeah, college was never really for me. I went into my dad’s business.” “Well, whatever makes you happy, but college is missing out on one of the smartest people I've ever met.” He laughs.

“Wow, that coming from miss.Scholar is huge.” “Oh, shut up.” I pushed on his shoulder. “Look I'm really sorry how we left things.” “It's okay Dean you to go.” “No, it's not I regret it every day.” “We were kids we couldn't control our situation.” “Still.” “Well, were adults now so how do you feel now after seeing each other again.” I said standing closer to him like all those years ago. “I feel like I should have held the girl tighter who changed my life closer.” “And I feel like I should have held the boy closer.” At this point we were right up against each other. And I did something I thought I never would do again. I kissed him. 

And he laughs at all my jokes

And he says I'm so American

Oh God, it's just not fair of him

To make me feel this much

I'd go anywhere he goes

And he says I'm so American

Oh God, I'm gonna marry him

If he keeps this shit up

I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love

[alexihollis]

Howling at the Moon: A Warriors Werewolf AU

pt. 2

"You're mates." Cleon's words felt like taking a silver bullet to the leg. Deadly, but not immediately. Left you breathing long enough to think, maybe, maybe there was time, maybe it wasn't pure, maybe if you could fish it out in time, before you saw the sickly purple veins creeping up towards your heart to end it all.

Maybe Ajax was right, Rembrandt needed some lighter reading material.

Rembrandt picked at the wooden top of the kitchen table. She would miss the table, she decided. She would miss most everything about the Warriors house. As far as packs went...they would never find another even close to the Warriors. Which sucked so Rembrandt was trying to ignore that part of it.

"We are." Ajax kept her voice level and firm. As if stating a simple fact.

As if this hadn't been what got them chased out of their previous two packs. As if this wouldn't cost them their third.

"How long?" Cleon asked.

Ajax hesitated. Rembrandt stared at the table.

"How long?" Cleon repeated.

"Three years," Rembrandt said.

Cleon let out a long breath. "That's- Damn. Damn, that would've made you, what, sixteen?"

"I was seventeen, Rem was sixteen," Ajax said.

They didn't know what they were doing, Rembrandt wanted to add. No one had explained how it worked, no one said it was possible between two women. Before, Ajax had said the sweetest words about not needing to ever be mated, for her whole life, not as long as she had Rembrandt and that had been enough.

Turned out mating worked just fine between two women. They had been kicked out of their birth pack before sunset the next day.

Rembrandt did not say that, though. Did not want to try and give Cleon excuses, beg Cleon tostay. It did not matter how nice of a pack house, how amazing the pack mates, Rembrandt refused to beg anyone to stay and she was done letting people believe her mating was a mistake.

Winter was coming, though, and she was not looking forward to having to sleep rough through it.

"Fucking babies," Cleon said, rubbing at her brow. "All right. Okay, so, you are actually going to switch bedrooms with Cowgirl, give you a bit more privacy. Uh- Oh, shit, I'm- Huh, I've never had a mated pair in my pack...Should I be sending you on patrols together? I- Rembrandt do you want to do patrols?"

"Absolutely not," Ajax said immediately. "No. Not in a thousand years."

Okay. Rembrandt was a bit offended at that. Her wolf wasn't huge, like Ajax's was, but she could fight.

...

She could scrap.

...

She could run really fast and get home to get reinforcements. Okay, yeah, no, Rembrandt should not be put on a patrol duty.

"Yeah. Yeah, that makes- Wait. Hm. Okay. We're doing it based on wolf type like we did before and keep it the same, I'm being dumb. All right. Uh, just to be sure, there's not a chance of pups...right? Not that I'm against them, but our finances are not-"

"Nope!" Rembrandt felt her face start burning as her brain tried to catch up with what the fuck was happening right now. "Still two women, Cleon."

"Do you know how much shit Cowgirl would give me? I have been on her ass for years, I am simply making sure, because, clearly, you two are much sneakier than I thought you were," Cleon said. "Which, I get, makes sense, makes your pack history make a lot more sense, though, fuck them, um, still, just making sure we are all on the same page now. Are we all on the same page now?"

"Yes, ma'am," Ajax said. Rembrandt nodded.

"Awesome. All right. To get you two caught up, Swan? Also gay. Has a mate...it's a bit complicated right now, but that is a thing, just so you know that we are actually chill and aren't going randomly hate crime you. Because Swan did think that was going to happen, for, like, a year, apparently. And I really would love my pack members to, one day, all feel actually safe in our house. Would be great."

Rembrandt's brow furrowed. "Wait. How is it complicated?"

Cleon sighed, heavily. "...the girl is from a hunter family and is currently running with a massive group of their teenagers on their coming-of-age hunt."

The words hit Rembrandt straight in the heart. Swan's sad eyes, her reservedness...it made more sense, now.

"The fuck?" Ajax's eyebrows tried to meld into her hairline.

"Yeah, uh- neither knew about the other. Mercy kind of accidentally triggered the mating, didn't realize what she did, then took Swan home. To tell her all about the supernatural. Swan snuck out in the middle of the night and that was when we moved here," Cleon smiled, but it was a sad thing.

"So we're being actively hunted and you've never mentioned this?" Ajax asked.

"It wasn't active. We didn't think it was active, at least, until tonight, which was why Cowgirl barged into your room so...suddenly." Yeah. Rembrandt was going to bleach that memory from her brain.

Fantastic, though. Being hunted. Rembrandt loved that.

"There's a couple other young packs scattered through these woods," Cleon said. "Cyrus runs the largest, has older wolves with her, she's helping get everyone together. If we show a united front, they'll leave us alone. These woods are pure magic, barely any humans live out here, they're not gonna try much. Especially not Mercy's crew."

Good. That was good.

"I understand if this is a breaking point for you though," Cleon continued. "You haven't been with us long-"

"Fuck that," Ajax scoffed. "No. We're staying and we're helping, if you ain't kicking us out."

Rembrandt nodded, "One hundred percent."

"There's nothing you could do to get kicked out," Cleon said. "We don't do that. But I'm glad your choosing to stay. And I'm sorry about what's happened. Pack shouldn't be like that."

It shouldn't.

Mates shouldn't be like Swan's either.

"That's a nightmare," Rembrandt whispered to Ajax, late that night. They were laying face to face, Ajax at least pretending to try to sleep.

She opened her eyes at Rembrandt's words, though. "Swan?"

"Can you imagine?" Rembrandt asked.

Ajax shook her head. "Maybe if parents fucking told us about mating..."

Rembrandt shook her head, though. "It wouldn't have solidified if they didn't love each other."

The one saving grace.

Rembrandt continued, "Being separated like that, though? Can you imagine?"

A muscled arm slipped around Rembrandt's waist and pulled her close, tucking Rembrandt into Ajax.

"Is that your answer?" Rembrandt asked, the words muffled by Ajax's chest.

"You're here," was Ajax's gruff response. "You're with me. I'm with you. We don't need to imagine that shit."

"All right. All right," Rembrandt pressed firmly against Ajax. "I won't."

------

I got a lot done on my thesis! I can taste the ending of my first draft! Take this as a celebration!!! It's rough, but I like it. Took our city girls out of the city lol