#probably more supernatural idk

[littlebluejaydraws]

Looking at the creamy surface of the liquid, Castiel wonders why he never thought of doing that, then at Dean's pleased smile, wondering why he did. Map of the World, Chapter 7 / What Love Can Do- Bruce Springsteen

ID: A series of seven digital drawings of Dean and Cas from Supernatural, showing Dean making Cas coffee, along with lyrics from What Love Can Do by Bruce Springsteen. The drawings are all rough sketches in black on a white background, with mid tones in pink in every second image. The lyrics areas follows. 1: "There's a pillar in the temple where I carved your name, there's a soul sitting sad and blue", with Cas sitting at a kitchen table and Dean leaning on the same table looking at him. 2: "Now the remedies you've taken are all in vain", with an image of bottles piled up around a trash can, viewed through the legs of Cas' chair. 3: "Let me show you what love can do, let me show you what love can do", with Dean facing away and pouring coffee into a cup at the kitchen counter. 4: "Darling I can't stop the rain", with a birds-eye-view of a coffee mug as Dean adds sugar to it. 5: "Or turn your black sky blue", with a close up of the coffee mug as Dean passes it to Cas. 6: "Well let me show you what love can do", with Cas taking a drink. 7: "Let me show you what love can do", with Dean and Cas sitting facing each other at the table and smiling. End ID.

[bayysart]

Guinea Pig Natural. Idfk. They got turned into a guinea pigs and Dean is finding new and creative ways to swear. Cas deserves a guinea pig tho so it works out.

[arrow-jsy]

Au where charles is a werewolf - thats it thats the whole idea

[doyelikehaggis]

25 Days of Sleighpairs: Paige Krasikeva x Violet (Teen Wolf) + “Chocolate”

Requested by @mariedemedicis

"I have a surprise for you."

Paige lit up as soon as she laid eyes on Violet, slipping into the empty music room and closing the door behind her. She kept her hand behind her back for dramatic effect.

"I like the sound of that."

Putting her cello aside, Paige raised her eyebrows and waited - impatiently - as Violet dropped into the seat beside her, their knees touching. Finally, she produced the gift, wrapped up in brown paper with a deep purple satin ribbon tied around it. Paige's favourite colour, of course.

"You know Christmas isn't for another week, right?" she teased, but she eagerly took the present.

"It's nothing big," Violet said quickly, watching her delicately untie the ribbon, making sure to keep it intact. The paper was a different story.

As soon as she got into them, Paige lit up like the Christmas tree that she always complained her family put up too early. Violet liked it; it was definitely better than her foster parents' attempts to "make her feel included" in their traditions. She forced the smile to stay on her face, but as soon as Paige started squealing in delight, it didn't take much effort.

"I love these," she said, already opening the box of chocolates. "They're my favourite kind."

"I know," Violet said softly.

Paige lifted her gaze to her, and her smile stretched. She leaned over and kissed her cheek, startling her. But Paige didn't seem to notice as she pulled back, saying, "This is the best gift ever. I'm totally going to eat these before Christmas, you know that?"

Violet laughed, trying to ignore the warm flush beneath her skin. Paige popped one in her mouth then insisted that she eat one, too. And she could never say no to her.

They stayed in the music room, messing around with the instruments. Paige didn't do a whole lot of proper practicing, but she didn't seem to mind Violet's distraction. As they were mid-laughter, there was a knock on the door and a head popped around it. A boy. His beaming smile fell a little when he saw them both sitting there.

Violet was about to ask if he wanted something, but Paige spoke first with a roll of her eyes. "Derek, what are you doing here?"

"I was just coming to see if you were in here," he said with a shrug, trying and failing to be totally smooth. "Wanted to say hi. And see you."

Violet's stomach turned. Violently. She glanced from him to Paige, trying to gauge her reaction - annoyance, right? She hated Derek Hale, they both did. He was loud and annoying and was always disrupting the class.

But Paige was smiling. "Well, now you have. So, you can go."

"Right. See you later."

He left, but Paige was still smiling. Violet coudn't muster one. Her heart was almost beating too fast to hear her as she said, "I forgot to tell you" and launched into a recollection of how he had talked to her and what they had said the other day. The chocolate aftertaste turned sour in her mouth as Paige's cheeks turned pink and her smile grew wider with every word.

Finally, when there was a pause, Violet asked, "Do you like him?"

"What?" Paige rolled her eyes again and scoffed. "No, definitely not. I mean, he's kind of cute. In an annoying way. But I don't like him."

She avoided looking at her. The bell went, perfectly in sync with Violet's heart as she watched Paige get up, suddenly worried about being late for their next class. She waited for her, holding the door open, but Violet knew, deep down, that she had already lost her.

[nosleeppotions]

This was a stupid idea and he'll surely be shot, Artyom concludes as he put on the gasmask he had... borrowed... from his adoptive father, making his way through the vaguely familiar old tunnel. It had been much easier to get through to here when he and his friends were children, but as always he manages.

Once again he finds himself wondering if it would have been easier if he had just told Uncle Sasha everything and had just been honest, a thought that seems to follow him through both lifetimes but Artyom will acknowledge (just this once) that he's nothing less than stubborn.... not to mention his adoptive father will surely think he's lost his mind and would have stopped him... Artyom also had no particular desire to wait for Hunter to show up either, as much as he had idolized the man in his last life and even a little bit now he knew well enough that Hunter was not a man of reason.

Not in matters like this.

The air seems to grow colder the closer Artyom gets to the opening, almost freezing as he finally crawls through. Every hair stands on end, every instinct telling him to turn back and run, almost unable to push himself back to his feet with how much his hands were shaking, his arms and legs feeling weak.

Artyom feels the presence of the Dark Ones long before he actually sees their tall forms. Just because he knew they weren't malicious did not mean Artyom was comfortable, his entire body threatening to tremble and not from the cold no, honestly he could barely feel the frost nipping at him compared to the chill running internally. It takes a lot not to flinch as one reaches for him, his trip through their station's hospital flashing in the back of his mind despite knowing they meant him no harm. Were human minds really meant to comprehend their brothers on the surface? Were they meant to be heard by everyone?

"Artyom." The words enter his mind, for a moment his vision goes hazy, his head throbbing slightly at what felt like an intrusion but he doesn't fight it, he lets the Dark Ones speak and poke through his mind as they wish, deciding he's better off focusing on the ground than the people around him. Because they are people, people that looked like someone tried to recreate humans from a horrible memory and failing miserably, but people none the less. They were as Uncle Sasha would say, the next step in evolution, more equipped than the people of the Metro will ever be for the surface.

"You came back."

Artyom's mouth felt dry, it takes a moment to comprehend, to work up the nerve to think much less make a sound.... had he spoken a word at all since waking up in this... second life?

".... I... do not think the people are ready to accept you..." He finally manages out after a long uncomfortable stretch of silence, nearly jumping out of his skin when he feels hands on his shoulders and back, but that only lasts for a moment, strangely feeling much safer among the Dark Ones than in the Metro, a warmth partially replacing the chill of nerves. His instincts were split in two, one side wanting to flee and the other wanting to stay, to learn.

He didn't want them to leave like the survivors had to last time, even less did he want the ones here to be blown up like last time. Part of him feels like he should be angry with them, they had killed many of his station's people, as unintentional as it was... but really he only finds himself full of acceptance, it's not like humans hadn't killed them in turn as well. But as much as he wanted them to stay, to help humans adapt, to learn and perhaps thrive together... he find himself thinking about his first journey through the Metro all those years ago, a journey that didn't happen yet. He thinks of all the stations, the factions, most importantly the Spartans... and most dreadfully Polis, he can think of very few people that would listen to reason much less accept that the Dark Ones only wanted to help and that none of the harm was fully intentional, especially while he's still a nobody and the only reason he wasn't a nobody anymore last time is because he helped to stop the Dark Ones.... what a mess he's stepped in.

Whoever thought of Time Travel and that he was a good candidate, he truly hopes they get eaten by a Demon.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[youling-the-ghost]

CS: Supernatural Investigations is Criminally (hehe) Underrated

Ok so I know this blog is basically all Shoot from the Hip at this point, but don't worry I haven't forgotten my roots of Criminal Case!

I usually see people lump Supernatural Investigations with Travel in Time and City of Romance as the games where Pretty Simple "fell off" and it honestly sucks because I love Supernatural Investigations. There's just something so charming about the ragtag group of supernatural hunters who live together in trailers and habitually commit identity fraud, it's a really nice change of pace compared to the traditional police setting of the previous games.

The character designs are also amazing, and each main character has so much life and personality. I found myself attached to pretty much all off the supernatural hunter crew within the third case. I love their banter and how genuinely close they all seem with each other and it's just such a charming found family-esque dynamic.

I understand some of the complaints about the game, and I agree with some of them, but I also feel like Supernatural Investigations has so much to offer and is just a really nice change of pace.

Anyways, I just like this game a lot and I find it a little sad that it's viewed so lowly by a big part of the fandom.

[and-make-it-double]

slowly going feral over the idea of an spn x tma crossover where tfw get dropped into tma universe. like. the potential that holds.

every time there's a problem, the three of them, in unison, offer "grenade launcher" as a solution (bc lbr even though dean's the one who was super gung-ho abt it sam was also very interested in that one ep and cas would obv go along with it bc he's cas)

the winchesters get roped into working at the institute and cas is js always around and jonah tries to tell them that it's "unprofessional" and "inappropriate" to have someone who's not an employee hanging around like that and they're both just like "tf you gonna do bitch? fire us?" with sam giving jonah such an intense bitchface that it physically hurts him

also the idea of daisy trying to interrogate/intimidate the fuckers who've died multiple times, been wanted for mass murder that they didn't commit, and fistfought god is js unreasonably funny to me

[sammygender]

wrt dean hitting sam and how its obviously something with an established history of happening from the way sam acts about it (‘you satisfied?.. guess not’ ‘take a swing’ etc). i personally think this has been a pattern in their life pretty much forever. wait i ended up saying way more in the tags im gonan make another post i think

[trans-leek-cookie]

Thinking about geto because I want to pour milk on him and throw him against the wall. Imo his beliefs are inconsistent and self serving (which makes sense because he developed said beliefs at age 16/17 while his mental health was at an all time low). Because while he seems to have the primary motive of "only sorcerers = no curses" taking into account how he treats Maki, who has no cursed energy, it shows that the "no curses" thing isnt the main focus- bc while he decided on tbe "forced evolution" thing, theoretically he should not be Opposed to ppl w heavenly restriction bc. They still fuckin. Don't contribute to curses from what I can tell. Also heavenly restriction is pretty obviously something that is punished by uh. Is it just the Zenin's who have it. Anyway they hated Maki and they Hated Toji so he clearly isn't standing for "oppressed sorcerers" bc if so Maki should be like. The kind of person he wants to help more, as someone who would be oppressed by ppl who aren't sorcerers as well as the powerful clans.

Anyway. While getting rid of curses is for sure part of his motivation, as well as helping sorcerers (see Nanako and Mimiko) id honestly argue that his main problem that lead to him spiraling was. How do I put this. Being knocked off a pedestal

Because he was one of 3 people given the ranking of "Special Grade", and he and satoru are grouped as "the strongest". And consider that satoru comes from a powerful clan and literally has some weird omniscience and invincibility shit going on so that's a whole fucking. That's gotta be a wild ego boost, especially for someone who comes from a family of ppl who aren't sorcerers. Like you spend all this time being a fuckin weirdo and then someone finds you and it turns out you're actually incredibly special and strong, given the same rank as a fucking God Child? You're gonna have some wild self perceptions after that

Anyway then you get to watch your invincible friend get stabbed, watch the girl you became friends with and feel shitty about kinda ruining the life of get shot, and get your whole shit rocked by some guy who can't even use the magic power bullshit you have. (Though he's got a whole physical thing going on because of the trade off)

Also writing all of this out actually makes me understand the Cult Leader progression more, like besides the fact they killed ur friend and you want em dead. You're probably struggling with your ego (especially since your weird God like friend got a whole power boost from the situation) so you create a fucking eugenicist cult where you can consistently prove your superiority to yourself (surrounding yourself with people who will agree with everything you say).

Anyway in a similar vein I wholely believe in "a loving father is not inherently a good father" Suguru + Nanako & Mimiko dynamic

Final thought is roughly I feel like looking at Suguru thru the lense of "this character had a level of privilege that they felt they truly deserved, and after experiencing events that are genuinely traumatic and horrific for any person, they develop reactionary beliefs to try and regain a sense of superiority and control" rather than "oppressed minority who killed oppressors and wants to do eugenics"

[theboykingsmichaelsword]

outsider pov was severely underutilized in spn like it's actually criminal the more you think abt it

[sunny-superstar]

death of the author is such an interesting concept. and i’m not even talking about cancelling the author for whatever reason, i mean that sometimes they must be separated from their own idea just because the idea takes on a life beyond what the author can conceive of

there is much to be said about tv writers who do not see the more profound meanings that arise in their own stories, i assume because their ego prevents them from looking outside of their own intention with the narrative. as a result, the audience is made to feel that their interpretations are categorically wrong, that their subjective view of the interpretation is ‘delusional.’ but we are interpreting what we see. like. at some point the writer inevitably loses control of the narrative, because it simply doesn’t exist in a vacuum.

if the actors, who have an inherently intimate relationship with the characters they play, believe something about their character, it’s going to come through in their performances, regardless of the author’s intention. in that way, the actors portraying the characters are actually the ones in control of the story. the audience sees the performance, not the script.

all that to say, if the guys playing your boy best friend characters independently decide to play them as though they are in love, then they are. there are many, many such cases. yall know what i’m talkin about

[fandesinae]

expanding on my tags on the last post, the reason i kinda interpreted that way is bc i HC alastor as being actually antisocial. like, not the Spooky Sociopath Villain Mastermind tropey thing, but actually a person with ASPD. i think he displays it super fucking accurately in many ways, including this trying to control everything, sow discord, and hurt/manipulate others, but not actually succeeding at it to this mystical, nigh supernatural, way that you see in media that wants to prop "psychopathy/sociopathy" up as a uniquely evil boogeyman.

sure, he's a terrible person and a literal murderer, but he's also a disordered human being. he missed a huge opportunity to be very successfully manipulative over his target. why?

because he was bored.

chronic boredom that genuinely fucks up your life by making you miss opportunities, lose valuable relationships, and put yourself in danger is a hallmark of genuine antisocial personality disorder. yes, there was a perfect opportunity to manipulate charlie in that scene. but he didn't take it. because even though pushing a wedge between her and her partner may have been a productive move for his goals (like potentially isolating her for more control), he didn't take that chance, because talking about her relationship was super fucking boring.

he's not magically better at being evil and manipulative simply because he's disordered. in fact his disorder makes him worse at it than someone else with equally evil desires might be, imo.

[doyelikehaggis]

7 Days of Scarepairs: Blam | Blaine Anderson x Sam Evans (Glee) + “Vampire”

Requested by Anonymous

"I have to compel you. If anyone found out-"

Sam stared back at him, his eyes as big as saucers. "Who would believe me? I don't even think I believe me."

"Trust me," Blaine said gravely, "plenty of people around here would believe you, and that wouldn't end well. For anyone. It's not just me."

Sam got out of his chair. "Wait, there are others? Like, here? In Lima?"

Reluctantly, Blaine nodded. He knew shouldn't be telling him any of this. It was too much of a risk. He should compel him now, like Mr Schue told him to.

But then he caught a glimpse of Sam's face. He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he sank back into the chair and shook his head. He looked up at him.

"This is so cool."

"It's really not," Blaine tried to protest.

"Dude, you're a freaking vampire!" He glanced around them, his face taking on a more serious look as Blaine motioned for him to keep his voice down. "Sorry. It's just... I don't understand. You're this awesome, supernatural being with awesome powers. You're like a superhero."

Every disadvantage and negative side to it rolled right back down Blaine's throat. His mouth quirked and Sam's grin widened.

"I guess, in a way..." he said, his brow furrowing. "Wait, you like superheroes?"

"Are you kidding? I love them," Sam said with barely contained excitement but, to his credit, he managed to keep control of his volume. His eyes grew impossibly wider and he was out of his chair again, standing in front of him. "Could I be your human sidekick?!"

The answer to that question should, undoubtedly, be a resounding no. Letting him keep his memories was bad enough. But actually involving him in any of it? Mr Schue would never let it slide.

He opened his mouth to shoot him down, but... he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The truth was, it was a pretty lonely existence. He'd only been a vampire for two years, but he barely had anyone to talk to anymore. His parents didn't want to know him. It was better they forgot about him entirely and went on pretending he had actually died that night.

Even his brother was better off like that.

Sure, he had a few friends at Dalton, and they knew what it was like, but... he was still really lonely. They had all gotten used to in their own ways, but he never could. Mr Schue was always telling him he couldn't have human blood because of the ripper gene, so he couldn't exactly tag along with David and Jeff when would sneak out.

He never even talked to Kurt about it because he thought it might freak him out too much, with all the history between witches and vampires, and now he wasn't even there anymore anyway.

He felt completely alone, even in his own world.

But here was Sam, looking at him like he was the coolest person he had ever met. Asking to be his friend. He wasn't afraid of him or what he might do, not like everyone back at Dalton or Mr Schue.

"I'm sorry." He sighed as Sam's face fell. "It's too dangerous. I need to make you forget all of this."

Sam pressed his lips together and nodded. "Can I just ask one thing? Don't take everything away."

Blaine opened his mouth, already shaking his head, but Sam lifted his eyes to him, freezing him to the spot with his next words.

"Leave the part where we met today."

Sam took a deep breath and nodded one more time, letting him know he was ready, even if he wasn't really. And he wasn't the only one.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't make him forget.

Worse than that: he didn't want to.

[sn0wbat]

alright, question. because this post is getting very long.

i've still got a couple more pages left of this, and this is kinda the first time i've been adding onto a comic arc in real time on tumblr. so i'd just like to hear opinions

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Someone needs to tell me why I'm feeling so my anxiety over the ides of possibly giving blood

I am not required, I do not have to, I'm not even sure if I'll pass all the tests before I can, I've had blood drawn before and it doesn't hurt that much it was over before I knew it, and I probably won't anyways!

Why and I getting a fucking pit in my stomach at the idea-

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