#so it was very very very foreign and weird to me

[theoldwest]

A deep, deep inhale. A first breath.

It’s a warm summer day. She can feel it on her face.

It’s been many summers since her first one, spent with some alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries.

She hums a tune, light and airy. It’s never felt like this before, but she likes it. Hell, she loves it. The tune she’s carrying crackles and switches to a different one— something that’s confident and proud. The song bubbles up and escapes from her, the hum turning into full-bodied singing.

“…Dean.” Castiel murmurs, something outside catching his ear.

Dean looks up from his laptop screen. He hears it too. A thrumming bassline and… maracas? He takes a second to listen, swearing he recognizes it. His eyebrows furrow together.

“…I think it’s Her Strut by Bob Seger.”

Castiel is unimpressed, focused on the fact that the steadily increasing noise is the frequency he usually picks up from Dean’s car. He stands up and swings open the door of the motel room they’re in.

A reverbed guitar solo pours into the space. It’s apparent now that Baby is absolutely blasting music— so loud that other motel guests are poking their heads out to see who’s disrupting their midday activities.

“Shit.” Dean huffs, pushing past Castiel to attend to whatever the hell is going on.

Cas isn’t too far behind the hunter, feeling something very weird as they get closer to the Chevy.

“…The molecules.” He says, running a finger over Baby’s hood as Dean’s hurriedly unlocking the driver door.

The angel! She thinks, Earth Angel by Marvin Berry slowly fading in over her speakers.

Dean is frantically checking over his stereo, ejecting the tape that he’d had in, turning the ignition on and off— nothing stops the music.

“Cas! What the hell is happening to my car!?”

Castiel swings open the passenger door and gets inside, looking over at Dean.

“The molecules are different.”

“I need English, Cas!”

Castiel just looks back over at the stereo, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted, trying to pinpoint exactly what’s going on.

Head Games by Foreigner and Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap by AC/DC play loudly over the speakers in quick succession. Dean quickly reaches to turn the radio down, covering his ears and grimacing in pain.

Keep Your Hands to Yourself by The Georgia Satellites plays as she takes a deep breath to turn her voice back up.

Dean is locked onto the stereo in a mix of horror and disbelief. “… Did she just—“

Castiel looks over at him. “I believe Baby has gained… sentience.”

The brass section of Sir Duke plays.

“…What?” Dean says, looking between Cas and his dash. “H—how? Why?”

Don’t Ask Me No Questions by Lynyrd Skynyrd blasts over the speakers. Dean turns it down again.

“I wasn’t asking you.” The Winchester blinks. “Great. Great, I’m talking to the car now.”

Ozzy Ozbourne’s laugh from Crazy Train plays.

Castiel places his hand on the speaker, closing his eyes. He’s beginning to focus in on the aberration.

Strings begin to fill the silence— I Put A Spell On You by Nina Simone.

Dean’s looking over at Cas again with his eyes wide. The angel meets his gaze, nodding once.

“What? No! She’s— Who did this?” Dean’s beginning to get angry.

Baby plays Jolene over her speakers, the phrase ‘with flaming locks of auburn hair’ repeating over and over, like a skipping record.

“…Rowena.” Castiel says, looking back and forth between the hunter and the car.

The Queen track ‘Yeah’ plays before fading into ‘I Like It’ by DeBarge.

“Does… is this— is this permanent?” Dean asks.

‘Don’t Look Back’ by Boston, ‘No More ?’s’ By Eazy E, quickly followed by ‘Listen’ — Beyoncé. Baby knows it isn’t permanent. She can feel it. She decides that she’s going to try anyways.

Dean tries to speak up again, but is interrupted by Baby locking her own doors, effectively trapping the angel and the hunter inside. They tug at the handles, but nothing budges.

‘Kiss’ by Prince & The Revolution blasts at full volume. The pair winces and hurries to turn it down, their hands colliding halfway there. Baby immediately cuts the volume once they’re touching, the opening riff to ‘Feels Like The First Time’ now playing.

Cas and Dean look at each other, then the radio, before slowly moving their hands apart. Baby cranks the volume back up. They quickly press their hands back together, and the volume goes back down to a tolerable level. Still pretty goddamn loud, but at least they’ll be able to hear when they get out of the car.

Dean shrugs, deciding to test the theory that just popped into his head. He presses his arm into Cas’ gently. The music switches again to ‘Let’s Stay Together’ by Al Green, and further lowers, finally resting at a comfortable volume.

Dean looks over at the angel next to him, green eyes flicking down to his lips quickly before coming back to meet blue.

Castiel does the same.

Baby can feel the spell fading. It’s bittersweet. She switches the radio around one last time.

‘At Last’ By Etta James plays during Dean and Cas’ first kiss.

—-

Thanks to @casdeans-pie and @dogearedheart for making my brain do things HEHEH

Baby gets hit with a spell and gains sentience but can only communicate through her radio (Bumblebee style) - Cas gets in the passenger seat beside Dean and she starts mashing together a bunch of love songs at max volume while Dean scrambles to turn the radio off

[aventurineswife]

im under the assumption that requests are open, so uhmmmm

ahem-

can i request Aventurine giving Reader a hug or whatever physical affection, and Reader starts crying because of that? (Reader is crying because it's been a long time since they were last touched/held, and the thought of someone wanting to touch/hold them is very scary. even the sensation behind being touched/held is almost overstimulating, despite how badly they want to be held)

i know my request is, uh, oddly specific ?? hope that's ok with you tho 🧍‍♂️ im one of the few dorks out there that is so touch-starved that i cry when it happens lol,,, it's not that i hate touch, my brain just can't register it.

“If you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did”

Summary: After a long time without any physical affection, you’re overwhelmed when Aventurine gives you a comforting hug. The sensation is almost too much, and you break down, finally allowing yourself to be vulnerable. Aventurine reassures you with gentle words and a steady presence, letting you know he’s there for you whenever you need.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Emotional Vulnerability, Reassurance, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Emotional Overwhelm, Touch Starvation, Reader Crying.

A/N: Don’t worry, Rose! My requests are open, so feel free to drop yours whenever you like! ;) And don’t worry, your requests aren’t weird or anything—actually, they’re cute and wholesome. 🤧🥺 I can also relate to the touch-starved feeling, though I’m uncomfortable with people touching me without consent (trauma). I’d be fine with holding hands or arms, though. :') Hope you enjoy this! And remember, you're valid! 💖🌹🫂 *Sending virtual hugs <33*

Sorry this uh rushed and I didn't edit it properly and got to your request late :')

The room was quiet, save for the soft murmur of the city outside. Aventurine led you in, his gentle hand resting on your back. You felt your pulse race as he guided you to sit on the sofa, his easy confidence steadying you as you took a shaky breath. Tonight, he’d traded his playful banter for a quieter presence. His usual grin softened, and his eyes were filled with something far more tender.

You sat beside him, hands twisting nervously in your lap, feeling that comforting warmth radiating off him. Despite how close he was, you couldn’t shake the distance you felt from it, as if an invisible wall held you back. It was as though you were tethered to a feeling you couldn’t escape—something that had kept you from letting anyone close for so long.

“Are you alright?” Aventurine’s voice was low and gentle, his words laced with concern. He reached out, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, the gesture simple, yet it felt like a landslide of emotion.

And then, without another word, he drew you into his arms, pulling you close against his chest. The sudden warmth, his touch, the feeling of his heart beating steadily—it was too much. A wave of sensation hit you, so foreign yet so needed, and before you could stop yourself, tears blurred your vision.

You hadn’t been held like this in so long, hadn’t felt this kind of closeness. It scared you, left you trembling in his embrace as the ache in your chest spilled over into silent sobs. Every part of you was screaming that this was wrong, that you couldn’t trust it, that you shouldn’t let yourself need it so badly. Yet Aventurine held you tightly, his presence unwavering, silently urging you to let go.

“Hey… you’re safe here,” he whispered, a hand rubbing slow circles along your back. “I’ve got you.”

You felt his hand press against your back, steady and comforting, grounding you with each small touch. His other hand cupped the back of your head, cradling you as though you were the most fragile thing in the world. His words, low and close to your ear, were soft promises that left no room for doubt.

The tears came harder, and you pressed your face into his shoulder, feeling the fabric of his coat against your cheek. You clung to him, fingers clutching the back of his shirt as though he might disappear if you let go. Every part of you felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that was terrifying, yet liberating.

“I’m sorry...” you managed, voice muffled against him.

“For what?” He shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes, usually playful and glinting with mischief, were filled with nothing but understanding and warmth. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

Your words choked up, and you simply shook your head, a fresh wave of tears welling up. You couldn’t explain it; it was too raw, too deeply ingrained in every wall you’d ever built around yourself. But Aventurine seemed to understand. He stayed, hands gently brushing up and down your back, thumb tracing soothing circles along your shoulder.

And in that moment, for the first time in ages, you felt safe. The warmth, the steadiness of his heartbeat, the quiet strength in his hold—it reminded you that maybe it was okay to let yourself be held, to be cared for, even if it was overwhelming. His hand found yours, fingers entwining, grounding you in the here and now.

“Whenever you need this,” he murmured, his voice steady and filled with reassurance, “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The promise lingered in the quiet, like a lifeline you hadn’t realized you’d been waiting for. You let yourself lean into him, allowing the tears to finally fall as he held you, the world slipping away until it was just the two of you, wrapped in warmth, safety, and an unspoken promise of more moments like this—of a love that was patient enough to wait.

This is so Aventurine 😪💛

[hotvintagepoll]

Vintage movie recommendations for getting through these dark times? 🙏 Looking specifically for anything joyous, especially if it's queer/progressive for its time. Thanks!!

ooh ok! that's a big ask, because queer/progressive doesn't always show in the ways we expect in older movies. still, joyous i can do, and as poly as I can I'll try for:

the talk of the town (you knew i would say this). jean arthur, cary grant, ronald colman are all tangled up in all sorts of ways, legally but also including in each other's pajamas. it's free on youtube and tubi last time i checked!

singin' in the rain (you also knew i would say this). cosmo brown, weird little third wheeling queerplatonic ideal that you are. gene kelly, debbie reynolds, and donald o'connor have fire chemistry and all three of their characters love the other ones so truly and with such joy they break all of hollywood with the power of song. (it is gorgeous and sublime that the story is built so only these three ever actually engage with the musical format—the format that is, in universe, the way of the future—structurally equating music and musicals with love. no one else gets a song or a villain number or a little ditty that's not a literal musical number. only these three break the story and heal it at the same time.)

the adventures of robin hood—i swear to god will scarlett is good for nothing else besides being robin's hot little friend. will alone makes this movie queer for me. also, watching a movie about a socialist uprising against a cruel and unjust government sure feels apt! for no particular reason! (this one is also on tubi.)

the philadelphia story—jimmy katharine and cary are absolutely a threesome in this movie and it's a crime they didn't just make more of this movie, again and again, forever. is there a plot? they're all by a swimming pool, it's hot, there's champagne. what else do you need for a film. oh yeah there's some discussion of autonomy and women's rights and wealth and class and marriage, some of which i disagree with, but i think mostly it's katharine hepburn in an evening gown and jimmy stewart in a white terry cloth robe and cary grant standing there not minding in the least. (content warning: there is one instance of a racial slur [not directed at anyone but still there], and one shove. also on tubi.)

the lady vanishes—i love this movie, so much, couldn't tell you why (i can: michael redgrave is here being hot). there are two bit characters who read as queer coded (they are also obsessed with cricket and are mocked for being english by the narrative, which is nice), and there's a weird plucky joy in michael redgrave's performance that feels like a departure from your usual Solid Very Serious Male Heroic Main Character. this movie does trend mildly xenophobic in a very England-in-the-30s type of way—there are shady "foreign" characters and other batshit stereotypes—but nothing I think that would cause direct offense. (let me know if I'm wrong on this though and I'll tag accordingly). this one is free anywhere and can be watched on youtube.

the wizard of oz—i know you've probably seen this before but it's worth seeing again. yes you're allowed to cry at the end i always do

[mithliya]

i went to an american school but in a very ethnically diverse area (somewhere around 30% asian, 40% white, and then like 15% latino and 15% black) and even though there was a very limited amount of actual racism, the friend groups were very much race segregated. my (i’m asian) friend groups wee virtually always exclusively or nearly exclusively all asian friends and i noticed that a lot of the black kids were always friends with each other too and so were white kids. schools here are like that

same same same!! it wasn’t super asian where i lived tho, it was very latino & then the 2nd largest minority group were black ppl & the largest group of all were ofc white ppl.

[i-heart-ts-i-mean-tx]

*Just to be clear, gay sex between men was a crime here in Texas until 2003 (when I was definitely kicking around, painting my nails with red markers and eating bugs). If I wanted to see penalties that were exactly the same as (or often harsher than) what's been left on the books in Gaza (and sometimes ? enforced), I just have to go back one generation to my parents' lifetime, when men were getting 10 years in prison and, unlike in Palestine, police forces were setting up sting operations to actively crack down on the gay problem (again, smth that doesn't even happen in Gaza).

This is not, like, a weird feature of some "foreign" culture to me, and it really shouldn't be for any American who isn't super young or who knows her history. That doesn't make it right (at all), but you can't believe the lie that "these people aren't like you". That's actually insane. Pretending this has any relevance on the genocide other than to say that queer Palestinians are even more impacted by it is crazy and disgusting.

-- This really doesn't need to be added, but just for some perspective, Palestinians in the West Bank took their anti-gay laws off the books in the early 1950s, at the same time basically all U.S. states were creating new laws specifically targeting gay ppl and categorizing gay sex as a felony with harsh prison sentences. The laws in Gaza are definitely not good for gay and trans Gazans -- their protection isn't covered under the freedoms and human rights which are guaranteed by the Palestinian constitution, and stigma is very real. This is wrong, but obv genocide makes it a million times worse and is indescribably more horrible for all Palestinians, queer and straight.

Nobody living in the "Anglo-sphere" can even act like this is the product of some weird foreign culture. These laws were imposed by the British Empire on occupied Palestine in the 1930s and then left on the books. Ppl in Palestine obv are not "the Other", and there's a good reason so many lgbt people see right through this bullshit.

We've seen the same politicians who weaponize "family values" condemn families to death to line their own pockets. We've heard "save the children" from people happy to condemn children to the horrors of genocide.

Even when bought-out politicians defend our gay rights, they'll still drop bombs on our mangled gay bodies.

Whenever gay Americans get angry abt what our government is doing to Palestinians, there's always someone who loves to be like "Who's gonna tell these dummies homosexuality is illegal in Gaza?"

That's crazy to me.

I'm a gay Texan in my mid 20s. When I was a little kid, homosexuality was illegal. Here in Texas, where I lived and where I still happily live.

So (TW "war" crimes) I guess it would've been fair enough if the U.S. and Israel had bombed me and my family and neighbors, our houses and jobsites and whole communities, the girls I played with down the street, my baby brothers, my grandparents at work, the trans Texans who used to meet up downtown in the city, etc. If they had deliberately driven us from our homes and forced us to live in terror every night and every day, maiming our children, burning our parents alive, cutting off our food and water, stealing our aid, starving us and telling us straight up that we needed to be scrubbed off the face of the earth so they could take everything we have and not worry about keeping it.

I mean, damn I guess we would've had it coming. Homosexuality wasn't even legal, right? Sounds like a Texas problem. What do I care what the gov spends all that $$$$$ doing?

[layzeal]

i'd appreciate reblogs <3

[july-19th-club]

love whenever anybody on true blood has like. a blood-induced sex dream about another character bc you get to see the imaginary version of that character that lives in their head. imaginary bill that lives in sam's head is like. a porn man. imaginary eric that lives in sookie's head is the softest nakedest guy imaginable with zero sharp edges. imaginary sookie that lives in eric's head - this one's not even blood-induced, just horny - is a cute little headband-wearer who says stuff like "oh, cheese and rice!" and shares sweet nothings about stuff she's never seen, like the wintertime

[kyouka-supremacy]

Today was a good day :)

[piplupod]

it just seems cruel and sick to me that I tell someone "i think this little life has inherent value and I'd like to extend a little kindness to it when I am able to" and they laugh at me as if I'm being foolish and tell me I must squash it with my shoe :/

[gemstarstarlight]

Be praying for me, y’all. It’s been a rough week. Basically the job I was hoping would let me be in Korea long term said I wasn’t ready for it yet and a lot of the stuff they brought up are either anxiety things (I’m working on it), ADHD things (again, working on it, but this one’s a bit more permanent), and some personal life choices and interpretations that flow from those things (which I’m not backing down on thank you).

I’ve locked onto a Halsey song and been having it stuck in my head and that is Not A Good Sign Mental Health Wise.

[californiannostalgia]

I finally understand why atheists who were once catholics write about bones so much

I didn't realize that christian worship was built on cannibalism

maybe I should've expected that when the textbook tried to explain to me the 'eating the flesh of jesus' thing

[achillean-knight]

JUST watched a video about the Afton's and I really love their British accents, but I've seen people dislike it so.... I'm curious. Reblogs or comments welcomed, I really want to know people's thoughts on this!

[hamletisintown]

I'm so fucking annoyed at the number of english-speaking hoyoverse players who play with the japanese subtitles

I'm only speaking about like, streamers and youtubers because those are the ones i see playing, obviously (and i'm only talking about genshin impact and honkai star rail bc those are the 2 hoyo games i play but i'm willing to bet the trend is the same in other hoyo games, and possibly in other chinese "anime" games)

The number of times i click on a video and the person speaks english but has their game set to japanese dubbing for no reason, like. Can you guys stop being weebs for just one second please.

[vulpinesaint]

absolutely unreasonable over this coworker that i rlly like rn. thank god i don't like men or i would have fucking Lost it by now! as it is i don't even know what has me so dkfjghsdf about him i'm just sitting there with my head in my hands going "he's so normal about trans people..."

[rox-of-iu]

@ the people saying kind words and offering me english alternatives for the czech in my last post

first of all, I know you mean well and I love you to bits and I'm giving you a little kissy, ok? But... guys I do know English phrases... hahhah

Listen,,,, I am chronically online and I do actually have a certificate from C2 exams that is just 5 points shy of being 100%. I Know it absolutely doesn't look that way but that's just because I'm the laziest guy around and I don't feel like fixing it after myself when I have the excuse of being a foreigner- sahdjsd

so when i use czech words it is not out of the necessity of not knowing any substitutes but just me goofing around and going haha funny word go brr

[bitegore]

there's this like strain of take on ~human nature~ that is like "everything is so hard and bad all the time and i am miserable forever but everyone is so fantastical and lovely and i have paper-thin skin and everything hurts me because i care so much about everyone else" and i truly do not understand it. i don't think i will ever understand it. it's always very pretty and well-written and it feels like i'm reading someone talking about fucking aliens lmfao