#the men of letters

[the-artemis-tapes]

Still working on the rewrite itself. I figured I could post *something*, though, so here :)

A Ketch for your enjoyment

[shallowseeker]

i know you call your long picture essays annoying but i wanted to say that even though they're a little hard to go through i enjoy them so so much! as a Samwena enjoyer, I have gone back to your Samwena essay with so much love and excitement over the past few day. Rowena and Sam natural enemies! Mr. Curthbart! Matador Rowena! There's so much that really stuck with me.

Oh, Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed this!

I had a lot of fun going through season 10 just for the Sam impressions, and I really do think that was the most "Crooked Man of Letters" mode Sam has ever been.

The parallels to Magnus/Mr. Cuthbert and how that connected to Rowena interested me much more this time around. Magnus has a lot of "moves" that paralleled Henry Winchester, a sort of "Dark Magician" motif in how he gives them the slip and pickpockets their weapons.

Aside// I've also been thinking about how closely Henry Winchester was aligned with Magnus/Mr. Cuthbert, even after Magnus was kicked out, and that's such an alarming thing for poor Henry. Henry is an idealist, but this shows that he's got a desperate, ruthless side--a willingness to break the rules.

I think it's a bit analogous to how the boys and Bobby worked with Crowley in s5, and how Cas worked with Crowley in s6, and how the boys continue to go to Crowley and Rowena for strategic initiatives throughout the run of the show. (Aside// It's funny where you think about the parallel of ambition with Sam-Rowena-Magnus-Crowley, because In a sense, Dean almost became part of Magnus's collection, and then he became part of Crowley's collection.)

[nicholasmillergf]

I COULDNT CARE LESS ABOUT THE BRITISH MEN OF LETTERS 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

Should we keep silent about what is in our hearts or tell each other? I've always played the coward, out of respect for you. I've always pretended that I could live with anything, as if I were really made to be the plaything of men and circumstances, as if I did not have a firm heart within me which, faithful and free in its right, beats for that which is highest, you, my beloved!

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 1950? [#222]

[dulcescorderitas]

☾ 𝔖uper͡𝒏aturɑᥣ 𝜗𝜚 ྀི

new room

parings: dean winchester x reader

warnings: cussing, implied smut

you’re driving back from the diner with sam, and your phone buzzes in your lap. dean’s name flashes across the screen, and you pick it up on the first ring. his voice is already buzzing with excitement, like he’s a kid at christmas.

“baby, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,” he says, and you can practically hear the grin splitting his face. “the room—my room—it’s perfect. no motel mildew, no creaky-ass beds, none of that.”

you hum, half-amused, glancing at sam who’s giving you that subtle side-eye. “yeah? got your posters of pamela anderson up already?”

“fuck off,” dean laughs, but there’s no heat in it. “no, but i’ve got the bed made. a real bed, sweetheart. none of that lumpy, back-breaking crap. and guess what else? i’ve been scoping it out.”

“you’ve been scoping it out,” you echo, intrigued despite yourself. “scoping what out?”

sam’s looking suspicious now, probably picking up on the low, wicked edge creeping into dean’s voice.

“where we can fuck.” the words hit you like a sucker punch, blunt and unapologetic, and you choke on nothing, your grip tightening on the phone. sam lets out a faint noise of protest, already muttering something like “dean, seriously?” but you’re barely listening.

“i mean it,” dean continues, steamrolling right over his brother’s indignation. “first thing i thought when i saw this room? ‘goddamn, i’m gonna bend her over every fucking surface in here.’”

“you’re unbelievable,” you mutter, but your voice lacks any real bite.

“hear me out,” he says, his tone dipping into that low, rough drawl that always sets your nerves alight. “there’s the bed, obviously. big enough for anything we’ve got in mind. the desk? solid wood. no wobble, which—you know, very important. then there’s the wall, right by the bookshelf. you’re gonna look so fucking good there, baby, all spread out, my hand around your throat.”

“dean,” sam hisses, his ears practically glowing red, but dean doesn’t even pause.

“and the armchair? sturdy as hell. i checked. picture this: you, on your knees, my jeans around my ankles…” you’re halfway to throwing your phone out the window, face hot enough to melt glass. “you’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”

“fucking right i have,” dean replies, smug as sin. “this room? it’s ours. every corner of it, baby. and you’re gonna love it.”

sam is groaning, hand over his face like he’s trying to block out every word, but dean just keeps going. “wait till you see what i did with my gear. guns, knives, rosaries… it’s all laid out. and i’ve got plans for that too, you know.”

“nope,” sam snaps, louder this time. “i’m not hearing this. i’m out.” you can barely stifle the laugh bubbling in your throat as sam reaches over to roll down his window like he’s trying to physically escape the conversation.

“aw, don’t worry about sammy,” dean drawls, clearly enjoying every second of his brother’s suffering. “we’ll christen the place when it’s just you and me. properly.”

you shake your head, biting down on your grin, and hang up before he can get any more graphic. but you’re already itching to get back to that bunker, and the smug bastard knows it.

taglist: @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @whisperingdaze

[bylizhand]

a gingerbread roadhouse snowglobe and a gingerbread bunker snowglobe because i needed to draw something to lift my spirits. ❄️

i hope this holiday season is gentle on you 🖤

[ffcrazy15]

There's this way of doing female-ness in Christianity that I call "pastel flower journal Christianity." I've got nothing against pastel flower journals per se, but for some reason people believe it's the end all and be all of female spirituality, and I think it's a real disservice towards young Christian women.

One of these days I'd like to start a prayer-and-reading group or something for young women, but there would be no floral themes or over-focus on how "God thinks you're beautiful even if the world doesn't" (a true statement, but it's wayyyyy too often the focus in women's spiritual reading). Instead we would be reading:

Seneca's Letters from a Stoic

Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning

Sheed's A Map of Life

Portions of Pieper's book on leisure

Kreeft's Three Philosophies of Life

Guardini's The Lord (or something similar)

Therese's Story of a Soul

and some select portions of the Nicomachean Ethics.

(Also they're all getting the porn talk. I don't know why we give the porn talk to young men but not young women. There's this idea that women don't use porn and they only need the talk about "guarding their heart." Bullshit. There's porn on the YA shelves of Barnes and Nobles and before that there were bodice rippers. Young women need the porn talk too.)

Every young woman needs to be getting a basic grounding in virtue ethics, logic, natural law, scholastic philosophy and Biblical hermeneutics if they're going to get by in today's spiritual landscape. Enough faffery and emotionalism in young women's spiritual education! Give them real food to chew on, not pasty sentimentalism!

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

Protective~ Dean Winchester imagine

Warnings// angst, fluff and cock blocking

lil summery// just a lil cutesy protective Dean Winchester

*REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT*

Dean x Reader

Word count// 1400

(gif from Pinterest)

You Sam and Dean had just finished a pretty rough ghoul hunt, once you guys had all showered the remnants of the night, dean suggested you guys head out for a few drinks to celebrate, once you got to the bar Dean and you slide into a booth, deans arm wrapping around your shoulders pulling you into his side “you get the first round Sammy” Dean said smirking at his brother, Sam rolled his eyes “fine but you’re next” he said walking to the bar

“So how you feeling after you’re first ghoul sweetheart” you looked up at your boyfriend “well I’ve gotta say I won’t be chasing one for a very long time, much prefer a simple salt and burn” Dean chuckled kissing the side of your head, “alright beers are severed” Sam said sitting down with the drinks “thanks Sammy” you said taking a drink out the bottle

You and the guys were having a great time talking about passed hunts before you’d met them “he just looked at me all upset and said ‘I lost my shoe’ all because he lost the damn rabbits foot” Dean laughed finishing his second beer, “alright my round boys just another beer?”you questioned getting up “yeah thanks Y/N” Sam said “yeah me too thank you sweetheart” you hooded moving to the slightly crowded bar you quickly got the bar tenders attention “hi three beers please” the man nodded “that’ll be 12 bucks gorgeous” he said placing three beers in front of you, you nodded handing him a 20 dollar bill, the bar tender went to get your change leaving you standing for a few minutes

“what’s a beautiful girl like you doing at a place like this” a man grumbled out from one of the bar stools, he looked to be a drunk creep no younger than mid 50s “I’m here with my boyfriend and friend” you said back hoping he’d back off at the boyfriend comment “ah bet your boyfriend doesn’t treat you like I would” the man said moving closer to you “look buddy I’m not interested I’m in a relationship” he didn’t seem too happy with that “you better watch yourself you bitch I’m giving you a choice the only thing you should be saying is yes sir, because that’s the only damn thing you’ll be saying when I’m pounding you in front of your little boyfriend you slut!” he spat out, “is there a problem here miss?” The bartender asked returning with your change “no everything’s fine thanks” you said grabbing the change stuffing it in your pocket before taking the beers back to the winchesters

“Hey sweetheart everything good? You were gone a while” Dean said grabbing his beer and pulling you back to your place at his side “yeah fine just waiting for my change” you answered quietly, you could see the man from the bar staring at you his hand holding his glass tightly in his grasp as he wouldn’t break eye contact “I’m gonna head back to the motel after this one guys I’m pretty tired” you said feeling uncomfortable either the stares the man wa giving you, dean nodded “yeah I think we’ll all head out then, you good with that Sam?” Dean questioned, Sam nodded

Once you guys finished your drinks you made your way to the exit, from the corner of your eye you seen the man get up, following your trail to the exit, starting to feel scared you grabbed deans hand tight, Dean turned to look at you concerned “you okay Y/N? You hands really sweaty” you nodded to answer him too nervous to even speak, you thought the night air would make you feel better but knowing the man was following behind was just making your feel sick, before you could get into baby dean stopping you, both hands on your arms as he looked at you “sweetheart my job is lying for a living, I know somethings bothering you and I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what it is” Dean asked alerting Sam “what’s going on?”

Sighing you looked behind the brothers to find the man staring at you from behind a car “there was a guy at the bar, he freaked me out a little bit I didn’t care too much until he sat staring at me for the last hour so I wanted to leave but he followed us out here” you said, your heart pounding in your chest, Dean got an angry look on his face as he turned searching the parking lot “where the hell is he!” Dean moved to look around finding him quickly, Dean stormed over “hey! The hell do you want jackass? You think you can harass my girlfriend I wouldn’t find out” Dean grabbed the man by his shirt “not my fault she’s a whore man, just wanted a little taste of her sweet p-”Dean didn’t let him finish his sentence before he was released punching him in the face “my nose!” The man yelped but dean wasn’t done yet, Sam was holding you in a hug blocking the fight from your eyes

Once dean was done teaching the man a lesson in how to respect women he walked back over to you and sam “alright he’s down, let’s get back to the motel” Dean said getting in the drivers seat. Once you guys made it back to the motel you followed the brothers back to the room, Sam went into the bathroom leaving you and Dean alone

sighing dean sat on the bed you two would be sharing, he started to wrap his bloody knuckles you let out a shaky breath before sitting beside him and taking his hand “I got it” you said taking out the rubbing alcohol and rubbing it on his wounds, Dean flinched slightly at the sting “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He asked softly you looked up giving him a small smile “I just didn’t want to bother you, I just didn’t realise how big a creep the guy was till he followed us out” dean nodded “sweetheart if someone or something is ever bothering you I don’t give a rats ass how by or small, you tell me and I will take care of it” you nodded “yeah I will I’m sorry dean” Dean was shaking his head “you have nothing to be sorry for Y/N you did nothing wrong” you wrapped your arms around deans shoulders pulling him to a hug, we wrapped his own around your waist holding you close to him

You pulled away to give him a small kiss, however a small kiss with Dean was never really just a small kiss, this one being no different as Dean was swiping his to tongue along your bottom lip, you parted your lips allowing dean to explore your mouth, you moaned quietly when dean pushed you slightly to lay back on the bed as he moved to lean on top of you as you continued to make out, deans hand was tugging at the hem of your shirt, and just when you were about to take it off the bathroom door opened, the younger Winchester emerged in his pyjama pants and shirt “seriously!” He yelped turning away

Dean sighed moving to stand up “relax Sammy were decent” you chuckled as you moved to get up and get changed in the bathroom, Dean following close behind “seriously don’t guys I don’t want a repeat of the hunt back in Chicago” you giggled “I promise Sammy we’ll keep it PG” you and Dean changed into your sleepwear, Dean sporting the same as sam, minus the shirt, he found them to be annoying when it got too hot in bed, you in a pair of shorts and deans old led zeppelin shirt

When you both emerged from the bathroom Sam was already tucked in for the night, all lights off minus the one in the bathroom, you and Dean made your way to the bed getting in either side Dean quickly grabbed your waist tugging you close enough so you could rest your head on his bare chest and tangle your legs together “we’re definitely getting our own room next hunt” Dean whispered kissing the top of your head, you chuckled at his remark closing your eyes “whatever you say Winchester”

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lil repost of one of my personal favs from my old account :))

[yallemagne]

Logan: The Bible said Adam and Eve. So I slept with them both.

“And Adam. And Eve. And a sssecret third thing 🐍.”

I had a vision.

[greenlaut]

tea & dates

continuation of bitter tea & oranges

[ruhlare]

i don't like it when someone is easy to reach. when someone is open to everyone, when literally anyone can get their attention. it is a question of values ​​and principles not to be open to everyone and not to have the need for everyone's attention. people who are easily available won't value soulful connections.

[today-in-the-bunker]

Today, Cas discovers a rust and ivy covered mailbox in the woods near the bunker. The opening is secured with an equally rusty lock, presumably to act in tandem with the box's obscured location to evade non-Men of Letters eyes. Dean, Sam, and Jack all go out to join Cas in the woods after he calls and tells them of his discovery. The arrive to find the angel casually pulling the lock off the box, unsure as to whether the lock was weak from age or if Cas was using his celestial strength. The moment they pry open the door, they are met with years worth of forgotten mail, saturated and wrinkled, having mostly lost their battle to the test of time due to small holes formed in the metal of the box. From what they can make out, these letters came from all around the world, and seemed to mostly contain notes on local supernatural phenomena.

[leclercskiesahead]

Every now and then I remember this

[itellmyselfsecrets]

“Several studies conducted over the past decade or so show that letters of recommendation are another seemingly gender-neutral part of a hiring process that is in fact anything but. One U.S. study found that female candidates are described with more communal (warm; kind; nurturing) and less active (ambitious; self-confident) language than men. And having communal characteristics included in your letter of recommendation makes it less likely that you will get the job, particularly if you're a woman: while 'team-player' is taken as a leadership quality in men, for women the term ‘can make a woman seem like a follower’”. - Caroline Criado Perez (Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Men)

[sirens-alias]

[seasononesam]

ppl always talk about queerbaiting and supernatural but have you ever been sam-is-getting-his-psychic-powers-back-baited bc of 12x04 american nightmare??? bc that shit will kill you