#the men of letters

[scattered-dreamers]

A hunter??

I’m on Mag 151 - The Big Picture and Simon is talking about his diving bell that a hunter broke.

Now, I know he’s talking about a Hunter as in a chosen of the Hunt, but…1853–the Men of Letters. Hunters

What if they’re in the same universe and hunters are all chosen of the Hunt from birth, they just discover it in different ways. It manifests differently for everyone.

For Sam and Dean; John; Mary was born into the life. Literally her parents were Hunters.

I think it’s a long shot but it’s interesting. Could explain Crowley and Aziraphale, Crowley and Rowena—different Crowley. Lol

Universes bleeding into each other.

[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]

[hinamie]

green

[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 🖤

[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.

[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 :))

[leclercskiesahead]

Every now and then I remember this

[greenlaut]

tea & dates

continuation of bitter tea & oranges

[softfawnbaby]

come cuddle with me ♡ ☁️

[stargrltara]

𝒞𝒪𝒲𝐵𝒪𝒴 II

MDNI 18+ ( guys this is filth )

Logan was primal. Feasting on your lips like a starved animal as he bit and drew blood from your plump lips before licking a line to soothe the bruising area. “Fuck— you taste so good..” he murmured between kisses, and you could barely distinguish what he was saying as each word was muffled in your mind, a strange haze.

“..makes me w’na mark you up,” he leaned his head down, dipping his tongue between your jawline and laying open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin. “..make you mine.” his voice was low, filthy and raw. You could sense how badly he wanted this, how much he ached everywhere, the now stiff hard-on in his jeans now grinding against your thigh, causing unholy thoughts to flood your mind.

Your manicured nails scratched along his scalp, scraping and soothing through his locks, earning rough grunts from him. “mm..” you whimpered, so needy and desperate for him. He knew, he knew you wanted it so bad. He could smell the slick sticking to your panties, the way your thighs rubbed together to form some sort of friction, some sort of release. He pulled away from your neck, maroon marks arising on your flesh.

His hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer to him, to the edge of the cold countertop. Your back arched at the feeling of his rough hands gripping onto you so firmly, and he grinned though there was true lust beneath his orbs.

A single claw came out, and he swiftly cut through your perky shorts. Your eyes shot up at him in disbelief, and he chuckled with hunger. “—cant have ‘ya walkin’ around showin’ off your ass to everyone, hm?” you just nodded at his assertiveness, his voice echoing making you melt in his grip. “..gonna beat em up f’me if they do?” you challenged, voice slurred as you were already lightly fucked out just by the burning desire brewing in your chest.

You peeled off your shirt, tossing it across the kitchen and he groaned at the sight of your tits. All pretty and perky; of course you chose today not to wear a bra. “..i’d fucking break them.” He groaned at the thought of another man seeing you like this, seeing your pretty body all on display for him. He wondered what kind of man he was in his past life to deserve such a goddess. “—‘nd then i’d take you,” he huffed, “—fuck you hard right in front of them..”

He leaned in, inhaling your scent and cupping your tits in his big hands before scratching his beard across the bud, rolling your other nipple between his thumbs as his tongue came out to flick at the one in his sight. “..jus’ to get a rise outta em—“ he moaned against your skin.

Your pants were heavenly, and his name rolled off lips between stammered breathes. He loved making you feel good like this, he needed to hear more. You felt him quickly pull away from you, resulting in an empty gasp from your throat. “Logan.. wha—“ you tilted your head, eyes beggining to reopen , now glaring at his stance between your thighs.

The burn was erotic. The way his beard scratched and tickled your inner thighs, you were gasping and trembling beneath him. He laid sweet kisses all over your skin, though there was nothing sweet about the way his teeth sunk into you, heat rising from you and your pants echoing the four walls.

He inhaled again, smelling your sweet aroma, “Jesus, sugar. You’re gonna be the death of me..” he moaned into your thighs before ripping off your panties and devouring your cunt.

“Ahh—!!” Your eyes immediately shut again, hands now flying down to his hair, this time gripping for dear life, almost ripping out his locks. The abruptness was electrifying. The way his tongue flicked over your bud and one of his hands escaped your thighs to come down and slide your slick across your clit.

“I need this. I need you.” he groaned into your clit, nose nudging at your hole as his voice vibrates through your body. Your back arched off of the counter, and his free hands flew down to your stomach, keeping you pressed down.

He took away his fingers from your clit, and firmly wrapped his whole arms around your thighs, keeping them pressed up against the sides of his head as he savoured your juices, sucking and licking at your bud and dipping his tongue inside your hole.

Intense pain but overwriting pleasure erupts over the skin of your thighs, red washing over. Logan’s tongue had just left a trail of glistening spit, and you cry out as he immersed back into your cunt. It sets you ablaze, and you find yourself panting and rolling your hips at a rhythm into him. “Logan !! —Lo— Logan..”

You couldn’t stop moaning his name, it felt so good. The way you voiced it over and over again like a prayer. “Don’t stop— fuck !!” You almost screamed when he dipped two fingers straight into your hole with no warning, and your walls immediately squeezed and fluttered at his fingers, caging him in.

His tongue was merciless and sinful, holding no pity for your state. You were literally seeing stars while he devoured you, your fingers scratching and pulling at his scalp, only egging him on. His fingers were pushing in and out of you rapidly, aiming for intensity and a mess.

He kept pushing his head deeper into your juices and sucking on your bud. You were squirming, a lot. And he noticed. “Stop fuckin’ moving, honey.” he groaned into you, and you couldn’t process it , you kept squirming still and that’s when he laid a slap on your pussy.

“Huh—“ you breathed as he glared up at you, and god was he a sight. Face smeared in your juices, beard dripping in slick and eyes hooded with hunger and crave. “Keep movin’ and you’ll hurt.” his voice was deep, laced in lust. though he kept his sentence short, there was clear warning behind his words. “..trust me.”

“ ‘m sorry, Logan.” You whimpered, hips jerking as his fingers stopped inside of you, his eyes narrowed before he went back to eating you out like you were his last meal. He groaned into your cunt intensely, almost animalistic while your gasps were short and breathy, when you kept pulling at his head away from your cunt though the only thing you wanted was to keep him there.

He curled his fingers inside of you, a pool of spit leaving his lips as it ran down your folds and your inner thighs. He plunged it inside of you with his fingers in and out repeatedly while you were moaning so loudly you were sure roommate wasn’t having a better time than you.

You were so close, and he knew. Though he never slowed, infact he only got harder and faster. “Come for me, baby.” He kisses at your folds softly, making your walls flutter around his thick digits before he dipped back in, tongue sucking and flicking along your clit. “—make a mess.” you were moaning so loudly, literally screaming to the point he had to shove his fingers that was gripping your thighs into your mouth.

You sucked on his warm fingers, muffling your pornographic screams before you orgasmed so hard. Your juices rolled down his face, and down your thighs as he licked and cleaned you up with his tongue. “So fuckin’ pretty.” he muttered to himself, and you were so fucked out, eyes hooded with tiredness and fingers unravelling from his hair.

You were pretty tired, breathing heavily as you stayed seated on the countertop, now swiping stray hairs from your face as he stood between your opened thighs. He kissed you hard and deep, full of passion as you moaned at the taste of you on his lips.

You caught your breath as he pulled away sharply, and you heard the clinking off his belt to the ground. The loud noise sending chills down your spine in anticipation. Logan grabbed you and shoved you off of the counter with a grunt, before pinning his full body weight onto you and bending you over the cold marble.

“Fuck..” he groaned, firmly holding onto your thighs from behind as he used his other hand to shove your head into the counter, face mushed on the chilled surface. “—y’ look so good like this.. g’na take me from behind like a good girl..?” his voice was an intimate whisper, edged with hunger and ambition.

You nodded, whimpering pathetically onto the countertop, so eager, wiggling your ass into the air ready to take him.

You felt it. He was massive. He was barely in, his pink mushroom tip that was already leaking precum pushed past your folds, collecting your slick and he dipped himself into you slowly, teasingly. You whined at the feeling of his fat cock struggling to get into you, just the thought of himself inside of you making you wetter and wetter.

“Shit.. ‘s a shame I gotta stretch this perfect pussy.” he scoffed, no mercy in his voice as he slammed into you without warning, one hand on your hips pulling your ass into him and the other shoving your head down with each harsh thrust.

“Ahh—“ you could barely moan, the wind knocked out of your lungs as he pushed deeper, harder as his pace picked up. His thrusts were impressively consistent, but your walls kept fluttering and squeezing him in. His name was on your lips, and he grunted into your ear which only made the lewd noises of your pussy enhance.

His grunts were animalistic, like he was trying to prove something, some sort of dominance. Every snap of his hips hitting your spongey spot inside you, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

You’re pulled from the broken cries escaping your lips as he grips onto a fistful of your hair, pulling you flush against him, hips never commencing. “look at you,” he growls, tone rugged, “bet you’re lovin’ this, aren’t ya? ” you sob his name, nodding shamefully, though that’s not enough for him.

He shoves your head back down into the counter, and you take it as a clear warning, he began to impale into your guts, gripped your ass harshly, his fingertips left bruising marks. “oh! fuck, fuck—!!“ your voice forming melodic, breathy gasps. Sweat beaded at his forehead as he deliberately drove into you without mercy, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. your back arching beneath him as he pounds into you, unethical sounds filled the atmosphere and consuming the both of you.

“fallin’ apart on my cock,” he scoffed, shaking his head and ramming his hips harder at your sudden pleading. “—Yes, Logan, so..mm!! —good..” your voice was trembling, and so were your legs as you were struggling to stay upright. You could feel him inside of you so deep, so raw.

You didn’t think he could get any rough, but he laid a harsh smack onto your ass, skin reddening and he leaned down to lick a small stripe up the bruised area. “..that’s it.” he growled, “fuckin’ —ahh.. take it,” logan felt the way your walls squeezed him at the way he muttered filthy words at you, and it only fuelled his arousal, that’s when his hips snapped so hard you felt yourself choking on your own moans.

His forearm wrapped around your neck, and he brought your head up to his, flush against his chest as he head your every moan, every whimper. “—want the whole mansion to hear you, baby.” His breath fanned against your ear as he moaned lowly, almost vulnerably. “..let em’ hear how drunk you are on my cock.” our arms fluttered down to his sides, his but quickly clawed at his bicep as you felt your airflow begin to decrease.

It was all so intense, the flame inside of you burning hotter and brighter as you were so close. He was about to come, you could feel his dick twitch inside of you. You breathed his name, panting and sad you were high off adrenaline. “Gonna come in ya’, sugar,” he leaned into your ear, licking and biting at your lobe, “you want that?”

“Yes—!! oh, fuck,” you screamed his name, voice strained as you came so hard, juices running down the thick veins of his cock. “That’s it, honey. “ he groaned, about to cum just at the feeling of your come running down his length.

When he finally came, it was electric. Both of your bodies jolting with aftershocks after he moaned deliciously into your ears, “mm— shit..” you heard every whimper and whine in his voice as he released into you, eyes closing in satisfaction.

As he pulled out of you, the sting was harsh, though the emptiness was even harsher. You tried to catch your breath, but he stole your oxygen as he leaned in for one last heavy, yearning kiss, leaving you both breathless at the end as a line of spit connected your lips.

“..took it like a champ, doll.” he smirked through his heavy pants, as you turned around, fingers dancing through his messy beard.

“I can handle you, cowboy.”

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a/n: ummm guyssss. is this good?? idk i hope so. love u all !! enjoy — xoxo. T.

[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.