#this was so fun !!

[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

[xiaoks]

art collab with @haoovn

damian lineart and tim rendering by @haoovn

tim lineart and damian rendering by me

lineart under cut:

[ato-dato]

*genders your bent*

[glassrooibos]

FABIAN DON’T DO THAT. THAT’S SCARY.

[writingwife-83]

Omggg the memories!! 😱🫢🥹

Content Creator Interviews #4

Hello again Sherlollians and welcome to our fourth interview! This week @writingwife-83 interviews her friend @thisisartbylexie about art, fanfics and their collaborations. They’ve been brave enough to trust me with an audio file (thanks Lexie for the trans Atlantic IT support :) and below you’ll find a link to the soundcloud file, as well as links (below the cut) to the fan art and fiction they discuss. I hope you all enjoy!

writingwife83 interviews thisisartbylexie

Keep reading

[remorner]

his mind is in a different place,

will everybody please give him a little bit of space?

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second version just because i didn't know which one was best :,)

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and here are the two without the lyrics

[maybmila]

They was cold :3c

More drawings from the fun thingy thing board 🤗

[nipuni]

Photos from the event for the 40th anniversary of the historical Strawberry Train! 🚂 I have a million pictures from this day so expect more! [Part 2] [Part 3]

[mr-malumm]

HBD johnathan egberton 💜💜🕺💨

[simple-persica]

Remembered that I love Overly Sarcastic Productions and I thought it'd be fun to do a screenshot redraw from their Loki video

[hotluncheddie]

eddie, steve

.🥞✨

‘uh, the pancakes with bacon please, extra syrup? thanks.’

eddie knows that order. he makes it every saturday night, so late it’s almost morning.

but he’s never heard that voice before, never heard it so close, right by the pass window.

he swallows. turning from the sink in the back to face out into the diner, someone’s sat at the counter, right across from him.

the most beautiful boy eddie’s ever seen.

he’s looking right at eddie, cheeks slightly pink, fiddling with a still wrapped straw. he looks perfect and cozy and adorable, hair sleep rumpled and in a hoodie that swallows up his soft lines, making him look even softer.

‘coming right up.’ eddie rasps, his own cheeks colouring.

but the boy, he smiles. ducks his head, looks up at eddie through his lashes.

eddie’s a fucking goner.

-

steve can’t believe it. his eyes are even bigger this close up, big and brown and sparkling with life.

his hands are just as nice this close up too, delicate but capable as they move around where steve can see. he sticks his tongue out a little when he concentrates. it’s adorable.

he’s the prettiest guy steve’s ever seen.

he puts steves finished pancakes in the window with a little smile, rings the bell and seems to blush even harder. almost cringing at the sound. it’s makes steve laugh, he’s cute.

and they’re still the best pancakes the midwest has to offer, at denny’s, at 3am. even sober and nervous and exited like he is.

steve can’t help closing his eyes like always when he takes his first bite. always blown away by their sweet fluffy texture. and he makes his way through them a little quicker than normal, without robin to distract him.

they taste as good as normal but he’s right there. right there watching steve eat them. something about it makes him feel shy, barely daring to look up from his plate. but when he does the line cook has the softest smile on his face and steve relaxes, tucks his hand under his hoodie to rest on his stomach like normal. finished his pancakes.

when steve looks up again, the guy is staring at his empty plate, kind of stuck in space. but then he vanished for a moment and the door to the kitchen opens. and he’s coming over, picking up the syrupy plate and he has freckles, bats tattooed on his arm.

he’s so close. he’s so pretty this close.

the prettiest guy steve’s ever seen.

‘eddie?’ steve blurts, exited, finally able to read his name tag. his names eddie.

his name is eddie.

eddie’s cheeks get pink, the tips of his ears. he looks at steve with wide eyes ‘yeah?’ he asks, voice small and confused.

steve grins at him. ‘your names eddie.’ and he watched eddie’s smile bloom, he has dimples.

‘wha’ eddie clears his throat. ‘what’s yours?’ and steve feels his heart burst, feels like sunshine and crisp leaves.

‘steve.’ he says, a little breathless.

‘steve.’ eddie whispers.

‘when do you go on break?’ steve asks, heart beating in his throat.

eddie just shrugs, eyes still wide. ‘whenever. as long as there’s no customers in.’ and steve realises he’s the only one here. it makes him blush more, for some reason.

‘make us another batch?’ he asks, deciding to be brave, leaning over the counter, just to be a little closer. ‘we can share.’ and it’s so worth it. to see the smile grow on eddie’s face, watch him nod, watch a curl slip out of his bun. watch him work his magic through that little pass window. stealing glances at steve as he goes.

-

watching steve enjoy his food is even better close up. even better than eddie could’ve imagined.

they’re sitting in steve’s usual booth, eddie’s where robin normally sits, he finally has a name for the cool girl steve hangs out with. gets to hear a little about how they met, can tell he loves her, so much. it’s sweet, his eyes shining as he talks.

so is the way steve cuts the pancakes, sweet, pushing perfectly stacked mouthfuls towards eddie to have. pancake, bacon, pancake. all covered in syrup, sticky and delicious.

eddie never really even liked pancakes much, more of a waffle guy. but sitting here, watching steve eat them, laughing and smiling at things eddie says. jaw just a little soft, upper lip smattered with hair. watching steve sigh and stretch when they’re done. that hand coming to rest on his stomach again, the way it always does, every saturday night.

eddie knows he’ll always love pancakes.

-

‘how do you get them to be so good?’ steve asks, hand circling eddie’s wrist loosely, stopping him before he goes back to his job, an orders come in, he has to go. but steve needs to ask, wants to know. wants one more moment with him.

eddie smiles, takes steve’s hand and kisses the back of it. and it’s so out of place, at denny’s, at 4 am that steve giggles, almost manic. it’s the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to him.

‘they’re made with love sweetheart.’ eddie says, looking up at him from his bow, kissing his hand again before walking away. the napkin with steve’s number on tucked safely in his back pocket.

steve’s forearm scrawled in the black ink of eddie’s own.

steve goes home and falls straight to sleep. so late its almost morning, like every saturday night.

he dreams of brown eyes, and syrup.

<3

fin.

ty for reading! mwah!

@xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @spectrum-spectre @stevesbipanic @finntheehumaneater @goodolefashionedloverboi @acedorerryn @scoops-aboy86

[blkkizzat]

kali. elaborate on choso's dick😋

pasiiii bby!!! omg yass i would love to expand on bbygyal chosito's ochinchin.

our chositos dick is the perfect size tbh. its not lung penetrating long like gojos or rip your walls thicc like tojis. but clocking in at 7.53 inches long and 5.58 inches in girth (avg girth is 4.8-5.3). so hes still above average but we don't feel like we are dying taking it hfkshfkjsd.

color wise? tip: #db6e79 (you're low key kinda scared how rosy and angry it looks) shaft: f5d8c6 cummies: #fcfbfa

you feel just the tiniest bit of discomfort. i say tiny cause this man is HUGE on foreplay so you will be more than ready and stretched out (i mean it, it dont matter if y'all in the backseat of the car he will BE your seat and want you to ride his face for at least 20 minutes, thats quickie foreplay to him LOL).

his tip is slighty larger though so getting it in or just the tip is a bit of a struggle but its not too bad onces hes inside. there's an upward curve to his dick that deliciously scrapes his tip along your g-spot when he pulls out and slams back in. oh you couldn't squirt before? best believe you a fountain now bitch shdkfdfhbksj.

before you even see his dick you see how hard its thumping in his tattered black jeans. bbygal gets REAL excited at the thought of fucking us and he's not soo overly large where his cock is too heavy to still twitch as much as it does. you will visibly see (and noticeably feel beating against your walls inside) how fiercely his dick twitches in anticipation/excitement of feeling you.

when do you first see his dick, whether he's a virgin or not, you think he's already cummed his pants once you see how the fluids are slowly but steadily dribbling out of his tip. nah, mamas, thats just his pre. you really don't even need lube at all with how wet he gets you and how much pre is coating him. that said, if you thought he leaked a lot of pre out of his pretty little mushroom tip, just wait until that man is cumming inside of you. buckets hoe. BUCKETS. to the point you think there might be something medically wrong with him...

there definitely is something mentally off tho because normally guys that cum as hard as he does (body spasms, pitchy lil whines and throaty moans), would be too sensitive to continue. but he will cry thick tears rolling down his redden cheeks and onto you at the intensity of his sensitivity as he continues to rail into you. which is a good thing too because he definitely came not even one minute in.

yeah our bbygal is a minute man but our lil minute man is a trooper (no actually he just crazy asf for you to the point of masochism) and will stay hard by activating blood manipulation. yeah RIP your coochie, you better start writing the eulogy once this happens.

best to keep our baby in positions facing you so he can every once in a while snap out of his coochie hypnosis by slowing down or speeding up based on your expressions/cries. otherwise with your face stuffed in the pillow and muffled cries, he might go a little overboard in backshots. the jiggling of your ass rippling against his flesh and splashing your fluids like waves will have him transported thinking he is in the middle of a euphoric ocean, losing himself in the motions.

this is why he might not be the biggest or thickest but you will still be just as sore in the morning cause he will fuck you the longest. oh you passed out? don't worry you gave him the somnophilia pass. you don't remember? oh baby, that's cause you were far too fucked out by the time you did. tbf you didn't even remember your own name then.

but don't worry our bbygyal is sweet and is king of aftercare... once you do eventually get that aftercare... in the morning. yeah he also fucked himself unconscious and fell asleep inside you. hugging you tightly to him you're only a tiny bit crushed and overheated. but its okay cause he is so cute the way he is tonguing your nipple and cooing affectionate noises for you like a baby even in his sleep.

just softly pet his hair and try to get a few more minutes of sleep tho... you wouldn't want to wake him just yet.

you're still tired and he will have morning wood you'll have to deal with once he wakes up. ;)

[phantomarine]

dream tiger, but maybe I did it wrong

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[kanakori]

my piece for @its-always-ziney-in-philadelphia ❤️🏳️‍🌈

[ttarksystem]

Checkmate atheists (non-polyhornets shippers)

[constellation-sapphic]

The hermits this MCC ❤️