#tho I don't think that's dean's voice

[egipci]

Hi Em!!!! Happy Dadfucker Friday <3

There’s a very popular picture in the John/Dean community of a guy with a dirty boot print on his chest. Can you tell us a little bit about how that boot print got there? (Eg. was it consensual? Was it a punishment? Was it a sex thing? Did Dean ask for it? etc.) Thank you!!! <3

Cannabutter

What happened was, the first time, they were somewhere in rural Colorado, like near the mountains, and Dad had been gone for a couple of weeks on a case, and there was a girl. This girl, let’s call her Maggie, she was over one night in the little townhouse where they were staying, and she’d brought these brownies with her. And the brownies were really good, like objectively very fucking good brownies, fudgy at the center, etc., and Dean was hungry, had been eating mac and cheese everyday for a week straight, or you know, like feeling snacky or whatever, and he was seventeen, plus the girl was hot, and they were sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch and he had sort of a lot of brownies. Like, half a sheet of those things. So good were these brownies he was like, “Yo, these brownies are so good. What’s in these brownies?” and it was all the usual stuff, of course, eggs, cocoa, sugar, etc. but you had to use brown sugar, that was the key. “You get the brown sugar,” she said, “and then you whisk in the cannabutter,” and he said, “A canna what?” And she said, “The cannabutter,” and he said, “Oh,” and as he said that he felt it, his heart banging against his ribs and face warming up, a shiver between his shoulder blades. And she was like, one of those hippy chicks with hippy parents and she and her parents smoked pot together or whatever, like they grew it themselves and made butter and tea and whatnot. And he said, “Oh, cool, my dad and I are really close too. He’s coming back soon,” except he couldn’t be sure if he’d actually said any of that or if he’d only thought it, and he must have been freaking out a little because she put her hand on his arm all fucking solicitous and asked, “Are you okay?” and of course he said yes, because she was hot, plus the roofies had felt different. And when he smiled at her she kissed him and pushed him to his back and got on top of him, put her hands under his shirt. And that was nice for a while, making out and her kissing up on his neck and pulling his shirt off.

Then: the sound of the car, and the girl whispering conspiratorially, “Is that your dad?” And at that point he was shaking and trying not to shake and he said, very seriously, “You have to go now,” like a freaking chick from a movie where the dad chases away all the boyfriends. And then he was vaguely aware of her getting up and putting on her shoes and saying something to Dad on the way out, and Dean thought if he got up he might throw up or something and Dad would find out how fucked up he was. So he just stayed there very still on the floor in front of the couch. Pretending to be asleep so that when Dad saw him he’d just leave him there. And Dad was moving around, taking off his jacket and washing his hands, etc., and Dean could feel him coming closer, to kill him or something probably, his boots making the floorboards creak, until he stood right there over Dean, and then he bent down with a grunt and stood up again, his knees cracking twice. And of course, because it was Dad and he’d been away so long, Dean opened his eyes and looked up, overjoyed to see him, having missed him so much, and Dad held the ziplock with the rest of those brownies up to his face, and he said, “Oh, man,” and just his voice made heat flash everywhere, sent Dean white-hot like a magnesium flare. “Dad,” he said, and Dad said, “Come on, dude. Get up.” And Dean said, “Dad. Dad, I’m so high,” and saying more than three words sent him laughing hysterically that something popped in his neck, or almost, and Dad toed his shoulder, said, “Get to bed,” except even then he didn’t sound super serious, like if Dean could see his face he would find him smiling, because he can tell things like that just by hearing Dad’s voice. And then, out of nowhere, Dad just put his foot right over Dean’s chest, almost straight across, but diagonal a little, with his boot still on, and like, shook him, like you would put your hand on someone’s shoulder and then rattle them a little. And the ridges on the sole were hard and wet from the dewy soil outside, but Dean’s hand latched around Dad’s ankle, over the boot, and then up around his skinny shin under the leg of his jeans, and Dad let him, just pressed his foot down hard. Not hard enough that Dean couldn’t breathe but there, good, like when he’d hold Dean down with his hands on his chest or his back, except even better because he was high as shit and the tip of Dad’s toe was grinding against his nipple, painful almost, but he could feel it everywhere, like this current to his balls, but it wasn’t just that, it was that it was Dad standing there over him, holding him down, watching him, and he made this embarrassing sound, whiny, so humiliating he couldn’t even do anything about it except call out for Dad again, and Dad said, “You’re good,” and his voice was so low it made Dean shiver, because he liked watching Dean and he was watching him now, even spread out pathetic on the floor Dad liked watching him, wanted to watch him even like this, even as he held onto Dad’s leg with one hand and unbuttoned his jeans with the other and pulled his dick out and his balls over the elastic of his boxers and came so hard in twelve seconds flat, even then Dad liked him. 

[little-diable]

My Greatest Fear - Dean Winchester (smut)

Don't say I didn't warn y'all. Inspired by Benson Boone's new song "My Greatest Fear". Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean broke things off with the reader years ago, the biggest mistake of his life. But when Sam tells his brother that (y/n) is getting married, Dean knows it's time to make things right. He won't leave this life behind without being able to call her his once again.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, ex-lovers to lovers, some angst, lots of fluff tho, reader is a runaway bride

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (3k words)

Got a lot on my mind that keeps me up at night, I’m tossing and turning, thinking that my life’s gone to waste

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Dean shot the waitress a big smile as she placed his breakfast down, blushing as the handsome man winked at her. The older Winchester brother was too focused on his food to pick up on the uneasiness radiating off Sam, to focus on the sadness swimming in his brother’s pupils. 

“Fuck, that’s good.” Dean’s moans rumbled through him as he ate the greasy deliciousness, sipping on his coffee every now and then. It took him a while to lift his gaze, to allow his green eyes to focus on Sam’s untouched breakfast, forcing Dean’s eyebrows to furrow in confusion. “Not hungry? Shouldn’t you eat something after a long run?” 

“Mhm,” Sam’s eyes were focused on the window, unable to look at his brother any longer. His heart clenched in his chest, his mind was racing faster than it had in the past months, struggling to part his lips. 

“Sam,” Dean’s raspy voice forced Sam’s eyes back towards his older brother, unable to hold eye contact for long. “What’s wrong?” 

Dean had put down his breakfast burger while taking another sip of coffee. He patiently waited for Sam to speak, to spill whatever was visibly plaguing him. But Sam kept quiet, deeply inhaling as if he had to muster the strength to speak. Dean repeated his brother’s name, much quieter this time around, gentle almost – as if he had finally realised that whatever Sam was about to speak would hurt them both. 

“I received an email this morning.” It was a whisper, nothing more, words so obscurely simple that Dean couldn’t help but laugh. But Sam didn’t give in, killing Dean’s hope that Sam was simply fucking with him. Something heavy was about to claw through Sam, something heavy that could determine the outcome of this very day. “It was from Mary, (y/n)’s sister.”

Now it was on Dean to freeze, not expecting his brother to speak her name. Their eyes met, urging Sam to keep on speaking, to tell his brother about the email he had opened with shaky fingers, freezing in his step as he read the words she had written to him. 

“(Y/n)’s getting married, Dean.” Sam was forced to watch Dean sink back into the seat, arms crossed in front of his chest, uneasy eyes staring down at the table. And for a moment, neither of them spoke, letting the words sink in – words that had been Dean’s greatest fear ever since he had left her all these years ago. 

He had been stupid back then, too childish for his own good. Guided by his father’s words, he had dropped (y/n) and the life they could have lived together. His father had made pretty promises, telling his young son of women awaiting him, women he shouldn’t miss out on because of a marriage that would only tie him to (y/n), away from all the fun he could experience. The greatest mistake of his life, a mistake he hated himself for every single day. 

“That’s good for her. I’m happy she found somebody who treats her right.” The words pained Dean to speak, rolling off his tongue with a sharp edge that left Sam cringing. His hand found Dean’s forearm, gently squeezing his brother’s arm in a gesture so unfamiliar, Dean had to stop himself from shaking off Sam’s hand. 

“Dean, I’ve always loved her like a sister, I only want what’s best for her. But you’re my brother, I know how much not having her around scars you, I see it every day on your face. Get her back, try it at least.” 

Of all the things that I've been afraid to lose, my greatest fear of all is losing you

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“I shouldn’t do this.” They were parked in front of the small church, eyes watching the big crowd of unfamiliar faces. Both Dean and Sam were wearing a suit, knowing that they had to blend in with the wedding guests to find their way to (y/n). “Why should she take me back? Why should she even listen to me?”

“Dean, if there is one thing I know it’s that she still loves you. Let’s get your girl back.” Sam was first to step out into the warm morning, eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses as they walked up to the crowd. He felt Dean close, not daring to speak up with his choked-up throat, with his heart pounding in his chest, knowing that this would be his only shot to make things right for once in his life. 

“Mary!” Sam’s voice echoed through the air, eyes focused on the frame of (y/n)’s sister. The young woman flung herself into Sam’s open arms, chuckling into his neck as he held her close for a moment. A moment too long for Dean who was growing more antsy with every passing second. 

“Thank you for coming. She’s making a mistake, Sam. You’re my only hope with this.” The words left Dean frozen, confused eyes flickering between his brother and Mary. He hadn’t read the email Mary had sent to Sam, hadn’t asked any further questions about the man (y/n) was about to marry, trusting that he was somebody she loved. “Come, I’ll bring you to her.”

“What the fuck man?” Dean growled the words at Sam as he followed them through the crowd and towards a small house built near the church. Sam fell into pace with his brother, watching Mary lead them towards the place where (y/n) was currently getting ready. 

“Well, you didn’t think I’d let you do this without knowing (y/n) would willingly leave her fiancé, did you? I wouldn’t destroy her happiness just like that, Dean.” Realistically, Dean should have known that Sam wouldn’t just push him into this without knowing that there was a chance to get her back. Sam had hated him for a while after he had left (y/n), punishing Dean for breaking her heart at any given chance, a broken bond that had needed months to be repaired. 

“(Y/n)? I brought two special guests.” Mary’s voice echoed through the small cabin, ringing in the brother’s ears as they waited outside. Dean felt his hands tremble, forced to let go of deep exhales as Mary opened the door for them, allowing them to step inside. His eyes were drawn to (y/n)’s like a moth to a flame, and his world stopped spinning, unable to focus on anything but her.

It took (y/n) a second to react, seemingly confused about the appearance of the two hunters she hadn’t seen in years. She was pulled into a hug by Sam, giving Dean another moment to admire her, the white dress she wore – a sight he had only seen in his dreams, imagining this very day, with him waiting at the altar for her. Dreams that had evaporated into a hazy nothingness the day he had left her. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” She sank into Dean’s grasp, clinging to him as if he hadn’t been the man who had broken her heart all these years ago. He watched his brother and Mary leave the cabin, giving the two some time alone as they kept on holding one another. 

“What are you doing here, Dean?” (Y/n) mumbled the words against the fabric of his suit jacket, not caring about smudging her make-up, not caring about anything but the way Dean held her close – as if he hadn’t ever stopped holding her. Carefully, Dean let her go, needing to give them some distance for the words he was about to speak, knowing that this could escalate any moment now. 

“I can’t let you marry another man without telling you that leaving you was my greatest mistake. A life without you has always been my biggest fear, I was stupid, so fucking stupid, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have listened to Dad, I should have married you right that day. And I hate myself for not doing it, for letting you go when you have always been my whole world. I know there is no chance for me to make things right, and even though Sammy and Mary hope that I will sweep you off of your feet and bring you back home to us, I know I can’t.” Tears dripped from her eyes, tears (y/n) didn’t care to wipe away. 

“I hated you for years, you broke me, Dean. You took away my life, my friends, the people I had grown to love. You ripped my heart right out of my chest, and even though I tried to fight for it, to regain its strength, I miserably failed. I should curse you, should tell you to fuck off and never show your face to me again. But I can’t. For Christ’s sake, Dean. What are we doing here?” He cupped her face with shaking fingers, letting his forest-green eyes run over her gorgeous face. 

“I want to kill him for getting a chance to love you, time that has been wasted because of me. But I don’t want to take another choice from you. If you want to marry him, I will watch from the first row, hell, I’ll even carry your veil.” His voice shook as he whispered the words, growing tense as (y/n) rested her hands on top of his, still cupping her cheeks.

“And if I don’t want to marry him?” 

……

I'm scared to take another picture of you, 'cause I'm scared to have another thing that I can lose, oh, dear, who am I without you here?

“I thought you were taking me home, where are we going?” Her laughter echoed through Baby, eyes set on Dean’s grinning features. They had left the church a while ago, running away like she had secretly hoped they would. (Y/n) had always been a dreamer, a dreamer who had pictured that very moment since the day it had dawned on her – about to marry a man she didn’t love. A man who wasn’t Dean Winchester. 

“We’ve got another thing to take care of first, I am not losing any more time.” Baby screeched to a halt in front of a pink church, a sight that left (y/n) confused, and Dean and Sam chuckling. They made their way into the church, with her fingers interlaced with Dean’s, with her white wedding gown clinging to her frame, with his suit hugging his frame. 

“Dean, Sam, I didn’t think I’d ever get to see you two around here!” An elderly man greeted them with a big smile. His brown eyes were drawn to (y/n)’s almost instantly, with a knowing smile growing on his lips – a smile that had an almost proud touch to it. “That’s her, huh? Took you quite some time, didn’t it.” “(Y/n), that’s Danny, an old friend of ours we met on a hunt. He could wed us, with Sammy as our witness, if you’ll have me.” Her heart had stopped beating, skipping a few beats as Dean’s words sank in. Her teary eyes found his and with a laugh clawing through her, she pressed a kiss to his lips, drawing a groan out of Dean, who tried to prolong the kiss for as long as possible. 

“I will always have you, Dean.” She was pulled towards the altar, unable to stop her tears from dripping as Danny began speaking a prayer she paid no attention to. All (y/n) could do was study Dean, the love swimming in his pupils, the way he looked at her as if she was his sun, alighting the darkest days with her mere presence. A soul crafted for his to hold onto, to love till their time together would eventually run out. 

“Do you have any rings?” Danny’s soft voice ripped (y/n) out of her thoughts, about to whisper a soft, disappointed “No”, but before she could even part her lips, Sam excitedly spoke up. Her eyes watched the tall Winchester brother, how he reached for his breast pocket to expose a small envelope to her glassy eyes. Wordlessly he pushed it towards Dean, who opened it with an unwavering smile stuck to his lips. 

“I bought these rings years ago, sure to eventually push yours down on your finger. I am sorry it took me this long.” Her sob left Dean chuckling, exposing his also teary eyes to hers. She had held onto all these longings for years, mere dreams that were now finally turning real – as if she was just sleeping through another longing. 

But, you're here, now, and that makes it better, somehow

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“Let me.” Dean’s soft voice filled his bedroom. He was standing behind (y/n), carefully helping her out of her wedding dress with his gaze focused on the ring clinging to his finger. The past hours had flown by all too quickly, turning her from a runaway bride into his wife. His wife. A title so unfamiliar, Dean had to fight against the urge to pinch himself.

His for eternity. His to love. His to worship. 

“I love you, Dean.” (Y/n) whispered her words as she stepped out of her dress, exposing her underwear-clad frame to his hungry eyes. She was pulled into a teeth-chasing kiss, a kiss dripping with emotions that made her feel all too dizzy, having to hold onto Dean before she could be ripped into another dimension. 

“I love you too, sweetheart. And I’m so fucking sorry for missing out on this for years.” He pressed her down on the mattress, giving her a show as he slowly undressed. Her body was aching for him, needing to feel Dean close after all these long years apart. 

“Stop apologising with words and show me that you truly mean them.” His lips kissed her chest, the valley between her breasts as he undid her bra, exposing her hardening nipples to his twinkling eyes. Dean could cum just from the sight of her naked frame, a sight he had only seen in his dreams for the past years, not daring to imagine being this fortunate again. 

“God, you’re so beautiful. I promise to worship you for as long as you want me to.” Dean’s raspy words vibrated on her skin, covering her body with goosebumps as he kneaded her soft flesh. His cock was pressed against her clothed heat, drawing moans from her whenever he moved against her heat, desperate for the kind of friction that left them both trembling.

“I need you inside of me, Dean.” Her raspy whispers left him groaning against her skin as she raised her hips to help him pull her damp panties down her legs. Just this morning, (y/n) had imagined this very moment, knowing that she’d think of Dean when her husband touched her, a loveless marriage she would have been trapped in. 

“Are you still on birth control?” (Y/n) could only nod her head, mind taken up by the feeling of his wandering hands, keeping her pressed against him. Dean's cock twitched against her naked cunt, brushing through her arousal-covered folds to coat himself, “I love you, and I’ll do my best to prove it to you for the rest of our lives.”

“I love you too, Dean.” He pushed into her with a groan, forehead falling against hers as she fluttered around him. It felt as if he had entered paradise, falling to rest on clouds covering his body. She was his Elysium, his safe haven, the one where Dean could be the truest version of himself. 

He moved slowly at first, both needed some time to adjust to one another after all these years, but the second their bodies relaxed, properly enjoying one another’s closeness, Dean began to move faster. Their bodies met with every thrust, eyes holding a contact so intense, (y/n) feared her heart would explode right in her chest. 

Dean was taking his time with her, this wasn’t a rushed fuck to make up for all the time lost, no, it was so much more. This was the purest form of love, a one-of-a-kind love both had clung to in lonely nights, with wandering minds and trembling hands. This is what they had been destined to have, years ago – a love they were now rediscovering. 

“You feel so good, baby.” He felt her clenching around his cock, drawing another gritty sound out of Dean. (Y/n) was long gone, pushed into another dimension where she only knew Dean, nothing but his love, his touch, his irrevocable longing for her. Sensations she was taken hostage by, unable to shake them. 

His warm fingertips found her pulsing bundle, circling it with just enough pressure to draw his name out of her. (Y/n) could feel her orgasm slithering its way up her body, whispering to her to hold onto her husband, and with her fingernails clawed into Dean’s shoulders, she came. He followed her right down the edge, moaning against her lips as their bodies were moulded together. 

“Fuck, we’ll have to do that all through the night, husband.” (Y/n) whispered the words as a few heavy pants left her, making a laugh claw out of Dean who chased her slightly swollen lips for another kiss. 

“Trust me, I won’t let you leave our bed for weeks, wife.” 

Don't know how the broken pieces fit together if you leave it, so, don't go, don't go, I would take your hand if I could reach it

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Cowboys

m Stoker: i've got a great story for you all tonight Koontz: dracula? Stoker: no dean it's not dracula Barker: you have other stories besides dracula? Stoker: Stoker: yes clive i do have other stories Barker: damn big if true!

Stoker: what are you implying clive? i have plenty of stories! Stoker: i'm not some one hit wonder like mary Mary Shelley: whoa there cowboy Shelley: maybe you wanna back that the fuck up? Stoker: i'm sorry mary, i didn't mean it Stoker: clive got me all riled up

Barker: tho bram does raise an interesting point Shelley: oh does he? does he raise an interesting point? and what would that point be clive? Shelley: think real careful before you answer Barker: i Shelley: real careful Shelley: real fuckin careful Barker: Barker: i withdraw the point

Shelley: i wrote plenty of stories Shelley: not my fault you lot only wanna hear frankenstein all the fuckin time Stoker: see? that's exactly what i'm saying King: ah jeez we're sorry guys King: it's just that, ya know… King: dracula! frankenstein! King: they're so iconic King: they just distract us from all the other stories that you guys apparently wrote

Stoker: that's better Stoker: i didn't JUST write dracula Stoker: i also wrote the lair of the white worm Barker: oh yeah we all remember THAT one Poe: clive

Koontz: do the song! Stoker: the song's not in the story Barker: oh but the song does slap Poe: dean loves the song Poe: we all love the song Stoker: Stoker: siiigh Stoker: [clapping, tapping foot] ohhhh john dampton went a-fishin', a-fishin' by the weir…

Stoker: you all remember the cowboy in dracula? King: of course! the cowboy was the best part! Stoker: well, what would you say if i wrote a story that was ALL cowboys? King: King: so like a western? Stoker: a what?

Stoker: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the shoulder of shasta Stoker: a rollicking romance of the old west starring city gal Esse Elstree and rootin' tootin' cowpoke Grizzly Dick- Barker: wait Barker: haha wait Barker: wait ha ha ha ha i'm sorry Barker: what was ha ha ha Barker: what ha ha ha ha

Barker: haha what was that name again ha ha Stoker: Grizzly Dick Barker: hoo ha ha ha oh my GOD Barker: ha ha ha Barker: edgar ha ha Barker: edgar don't you ha ha ha Barker: don't you have anything to say ha ha hoo Poe: cliiiivfffffppppphhhbbttttttahhaah ha ha

Stoker: what's so funny? Barker: nothinggggha ha ha Stoker: do you think there's something funny about Grizzly Dick? Barker: ha ha haaa

Stoker: Grizzly Dick is the best part of the story! Barker: ha ha haaaaaa Stoker: I love Grizzly Dick! Grizzly Dick is my favorite part! Stoker: my wife loves Grizzly Dick!! Barker: hahahahohgodi'mdying

Stoker: next you're going to act like there's something funny about Esse Elstree's stern governess Stoker: miss gimp Barker: HA HAH HAHAAAAA

Stoker: i'm not going to tell the story if you're going to laugh Barker: haha ok ok i'll stop Stoker: ok good Stoker: so anyway Grizzy Dick says Stoker: [ridiculous cowboy voice] "HOWDY PARDNA YIPPEE KAI YAY GIT ON A ROOTIN AND A TOOTIN-" Barker: AHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Robert E Howard: ain't nothin funny about this, hombre

[prentissluvr]

i dont have all of my sam thots and dean thoughts just yet but I had to send in this bc I completely forgot about meg! sam

and its a damn shame that we didn't see more of that bc it solidified my stance on being a sam girlie

we got at least 3 episodes of demon dean (i have not seen him yet i've only heard about it) but we got like less than half an hour with meg! sam and honestly we deserved more with him

meg! sam made me feel lots of things LOLL

(i wanted to be jo SO BAD in that episode LMAO)

now i need your thots on him please :p

KJDFSJL NO BECAUSE... NOOO I CANT thinking about the amount of meg!sam edits i've seen in the past few days. thinking about the one saved in my camera roll. thinking about throwing up pissing my pants projectile vomiting and passing the fuck out. i reiterate tho, i'm normal!! i'm so so so normal and i don't feel things about it!!!!!!!

i'm honestly still like borderline unsure about how nsfw i want to get on this blog, but uhhh i'm just gonna start typing and see where my dirty fucking mind takes me!

cw : highly suggestive!! no smut, but still absolutely no minors!! MDNI!! contains condescending/mean/possessed sam, but also sweet sam too <33. use of gendered terms, but it is gender inclusive to fem, masc, and gn as much as i could make it! horrible writing it's genuinely just me going feral :))

sooo basically for me the worst (best) part of meg!sam was his voice! it's so bad (never have i ever heard anything hotter in my life). IDK I DONT EVEN THINK I CAN FORM A COHERENT THOUGHT OVER THIS NOT GONNA LIE. uhm uhhh ummmm uhhhh uhmmmm.

so basically so basically, essentially, wwowowowowowowowifjhshf alright lets focus on one thing at a time.

we'll start with that goddamn voice of his. the way it goes from teasing, condescending to deeper, more gravelly and matter-of-fact and then back to condescending LIKE WHOO IM GONNA NEED TO TAKE A LAP. idk just thinking about his large hand on the back of your head, maybe tangled in your hair if the way you wear it allows for that, and his veiny forearm visible through your peripheral vision as he says "open up.. that's a girl" like he did to jo😭😭😭 (or he's says "thaaat's it" to keep things gender neutral, dragging out the "that's" for an extra second, that extra gravel in his condescending tone).

and while this is in possessed!sam context, he'd definitely say things like that normally, i do personally envision him to be less condescending and more sincere. either way, hot as fuck if you ask me. also this isn't meg!sam, but in season seven he says "good girl" and i do listen to that clip several times a day, i am so serious when i say that and i have no shame about it!! i have daddy issues so i do not care!!! so yeah he also says good girl/boy/whatever variation you enjoy best <3 uhmmm yeah but the main point is his hot as fuck voice, right next to your ear with his breath tickling you sensitive skin. especially with that whisper. oh god the whisper😭 and along with "that's a girl," there's atta girl and he'd use that one too so i'll go die in a hole :))) but yeah he genuinely thinks you're so good for him so expect that praise, whether you want it sweet or mean.

then we also have his facial expressions!! the smirk he uses to rile you up or that he flashes you, all mean and haughty because he knows he's getting to you. the fake pity too!! lord help me, once again the utterly fake pity just falls under that condescending persona that was so hot about meg!sam. i'm just gonna use photo evidence and you can imagine him looking at you like that!! enjoy!

last thing i have to say about meg!sam is manhandling!! ahahaahahahaahahah i'm normal and okay!! (this is a cry for help i need him so bad). um yeah while i hate the context of the manhandling of jo in the episode because it's crossing so many boundaries, i will still enjoy the fact that he is hot. so yeah! have fun thinking about sam whirling you around and pinning you between his chest and nearest surface, hand on your forehead to tilt your chin up and give him full access to the skin of your neck. his other hand is pinning your wrist to whatever surface is behind you, and your own free hand is tangled in his hair and he lays wet, desperate kisses all over your neck and collarbone. that's all hahahahaha :)))) feeling so sane right now!!

[v3nusxsky]

Can i ask for a lady lesso x reader fic thats just really fluffy soft smut, but heavy on the breeding kink, magic cock, and praise kink please? Maybe some cuminflation if youre comfy with writing that, but if not just ignore that part!! <333

Be my Good Girl 18+

*Authors note~I love these and I had to combine them which I’m so glad I did I hope you don’t mind*

Trigger warnings~ breeding kink magic cock praise kink thigh riding overstimulation slight cum inflation? Mommy kink

Prompt~ see ask ^^^^

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Tumblr anon~ Hi so would you be able to right something for lesso with thigh riding and overstimulation please x

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Tumblr anon~ Hhheeey Think you can do a ladylesso x FM reader from me ...just smut, can we have lesso stretch reader out a bit. Have reader unable to move or talk Super soft fluffy lesso ending plz tho

Teasing the dean of evil wasn't exactly your best idea. Thats exactly why you ended up straddling her toned thigh while she completely ignored your existence, hips rutting against her thigh as you desperately tried to find some relief, something, anything just more.

"Come now pet, I thought you were going to be good for mommy?" She purred not even sparring you a second glance, "don't tell me your so sensitive already? Thought you said you were in control of it love?" Leonora knew that although this was pleasurable for you it would not be enough to get you off and that's what she wanted. She wanted you to be on the edge, desperately begging for her to soothe the ache. "Mommy please" you whined hoping to finally distract her from her work. "Alright sweet girl, go and knell on the centre of the bed for mommy" was all she offered before chuckling about how you scampered off, so eager to please the older woman.

You completely stripped yourself down and adorned your instructed position. Leonora was a tease for sure, loved making you wait. The suspense and anticipation would drive you wild. The sound of the cane was the dead five away, "now now pet, I won't be going easy on you puppy" she murmured looking you up and down. "Mm I be good mommy please" you whimpered trying to rub your thighs together in a hope to ease the ache there. "That's what we like to hear pet, your training begins tonight puppy."

Leonora immediately settled on flittering around the room to find certain items. Even going as far as to enchant the strap on cocks and found a verity of sizes. Starting with the first size she stripped her clothing down, the confidence in her stride never faltering as she approached you. "Flat on your back puppy, head on those pillows" she demanded as you did so instantly, eyes drawn to the new appendage. "You like it pet?" She teased before showering your body with kisses and nips to her bare skin. "So fucking beautiful Puppy" she mumbled against your skin. Leo held your gaze as she teased your dripping cunt with the faux dick. "Such a pretty pussy darling, mommy wants to play with you, are you gonna take it like a good girl?"

"Yes mommy please" you whimpered before tears fell as the dick began to stretch your walls apart. "Mommy! Fuck god" you mewled. "Oh fuck pup you feel so good around me" Leo murmured happily, "so fucking tight, can't wait to stretch out this pretty fuck hole and filling it with my cum." You couldn't help but whimper and keep as she began to thrust into your soaking core. "Oh look at you taking me so well puppy, almost ready to size up" she murmured before kissing your neck. "Oh fuck want you to cum" you whimpered. "Who" was the only response she purred out. "Mommy want mommy to feel good pleaseeeeee" you begged desperately. "Fuck I will. Gonna fill you up puppy, gonna look so beautiful with my babies in side you" she panted as her thrusts began to slow.

The sting of her slipping from your slightly stretched hole was quickly replaced but her mouth latching onto your right breast. "Size two pup" she murmured before enchanting this strap on as well. "Mommy? I can't?" You whispered fear soaking your voice, "can't? Well then mommy will make you take her cock." The buck of your hips indicating just how much how you loved the idea. "Oh my dirty little puppy likes mommy making her thick cock fit? Into that pretty pussy" she purred, teasing your dripping folds with her cock. " oh fuck mommy more wanna be good Pup" you mewled. "Prove it then pup by shutting up and taking my dick in that slutty cunt of yours."

"Too big" you whimpered as she forced her way into your cunt. "Pretty puppy, mommy loves those beautiful tears" she murmured and latched onto your neck sucking at the pulse point there. "Oh fuck" you whimpered as it began to feel more pleasurable. "Mommy, please god I feel so full" you whimpered. "Pretty pup full already of my load" she panted before thrusting into you. Slowly gaining pace and force as you withered below her. "Good girl, good puppy" she praised and you continued to thrash and whine as you came time and time again around her. "So fucking warm and wet and so so tight, the want you to fill me up" you mumbled mindlessly. "Take it pup, take my seed, wanna make you pregnant puppy" she panted as she released her cum into your fluttering walls. "Fuck your walls are milking my cock for all it's got" she moaned happy as her thrusts began to fuck the cum deeper into your awaiting core.

As soon as she was satisfied with her job she slipped from your cunt, your hole gaping as your cum mixed with hers dripped from you. "Too full, too much mommy" you whined. You could feel the cum sloshing around your stomach. "Mmm no pup one more for mommy please" she begged which was a first time for you, hence why you gave in despite the full feeling. "No bigger mommy please" you whined and she gracefully complied, re enchanting the strap.

Leo said one more, but you'd lost count how many times you'd came around her and how many orgasms she'd forced from you. "Oh fuck no more, too much mommy hurts so good" you mewled as another spurt of white hot cum filled you up. Your belly appearing round with the amount of cum Leo had stuffed you with. "Good puppy, good girl for mommy" she praised slipping from your aching core.   Magic was certainly wonderful and you couldn't help but be grateful that it existed so that Leo could clean you up and immediately come and hold you. "You did so so well baby, so good for mommy, so pretty sweet girl get some sleep love" she murmured kissing your head sweetly.

Word count~ 1164

[diminuel]

Destiel Hanahaki: both of them have it but Cas’s angel powers keep them from growing in his vessel and one of the big issues Cas had as a human all alone was his flowers starting to grow, and it’s another reason he kept stealing Grace even tho it was killing him, the flowers would also without the Grace so might as well right?

And Cas knows Dean has developed it, probably around season 6, so clearly it’s about Lisa. Cas tells Dean about Dean’s affliction when Dean asks him to erase Lisa’s memories but Dean insists (and Dean knows his flowers aren’t for her, they started once he began missing Cas who was being all weird and distant and then the betrayal and then the lake…). Cas heals Dean’s lungs consistently, he’s asked Dean if he wants Castiel to fully remove them like the surgery would, roots and feelings and all, but Dean the stubborn, loving man that Cas knows he is refuses the full procedure, only asks that the symptoms be treated.

(It’s one of the reasons Dean goes so off the rails when Cas dies or disappears, the longer Cas is away the more the flowers strangle his lungs, because contrary to the usual movement of the disease, where being around the object of one’s unrequited love usually speeds up the process, Dean’s flowers are more content when Cas is around and this makes Cas REALLY not suspect they are for him, Dean truly is one of a kind.

Jack watched in curious horror as he watches the roots only he can see slowly strangle Dean as he waters the flowers with bitterness, alcohol, and a broken heart. Sam tries asking Jack to heal his brother, who he watches cough up orchids and extinct flowers, and ancient plants that predate flowers, but there’s nothing the Nephil can do. Billie sent Dean back into the world of the living with a pruning just before Cas’s return, who didn’t see how bad Dean got away from him in such short amount of time. )

When Cas goes to the Empty, he heals Dean one last time, hoping Dean will one day either go find Lisa or have the surgery to finally heal himself, not knowing he’s only delayed Dean’s death by a few months, not by a rusty nail in a barn, but a broken heart and a jungle in his chest.

(Over the years there have been “allies” and enemies and even a desperate Sam that have tried covert, magical, and usually effective ways removing the roots and feelings fully. Crowley, Rowena, Ketch, and even Naomi and Amara have tried demon, witch, MoL, medical, and angelic treatments to either save this idiot against his consent or to sever his connection to Cas, but these treatments, powerful and usually 100% affective, don’t work to their bafflement)

No MCD (at least none that is permanent) allowed on this blog! X3

Hanahaki is a trope that completely passed me by. I vaguely know what it is but I haven't read a fic about it yet.

In any case!! I don't know if Cas would think that Dean's still mourning Lisa that many years on? Also, what would happen to Lisa in this circumstance? Wouldn't Cas have seen that she doesn't have the flowers? (Or doesn't it have to be mutual? Like some sort of soulmate thing?)

But I don't know enough to really contribute ideas to this scenario, apart from the "NO MCD! *Rowena voice* Fix it!" *lol*

[gayhoediaz]

not any of my business AT ALL but noticed you said buck was too young for you at 6 years older and then I got curious....what is your type? (obvs feel free to ignore)

it’s absolutely your business my daddy issues is my favorite topic. just. imagine me tucking my feet up under myself 🥰

no read more link i'm making this everyone's business <3

(we're doing this mainly based off of looks just to make it easy. i'm also someone who values physical attraction greatly, so it makes sense to me. personally. i'll talk a little bit about just general personality and vibes at the end, though!)

get in losers, we're objectifying men! (with respect, and the acknowledgment that just like women, they are all real people, and have a lot more to offer, even the characters, they're played by real people. and i'm sure they're all wonderful people until i'm proven otherwise.)

okay. so.

i’m a pretty introspective person and i’ve actually been thinking about this lately because my taste is. relatively. unpredictable.

i did indeed say that buck would be too young for me at roughly 6 years older and i stand by that because here’s the thing: i feel like when people think of daddy issues in terms of age, they think of. people being interested in people who are. a little bit older. my personal daddy issues run so deep, i need them older. (we’re specifically talking about men. i like women too - but that’s neither here nor there and i have a good relationship with my mom, so that’s not what we’re talking abt rn.) i’m into men that like. if i told you they were my dad, you would not fucking blink.

and it’s not just the age. being an objectively attractive man roughly 20 years my senior? that’s not necessarily enough. we’re going off of celebrities and fictional characters right now cause it’s just an easy way to explain things but there are plenty of men who are very objectively attractive and are twenty years older than me, but who just. don’t look it. and i absolutely see why people thirst after them but they’re just. not for me. like. okay.

manny montana? very pretty. i love looking at him. and he is much older than me. and yet, not my type.

same with like. andy samberg. so. very. pretty. and roughly a couple decades older than me. my type? nope.

now - tony dalton?

yeah. yeah.

^^^ and it’s not just “lalo’s hot” no no no no no my ass is in the discord server at 3am losing it over pictures like this:

(^^^ he's not btw. not to me.)

when i tell y’all i’m hopeless i am HOPELESS

anyway moving onto someone else i’m feral about: billy burke but ONLY when he’s scruffy okay?

this? i mean i wouldn’t… not let hit, but

when i say im feral abt billy burke i’m talking about charlie swan and i’m talking abt this:

honorable mention i am also feral as fuck abt robert knepper

and now, i can hear you saying "oh nie, i get it, so you're not attracted to men who have like chronic boy face, i get it!!! you're into like. the jeffrey dean morgan, joe manganiello types!"

nope. i am not the slightest bit attracted to either of those men. like. *vanessa hudgens voice* i get it. i respect it.

not for me tho.

NOW. there is a little bit of a gray area when we talk about men who like... have chronic boy face and everything else about them is just... not that energy.

like. raul castillo for example.

(he looks a lot like a young version of my maternal grandpa, but that's just. something we're not gonna touch rn.) first of all? my immediate reaction is not "let me hit" my first reaction is very similar to manny montana in the sense that like. so. pretty.

but also? tummyyyyyyy so nvm let me hit yk what i mean?

(for some reason jon bernthal also goes in this category. they don't look anything alike but. same vibes to me in terms of how attracted i am, personally. where it's like. sure. yknow?)

i am also forever a mustache warrior, okay, shave off a mustache? doesn't usually necessarily ruin it for me, but grow one? it's better. immediately. actually, while oliver, just like buck, is too young to be my type, the only picture in existence where i am even the slightest bit attracted to oliver is the one from that photoshoot where the lighting accidentally made it look like he had one:

that's it. that's the only one.

(while we're on the topic of 9-1-1 cast: ryan also is too young for me, but i am very attracted to him when he has long hair. the second it's gone, he's just a silly little guy to me. i'm not really attracted to peter, although i wouldn't... say no. i'm here for kenny, though. absolutely. anytime.)

now so i feel less bad about objectifying every single man mentioned in this post, let's talk personalities (not specifically the ones mentioned, because i don't know them. this is just abt me and just general vibes that i'm drawn to) i need the vibe to be like. relaxed, which i think loops right back around to daddy issues, of course - it's not that i would be turned off if i'm with a man and he needs to cry on my shoulder 'cause something happened, that's fine - but generally there needs to be a feeling of just. not a lot of stress, not a lot of anxiety, things are handled, things will work out - you know. and usually, you tend to get that from people who are. a lot older. even people in their 30s don't usually have their shit together like that. (which is fine!!) but it's just so. just. easy to breathe when someone's like "eh, i'll fix it" (and yes, my love language is indeed acts of service)

as i put it in another post at some point: [billy burke in twilight] awakened the innermost parts of me that yearn to be railed by scruffy, mustached men old enough to be my father who look like they smell like a campfire and taste like tobacco and like i would tell them i wanted dick and they would nod once and say "yes ma'am"

the end <3

[randomperson99sworld]

Hope

~ Chapter 20 ~

Summary: Dean and Sam Winchester save a young woman —Natalie Johnson, from a coven of witches who are after her deceased grandmothers spell book. At first Dean doesn’t trust her, will he ever? Natalie is just simply a woman who gets roped up in the supernatural world from a mistake her grandmother made.

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warning: Age gap, slow burn, smut (not until the later chapters), language, gore.

Word Count: 643

A/N: Short chapter again! Y’all better buckle up tho, cuz the next chapter is gonna be a bumpy ride tehe. Happy reading! ♥️

Another week had passed, and Natalie, ever reliable, still found time to help Sam and Dean out with their hunts. This time, she arrived at the bunker with a flash drive in hand, ready with research for their next case.

As she pushed through the bunker's heavy door, the familiar creak announcing her arrival, Dean looked up from the table where he was sorting through old papers. His eyes immediately landed on her—and for a second, he blinked, taken aback by her appearance.

Natalie had gotten a haircut. Her long hair, which used to cascade down her back, was now trimmed just past her shoulders, and there were soft, sun-kissed highlights woven through it. It wasn't a drastic change, but it was enough to make her look different. Her new style made her hazel eyes stand out even more, and the way the light hit her skin only highlighted her natural tan. Dean had always known she was beautiful—he wasn't blind—but the new look really suited her.

And for the briefest moment, Dean found himself staring, unable to help it.

"Hey," Natalie said with a smile, holding up the flash drive. "I've got everything you need for the next case right here."

Dean shook himself out of his momentary daze and cleared his throat, trying to act casual. "New hair, huh?" he asked, keeping his tone neutral, though he couldn't quite hide the hint of appreciation in his voice.

Natalie beamed, running a hand through her freshly cut hair. "Yeah, I wanted something different. What do you think?"

Dean smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Looks good. Suits you."

Her smile widened, clearly pleased with the compliment. "Thanks. I figured it was time for a change."

Sam walked in just then, his eyes also immediately drawn to Natalie's new look. "Whoa, Natalie! You got a haircut. Looks great," he said, always quick to give a kind word.

"Thanks, Sam," Natalie replied with a grin, handing him the flash drive. "Everything you need for the case is on here. Looks like we're dealing with something a little trickier this time."

Sam took the flash drive, but before he could dive into the details, Dean spoke up again, still eyeing her new look. "So, what brought on the change?"

Natalie shrugged, her smile softening. "I don't know. Just felt like it was time to switch things up, you know? Sometimes you just want something different."

Dean nodded, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. "Well, it works. Highlights and all."

Natalie laughed, brushing off the slight blush that crept up her cheeks at his lingering compliment. It wasn't that Dean didn't compliment her, but there was something about the way he said it this time that felt... different. Warmer, somehow.

"Well, thanks," she said, feeling a little flustered but happy. "Now, let's talk about this case."

As they settled around the table, Natalie began laying out the details of their latest hunt, the conversation shifting back into work mode. But Dean, ever the stoic, couldn't help but steal the occasional glance at her, still adjusting to the fact that she looked just a little different.

In the back of his mind, though he'd never admit it out loud, Dean realized something had shifted. Natalie had always been beautiful, but there was something about her new look—combined with the confidence she carried—that made it harder for him to ignore.

Not that he'd say anything, of course. She was still their friend, their ally. And besides, she was young, probably way out of his league, and he wasn't about to complicate things by thinking too much about it.

But as they poured over the details of the case, Dean couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Change, it seemed, was sometimes a good thing.

[derelictheretic]

OC TAG GAME

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefae and @detectivelokis !! Ty 💕💕💕

Not quite sure whose done this since i've been. absent. so i'mma send tags out to @deputyash @bluemojave @adelaidedrubman @bl-beater @jollybone @clicheantagonist @florbelles @unholymilf @henbased @ishwaris @megraen @shellibisshe @trashcatsnark @v0idbuggy @wewillryesagain No pressure as always !!

Favourite OC

Currently I would say Lola is holding that spot, she's fun to draw and write for and I just spin her in my brain like a rotisserie chicken all day she brings me so much joy to think about. She's also my first transfem OC so she,,,,, is so special 2 me <3

My consistent faves of all time tho are my boy Damien (my half demon half vamp man), my girl Lucy (She is a unicorn shifter and I Adore she sooooo much) and ofc my creacher Dean uvu

Oldest OC

Damien!! He's from my first original story I ever made and I've had him for 7 to 8 years!! He rotates in my head forever even tho I barely talk about him 👉👈 His story has changed a few times but his design has stayed pretty consistent! He means the world to me and so does his story and one day I will bring it to life ashsjsjs

Newest OC

That would be Lola!!!! I'd been wanting another unhinged lady to play around with and felt like having a pink murder lady as well and thus Lola was born 🥺 She brings serotonin and I love playing around with her relationships with the other characters!

Meanest OC

Hmmm this is a tough one but it's probably Heather! Heather is actively mean on purpose and loves her passive aggression and tearing people down through her words. She smiles while pointing out all ur insecurities and faults and will laugh if u cry <3 bestest worstie wife ever <333

I have a few other mean OC's like Rilo (Demon lord) but he's on a much bigger scale of wanting to commit genocide against all supernatural creatures soooo he's just like evil less so just mean. Very smile in ur face while he obliterates ur very atoms kinda vibe,, hate him so <3

Softest OC

This is impossible I have too many softies,, But probably Lucy! She's a pacifist and just has the biggest heart, she's very empathetic and always wants to help people even if there is nothing she can do in a situation. She also is just very soft in nature like she has a gentle touch and soft voice and sweet eyes that will make u cry and tell her all ur problems while she holds u.

Most aloof/standoffish

I have a few of these too lol I'd say it's a tie between Michael, Silas (Eldritch horror slasher) or Pheonix (Marvel OC besties with Wade). Silas probably wins because he doesn't tolerate talking to humans in any circumstance and just seeing him tends to send people running. Silent, brooding, grumpy eldritch horror man my beloved.

Smartest OC

I have a sentient AI OC called HEXX and he has knowledge from all across the galaxy (being an AI for a spaceship he needs it lol) so I'd say that'd be him! Ask him anything and he has the answer, just don't ask him about love bc he will have his 1010th identity crisis and the ship will suffer it's 1010th failing and emergency landing :)

Dumbest (affectionate) OC

Hmmm i'm gonna say my baby boy Ky bc he's my literal himbo lmao He has zero thoughts in his pretty little head!! Only loving friends and having fun!!!! Golden retriever boy only know eat hot food and love everyone!!!!! No but he genuinely is so,, so stupid,,, the one thing he can somehow do on his own is cook, baking is off limits he will burn down the kitchen......

OC's I'd be friends with irl

I have a few I think it'd get along with so I'll narrow it down to three!

Piper; We would vibe in a makeshift tree house and play video games and I'd listen to her gush over women (Faith) for hours and she'd judge my horrid taste in men <3 She'd probably also beat me in poker and steal all my money.

Fredrick; my genderfluid god would take me to so many concerts and drag me across the country to get something they bought off of eBay and I would have a blast.

My lil tech nerd Keiden; he likes coding and games, I can kind of code and like games, it just makes sense. We'd play raft and Minecraft and make epic structures and talk about what we would do different with the game mechanics.

[taintedcigs]

1989 tv review, vault track rankings, my ratings and overall thoughts:

Welcome to New York — okay i honestly can’t believe I hold myself off and started w this. always thought this was a great opener and HONESTLY sounds really close w the og. I LOVE the production, not my fav song on the album though lol, 8/10

Blank Space — THIS SOUNDS SO CRISP OH MY GOD. there's something different from the og BUT I LOVE IT. 9/10

Style — THIS ALSO SOUNDS SO CRISP TOO. god i love the maturity in her voice SO GODDAMN MUCH. always will be one of my favs on this album. YOU GOT THAT!! JAMES DEAN!! DAYDREAM!! LOOK IN YOUR EYE!! just perfect. 9/10

Out of the Woods — the intro is a bit disappointing but this is one of my fav songs on this album SO I WILL LET IT SLIDE!! "OH I REMEMBER" is scratched into my brain FOREVER. 9/10

All You Had To Do Was Stay — THIS ONE SURPRISED ME SO BAD. I KNOW THIS SONG IS UNDERRATED BUT MY GOD THIS ONE IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN OG 10/10.

Shake it Off — serotonin. just makes me so goddamnn happy, THE UPDATED LAUGH IS SOO CUTE I LUV HER. so much better than og, like i swear im a shake it off fan despite not caring that much before LMAO.

I Wish You Would — OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I WILL SAY ABOUT JACK ANTONOFF AND THE PRODUCTION AT THE END (sorry). THIS IS SO GOOD. STOLEN VERSION DOES NOT EXIST, THATS HOW GOOD IT IS. 9.5/10

Bad Blood — the intro to this SONG is so different. KINDA Neutral about it but the whole song sounds very different !!1 8/10

Wildest Dreams — honestly i skipped bc ive been listening to this one for months anyway IM SORRY. but still 10/10 ofc !!!

How You Get The Girl — ALWAYS ONE OF M Y FAV SONGS. POP PERFECTION. just so FUCKING GOOD AND TV IS PERFECT. GOD TAYLOORRR ILY FOR THIS ONE. (also im thinking a steve fic for this? sorry i have to mesh my two hobbies together im insane) 10/10

This Love — also SKIPPED IM SORRYYY SUCH A GOOD SONG AND IVE BEEN LISTENING TO IT FOR MONTHS ALREADYY !!!

I Know Places — OH MY GOD SO PERFECT THIS IS MY TOP 3 ON 1989 AND... IM IN AWE... the GROWL (lmao) in and we run is PERFECTTT. god so good 10/10

Clean — 10/10. no words. im actually kind of sobbing. just makes me SO sad but relax. such a bittersweet song and i still think about the secret message for this song. "She lost him but she found herself and somehow that was everything." forever engraved in my BRAIN.

Wonderland — WONDERLAND TV AFTER CLEAN HITS SO WELL ALSO ONE OF MY FAAVOOORIES. "didn't you flash your GREEN eyes at me?" GEEEENNIUUUS! the OOOHHH hit so well. guys i just... so good. 10/10

You Are In Love — guys HOENSTLY SO GOOD. but im gonna keep this one short even tho this is also one of my favs img etting so impatient for vault tracks. 10/10 masterpiece im not kidding.

New Romantics — BABY WE'RE THE NEW ROMANTICS. COME ON, COME ALONG WITH MEEE. HEARTBREAK IS THE NATIONAL ANTHEM, WE SING IT PROUDLYYY. another pop perfection. the production sounds so good in these deluxe songs omfg. 10/10 GUYS IM SO IMPATIEN T BYE IM GONNA LISTEN TO SLUT! OH MYG DO

Slut! — "if they call me a slut you know it might be worth it for once" OH MY GDO??? I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE ABOUT SLUT-SHAMING BUT BLONDIE JUST WENT THERE AND MADE IT A LOVE SONG LMAOO I LOVE HER 9/10

Say Don't Go — im sobbing, ugly crying. and screaming. say "don't go", i would stay forever if you say, "don't go" OH MY GOD IM IN TEARS 10/10

Now That We Don't Talk — "I cannot bе your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost. And what it cost, now that we don't talk" OH MY GOD??? even tho its so SHORT IT HITS SO GOOD HELP ME." And the only way back to my dignity Was to turn into a shrouded mystery" JUST FDUCKING CRAZYYY?? 9/10

Suburband Legends — OKAY THIS IS SO MIDNIGHTS CODED OMFG? the production sounds so mUCH like mastermind and i love that song. "And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever" she just gets me!!! 9/10

Is It Over Now? — "Oh, Lord, I think about jumpin' Off of very tall somethings" OH MY FUCKING GOD???? shes so bella swan coded. IM CRYING SHES SO RELATABLE AND I THINK THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE OH MY GOD. 10/10

IM STILL TRYING TO PROCESS IT WHAT THE FUCK BUT OKAY MY RANKING FOR THE VAULTS:

Is It Over Now? OH MY GOD. SHE WAS SO CRAZY FOR THIS. THE LYRICS?? I HAVE TO LISTEN 2-3 MORE TIMES TO FULLY PROCESS IT. WHAT THE FUCK SO FUCKING GOOD.

Say Don't Go. ALSO?? IM SOBBING?? SO FUCKING GOOOD??

Suburban Legends. I LOVE THIS ONE SM SO MIDNIGHTS CODED.

Slut! ALSO REALLY GOOD. NOT WHAT I EXPECTED AT ALL. A LOVE SONG?? TAYLOR SWIFT YOU ARE A CRAZY GENIUS.

5. Now That We Don't Talk. I LIKED THIS ONE AS WELL. JUST NOT AS MUCH AS THE OTHERS.

OVERALL; I think this is BY FAR my favorite re-recording. I love all of them with my entire heart but THIS ONE IS JUST SO SPECIAL AND IMM SOOO HAPPY TAYLOR FINALLY OWNS IT. JUST A MASTERPIECE. my only ONLY problem is some of the production in some of the songs. i loved the changes. and I LOVE what she did. and I LOVE JACK ANTONOFF FOR GIVING US AMAZING SONGS. but the production sounds a bit off in these songs :(( i think max martin and shellback should've also produced more of them. BUT LIKE I SAID. it has a new vibe and I LOVE IT. (i still think we shouldn't JUST have him on other projects but that is another topic) anyway 10/10 IM STILL SHAKING.

[j2zara]

okay this is potentially a funny thing i realized last night as i was reading stay/leave but. even though i KNOW she's not i am always picturing j4 as a brunette because i think given the chance she would jump at not looking like jace in anyway but.

anyway. that led to me having a crisis at 1 in the morning as i was falling asleep thinking about j3 giving her a ring of disguise or something so j4 can alter her appearance as she sees fit and she's so Touched by the gesture she can't stand it. all this to say i'm crying over them again

In my head J4 is like maybe a dirty blonde? Which is funny b/c there would be no reason for that unless the answer is that jace dyes his hair platinum (which i love thanks jess for that). I could see J3 and jace bothering with the upkeep of that tho but not j2. Y'all know how i am with him. He's not gonna bother with that work. (I love joking that he has to flat iron his hair a bit to pass as jace tho. Curl pattern fucked up in the cloning process sorry)

Also I'm laughing bc i had a terrible thought of "J4 has that dean winchester hair" aka the kind of hair color that starts fandom fights over whether its brunette or blonde. [bleem voice] get in the comments! What color hair do you think j4 has!

Tbh i do think J4 would jump at the chance to go brunette tho bc youre right i do think she wants to separate herself from jace. If she had had a teenagehood, she would secretly have been pining to look just like gina gershon in bound. She's like. When will I get to kiss Jennifer Tilly... (i've cited this before and i know its unoriginal at this point but just. Ough):

ANYWAY to your point!!!! Crying because i think that would be such a sweet gesture........ they're so soft to me. and i have been thinking about something like that b/c i can't stop making jokes abt J3 asking Porter is J4 can tag along if he gets like a special j3 day b/c he just thinks it would be fun if she came (and wants her out of the house) but shes like. I don't. Want to go if porter is there. (Sometimes she caves bc its j3. obviously). But yeah. He wants her there but obviously they can't have two jaces can they? (he's literally always trying to do the fox and hen crossing the river riddle when he's with porter and j4 at the same time. How can i get what i want out of this situation without someone's head getting ripped off)

I do think the aspect of potential Self Expression that could go into a ring for disguise self would be very very very appealing for her. There should be a time where she's just like fucking around w/ her appearance to see what feels right which i think would be very fun. And obviously j3 supports her but also as her cunty kinsey 5 situationship he can't help but give his unsolicited opinions on everything like she's trying on goddamn outfits. She gives him attitude but also literally wouldn't have it any other way jklfjdkflafjkdlsajl

[ltleflrt]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers!

Thanks for tagging me @prosopopeya 😊

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

112 (also 112 unanswered asks in my inbox, oops lol)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,998,134

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Dragon Age, Mass Effect, SPN/Destiel, Baldur's Gate 3

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kiss the Baker (9,346)

Satin and Sawdust (8,306)

Cursed Or Not (7,797)

No Words (7,754)

Addicted To You (6,079)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! In order to conserve spoons for it, I only answer comments on my long/chaptered fics, and don't answer them on my short one-shots. Which makes me feel guilty sometimes, but setting up an exception is the only way I can manage my social anxiety about it.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

No Such Thing As Ghosts

This is a one-shot that I always answer comments on because if someone takes the time to read a MCD fic, they deserve extra gratitude, and probably milk and cookies and a box of tissues.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write romances or smutfics, they all have happy endings lol

Probably the sweetest thing I've ever written is Where The Heart Lives which was for an October writing challenge a few years ago.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

It's happened, though it's rare. There was a troll that targeted me on FFnet like 10 years ago who was so over the top with their hatred that it was actually funny. Every once in a while I'll get a comment that irritates me, but it's not really hateful stuff, just something I disagree with.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeah, original sci-fi alien smut was a thing for me when I was a teenager. For fanfic, I loooove writing smut. Some of my short fics are just smut. My favorite kind of smut involves being in a shower or a bathtub. It might just be masturbation, or full on sexual escapades, but there's water involved.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't like crossovers, so no. I have a lot of ideas for fusions, but I haven't written any. I tried to do a Pacific Rim/Mass Effect fusion, but I only ever got 1 chapter, and it's the only fic I've deleted from AO3.

For reference, I consider a crossover something that includes characters from both universes in a story together, and a fusion is a story where characters from one universe live in the other universe, but there's no meeting of characters from both. Like, Dean is a Templar who knows Knight Captain Cullen in Dragon Age, vs what if Dean is the Knight Captain instead of Cullen.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of *knocks on wood*

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a few. One of them isn't on AO3 and I lost the link, which I'm sad about. But now I only give permission if it's going to be posted on AO3, so they show up under my name.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not exactly, but @jupiterjames and I have worked so closely together that it's almost co-writing. @bendingsignpost wrote a prequel to a shortfic I wrote tho... does that count? That probably counts. Here's the series:

Bookshelf Boys by bendingsignpost, Ltleflrt

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

They all feel equal in my heart, but I've written the most for Destiel, so they're probably a tiiiiny bit more important to me lol

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'm starting to think I'm never going to finish anything ever again lol

My current posted WIPs are

Reaching Out (Dragon Age)

Shameless (SPN/Destiel)

I desperately want to finish them, but my brain is very NOPE about it. There's also the Untitled Haunted House AU I've been talking about for years now, but I've never posted any of it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Capturing character voice in dialogue. Also shower/bathtub smut 😁

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. Of anything. People, places, emotions. I feel like I suck at all descriptions.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like to do it, but I definitely have to get help since I'm hopelessly monolingual. And I like when other authors do it too.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Dragon Age, specifically DA2. It's what got me into reading fanfic in the first place, and eventually sparked the urge to write.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

This answer changes every time someone asks me the question lol... today's favorite is Peace because it's the most recent thing I've worked on and there are 2 people commenting on it, and I'm having a good time with it.

Tagging: @jupiterjames @mittensmorgul @slytherkins @valleydean

[dxstielhehe]

Title: Touch (another version)

Dean Winchester x Castiel

warning: cringeness

I love it tho... but don't know about u guys :"

(it's my first time writing it... sorry if it's weird or overall cringe:" )

Dean dragged himself into the bunker, ready to collapse. The hunt had been brutal - too many claw marks, not enough sleep. All he wanted was a beer and some peace and quiet.

He shuffled into the war room, heading straight for the mini fridge. He popped the cap off a bottle and slumped into a chair with a heavy sigh. His mind began to shut down as the alcohol took effect.

Just then, arms slipped around his shoulders from behind. Dean let out an involuntarily yelp, flailing slightly and almost toppling his chair over in the process. He twisted around to see Cas standing there, arms dropped to his sides now, a puzzled look on his face.

"Cas, what the hell?!" Dean gasped, clutching his pounding heart.

"My apologies, Dean, I didn't mean to startle you. I was merely offering a hug in greeting," Cas replied calmly.

"Yeah, well, warn a guy next time!" Dean snapped, embarrassment and adrenaline fueling his anger.

Cas nodded pensively. "I will. Goodnight, Dean." And with that, he wandered off down the hallway.

Dean tried to calm his racing pulse and forget about the unexpected hug. But throughout the ensuing days, he found himself replaying it over and over in his head. Cas's strong arms surrounding him with gentle care. The soft puff of breath in his hair as Cas hovered close behind.

Dammit, why couldn't he stop thinking about it? Dean knew it didn't mean anything to Cas, it was just an innocent show of affection between friends. Or so he told himself as he avoided the angel for the next few days, hiding out in his room whenever possible.

One night as Dean laid awake, mulling things over for the hundredth time, there was a soft knock at his door. He sighed, running a hand down his exhausted face, already knowing who was outside. "Come in, Cas."

The door creaked open and Cas slipped inside. He tilted his head inquisitively at Dean. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

Dean rolled over, turning his back to Cas. "I ain't avoiding you, man. Been busy is all."

But Cas was unconvinced. He moved closer, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "Dean, please talk to me." His gravelly voice held nothing but kindness and concern.

Dean screwed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the way Cas saying his name sent shivers down his spine. He stiffened as a warm hand closed gently over his own.

Cas rubbed soothing circles over Dean's knuckles with his thumb. "You don't have to suffer alone. Whatever's troubling you, let me help."

Dean couldn't help but relax into Cas's tender touch. It had been so long since anyone handled him with such care. Hesitantly, he rolled to face Cas again, though he remained silent, eyes fixed on their joint hands.

Cas's heart ached at the vulnerability etched into Dean's features. He lifted Dean's hand, pressing a reverent kiss to his knuckles. "Please, tell me what's wrong."

Dean sucked in a shaking breath, unable to meet Cas's earnest gaze. "It's... stupid."

"If it's upsetting you, it's not stupid," Cas countered gently.

After several deep breaths, Dean blurted out in a small voice, "That hug, a few days ago... I, uh, kinda liked it."

"That's not stupid at all, Dean," Cas soothed. "There's no shame in craving affection."

Dean clenched his jaw, suddenly fighting back tears. "It's not... manly, you know? Guys don't..."

"Who says?" Cas interrupted in a fierce whisper. "Real strength comes from embracing vulnerability, not denying your emotions."

Dean nodded shakily, brought to the brink by Cas's fierce care and understanding. He looked up finally, eyes pooling with unshed tears. "Cas, can you... hug me?"

Without hesitation, Cas gathered Dean into his arms. Dean clutched at his coat, burying his face into the crook of Cas's neck as silent tears soaked through.

Cas rubbed soothing circles onto Dean's heaving back. "It's alright, Dean, I've got you. You deserve to be cared for. Let it all out."

They stayed that way for long minutes as Dean purged years of pent up pain and loneliness. Eventually he quieted, reduced to hiccuping breaths, completely limp in Cas's hold.

"Thank you, Cas," he rasped throatily when he found his voice again. Cas just squeezed him closer in response.

Too wrung out to maintain his guard any longer, Dean melted into Cas's warm embrace. Cas's fingers softly carding through his hair didn't help him regain composure either.

Before long, the rhythmic rise and fall of Cas's chest had lulled Dean into a deep, peaceful slumber. Cas smiled fondly down at the sleeping hunter, still nestled protectively against him.

"Rest now, my dear. I've got you," Cas whispered, brushing his lips to Dean's hairline. He shifted them both under the blankets, Dean instinctively curling into Cas's chest as the little spoon.

Cas wrapped Dean securely in his arms once more, ready to chase away any nightmares that might disturb his hunter's much-needed rest. Content to simply hold his charge through the night, Cas allowed himself to drift off as well, feeling finally that he had helped Dean begin to heal.

[wench-and-jezebel]

Devour Reaction:

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Bby Ackles  [bby Ackles :)]

[Realizing that the entire movie is contained in the startup and you just.  don't realize it yet.  but anyway]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

God his kids look just like him

Anne Kilton 👀🤣  [I KNOW! When I tell you this film has SPN vibes… Not a lie]

Dean!

Sir, that’s not- Leave.  Run!  Your white is showing

TF

THE FUCK IS HE DOING WITH THE GUTS  [The fact that you haven't gone hunting before is showing]  ☠️☠️☠️ Blechhhh

Now a baby???  BUDDY GTFO.  FLEE

Mysterious cabin in the woods

Nekked crying person

SIR

[The end.  He ded. Sorry, did you think Jackles was in the whole thing?  Oh wait :)]

The voice

[Weirdo monologues are back: Max-coded]  Talking in circles

Oh nooo drugs  [Dean-coded protective streak pt. 1]

TF [Dean-coded protective streak pt. 2]

[His jacket tho... Dean-coded]  RIGHT?!  But also… Wtf?! The kid was just gonna shoot them?!

Oooo, bitch

Wot.  Is happening.  [She was getting the champagne and intentionally being provocative]  Oh shit

She favors Kirsten Dunst  [Yup, agree]

Yeet.  You just gave the lagoon monster a weapon

Ma’am  [You mean that’s not how computers work?]

You burn candles on your laptop?  Again... Ma’am

“YeH, I pushed a button.”  You idjit.

“Watch your fucking language”  ☠️☠️☠️  [I hate his boss btw]

Alan Ackles has arrived

Bruh his dad reminds me of your dad 👀☠️  [ASDFASDFADF YOU'RE NOT WRONG]  Lemme find out you’re related to the Ackles  [I would pass the frick away]  I would too! ☠️☠️☠️

[Dean-coded protective streak pt. 3]

WOT

BRUH ITS WILD CHARLIE  [Dean-coded protective streak pt. 4]

[Buddy, I love you, but please ask why your friend is demanding your personal info and typing on a computer]  ☠️☠️☠️

Wait is this uncoolness again  [His friends are very uncool throughout the film: you'll see]

Huh.  Uh, y’all run.  HE CRAZY

[I love his acting in this scene.  The turkey line is so well done too aalksdfj]

WHY CANT THIS MAN HAVE GOOD FRIENDS???  EVER???

BRUH  [Did I mention friends putting personal information into random computer programs = not good idea?]  LIKE… dude!

Ohhh noooo

Bruh… I’m tripppinnn lol this movie is wild  [I KNOW RIGHT]

[Get ready for hate-his-boss hours]

BRUH

BRUH.  BRUHHHH!!!  WHAT AN ASSHOLEEEEEE!!

["You wouldn't have let Conrad sign you on" HE DIDN'T KNOW?!!?!?]  RIGHT?!?

Can this dude keep a mom!!??  [I say nothing… I love them tho]

[Dean-coded protective streak pt. 5]  😭😭😭😭

Say you want him in your pants/skirt without saying it ma’am

[This mom's better at the love-life-meddling than Mary]

He’s so cute thoooo  [I KNOWWWW]

☠️☠️☠️☠️ Buddy

[I love Jackles in this whole scene… His smirk/fist pump thing alskdfj *chef's kiss*]

He’s too cute… I can’t even  [I KNOWWWWWWWWWW]

Ma’am.

Sir.  

Masir.

It’s. Not. Like.  This.  What is she.  DOING.  TO HIS HEAD.  WHAT.  AM I WATCHING WOMAN???  I HAD TO TURN THE VOLUME DOWN.  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  [I did warn you about this scene]  

AND SHE JUST WALKS AWAY

[Okay, two things… a) I love Jackles playing the romantic type.  And b) the promised friend-uncoolness]  *huff sigh*

Bruh why does the voice on the phone sound like him 🤔🤔

Jump scareeee ☠️☠️

Bruh that’s the devilll run  [Okay, but.  To be fair.  His entire life is vaguely concerning rn.  Buddy's head ain't even safe]  

The smileeee!  Isss too cute  

Ooooof  Wench’s dad, run!

Oh shit  [He didn't run]  Reverse daydream???

Ah!  A k!  Ack!!!

Nope. I almost passed out for that one.  Bruh.

[Dean-coded protective streak pt. 6.  And continued friend uncoolness.  At least he apologized immediately, unlike SOME people] 🥺🥺

Uh ohhh he in trouble

Or something

Runnnnnn

[Oh, I forgot that intercourse bit, sorry.] Oooooof.  They ded.  [They did the deed in a horror movie; isn't that, like, a cardinal rule?]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️ Fair.  But they didn’t even get to finish

Buddy. DONT WALK INTO A CRIME SCENE.  [HE'S CONCERNED FOR HIS FRIEND; CUT HIM SOME SLACK]

OH SHIT THE TONGUE.  BLECH

[Dean-coded hug right there.]  WITH JODY  [And guilt complex.  Poor buddy getting blamed by other people again, too]  RIGHT!?  ["You coulda brought the gun to me" Yeah, you see how me reporting someone else's crime went this time; of course I could have]

Oh no sad music  [Buddy's friend just died; I think it's deserved alkdsfj]

Buddyyyy 🥺🥺🥺  Oh noooo

Oh nooooooo  [Wot?]  The little "son" got me

The way he says “Ok” *dissolves*

[I do like his "play it cool" line.  Is so cute alksdjf  Help]  

Clothes change  [Jonathan/Wayne Stranger Things jacket]

Oooop look at that he’s drinking  [also Wench's dad-coded]

[Jake's look when daddy grabs his arm is a bit.   Concerning.]  🥺🥺🥺🥺  Yep

*sigh*  Poor Jake/Tom/Dean

“Marisol”  Like aerosol  [alskdjf]

[Frecklessss!!!  That's the most pronounced I've ever seen them]  I KNOWWW

BRUH She got that crazy look in her eye.  Don’t go.  DONT BRING YOUR FRIEND.

*sigh*

[Did I mention romantic!Jackles is so great compared to the emotionally-repressed character he usually plays?  Like, nothing against those roles — I love them, too — but it’s a nice change.]  I KNOWWWWW!  IMAGINE.  JUST FREAKINGGGG IMAGINEEEEE.  HIM WOOING CAS LIKE THIS.  Poor buddy would combust!  [Is trueeee]

Aight… I’m calling it the pathway is them.  At least their voices.  They are calling themselves.

[Love her ringssss]  I knowwww

Blech.  Blechhhh!  Fingers

POOR BUDDY

Susssssspciousssss

I am Native American; I can confirm they probably do weird shit like that

Buddy only been with this girl 10 mins and she’s already pouring his coffee; I’ve been with my husband 15 years and he pours his own shit ☠️

FREAKING MOVIES KISSING. THOSE FIRST THREE WERE JUST FITTING THEIR MOUTHS TOGETHER

the cat  🤣☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Tf

👀👀👀  I seeee you

Roar

[Get ready for more Dean-coded]

Well damn Jake can’t catch a break-

WHAT THE FUCK BUDDY HE DED

*sigh*

“Give rest o christ… cause you have took half our town already.  Please chill out”  (I’m going to hell)

[btw, SPN-coded lore-gathering session]  Right!  [The lights are pretty tho.  He be pretty too]

The priest is like this is ABOVE my pay grade

IF HE CUTS HIS TONGUE ONE MORE TIME AACKK

i just kept the tat… ya know… cause- ☠️☠️☠️

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  [My dude slandering Metallica]

[The dog's name is Sammy asdlf *Now* who's getting replaced with a dog?!]

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[I am waitinggggg for your reaction to the ending of this film btw; seems like is gonna be gold]  🤣🤣🤣🤣 [Edit: I was right. Be warned about the increase in cursing alskdjf]

Well shit.  Poor devil guy

Ooooooh the plotttt thickenssss

[Early Jackles films has him brooding and staring at things a lot]  🤣🤣🤣

More sitting, more staring  [tbf, buddy pulls off the Heathcliffe aura real well]

Ahh!  It came in handy!

Oooooooh!  Devil shit!

A GHOST

OH SHIT

why Jake gotta go to hell?  He’s so sweet  [You'll see]  And cute ☠️☠️

[WAIT OH HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD THAT’S AMES WHITE FROM DARK ANGEL]  What?!? 👀👀  [You'll understand the significance later… for now, @witchy-writer-lady and I shall keep the secrets]

👀👀👀

👀👀👀👀👀👀

OH WAIT!

OOH SHITTTT!!!

LE GASSSPPP!

[aka: this entire movie is trying to sell us on the fact that this lil ray of sunshine is the spawn of Satan laksfdj]

OH SHIT [Bye bye Ames]  WHOOOPSIE

BITCH YOU DED

[btw, um.  You thought that twist was something.  Wait for the next one.]  WAIT.  Is tarot girl ANNE?!?!  Pls Say- [I say nada]  Womannnnnnnn she gave him the smooches!  That’s not ok  [I DID NOT CONFIRM]  Like I know he is foineeee but it’s not ok! If it is the case

Oh shittttt

WHY WOULD YOU GRAB THE BLOODY KNIFEEEE??! BUDDY, WHATCHA DOIN THERE?!?!  [Okay but horror movie, weapon = good]

This fucking movieeeeee-  [Is not done yet] Is wilddddd

Ooof

Ohhhh shit… That’ll do it.  He gonna snap [aslkdjf]  And start killing with the pick axe  [ALSKDFJ]

[That was.  That was a yes on the momma thing.]  I CALLED IT. ACK.  ACKKKK.   ACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.  KKKKKKKKKKKK.  KKKKKKKKKKK.  NOOOOOOOOOOO.

VSIDUEBEBSZKIZHSSGV  I CANT

I CANT

IMEOT

WOR

How type?  I can’t

DEVIL

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENINGGGGG

[Sam-letting-Dean-turn-into-a-vampire-scene-coded.  Which is kinda concerning given the.  Undertones.  of that scene.]  BLEHCH

WELL SHIT

SHORT END.  EVERYTIME

– – –

Endpoint Reaction:

Wench: I want you to know that I've been cackling at your reaction this whoel time

Jezebel: FUCK COFFEE I NEED LIQUOR ADTET THAT.  I STILL CANT TUPE

Wench: asdk

Jezebel: I’m just- Yeah.

Wench: I'm dying of laughter rn

Jezebel: I just…. What.  Why.  His mother.  She was his mother.  “I can be anything you need me to be”  HOW ABOUT A DECENT FUCKING MOTHER YOU MANIPULATIVE DEVIL BITCH

Wench: One of the few films where Jackles comes out with two parents still alive, and it’s only true because he had four at the beginning and lost two along the way aldskfj

Jezebel: Well, three, ‘cause he killed her too

Wench: Nah, she didn't die

Jezebel: Wtf.  But she was dead at the end, wasn’t she?

Wench: The human vessel was.  And that's a maybe.  We don't know for sure.  But she's definitely alive enough to force-feed him blood and shit, so

Jezebel: Oooh.  Blech.  His MOTHER.  Who wroteeee this shit.  Bleach.  I need bleach for my eyessss

Wench (aside to the audience): She’s never forgiving me.

Jezebel: I just  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  Ok I’m good I think

Wench: aklsjdf

Jezebel: It was a pretty good movie.  Until the end.  That happens a lot in Ackles case.

Wench: Do you see what I mean by, his acting was actually, like, really good?  Especially in that context?

Jezebel: Yess! Buddy just couldn’t get a good ending if it was standing right in front of him…  Ten Inch Hero next, so I can be equally pissed at the ending but in a happier tone.  Maybe tomorrow?

Wench: YEAH.  FINALLYYYY. Sandwich shoppe, here we come!

Jezebel: Ending note.  SHE WAS HIS FUCKINGMOTHER!?!?

[morhath]

SPN S1E16 liveblog for Some Goddamn Reason

It's been a while since I did this but I need to mend some pants. Netflix pls do not @ me about account sharing. This one is called "Shadow" and apparently involves Meg. I do not currently remember jack or shit about it.

Oh hey this is the episode that that post I reblogged recently (the one with Dean teasing Sam about his being in "Our Town") comes from!

"Your alarm is about as useful as boobs on a man" well I. I think I might have some objections to what that statement implies.

Shoutout to Sam for instantly being suspicious of Meg--it's a little sad how he's like "nice coincidences like this don't happen to us" tho.

You know I feel like I've seen Meg's haircut on like twenty different young queer people recently and that + her general style are kind of throwing how I read her in 2024. She looks kinda gay to me now. I don't recall thinking that before, but of course I was also like. twelve. and significantly less familiar with gay people. Dude I totally focused on writing this post for too long Sam are you in an elevator shaft. Are you going to fall down the elevator shaft. Man sewing my pants took way less time than I assumed.

No matter how charming Dean is, I have a really hard time believing that he actually managed to get the--presumably confidential!--records of the murder victims out of someone at the police station. (I'm not sure if Amy is an officer or not.) Well actually as I type this I can totally see a police officer leaking that kind of thing to impress someone they want to fuck.

"What if this whole thing was over tonight?" he says. This just gets funnier with time. FIFTEEN SEASONS. And Sam still wants to back to school...... :'( I am once again saying that having a lawyer in the family would've been really useful. Man this whole convo is just sad knowing about the. as I said. FIFTEEN SEASONS.

There is NO way they actually got out of the elevator shaft that quietly. I mean I was assuming Meg knew Sam followed her but now I'm like oh she's GOT to know they're there.

Meg's kinda hot. Anyway.

She is, to me, less hot when she's doing the typical sexy villain thing tho. I find that very overdone.

Anyway! There's John. I am not as happy about this as the show wants me to be. He ALSO looks so young here. And the Spanish voice they picked for him isn't helping, it sounds really young/a lot like the Sam and Dean voices. Also slightly evil, which is fun.

Ooh it gets so GRAINY when things are brightly lit.

[via-l0ve]

🎃 Supernatural please

(I'm on season 1 and I basically only know of Dean, Sam, Castiel and a little bit of Crowley so... yeah telling you that in advance, hope that doesn't ruin things)

I'm 5'2 - 5'3, I'm a girl, I have long black/dark brown curly hair (it basically goes a bit past my butt), I'm very sarcastic, I'm talkative with the people I know and quiet with the people I don't quite know yet, I've been told I'm the funny friend so... yeah, I love coffee, my top 8 artists rn are probably Elvis, Tracy Chapman, Childish Gambino, Hozier, Elton John, ABBA, Queen and Alanis Morissette but I also really like rock, I adore scooby doo (even tho I may be a bit to old for it), I really like Van Gogh and can talk about him for hours, Halloween is my fav holiday, I have really bad ADHD, my fav movies are 10 things I hate about you, definitely maybe, Mamma mia, Scott pilgrim and Interview with a vampire, I LOVE vampires and all supernatural stuff like that (that's why I like this show so much), I love angst, I cry doing or even thinking about math, I'm a December Sagittarius, I have an older twin brother meaning I'm the youngest and I've always wished to be an older sibling, I like otters, my favorite color is Navy blue, I don't have the attention span to read books so I listen to audio books instead, I've always wanted a pink motorcycle even though my fashion sense consists for dark clothing, band shirts, pajama pants and ripped jeans, I have 2 dogs but I LOVE cats and I have pretty thick thighs which is why I never wear skirts

OMG EW THIS IS WAY TO MUCH I GOTTA GO ON ANON IM SO SO SO SORRY EW THIS IS TO MUCH

ONCE AGAIN SO SORRY, YOU DONT GOTTA READ ALL OF THAT, THIS IS EMBARRASSING I JUST DONT KNOW HOW MUCH YOU NEED- OMG EW SO SORRY AGAIN

LMFAOO STOP I GIGGLED WHEN I READ THE LAST COUPLE LINES PLEASE. DONT BE EMBARRASSED BABES PLEASE THE MORE INFO THE MERRIER DONT APOLOGIZE!!!!

i ship you with Sammy!!

he would watch scooby doo with you for hours. he loves screaming along to music with you and laughing when your voices hit off key. since you don’t have the attention span to actually read he would read out loud to you while you cuddle up to him. on the rare occasion that you do wear a skirt he will be foaming at the mouth omg omg omg he literally thinks you’re gorgeous. pleaseee talk about Van Gogh to sam he will let you go on for hours and ask questions to keep you going. his non adhd ass will balance out your ADHD perfectly bc while you’re having an ADHD thing he’s just sitting all calm lol. he loves you