#to all of dexter's povs in the series and i had to take a minute

[thelilylav]

Tbh, if they didn't have a million different pre-conceived notions about each other already, I feel like Apple and Dexter would've been really close friends.

Think about it. Both are the odd ones out in their family, both have glasses that they were made to feel insecure about, both have a different hair colour from their relatives so they stick out even more. They just react to their situations differently. Dexter shrinks into the background and tries to play off his insecurities by making them unimportant. He pretends not to be bothered by it, but it does bother him. Apple, meanwhile, tries to pretend her imperfections aren't even there. She's constantly going on about how perfect she is, playing her role to a T and making sure everyone knows that, but still the knowledge of how she stands out gnaws away at her.

Like if Apple and Daring hadn't been caught up in their "we're totally destined for each other" schtick, I could easily see Dexter and Apple being besties.

[gagmebucky]

because it was my love kat who requested this, i had to make this as intense as i possibly could. :^) also this is my first time tackling loki so please be nice!

[@angel-fire: best friend’s ex!loki. enemies to lovers.] 

“You know when I was with your best friend, I thought about fucking you way too much. You don’t understand the amount of times you opened that smart mouth of yours, and I had to stop myself from shoving my cock between your pretty lips just to shut you up,” he tells you as you regain composure and make languorous movements to crawl backward into the pillows. 

in which loki does the classy thing at his ex’s wedding—and fucks her best friend: you. (includes best-friend’s-ex!loki, loki’s pov, reader’s pov, enemies to lovers, dirty talk, overstimulation, mild choking, mild creampie kink, mild knife kink, unprotected sex.)

do not repost.

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“You know, when I found out her wedding was here, I wasn’t sure if I’d do something. Maybe start a fire, call in a bomb threat, smash the cake. But, I concluded all of those considerations are classless,” Loki Laufeyson breathes in your ear, surprisingly controlled despite the roughness he uses to wrench you against the wall, pinning you between his front and the hotel’s vertical surface. 

One hand is twisted in your previously up-done hair, harshly reeling your head back onto his shoulder, while the other is releasing his belt buckle with a loud clink and ziiiiiip. Once the heavy steel straining against the metal is freed, he’s shoving your expensive gown up and hooking your panties to the side. 

“Fucking you, however—” With a wicked smirk you can’t see, eyes casted on the ceiling, two fingers split your labias, and he slams in. No preparation, other than a few libertine whispers in the lobby to seduce you into coming back here, he propels his formidable length inside you until he’s practically nudging your cervix; a sword sheathed inside your hilt. “—is not.” 

By an immeasurable amount, you’re the warmest, tightest channel he’s had the pleasure of prising into. 

Upon the abrupt intrusion, your silk-like walls are seizing up around him, sporadically pulsating in a struggle to accept something so thick and far-reaching; every tremble is a shard of electricity stabbing euphorically at his nerves.

A cry breaks free from your lips. “Oh, fuck!” you yelp as you desperately claw at the wall, chipping it in your wake and the shudders overcome your whole body. Subsequently, trapped between his powerful build and the wall, your shivers inadvertently have you bucking back onto his cock. 

He half-expects you to tap out, to concede that you can’t handle him—and he will, of course, obey it. In fact, the competitive side of him would be smug in learning that you were all bark and no bite; that you and him used to go at it like you’re on the same level, and you tapping out would only prove that isn’t the case. 

As it turns out, it might be because you don’t tell him to stop. No, you’re purposely rutting against him, albeit whimpers still slip free. It makes his jaw lock, and a mania like he’s never known flood his veins. A cross between anger and competitiveness fuels his muscles because if you think you can take him like your best friend never could, then he’s gonna give you it all. 

He reaffirms the pressure on your hair, making sure there’s a sting in your scalp, and grips your left hip. Then his hips snap forward, and he pummels your narrow channel with every ounce of immense strength and residual anger in his system, bypassing any resistance your slick heat tries to clench. 

The minute he starts hammering into you, your eyes pinch shut, and you bite down on your bottom lip, teeth peeking out to gnaw on your lower Cupid’s bow. He already knows why, but when your hand slaps around your mouth, it only confirms his assumption. 

His lips twist. “What’s wrong?” he cooes fakely  into your profile, words fanning your cheek. “Don’t want to admit its your best friend’s bastard of an ex fucking you this good? That on the happiest day of your best friend’s life, you're getting stuffed by her ex’s fat cock.” 

“Go fuck yourself, Loki,” you just about snarl, but it’s strangled, on the verge of a cry, curling white paint beneath your nails. 

He chuckles darkly in your ear. “Why do it myself when you’re—already—doing—it—for—me?” With every word, he pounds your sticky folds, full thrusts slapping your bodies together in echoes around the pristine room. “No need to play hard to get anymore when I already have you creaming on my cock, kitten,” he practically purrs, catching your earlobe with his teeth. 

You shake your head, as much as you can, and you look like you’re about to rebuttal—not that there’s anything to say, considering everything he said is true. But instead, you clamp your mouth shut once more when the hand on your hip slides around and under your dress to sink between your thighs. 

“Or, are you trying to make sure no one hears me tearing your little pussy apart? ‘Cause I just can’t have that, kitten.” His fingers easily find your engorged button and use circles to abuse it with stimulation. Instantaneously, he can feel the tremors wracking you, wobbling your knees and tightening your inner walls. “No. You’re gonna scream my fucking name so everyone in this shitty hotel hears you. Sobbing and crying as I make you cum harder than you ever have.” 

You shake your head, again. He doesn’t know whether you’re referring to ‘the everyone hearing you,’ or ‘making you cum harder than you ever have.’ Either way, it’d be a lie. 

His teeth grit as his own orgasm burgeons in his stomach. The lightning lashes out underneath his skin, flames lapping at him as your channel begins spasming around his thickness. In contrast to the dexterous and resilient swirls on your little bundle of nerves, his thrusts are becoming more sloppy at the end of his rope.

He relinquishes your hair, turning your cheek into the wall, and reinforces every ram of his hips with his muscular body weight, fucking your imprint into the wall mercilessly. You’ve abandoned your futile mission of stifling yourself, and the high moans tearing from your throat only have him intensifying his onslaught, swelling bigger within you. 

His forearm is crossed around your left flank with three digits working on your clit, a flexing lump beneath your chiffon attire. With his opposing, he slings it around your neck and his bicep cinches your throat, constricting your airway in the slightest. 

“Now, you’re gonna cum for me, kitten,” he hisses in your ear, accented baritone like gravel. “Your soft little pussy is gonna milk my cock until I blow my load inside you. Until you’re dripping with my seed, you fucking understand that?” 

He can feel the delight that spears through you. A shudder, an elongated moan, and a limited nod; the increased fluttering of your channel, the way your body trembles against him but maintaining a tautness in your muscles. 

His chokehold on your esophagus tightens, and he growls, “I said, cum—”

“You fucking bastard—!”

Like that, you come tumbling. You explode in a keen of quakes and convulsions. A slur of curse words is almost unrecognizable—a hoarse call of “Loki!” amid the insults—as your walls become his own personal heaven: a swathe of clinging warmth and velvet, quivering like a massage around his aching cock, a vice demanding all the contents of balls to be emptied in.

He will never admit it, but you wring the most euphoric orgasm he’s ever experienced out of him.  A gratified snarl rips from his lips, your name angry and pleased at the same time. Spurt after spurt shoots inside you, thickened white swallowed by your soaked valley, residual wet dribbling down his cock. 

His legs almost give out with the force expelled out of him but he braces a wide hand on the wall and manages to remain upright. After a series of seconds, he frees you carefully, exiting you with a still semi-erection. But when he does, the moment you’re on your own, your thighs shake and you hit the ground. 

Face flushed from exertion, a sheen illuminating your breath-taking features, pupils blown wide, you’re panting like a cat in heat. Your maid-of-honor dress is disheveled. Your legs are askew, giving him a peak of your abused sex and the remnants of him leaking onto the wooden floors. 

This is supposed to be it. He should feel satisfied, but instead, he feels an insatiable hunger stiffening in his cock. Considering the feelings he harbored for you during his relationship, and the fact that the chains forbade action on them are broken, he’s going to take advantage of every bit of it. 

You expect him to kick you out, walk off after making some snarky comments. (Which you’d be perfectly fine with. A good fuck is a good fuck, no matter how reprehensible the fucker is.)

Rather than leaving, he stays looming over you in that still-impeccable black suit. His emerald blue eyes darken in a gleam of ravenous as his stare drags over your freshly-fucked form; an expression that has your stomach restricting with concupiscence. The muscles in his jaw clench, and in a glaring instant, he hauls you up by your armpits. 

“Shit,” he hisses, british timbre hot coaled with hostile desire. Effortlessly, he hoists you eye-level, big hands secured underneath your ass. “You’re fucking tiny.” He draws your body in closer, dwarfed in comparison to the mountain of strength clutching you, and adjusts you until your abused and dripping sex is rolling against his growing cock. 

The stimulation has you gasping, bucking as the smarting shocks needle at your nerves, but the reaction only forces you to grind harder against the glistening anatomy between you, his cock gyrating with every stride he makes. “G - goddamn it,” you snap, words cracking, grasping his shoulders for some sort of purchase. “What the fuck are you doing, asshole?!” 

“Isn’t it obvious?” The corner of his sinful mouth curls cruelly. “You.” 

With that one word, he heaves you up then drops you down, letting gravity impale your swollen depths on his somehow already fully erect cock with an audible slush. A douse of ice wracks your system at the blunt penetration, and your eyes squeeze shut while biting sensation ricochets through every cell of your being. 

“Fuck!” you cry in tandem with him slamming you onto a luxurious pallet you obscurely recognize as a made bed. Your spine arcs as he wastes no time plunging in and out, and the painful bliss ravages you in a way no other has before. Your arms fail out, and he takes it upon himself to gather your wrists above your head. “H - holy—fucking—shit—!” 

“I hope you didn’t think this was over, kitten.” Smug enjoyment at your wanton demeanor, he chuckles above you, his hips driving himself inside you relentlessly. “Far from it, actually.” His hand glides underneath your knee and stretches it high over his shoulder so he’s hitting deeper than before—than what you even knew existed. “No. A bendy and infuriating little thing like you, I’m gonna take my time taking you apart.” 

You’re gasping and bucking like a bronco but he maintains his authority over you. “F - fucking bastard—you fucking bastard,” you croak but you don’t want him to stop (if he did, you’d probably beg him not to but luckily he doesn't want to either), tears prickling at the beleaguering tide of pain and pleasure pushing and pulling inside you. “I hate you.” 

“No, but you love my cock.” He smirks. “And, I must admit, I love your tight little pussy.” Snaking his hand under your dress, he locates your aching bud and encircles it with his thumb, forcing these whimpers from your throat that have his eyes blazing. “And the little sounds you make while I’m completely ruining it. If I knew how superior you are to your counterpart, I would’ve had you splayed out for me in a minute.”

“Asshole!” you sob, tossing your head back while your knuckles fists in his clutches. “As if I’d ever give you the time of the day.” 

“Oh, that stings, kitten,” he says but there isn’t an ounce of care in his devilish voice. “But I know how you can make me feel better.” The rough pad of his thumb presses onto your button and spirals ruthlessly, lancing you in a bind of fire. “You’re gonna have your pussy cream around my cock. Or I suppose I’m going to make your little kitty cream around my cock.” 

Your entirety shakes and blurs. Overstimulation overrides you at a pace you can’t keep up with. “C - can’t. Not yet - not yet,” you warble as he cranes down so you’re nose to nose. The tendrils of his long raven locks fall like a curtain on either side of your profile; the wickedness in his eyes makes yours widen. “Loki—!”

“I didn’t phrase that as a question, did I, kitten?” His hips swivel in sync with his quickening digit, and claims your orgasm as his. Like a wave, Loki washes over you and pulls you under. 

The first time, he couldn’t see your face but now he can; and he basks in. Agonizing delirium contours your sweaty features; your eyes flutter to the back of your head, lips parted in a drawn out cry. Your chest juts out and jiggles with the trembles undertaking you, your overworked channel quivering around him.

But as he possesses you, you do likewise to him. With a triumphant groan, he pumps his cum inside you in rivulets of hotness. His gaze follows down to see his veined, tanned girth glistening in white translucent; your sex battered a pretty darkened color and swollen. When he withdraws, his bulbous head remaining at your entrance, a flood of his essence oozes out. 

“Look at that.” His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, somehow still looking as hungry as before. “I always knew your pussy would look so pretty all fucked swollen and leaking cum.” 

The words flare smarting zaps to your nerves, and you only manage a whimper. Your bones are like jelly, and you don’t even think you could ask for a break, but luckily, he takes pity—or pleasure—in seeing you like this: legs spread, breathing heavy, rendered completely speechless. 

“That good, huh?” he teases and lets your wrists go but you don’t have the strength to move them or soothe the prints left by him. For the millionth time, his gaze roams over you, eating it up like you’re a gift he’s been waiting for all his life. But his eyebrow quirks as if saying something’s missing, but in a flash, what that is seems to occur to him. 

He digs something out of slacks, and the silver shimmers in the light as he flicks the clip-point pocket knife open. In a skilled twitch of his wrists, he cuts your halter top down the middle like a hot knife into butter, the tip of the blade kissing your goosebump hackled skin. 

The danger of it, your body’s wild motions at his behest easy for a slip, for some reason burns you hotter. Your heart hurtles in your chest as he hacks away the waistband of your panties and reveals you wholeheartedly. The point traces down your mound and has you subconsciously clenching which has him smirking before tossing it on the nightstand. 

Then he’s undoing his jacket, nonverbally telling you your time together hasn’t even begun to be over, and arousal heightens underneath your skin. And you wish you felt some sort of shame for it, some sort of moral decency advising you to not make your betrayal worse, but there isn’t. 

As of now, you figure there’s no point in it, anyway. On the day your childhood friend tied the knot, you allowed the ex she cheated on—who you absolutely loathed at the time with his silver tongued remarks and sarcastic ripostes—motel room to fuck your brains out. Not once, not twice, but probably an uncountable amount by the time he’s finished. 

“You know when I was with your best friend, I thought about fucking you way too much. You don’t understand the amount of times you opened that smart mouth of yours, and I had to stop myself from shoving my cock between your pretty lips just to shut you up,” he tells you as you regain composure and make languorous movements to crawl backward into the pillows and away from his swelling erection. 

But he catches you by the ankle and reels you back underneath him. Your whole body hums, and your only response is a pitiful whimper as he continues: “Times where I fucked her so hard she couldn't walk in the morning all ‘cause I couldn’t put you in your place like I wanted.” 

Shirt peeled off and pants pooled around his knees, he lifts you up. His strong arms hook underneath your knees to palm your hips until you can feel his tip hovering under your abused sex. “And you want to know where your place is?” he rasps in your ear. “As my personal fucktoy.” Then WHAM! he burrows himself inside you while your pleasure-laden sob bounces off the room’s walls. “Wrapped around my cock, making this sweet little pussy squeeze again and again until you physically can’t. And even then, I’m gonna make you cum again.”

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Writer Castiel

4/12/20 - I have wanted to be a writer since I was ten years old, so maybe I’m biased here, but I absolutely adore the idea of Cas being an author if he lived a different life!

Tabula Rasa by Dangerousnotbroken on AO3. (78,240 words).

Tags: Writer Castiel, Bartender Dean, Past Relationship, Pervasive Themes of Memory, Magic, Canon Typical Violence, Mentions of alcoholism, Mentions of Past Child Neglect, Mental Illness, Witches, Ghosts, Bi!Dean, Bi!Castiel, Referenced Past Minor Character Death, Angst, Slow Burn, Memory Loss.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Once upon a time, Castiel Novak had everything. He had a happy home life, a full scholarship, and, if he played his cards right, a promising journalism career. And on top of all of that, he had Dean. Then tragedy struck, as it tends to do, and Castiel lost everything. At thirty six, he’s got none of those things. He’s got no family to speak of. He’s got a job investigating purportedly true tales of the supernatural for a magazine no one reads. And worst of all he hasn’t seen Dean in nearly twenty years. So when research for an article turns him on to a witch who apparently grants wishes in exchange for stories, Castiel figures it’s worth the risk. If making a deal with a witch can get him Dean back, what has he got to lose?

Notes: This was absolutely amazing; both written beautifully and with a fantastic plot.

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance on AO3. (31,820 words).

Tags: Horror, Psychological Trauma, Domestic Violence.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Almost two years after the world doesn't end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh. But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.

Notes: Excellently written, made me cry, and the ending was brilliant. Technically it isn’t tagged as Cas being a writer, but he does write some poetry throughout, and I couldn’t help myself.

Lost and Found by whelvenwings on AO3. (7,762 words).

Tags: Writer Castiel, Mechanic Dean, Demisexual Castiel.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: “Chuck Shurley? Sure, I’ve read his books. Kinda Vonnegut, but like, Kilgore-Trout Vonnegut, you know?” Dean took another gulp of his whisky, and smacked his lips like an adult. The guy sitting beside him at the bar, however, did not look suitably impressed. In fact, he was staring down into the bubbles of his cider, not even noticing the way that Dean was smiling at him, giving him the eyes. “I thought his stuff was pretty good, in a kinda metamodern way,” Dean added airily, and a little more loudly. The guy only nodded gloomily. Dean almost clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in frustration. C’mon, dude, I’m trying to impress you. Twenty minutes of talking and all Dean had to show for it was a weird first name, a series of dour stares and the strangest need to know more about this – Castiel.

Notes: This was written so well that I wanted to cry at Cas’ story of the stars, even though it wasn’t particularly sad. Now I want to go and stargaze with someone.

The House on the Ocean Road by coffeeandcas on AO3. (111,351 words).

Tags: Single Parent Castiel, Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Hurt Dean Winchester, Writer Castiel, Car Accidents, Past Character Death, Adopted Children, Mentions of Suicide, Slow Burn, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Near Death Experiences, Hospitals, Explicit Sexual Content, POV Dean.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester is on the run from his life. He's done something unforgivable, and can't face his family or friends ever again. So he does what any rational person would do: fakes his own death and vanishes into the ether. Wandering aimlessly along country roads, he succumbs to the elements during a violent storm and wakes up hours later in the home of a stranger: a single dad living alone in an isolated beach house, with a haunting past of his own. Cas is sweet and shy, but welcomes Dean into his home and tells him he can stay as long as he needs, never prying into his life or asking him to spill his secrets. As they rapidly forge a close friendship, Dean finds that the quiet life by the ocean with Cas is exactly what he's been dreaming of. He only hopes his past never catches up with him.

Notes: This was so gorgeous and the plot was fabulous! Also, I loved Jimmy, and Dean and Cas as parents were adorable. Weirdest use of Cole’s character that I’ve ever seen though.

What Can’t Be Seen by destieldrabblesdaily on AO3. (2,639 words).

Tags: Soulmate AU, author!Cas, Strangers to Lovers, First Kiss.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Written for this prompt: Soulmate AU where you first see color after eye contact: Cas is a famous best selling author and he’s promoting his book, so he’s talking to a crowd of people and suddenly his world is in color, and a lot of his fans pretend to be his soulmate. A Cinderella type situation ensues.

Notes: This was really cute and such a sweet and funny idea.

(un)conventional by imogenbynight on AO3. (6,100 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe, mechanic!Dean, Writer!Castiel, Conventions, Fluff.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Spec Lit Con--Speckly Con, to it’s regular attendees--is an annual weekend-long event held in Chicago, dedicated to science fiction, fantasy and otherwise speculative literature. This year Dean's favorite author, C.J. Novak, is appearing as a panelist. Naturally, he shells out the cash for an all access pass.

Notes: This was so adorable that I nearly screamed in the corridor outside my computer science lesson. Plus, the writing was absolutely gorgeous! I miss conventions :(

I Think That’s Mine by palominopup on AO3. (6,804 words).

Tags: Fluff, AU, Reporter!Dean, Writer!Cas.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: A mix up at the Atlanta Airport places Dean Winchester's laptop in someone else's possession. A series of calls and texts bring two men together.

Notes: This was so cute, Cas was so sweet, and Dean was an icon.

‘Star Wars is Overrated’ by leftdragonpainter on AO3. (38,186 words).

Tags: Soulmates, Pining, Drinking, Writer Castiel, Mechanic Dean, Neighbours, Swearing, Winchester Logic, Clueless Dean, College Student Sam, Awkward Dates, Dean Cooks, Castiel in Glasses, Slow Burn, Injured Sam, Fixing Cars, Smut, Costumes, Drunk Texting, Temporary Amnesia, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: When Dean Winchester turned sixteen he was disappointed by the words that appeared on his chest. He never expected that it would take so much to find his soulmate. He never expected to not remember meeting them...

Tags: Every time I thought I knew what was going to happen in this fic, something completely different happened, which I loved. 

Event Horizon by Winglesss on AO3. (6,442 words).

Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Dean, Depression, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Past Character Death, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Texting, Sharing a Bed, Happy Ending, Veteran Dean, Doctor Dean, Writer Castiel, Strangers.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Castiel couldn't have helped his sister. That's why being offered a chance to help somebody else dealing with suicidal thoughts he took it without hesitation. When he gets the first text from someone who needs his help, nothing goes as he expected.

Notes: I don’t know if that kind of suicide prevention scheme exists, but this fic is very sweet. 

Darkly Dreaming Dean by Duckyboos on AO3. (29,008 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, Alternate Universe - Police, Detective Dean Winchester, Writer Castiel, Serial Killer Dean, Alternate Universe - Dexter, Established Relationship, Murder, Top Dean, Bottom Castiel, Anal Sex, Innocent Castiel.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester has the perfect apple pie life with his shy-but-sweet boyfriend in the suburbs. He has a steady, well-paid job with the LAPD and he’s charming and attractive. Really, he’s living the American Dream. It’s his extra-curricular activities that some may disagree with, as he’s also an accomplished serial killer. To date, his kills amount to around 36 and he’s never been caught. He’s employed by the law, remember? He knows how these things work.

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A new serial killer arrives on the scene and despite the sloppiness of their work, Dean is intrigued by them and what they're trying to achieve, because their MO is the same as his; killing bad people. He makes it his mission to track the other killer down before the police do, and he’s left reeling when the 'Basin Vigilante' turns out to be someone a lot closer to home than he could have ever imagined.

Notes: I sort of watched Dexter a few years ago, and I absolutely love the idea of Dean as a vigilante serial killer. I only wish that the synopsis was a bit different, so the end was more of a surprise.

Finding Home by Desirae on AO3. (42,828 words).

Tags: Baker Dean Winchester, Writer Castiel, PTSD, Past Childhood Trauma, Childhood Kidnapping, Mistaken Identity, Dean Whump, Castiel Whump, Best Friends to Lovers, Emotional Sex, Fluff, Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester lived a quiet life running his bakery. Aside from family, Dean had no desire to let anyone inside. The more people you cared about, the more you had to lose; A hard lesson he'd learned at the tender age of eight when Dean’s best friend was kidnapped right before his eyes. Dean was forever haunted by the event, although he hadn’t realized quite how much until Emmanuel James Milton breezed into his life; waking his sleeping heart with a complete lack filter and achingly familiar eyes. An author, with no family and traumatic past of his own, Emmanuel never felt like he belonged anywhere until he walked into The Honeybee Bakery and met Dean. It’s not long before they find out that there is a reason for their profound bond.

Notes: It was obvious what was going on here from the start, but that just made it even cuter as they fell in love again.

I think it is a shame we didn’t get more human Cas content, but I guess it is too late now. I hope you enjoy these fics, and if you ever have a specific list you want me to make, feel free to ask!

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“The Altered Adventure: Secrets of the Cyclone: The Being inside the Beast (Chp 2)” Reaction

Here we go.

Time to post about Secrets of the Cyclone. Now, if you don’t want spoilers, stop scrolling down and blacklist “altered adventure spoilers” or “secrets of the cyclone”

Now time for the reaction!

These creatures are really weird.

Fluterswoops…I’m done. I’m dying.

I’d like that rock.

......I read this about three times until I finally realized that was a pun. I am ashamed at myself. Where’s that meme of Dexter crying “I have failed you” to a picture of Sans when you need it?

Good job Gizzy. You’re reasoning.

Woof…STRANGER DANGER.

I wonder if there are actual humans in Altered. Are these guys completely similar to humans, or do they have slight variation or something? I’m curious.

Shorter days. Omg, it’s just like Minecraft, where the day only lasts 20 minutes. Wow, the day ended that fast? How long are these days exactly?

Seeing that the moon is already at its highest point in the sky, thus midnight, days could actually be literally minutes long?? omg, that’s waaaay too short. How does Altered survive with days that short? Do they have time for a 3 course meal? Time for school? Time to sleep? Man.

Also, the day ended, so Voice broke his promise. Good job Voice.

I love how in the Minecraft series, Voice is the one who calls Gizzy out for his mistakes, but in the book, it’s Gizzy calling Voice out for breaking his promise.

Transwolf….Gizzy what kind of name is that XD WOW. Why couldn’t it be kept as “werewolf?” I’m sure any normal Earthling would immediately assume werewolf, and not transwolf.

Speaking of that, how do the moon phases work in Altered?

If there were more transwolves in the cave, shouldn’t had Gizzy hear them? Are they wolves or transwolves? (Transwolves)

*Golden wolf with a magnifying glass symbol appears* IT’S A CUTIE MARK (I’m so sorry for making all of these comparisons)

Screw the majestic pig, let’s eat the human instead

OK, now I’m starting to feel Gizzy’s fear. Yaaay. Good job, book.

What fucking took you so long, Voice?! Holy crap.

What can Voice do against monsters anyway? Especially since he’s just a consciousness?

“defeated by the Air Guardian” Dude, he just yelled at you, calm down.

Hmm, I’m actually feeling sympathetic to Woof now. His struggles with his transwolf ego reminds me of Gizzy/Canine, so I like it

Voice, whatever the hell you can do, do something D’: (In all seriousness though, can this guy please interact more. Like, at least a “nooooo” when Woof attacks Gizzy.)

*white beam moment* ...... Did he just steal Brayden’s power? First Inferno’s fire ability, and now Brayden’s light ability? Goddamnit Voice. *Brayden and Inferno glare at Voice*

Gizzy knows about transwolf’s weaknesses?? Huh. Maybe in Earth, transwolves are part of the lore? Or I’m getting confused by the narrator. (I’m trying to understand who the narrator is. Sometimes, the narrator is Gizzy, who is clueless and knows nothing about Altered. But other times, the narrator is all-knowing and knows the names and history of Altered. I guess the narrator goes back and forth between these two.)

Gizzy automatically trusts Voice to be around to protect him, even though he’s been gone for the entire day?

If there’s one thing I learned from Voice breaking his promise, it’s that Voice put the “pro” in “procrastination.” And that’s saying something, considering that Altered has significantly less time than Earth.

The furry inside of me likes reading Woof’s pov. It’s cool seeing how these wolf packs work in this world.

Woahwoahwoahwoahwoah, magnifying glass wolf knows who Gizzy is O_O Is he Brandon?? I need to know! Damnit, this just got interesting. I want to learn more about MG wolf (yes, I’m calling him that.)

So the transwolves are not the most dangerous thing on the planet. That’s a nice perspective.

I’m imagining Ratchet cuddling in a blanket by that fire :3

Eeeeeey, inside joke Ratchet 8D I love it.

Another exposition dump, but I’ll take it. Woohoo, Ratchet’s backstory. And world-building.

The loyal Ratchet.

Bullets and singing arrows. Hell yeah.

I think Witch’s personality is a lot better here. I can see that he’s still an asshole and power-hungry, but able to conciel it. And his actions have clearer motivations. I love it Witch felt legitimate sympathy for Ratchet? Huh. Darn it, now I’m feeling sympathy for Witch. Noooooo D: I guess that’s what he meant by his life turning into a mess in the Minecraft roleplay episode 12.

They say Witch has been dethroned a while back. However, following the Minecraft roleplay’s timeline, that’s not the case. He was actually dethroned the day Gizzy arrived to Altered, which is very recent. I really hope that Gizzy knows this. This better not turn into a plot hole again

How did coming to Altered change Clayton?? He’s only been there for a day. What happened to him and what caused him to snap??

Aww, Ratchet tried to heal Clayton D’:

…that timeskip and Cib’s motives in the last two paragraphs confused the heck out of me

…this book is weird.

Anyways, see you guys later for the next chapter

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Top Movies Seen in 2016 released in 2016

Hey all! This is my list for my top films that I saw in 2016 that were released in 2016. If you’re looking for a list of the top movies I saw in 2016 that WERE NOT released in 2016, click here! [Link forthcoming]

IMPORTANT NOTE: There’s a bunch, and I mean a bunch, of high profile/critically lauded movies I’ve still yet to see. That does not mean I put any of these movies on my list reluctantly. In fact, I hemmed and hawed over this list. IMHO there were a lot of great movies this year, but most of them were indie flicks instead of big budget ones. 

10) Ghostbusters

Who'd of thunk that this movie would be so polarizing and a dowsing rod for awful shitheels.

Anyway, I'd rather celebrate the movie than talk about the backlash. This movie did not surpass the original, but it can easily stand along side it. I have no serious qualms with what was put forth in this movie. I loved all the new Ghostbusters characters. I thought the ghost designs were neat. And I thought it was really funny.

This movie hits the four tenants of Ghostbusters: 1) It's funny, 2) It's about friends joining forces to defeat ghosts, 3) It has a few scary parts, and 4) It has fun with pseudo-science.

I've watched it twice now and each time I get a stupid grin on my face both because of what the movie does and how it reminds me of my childhood.

9) The Shallows

A lean and mean survival thriller. Blake Lively vs. a shark. That's it and it's great.

The brilliance of this movie is in its simplicity. There's about 10 minutes of exposition before the initial shark attack. After that it's watching Lively systematically figure out how to get out of her predicament.

Also, towards the end of the movie there was a scene featuring a particular sea creature that had me so terrified I nearly passed out. Not really. That’s a lie. But still it was gross and awful and I’m surprised more movies don’t utilize that particular sea creature. 

It's also a gorgeously shot movie. The open shots of surfers and the beach Lively goes to are spectacular.

8) Hardcore Henry

Hardcore Henry is the closest movie we're getting to Crank 3. That's why it's on this list. This movie is non-stop, chaotic, innovative action.

It also happens to be one of the best video game movies despite not being based on a video game. The whole movie is shot POV from the main character, Henry. Another character is constantly talking at, not to, Henry giving him exposition and missions much like in a video game. The bad guy looks like he's from some Japanese RPG like Final Fantasy.

7) 10 Cloverfield Lane

10 Cloverfield Lane is a sister movie to Green Room. It's a claustrophobic thriller but unlike Green Room this movie is all cerebral. It's Twilight Zone-esque. Is John Goodman's massive conspiracy nut telling the truth or just a plain old kidnapper? How will Mary Elizabeth Winstead use her noggin to escape?

These questions lead to a suspenseful and thrilling time at the movies.

6) Kill Zone 2

For the vast majority of martial arts movies the story isn’t an important part of the movie itself. Usually you judge these movie by how awesome the fight choreography is. 

But then a movie like Kill Zone 2 comes along and delivers a complex and thematically rich story embedded into the kick ass fights. In this movie's case it's a morality tale examining all sides of organ donation. What does it mean to be an organ donor? What is it like waiting for an organ? How can you justify using the black market for organ donation?

Oh and to be clear this movie does have incredible fight scenes. The finale is jaw-dropping. There’s also a prison riot sequence that is shot to look like it’s all one continuous take. I don’t think it is. I think they cheated edits somewhere, but still, it’s awesome. 

5) Green Room

No joke I spent the last 1/3 of this movie literally on the edge of my seat cradling my head in my hands horrified at what was transpiring.

You know when you watch a movie and are frustrated by decisions characters make? A lot of times the filmmakers force characters to do things just to advance the plot or put them into a position of danger? In this movie every single character acts logically to themselves. You can see why every character makes the decision they do.

The movie grabs you immediately and does not let up. It is a visceral experience watching this movie. You feel like you have to take a shower afterwards.

4) The Neon Demon

The story and theme of what's presented in The Neon Demon has been seen before. What's new and what puts it on this list is how jaw-dropping gorgeous the movie is. Since it's a movie about the L.A. fashion scene isn't that the point though?

Nicolas Winding Refn is a difficult filmmaker to engage with. His movies are not for everyone. Don’t be surprised if you watch this movie and are frustrated with it or think it’s a horrendous piece of shit. Refn is a provocateur. 

Do try to rent this on Blu Ray. Watching it over the internet on Netflix or iTunes will do it a disservice.

3) The Nice Guys

Nobody makes them like Shane Black. The Nice Guys is peak Shane Black. It's a concentrated dose of all his ticks and quirks put into a movie. Fun, unexpected action, great quips, hilarious bad guys and goons, and a healthy dose of creative swearing. 

Ryan Gosling and Russell Crowe will be your new best friends. I've seen the movie 2.5 times already. Every time I watch I'm dropped into 1970s Los Angeles and I never want to leave. Oh yeah, this movie is also hilarious.

2) Arrival

Arrival is a movie that celebrates science and togetherness. It's a movie about letting scientists do their thing. These are professionals who have dedicated their live to understanding the world around us. When you let them do their thing we can all transcend our society to the next plane of existence.

It’s also a story about navigating through grief and utilizing your grief for good rather than wallowing in it. Amy Adams puts in an all time great performance. The entire weight of the movie is on her shoulders and she makes it look weightless. 

That this movie has this message and came out in this period of our history is nothing short of miraculous.

1) Swiss Army Man

Swiss Army Man is wonderful and beautiful life-affirming movie. It's a movie that celebrates life and why it's important to indulge and all that life has to offer rather than sit it out on the sidelines. It's also deeply immature and couched in an absurd number of fart jokes and toilet humor.

Paul Dano usually plays scumbags but in this his character is so openly wounded and sad. Dano bears his soul to portray the suicidal Hank. Meanwhile, Daniel Radcliffe puts in an amazing performance of physical comedy. His character, a talking corpse, learns to regain his humanity throughout the picture. As it progresses he introduces more and more dexterity into his role. 

The combination of philosophical musings with gross out gags makes it one of the most unique movies you will ever experience.

Honorable Mentions

OJ Made in America

Is it a movie? Is it a tv show? Is it a mini-series? Whatever it is it's one of the best things I watched all year. It's a thorough examination of OJ Simpson's life and how it relates to current events. Seriously, it's shocking how much of what OJ did and what surrounded his life that has had rippled through time and still to this day affects us.

High-Rise

Technically this movie was released in 2015 but had its wide release in 2016.

This movie is the cousin to Snowpiercer. It's literally about class warfare.

Whereas Snowpiercer was an action-thriller, High-Rise is an artsy experimental movie. It's difficult, it's dense, and I don't quite understand everything that happened. All I know is that at the end I sat stunned for a good five minutes as the credits rolled.

The Invitation

Technically this movie was released in 2015 but had its wide release in 2016.

The Invitation is a tense and stomach-turning examination of grief through the lens of an awkward dinner party.

Over the course of the dinner we bounce back and forth between thinking something wrong or everything is alright and it's the neurosis of the main character.

The ending is one of those all time great gut punches that really puts a bow on the top of an already unbearably suspenseful movie.