#you got to do better hunty

[alphajocklover]

Like OMG hunty! This is like totes, such a fun little site you have here. Apps, charms, and all that like. So here is like the stitch bitch, I’m this super swishy liberal queen but like I’m also an actor. And I’m up for this part and like I totes don’t know why my agent even thought of it for me. He’s this super conservative, awful straight douche. Like totally obnoxious. Crude. Belittles women and guys like me. And like I said super conservative. And I was wondering like omg, this is silly but is there anyway you could make me fit the part?

I’m glad you like my work, though I’m a little offended at how you put it. Calling it ‘a fun little site’ makes me worry you might not be taking what you’re getting into very seriously. Being transformed is incredibly serious business. You’ll be giving up your identity, or at least a large part of it, to become someone else. And even the safest ways of doing transformations can go horribly wrong. Taking on that risk for a movie role… either you’re a fool, or an incredibly dedicated actor. Possibly both. I’m going to assume it’s just the latter for my own conscience, and because if that really is the case… I’m actually pretty impressed. To go as far as to use unnatural means to alter your body and mind so you can better fit a role… it speaks to a passion for your work that most people never find. So even though I’m still a little offended… I’ll help you. More than that, I’m going to make you one of the greatest actors of all time. This isn’t going to be an easy task. I know you specifically asked for help fitting into this one role, but if you’re going to become a truly great actor, you’re going to need range. Playing only straight douchebags will only get you so far. You’re going to need to be able to change to fit whatever role you’re playing, which means an ongoing transformation. Those aren’t very easy to pull off. There are ways to do it, but my work isn’t sophisticated enough to do those. I’m a decent TF reporter, but actually doing TFs is still fairly new for me. A spell could work, but it would take much more magic than I have. I’m not even sure a talented wizard could pull off a spell like that without a coven to back them up. My next option would be nanobots or something, like the kind the Douchebag Revolution uses. But I’d have to get some from the revolution, and then reprogram them… and I’m not exactly an expert programmer. Programming is hard enough, but programming nanobots? Magically charged nanobots? Yeah that's not happening. I could always ask my Uncle’s friend Nick, the devil I’ve mentioned before, since his magic can do some truly incredible and complicated things, but for something this big he’d definitely want your soul. Even the wishing supernova might not work, as wishes this complicated are incredibly hard to pull off right. None of the other methods I’ve mentioned before would work well either… so if we’re going to pull this off, we’ll have to use something different. Something new. Something like… A potions set! Now, that probably sounds a little strange. I mean, considering how complicated I just told you this transformation will be to pull off, making it work with some magic cocktail probably sounds crazy. The thing is I’m not giving you one potion. I’m giving you dozens of them. In the box you’ve just received are a large amount of potions, each one set to transform you into a different movie cliche. We’ve got one that will make you into a hardboiled detective, one that will turn you into a sports star, and even one that will make you into a superhero. And those are only some of them. Take a potion that's the closest to the role you want to get, and for the next 24 hours you’ll have the personality of that person, all while still remembering your true self. With this, you will literally be the perfect method actor! And with a little extra magic, people won’t even realize you’re doing it. They’ll just think you’re a great actor! With the set of potions I’ve given you, some hard work, and a bit of deception, you just might be the greatest actor to ever live. And when you’re not playing a role, you can always have some fun with the potions in your regular life. Why don’t you try one now? This one looks interesting. ‘The Action Hero’.

Ok… wow. That worked really well. I wasn’t sure it’d be this effective but I guess I’ve got a knack for potion making! I’m glad you like your new body so much. I would too honestly, look at those pecs! And the personality transformation aspect seems to be working well too, considering the hint of superiority in your smirk and how you can’t keep your eyes off the delivery woman's tits. Enjoy being a straight, douchebag action hero. And if you ever need a potion refill or anything specific, just let me know. Now stop flirting with that girl and get going, you’re going to miss your audition!

**I'll admit, I think this one might have gotten a little bit away from me. I've been thinking about potions a lot lately, and the idea of an actor literally transforming to fit a role really excited me. I know the person who sent this probably wanted a bigger focus on the douchebag part of the TF, but I got so excited by the idea. I hope you still like it, and feel free to send in another on**

[blackdragoness]

PAC: WHAT MAKES YOU STAND OUT?

1) Pile 1 - 10 of Pentacles

2) Pile 2- Page of Wands

3) Pile 3- 5 of Pentacles

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Pile 1 - 10 of Pentacles

💍WIFEY💍

What makes you standout:

- wifey material

- stable

- patient

- kind

- sustainable

- efficient

- workaholics

- might come from a great family or upbringing

- endurance

- "you better shape up, cuz I need a man but my heart is set on you" sandy from grease

- temptation

-personable

-charismatic

-public speaking

-might be great with animals

-high standards and high morals

Tarot Cards:

You are the TOTAL PACKAGE. Hot Mami Tamale 🔥This is why you are wifey material. You are the calm of any storm. You are a great problem solver. I'm channelling alot of masculine energy. A lot of men think about you. You may be surrounded by men a lot either in a work environment or friend environment, etc. Men know they can rely on you to complete tasks that may be too heavy for other women to carry. You may have many suitors. Early on you may doubt your self worth because many of your suitors may not take you seriously at first but then fall madly in love as time goes on. You may be extremely attractive whether you care to admit it or not. This is why men don't take you seriously at first. They think you are nothing but a trophy and a good time. That is until they open up Pandora's box and find out all there is to know about such a beautiful alien creature that you are lol. Men realize you are not one to play with because you aren't afraid to walk away from anything that doesn't serve you. You may be "the one that got away" for a lot of people. This is not a love reading but I am channelling alot of romantic feelings from the opposite sex (not gender specific). You may be perceived as someone who never struggles in romance as you have lots of romantic offers. You always seem to glow up and level up every time you close a chapter in your life. A lot of people from your past miss you and wish to reconnect. What makes you standout is how people react to you. People notice the various reactions you evoke in those you interact with. Even those who are widely known for being the Eeyore of the crew will crack a smile or laugh during an interaction with you. You make everything seem effortless. I'm hearing legacy. Those who chose this pile are destined to leave behind a legacy. It could be positive or negative, but it's your choice to write your own story. Whatever it be, it will be what your bloodline is known for for generations to come but also be what you guys are skilled at. People don't realize what you meant to them until you walked away but things seemed to be effortless for you once you walked away and chose yourself. You stand out for your self love and your love for others. You want everyone around you to succeed and thrive. Everyone feels more inspired and motivated when you are around. You are many peoples muse. Keep shining bright like a diamond hunty.

Channelled Movie: Land Before Time

Channelled Song: You're The One That I Want - Olivia Newton John & John Travolta

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Pile 2: Page of Wands

⭐SUPERSTAR⭐

What makes you standout:

- limitless potential

-innovative

-breathe of fresh air

-unorthodox

-thinks outside the box

-talkative and communicative but in a way that grabs your attention for a long period of time

-leadership qualities

-initiative

-strong aries vibes

-lone wolf

-menace to society

-catalyst for change

Tarot cards:

If you chose this group, the thing that makes you stand out is that you have an undercover celebrity vibe about you. What makes you stand out is that you do not see just now truly magical you are to other people. Whimsical. You seem like a fairy when people first meet you and they wonder why you settle for the life you choose. You might live a very simple mundane and minimalistic lifestyle. Nothing wrong with that but you stand out to people because they think you should be living more lavishly. It's like if someone who looked like Jennifer Lopez decided to settle for a basic 9-5 career while rocking Shein's and being okay with that. Granted, she would still slay but do you see why you stand out? You look like something that waltzed right out of a Disney movie. "if there was anyone who would make it big from this small town, it would be that girl!" A lot of people see you as a celebrity in the making. Like you could be a model, an actress, a super star! But you are at peace with working a basic job making minimum wage. You make people want to invest in you. However, there's Something about a lack of motivation and being stuck in between two worlds. Indecisive energy. This may keep you awake at night. Wondering about your stability and your future. You are a rollercoaster! When people meet you, they aren't prepared for the rollercoaster of emotions you take them through. You are hard to comprehend and understand. Some of the things you do may at face value seem completely disrespectful and inhumane. But as time goes on and people pick apart the incident, they come to understand the innocence of your actions. As much as people hate it, they can't resist it. People can become very addicted to you and lose sleep over you. People can develop very jealous feelings towards you wondering if you are entertaining others or if their partners are secretly entertaining you. Lots and lots of birds in your life. Lots of talk. Lots of chita-chatta. You stand out because you are very humble. You are okay with the simple and mundane things in life. A lot of people think you could be famous or widely known for the ideas you come up with but you don't seem to care for the recognition. This is why you stand out. You are very talented and skilled in many things yet you do nothing with it. You are someone who shines bright without even trying. you may not like the spotlight or being the center of attention but when you do open up and share parts of your world with others, they feel so warm and gooey like warm honey lol. People don't understand why you aren't utilizing your talents. But it's only because they are addicted to your honey! They wish they could have it 24/7 but they disregard the fact that you are a human being as well. You may like a lot of time alone. Inner peace. Boundaries. You see the world differently. You choose to develop and master your talents in private and use them only when needed. Fame is not what you are after. It's skill. But not many people understand that or know. You may not even know that yourself. That is why you do not care to show off your talents.

Channelled Movie: Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile

Channelled Song: Anti-hero: Taylor Swift

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Pile 3: 5 of Pentacles

🏍️RIDE OR DIE ALPHA🏍️

-charitable

-selfless , will take the shirt off your back to help someone in need

-Icy Queen vibes - you colddddddd AF bitch 🤣 I'd like to see a mf TRY!

-cut off game strong

-spiritual to the point where people think you are a little kookoo in the noggin

-out of touch, out of reach, out of sight

-known for overcoming deep struggles and being victorious

-Soldier energy

-experienced

-teacher, mentor energy

-moves in silence

-unexpected

-enigma

Tarot cards:

You stand out because of your resiliency and your indestructibility. Whoever chose this pile, you have been through the war field many times in your life. Wounded. Stranded. Deserted. Left out. Shamed. Abused. Manipulated. Betrayal. So much hate and malice thrown your way and still you rose. Gahhhh dayum Pile 3, y'all some muthafuckin' souljah's, lets just say that! Your world could have been flipped upside down And tossed around and yet you still rose from the destruction and created opportunities for yourself. Dayuuuummmmmm. This energy is huge and it's intense. Who tf are you? When people think of you they are AMAZED at your inner strength especially after they find out your history and all the battles you've fought. You are valiant. Chivalrous. Immovable. Courageous. Unstoppable. Warrior spirit. Phoenix rising. People may have seen you come out victorious from a very tumultuous time. It's shocking and astonishing. You see the silver lining in everything so even the sourest of life experiences, you are able to see the sweetness of it all. Real life influencer vibes. "N*gga, F*ck your twitter, bitches follow me in real life" -J Cole. In a league of your own. In your own world. Superhero vibes. Super Villain vibes. GOAT. Go getter. Midas touch. Alpha dawg. Regina George/Sharpay Evans vibes. Pristine. Prim & proper. Upperclass vibes. The popular girl in school. Girl next door vibes. Confidence on 30000x. Beyonce of your own world. Fierce. Magnetic. One in a million. Unique. Straight to the point. Cut-throat. No bullshit.

Channelled Movie: The Blind Side

Channelled Song: Scars to Your Beautiful - Alessia Cara

[rtc-confessions]

Outside of the updates made to the show to attempt to fix the ableism modern versions of the shows scripts are less funny and flow worse

Some examples of this are

- after Noel's lament when Mischa talks about watching drag race and using the term "hunty", A piece of information and a item in his speech pattern that doesn't fit his character. This scene works significantly better when mischa talks about the Macklemore song "Same love" because not only is that an absurd way to become not homophobic but it also fits his character as a white boy rapper who seemingly only listens to ringtone rap and (maybe Crunk?)

- Ricky's transition. This entire scene feels so rough. It literally starts with mischa going "ricky why don't you tell us about yourself". As if Jacob was literally struggling to write Ricky's transition and just gave up on trying and decided to have mischa just push the story along because they had to. Which sucks because the earlier versions of the show give Ricky this amazing monologue that tells us more about his philosophies without it feeling too forced.

This also makes comedic lines that do stay from older versions feel like tonal whiplash (to quote a friend, "(modern) rtc feels almost family friendly and then they randomly hit you with 'CHEESE SANDWICHES MADE OUT OF HUMAN BREASTMILK'")

All in all rtc is a great show with a rich history but IMO modern versions of scripts are extremely disappointing compared to the versions that got me into this musical/fandom

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[bonefall]

Goosefeather (or Featherwhisker if you’ve drawn Goose before), if you’re still doing the sketch requests

[ID: Featherwhisker from Warrior Cats, for the Better Bones AU. He is a white, fluffy cat with a plumy tail and a pink underbelly.]

Raise your hand if you always forget canon Featherwhisker is supposed to be silver-gray 🙋

I wanted to do a different take on him than usual, his brother is Sunfall, his dad is Flamenose, his mom is a tortie, so I wanted to keep a 'warm' kinda feeling to the dude.

I swear I meant the belly to be ginger but picked a color that was too pink... but then Clumsy by Fergie came on my playlist and it was like, oh okay, the Spirit of Hunty Featherwhisker is possessing my color picker. That's what's happening here.

I had to re-draw his tail a billion times too, because the little curve kept looking like a butt. This was a very fun design.

That's how he would be btw. BB!Featherwhisker's personality is SO silly and funloving, he's a rulebreaker, he's a cheeky bastard, he's nosy, he WANTS the gossip.

Featherwhisker is the secret biodad of Frostfur.

He has a fondness for a kittypet that he visits frequently. See, Featherwhisker has a philosophy... more of a realization.

The Cleric is the most powerful role in the whole Clan. Sure, a leader has final authority, and a deputy organizes day-to-day life, but what does that matter when StarClan is supposed to be their final authority?

If you don't get caught, if you're just careful enough to be respectful... the Cleric is uncontested. And when his brother is the leader, who will stop him? Goosefeather? The one who got his own sister killed?

Yes, Goosefeather is powerful on his own right, and a fight between Clerics would be a headache, even if he would probably win thanks to his popularity... so he shrimply doesn't get caught, you see.

Or, at least, that's his perspective.

And BOY OH BOY is this influential to Spottedleaf. She wants this so bad. You can see a TON of his mindset in her.

That said......

Featherwhisker is in the Dark Forest. Not because he's a bad cat, in fact he's SAINTLY, ALWAYS there for his Clanmates when they need them

But... he's pretty picky-and-choosey with what messages from StarClan he relays. He only respects the parts of the code that make sense to him.

So he won't share a bad prophecy. He sired a child with a kittypet. He frequently channeled spirits directly instead of contacting StarClan's warriors the way he 'should'

StarClan took that as disrespect, and damned him for it.

Mind you, this is before Fire Alone.

Featherwhisker meets his end in Spottedleaf's completely gutted, reworked, reshaken, and replaced SE, Spottedleaf's Plague.

He dies of the titular plague just 1 year - 6 months before the start of TPB, catching it from Leopardfoot while treating her.

The book closes out with Spottedleaf and Tigerclaw having lost someone beloved, taking in very different ways, both of them lamenting the distance that's come between them.

I'm very fond of him. He's a super fun supporting character! Never gets a POV of his own, but means a lot to the people around him.

[xyxofspades]

garroth-is-done / trans-garroth is proship fyi

Hey anon unless you’ve got receipts I’m taking this with an immense grain of salt. I can’t go through their old blog bc it’s gone so I can’t double check. And if you’re talking about the “ship and let ship” in their bio, that phrase can apply to several things.

It can apply to serial killer x victim, it can apply to employee x employer, it can apply to toxic relationship ships. Am I particularly fond of these? No, not really. But these are ships that can contain adults.

My line is drawn when people are shipping family- and I mean literal family. I.e: people shipping the Blight twins from The Owl House I have a problem with that. Luz x Vee, I also have a problem with that because I think adopted siblings are still siblings. But I have no problem with people shipping Luz x Hunter because they aren’t literally related or related by adoption. Hunter was taken in by Darius iirc? I don’t like the ship, but fundamentally I don’t see a problem with them, hence, ship and let ship.

And when people are shipping children in nsfw spaces. It’s okay to ship Dipper and Pacifica. It’s not okay to bring that ship into nsfw because they’re children. “Oh, Xyx, what about characters who are like 17 like Oikawa from Haikyuu? Highschoolers are minors but they get up to stuff all the time!” Yeah, true, god knows I did. But the difference there is that they generally have a more developed brain than a 12 year old? Honestly though, still makes me uncomfortable so I avoid those too.

Another thing is that when you go into people’s inboxes like this and just drop “so-and-so is proship” without any evidence, how am I to be sure you aren’t just spreading rumors? You’ve given me nothing to work with. This is like that time in high school someone started a rumor that I died when I did not, in fact, die. And everyone believed it because no one bothered to text me and fact check it. Also some people can get witch-hunty about this sort of thing. I’m not saying you were trying to start anything, not what I’m saying at all, but the internet has been known to have a hair brain trigger with untrue or incomplete information.

Ultimately, some of us have jobs. And real life responsibilities and issues. I’m not gonna sit around and go “oh this person is bad” when I have other shit to do. Especially when the person trying to convince me “this person is bad” leave nothing on my doorstep but the phrase “this guy bad” and the internet is not gonna cultivate itself for you. You are responsible for weeding out what you don’t want to see. This is like the first rule of internet and especially the first rule of fandom, don’t like; don’t read. The block button is bright and shiny. Let’s say the person you’re talking about does happen to cross one of the boundary lines I’ve set for myself. It’s very easy for me to unfollow and block. It’s that simple. Unless they’re genuinely hurting someone, it’s not my problem and it’s not yours either. I have other shit to do and a car payment to make. I’ve got college classes to attend.

I feel like someone gonna read all this and take away that I’m proship. I’m not proship. I’m an adult with better things to do than bicker on the internet. Let me bold this so it’s easier to read

I am an adult with better things to do than bicker on the internet.

[mashirabar]

𝑺𝑼𝑬𝑵𝑨 𝑬𝑵 𝑬𝑳 𝑩𝑨𝑹 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑨.

A través de las bocinas resuena reconocida melodía y te obliga a prestar atención: LGBT, de CUPCAKKE. En el jukebox, el mensaje es claro. Se trata de una dedicatoria de NA HYERIM para NA HYEONGYU.

Fuck out my way when you see me I'm rollin' with the LGBT Fuck out my way when you see me I'm rollin' with the LGBT I'm rollin' with the LGBT I'm rollin' with the LGBT Lookin' like we belong on TV I'm rollin' with the LGBT

Too cool for this shit, look at my body language Shit on everything, I need some potty training Money missing, had to ask him, "Where the rest, dummy?" (Where it's at?) Before I call my bitches up, they say "yes, hunty" (You know it) Judge one of the studs, they gone bring some thugs (ya) Judge one of my drags, catch a heel up yo' ass (uh-oh) Don't judge a lesbian, 'cause she don't want you back, man (woo) Judge one of the gays, they drag you from Z to A (they will) And shout out to the bi's, you ain't gotta pick a side (nope) And if you in the closet, shorty, you ain't gotta hide (come out) Gotta make these bitches sick when they see you (What?) And if a bitch want beef, give her beef stew (yup, yup) Stripper right in front of me, I hope she washed her ass (you know it) She looking at my fine gays, but they don't wanna smash (nope) Know they 'bout to act a fool, time is past due Then the gays hop on stage, like, "I can shake my ass too."

Fuck out my way when you see me I'm rollin' with the LGBT Fuck out my way when you see me I'm rollin' with the LGBT I'm rollin' with the LGBT I'm rollin' with the LGBT Lookin' like we belong on TV I'm rollin' with the LGBT

Fashion wise, they don't play (no, boy) When they step out, they gone slay I'm talkin' tight jeans, good hygienes Mothafuckas stay fleek everyday, yeah (We fleek!) Fuck with them, you better run off No skydivers, gone jump off No pun intended, hoes offended 'Cause they see we flyer than flight attendants Do a hair flip, then I dip (then I dip) In the strip club throwing tips In V.I.P., I'm 'bout to buy more 'Cause life too short, like hype sports Tissue in my bra, bitch, gone head (gone head) Bad bitch, and I got long legs (long legs) Ass super plump, full of cornbread I shut a bitch up like a phone dead

Fuck out my way when you see me I'm rollin' with the LGBT Fuck out my way when you see me I'm rollin' with the LGBT I'm rollin' with the LGBT I'm rollin' with the LGBT Lookin' like we belong on TV I'm rollin' with the LGBT I'm rollin' with the LGBT I'm rollin' with the LGBT

[yeniasworld]

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"January 25th, 2024—*babes*, I sat down and wrote a whole long-ass poem, tryna make sense of all the vibes swirling in me while I was jetting through Europe with Alexx, this man I was seeing. I *really* thought I was having my little spiritual awakening moment, thinking all those feels were my past coming back to teach me something deep. But, hunty, fast forward to today, and I see it wasn’t just enlightenment—it was the universe sending me a ‘*Hey, girl, buckle up*' message. Turns out, that so-called awakening? It was a sneak peek into the crying, the pain, the drama I was about to live through. And guess what? It’s all my doing, served up by the universe, on a *platter* with a side of ‘you better learn today.’

Girl, I didn’t even have a say in this transition—felt like the universe had me *locked down*, no escape. My whole mind, body, spirit, and soul got dragged through it, kicking and screaming. But now? I get it. That so-called awakening was just my survival mode hitting the runway, forcing me to level up and seek healing. Once I surrendered to it, honey, I realized my ancestors—both the living and the ones up in the *heavens*—had dropped these gifts into my lap. All my life I thought I was just an empath, letting people sip on my energy for *free*, like a damn emotional open bar. Chile, I didn’t know I was serving myself up on a platter for 27 years!

But here’s the gag—everything I went through? It wasn’t just pain for pain’s sake, boo. I got beat down *physically* and *mentally* by my own twin for 18 years. And trust, it was a hot mess. But guess what? He wasn’t to blame—turns out he had bipolar and was carrying enough anger to fuel a whole damn storm, and I was his punching bag. But, baby, I came outta that mess with one major lesson: forgiveness. Before I even knew I needed healing, I learned how to forgive. And now? I know those gifts—my voice, my art, my talents—they aren’t even for me. They’re for the world, honey! I suffered so y’all could shine.

Now, standing here at the finish line, looking back at all that *struggle*, I’m like, ‘Sis, would I have signed up for this pain if I knew how hard it was gonna be?’ Hell no. I’m exhausted. But you know what? After all this? I’ve got a story to sing, to shout, to show off, and you better believe it’s gonna be fierce AF. I didn’t just survive—I thrived. And now? The world’s about to get a whole *show*. And baby, I’m the headliner. *Periodt, full stop, end of sentence*."

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[orangeequinox]

Honey, let me spill the tea on stem cells, because they are fierce and fabulous, just like you, darling! Picture this: stem cells are the ultimate queens of human biology and other multicellular organisms. They come packed with two major features: self-renewal and potency, and let me tell you, they serve it up realness on the reg.

First up, self-renewal, hunty! This is all about stem cells slaying the game by replicating themselves, giving us a never-ending flow of fresh cells for keeping our bodies snatched and serving looks. Can I get an amen for those regenerative processes, darling?

Now, let's talk about potency, baby! Stem cells have got the range, from totipotent to unipotent, they're serving face and versatility, henny! Totipotent stem cells are like the divas of the early embryo, capable of becoming any cell type, including the ones needed to build that fierce placenta. Then we've got pluripotent stem cells, strutting their stuff and slaying all three germ layers—ectoderm, endoderm, and mesoderm—giving us life and diversity.

But wait, there's more! Multipotent stem cells are like the multi-talented performers of the show, rocking a limited range of cell types within specific tissues or organs. They're the hematopoietic stem cells, giving us blood realness, and the mesenchymal stem cells, transforming into bone, cartilage, or fat cells with style and grace.

Now, we can't forget about our oligopotent and unipotent queens! These babes may have a smaller repertoire, but they still know how to turn it out, serving closely related or single-cell type realness. Typically found in adult tissues, they're all about keeping it real and doing the repair and maintenance gig, honey!

So, stem cells go through this whole glow-up process called differentiation, where they go from basic b*tch to slaying the game with specific roles in the body. It's all about those internal genetic factors and external signals, sis, guiding them on their journey to becoming the queens of neurons, muscle cells, or skin cells, serving looks and serving the body, hunty!

And you better believe stem cells are here for the drama, mama! When tissues are in trouble, they come through like the heroes they are, multiplying and transforming into the cell types needed to fix things up, giving us that tissue repair realness and making sure our bodies stay snatched and healthy.

So, in the grand finale, stem cells are the ultimate queens of maintaining bodily health, supporting growth and development, and serving up that tissue repair realness. They're the stars of the show in neuroscience, hunty, and they're paving the way for some fierce advancements in regenerative medicine. Can I get an "Amen" up in here, darling?! 🌟👑💅

[bigbrotherrealness]

Watching Sunday’s episode... I wish Ovi wasn’t so trusting! Like obviously there’s an alliance and can you not pick up on the vibes in the room?!?!

[doberbutts]

First off, as someone with an injured hip, I would not want this for a dog. It fucking sucks man. I should eventually be healed, but inflicting this upon a dog for the rest of its life? With no relief? It’s fucking cruel. No thanks.

Second, a lot of people don’t seem to understand that working crosses are relatively common (at least in my area) various gun dogs are crossed often based on the merits of their parents. Same with the various herding breed mixes that are common here. The key tho is that the parents are proven and that they are kept within their job type

Same- my dad has the human version of hip dysplasia and a few years ago got a total hip replacement and he said realizing now his chronic "back pain" was coming from his bad hips he would never have made Mocha, our dysplastic dog, suffer for as long as she did with it.

[ironically, he fell a few weeks ago and started complaining of back pain again this time too painful to walk, and when he eventually went to the doctor about it discovered he'd BROKEN a hip]

I will never agree to breeding a dog with any sort of joint dysplasia.

And, same here, in PA there's a lot of herdy hunty dogs who are basically 🤷‍♂️ hunts good 🤷‍♂️ and 🤷‍♂️ herds good 🤷‍♂️ as far as breed goes. I wish they had more health testing but the dogs do work, sometimes better than their purebred variants. Working crosses are great! They just have to, you know, actually fucking work and not be "well it's x breed so it's good at y work :)"

[mlovesstories]

Here Goes Nothing

Summary: Jensen discovers something about his wife, and it changes his family’s world for the better. And… his daughter plays a pretty good matchmaker. 

AN: This was fun to write.  Hope you like it. 

WC: 5300

Warnings: cheating, mentions of abuse, language

Jensen x daughter reader

Jensen x Danneel

“Babe?” Jensen walked into the shared bedroom.  He pushed open the door to find his worst nightmare sans her killed on the floor.  There she was, in all her glory… with a guy, in all of his too.  “I came home early to celebr-” He stopped as soon as he locked eyes with her.  “Steph?” Jensen’s mouth fell open.  In shock, he tried to speak but couldn’t.  

“Jay, I-” Stephanie couldn’t think of what to say, knowing she could not save the situation.  

“Who are you?” The guy rolled over and pulled the sheet to keep himself covered.  

“I’m her husband,” Jensen bit back.  “Who are you?” 

“Her fiance.” The man took Stephanie’s hand and showed her a ring that Jensen did not recognize.  

A rush of emotion hit him, and he gritted his teeth.  

“She was mine first, but you can take her now.  Get out of my house, you shithead.” Jensen pointed at the man.  “When I get back with our daughter, I expect you to be gone, and YOU,” gesturing to Stephanie, “better have clothes on and ready to have a conversation with her.” He turned and left the room, giving her undeserved privacy.  “Leave the key and the door locked when you leave, Mr. Suave!” He shouted back into the room.  

Jensen knew their marriage wasn’t that great, but he had really been trying.  The husband gave everything he had to the relationship, but it didn’t work, he guessed.  Counseling, date nights, flying across the country… but nope.  

Jensen stormed out of the house, looking at his watch.  

Crap.  Gotta get the kid from school since Stephanie is BUSY.

“I need a coffee.  Or a drink.  Or both,” he whispered to himself.  Jensen got into his truck and stormed off the property, squealing his tires in anger.  

“Hey, baby girl.” Jensen put his truck in park at the school entrance as she got in the vehicle.  Hunter was his pride and joy, his princess, his number one.  The fifteen year-old climbed into the car.  

“Dad!” She screamed, surprised to see him instead of her mother.  “I thought Mom was picking me up.  I didn’t think you would be back from BC yet?” Hunter threw her backpack over her chair into the rear seat and gave her dad a hug.  

“You got me today.” Jensen sighed inwardly.  “Got a surprise for you.” He grinned, trying to not show the confusion and frustration on his face.  

“What?” Hunter put her seat belt on.  

“I’m taking you to get coffee-”

“Starbucks? Dutch? Ziggi’s? Which one?” 

“BUT- It has to be decaf, you hear me?” 

“Yes! I don’t care! Thanks!” Hunter beamed with excitement at the rare treat.

“I was thinking Black Rock. You good with that?” Jensen turned the wheel to leave the parking lot.  

“That’s out of the way, though.” Hunter looked to her dad.  “Whatever, I want some.  Let’s do it,” she smiled.  

Jensen snuck off to the restroom and pulled his phone from his pocket after he ordered their drinks.

“Hey, Jared.  Can you and Gen take Hunter tonight? Please? I know it’s short-notice, but I need to have a conversation with Stephanie.  I’ll explain later, and I’ll owe you one.” 

“Woah, slow down there, Jack.” Jared chuckled but then stopped when he realized how serious Jensen sounded.  “Hang on, let me ask Gen.” Jensen could hear shuffling and Jared’s voice boom.  “Gen! Can Hunty spend the night? Jensen needs to take care of something.” 

Jensen crossed his fingers and tapped his foot on the bathroom floor.  

“She said that was fine.  Bring her over.” 

“Thanks, man.  Fill you in later.”  Jensen exited the restroom to find his daughter sitting at a small table in the corner, still waiting for their drinks.  

“Order for Jay! Two cappuccinos!” A barista yelled from behind the counter.  

Hunter hopped up out of the chair to retrieve the drinks. 

“I got it.” Jensen motioned her to sit.

“I’m fifteen, I can handle retrieving-”

“And I can get it, sweetheart.  Just let me treat you today,” he nudged her playfully back to the table.

Hunter noticed the sad expression behind his sweet smile that he always gave her.  

“Oh.  Okay.  Thanks, Dad.”  Hunter side-eyed him as he turned to walk to the counter.  

Something is wrong, she thought.  

“What did I do,” Hunter thought out loud before her dad returned to their table.  

“So- how was your day?”  He adjusted in his seat and tossed his daughter a napkin.  

“Fine.  Not a lot of homework this weekend, so I’m grateful for that.” 

“Good.” 

Hunter flashed her dad a smile.  When he didn’t return it, she raised a brow. “You okay?” 

“Yep.  Just tired from my red-eye.” 

“You sure?” Hunter took a sip of her coffee.  

“Absolutely.” He slurped his drink.  “I need to have a night with your mom since I haven’t seen her in a few weeks.  I asked Jared and Gen if you could spend the night. “

“Eww, Dad! TMI!” Hunter spit out her drink.  Some of it landed in Jensen’s face.  “Oh, sorry!” 

“Not that kind of time.  I just need to spend some time with her, that is all.  When we get home, can you pack an overnight bag and go next door, please?” 

“Are the kids going to be there?”  Hunter smiled with anticipation.  

“Well, they are their children, so I would assume so, kiddo,” Jensen chuckled.  

“I’m just asking!” Hunter giggled. 

“I’m sure you’ll have a great time.”  

Hunter walked into the house and put her backpack and lunch away.  She gathered her overnight items and went in search of her mom.  Hunter heard whispered-yelling from the kitchen.  

“Hi, Mom.” Hunter smiled.  She saw her mom’s puffy eyes and thin lips braced into a line.  

“Hi, sweetie! How was your day?” Stephanie tried to hide her discomfort from Hunter.  

“It was good.  Not too much homework.  Got an A on my math test.” Hunter shrugged.  “I have my stuff ready.  Dad asked me to hang with the Pads’ tonight.  I’ll see you tomorrow.” She looked at both her parents and hugged them before walking out the back door.  

“We need to talk,” Jensen seethed.  Stephanie rolled her eyes.  “I’ve tried everything I can to make sure that this works between us.  If not us then for her,” he motioned toward the back door.  “And then you go and do THAT?” Jensen crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair at the kitchen table.  

“Aren’t you going to rittle me with questions, huh?” Stephanie stood up.  “How long have I been with him, did I even think about how it would affect the family?” 

“I don’t care about that.  You have made your intentions clear. Now, we are going to sit down with Hunter.  We are going to tell her that you and I have started our separate ways, and this is what is going to happen.  You are going to file for divorce.  You are not going to tell her why.  It would break her heart, and I can’t see my princess hurt. You want to break it off? Fine, but it is not her fault, and you will not make her feel that way. “ Jensen boiled over.  

“You are about to ruin my relationship with my daughter!” Stephanie stomped toward Jensen who was still sitting in his seat.  

“You already did.” 

Stephanie punched him, hitting him on the nose.  

Jensen stilled.  After regaining himself, he pointed to the front door.  

“Get out. I will not let you treat me that way.  And you will not be around my daughter if you are going to do so.” He looked away from her while he said it, confused about how he got to this point.  “And good luck getting that guy back, seems he was a good guy and didn’t even know about me.  What does that say about you? I’ll take care of the conversation myself, I guess.  Leave.” 

“Ugh! You fucker!” Stephanie screamed.  

“Mom?” Hunter let the door slam behind her.  “What the hell?  Why are you hurting him?” She ran to her dad’s aid as blood trickled out of his nose.  “Shit.” Hunter checked her dad over before standing in front of her father, feet spread and crossed her arms.  

“He is a no-good-” 

“Leave.” Jensen demanded.  “You lost the privilege of telling her what happened.  You go somewhere else now.”  

Stephanie huffed angrily.  She turned to her daughter and said, “Sorry about all of this, Hunty.  I really do love you even if you think I don’t.” She took her purse from the table beside the door and exited.  

“What the fuck just happened?” Hunter turned to her dad.  She noticed her dad’s nose started to bleed more than before, so she retrieved some napkins.  “Here.”  He took them and pinched them against his face, noticing the blood that fell onto his shirt and a small spot on his jeans.  

“Come here.  I need some help telling you.” He used his non-bloody hand to take hers and walk her out the back door, down the path that led to their neighbors’.  

“Jensen, I thought-” Gen came to the door.  “What the-” 

“Can we come in?” He swung open the door without waiting for permission.  

“Yeah, here,” Gen pulled out a chair for him in the kitchen, and Hunter sat him down as Jared came into the room. 

“Who-” Jared gasped at his co-worker and friend’s face.  

“My mom.” Hunter answered his infinites inquiry.  “And they haven’t told me why!” She ground her teeth together in frustration.  

“Okay, okay.” Jared tried to assuage her reaction.  

“Honey, I’m going to tell you something that is going to be very upsetting.  But know that your mom and I love you.” He waited.  “I came home today, and she was with another guy.” 

“What?” Gen gasped.

“The details don’t matter, but she is not interested in being married to me anymore. When I talked with her about it, she got angry and then you saw the rest.” Jensen pointed to his face.  

“Was he balding, your height, and had an earring?” Hunter asked.

“Umm…” Jensen tried to recall.  “Yeah, actually.” 

“I’ve seen him a few times.” 

“You’ve met him?” Jared pulled a chair to sit next to his friend. He gave Jensen a box of tissues and pulled the kitchen trash can closer to the bleeding man.

“She told me he was a friend, but I know you and Mom agreed not to be alone with a girl or guy since you were married.  Perception and all that.  He was there once when I got home from school.  They were acting weird.” Hunter slammed her fists onto the table.  “I’m so angry!” 

“I know.  It’s okay to be mad right now.” Jared pulled her into his lap.  Hunter found it odd since she was long and lanky, but at the moment, she was thankful for his calming voice and big arms that enveloped hers.  “We got you,” he soothed and rubbed her back.  

Jensen saw his daughter react and then he did too.  The dad took the neckline of his now-dirtied shirt and brought it to his face.  Using it as a tissue, he cried into it.  Gen walked to him and kissed the top of his head.  Taking her hands, she held his cheeks in her palms, stroking them with her thumbs. Offering him a smile, Jensen returned it.  

“Thanks,” he whispered.  

The four of them sat in silence for a few minutes before they heard Tom, Shep, and Odette running down the stairs.  

“I’m leaving!” Jensen whispered and gestured to the door.  “I don’t want them to see me like this.  They don’t know.” 

“Good idea”.  

Hunter grabbed her bag and walked quickly out the door with her dad.  

“You need to get that checked out.” 

“If I do, the cops will be involved.  Hurts like hell though.”

“Well, go see Ms. Jones. She’s a doctor, right? She can tell you if it’s broken.” 

“The EMT from the show?” 

“Well, she knows us, so odds are she won’t report it then.  Problem solved.” 

Hunter received calls from her mother, but after the first interactions, she refused to talk with Stephanie.  Hunter was young, but she wasn’t stupid.  

“You’re going to take your daddy’s side?” The mom yelled into the phone. “You’ve always been a daddy’s girl.  A BRAT!” 

“Excuse me?” Hunter blared into her phone.  “You punched him in the face! You cheated on him without the other guy even knowing you were married! You’re the brat!” Her daughter hung up.  The phone rang again, but Hunter turned off  notifications for her mom.  

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” Jensen came into her room with an ice pack on his face. 

“Ouch.” Hunter sympathized with her dad.  “I think your face is only going to get more colorful.”

“Come here.” Jensen put down the ice and opened his arms.  “The thing going on between your mom and I…” 

“It’s called a divorce, Dad.” She rolled her eyes. 

“It has nothing to do with you, and I’m so sorry you are stuck in the middle.”  

“It has everything to do with me, Dad.  She called me a brat.” 

“She’s angry. You’re not a brat.” 

“Mom cheated and she blames it on me?” Hunter cocked her head to look at her dad. 

“It’s not your fault.” 

“Whatever.  I’m going to go smoke some weed.” His daughter turned away from him. He grabbed her arm and brought Hunter back to face him. 

“What did you just say?” .  

“Dad! Just kidding!” She exploded with laughter.  

“Honey,” he sighed.  “Please don’t joke about stuff like that.  We have been through a lot, and I know you could go and do that, and it would be justified, actually.  But I would hate to see you do something like that.”

“Dad, I am just kidding.” Hunter sighed and hugged him again.  

“If you EVER feel like you need to let off steam, tell me, okay? We can go do something, an activity or something.” 

“I know, Dad.  I love you.”  Hunter gave him a hug.

A few days later, Jensen heard loud crashes coming from her room. 

“HUNTER!” He banged on her door. Jensen twisted the knob. When it didn’t budge, he yelled for her again as the noise continued. Jensen reached above the door molding at the top of the door and retrieved a key he kept hidden for emergencies. Once her dad unlocked it, he swung the door open with all of his might. 

“Daddy.” Hunter froze. “I- I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened, I just got so- so angry.” Jensen took in the scene before him. Her desk was pushed over, the lamp broken. Sheets were stripped off the bed and pinned under her desk. 

“Stay right there, Sunshine.” He put a hand out to show a boundary. “You don’t have shoes on, and there is glass. I’m going to get my boots so that I can come get you, okay?” He saw a blank look on her face.” Nod if you heard me.” 

Hunter blinked. 

“I heard you.” 

“Stay there,” Jensen came back quickly with his own shoes on. “Come here.” He pulled her into his chest. “I’m going to carry you out. There is glass between you and the door. I don’t want you to get hurt.”  Jensen reached out and took some of her sandals that were nearby and handed them to her. He bent down and carried her over his shoulder. Jensen grunted.

“Sorry, Dad.” Hunter sniffled. 

Jensen put her gently on his bed down the hall. 

“It’s okay, sunshine. I understand.” 

“I just started thinking about Mom and..” she shrugged. “I felt like I wasn’t even me,” Hunter said calmly.

“It’s going to be an emotional rollercoaster, sweetheart.” Jensen opened his chest for her to lean into him. “We’ll fight through this together.” 

“How?” She adjusted in his arms. 

“One day at a time. One hour or minute at a time.” 

She sighed deeply.

“I love you, sunshine. Always will.”

“Love you too.” Hunter inhaled the scent of her dad’s body wash. She could never remember the name of it, but she wanted to steal it for herself. 

“Ow!” Hunter winced as Jensen held her securely to his chest. His daughter’s face turned red, and she quickly tried to hide her emotion. 

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry-“

“I’m fine. Fell down a few days ago. Still hurts.”

Jensen rolled her short-sleeves shirt up past her shoulder. 

“Ow!” She whimpered. 

“Honey- that’s not from a fall. At least a normal one. What happened? Your shoulder is covered in a huge bruise.”

“I- I’m okay.”

“I’m aware of that.” Jensen said flatly. He accidentally put pressure on it as he turned her to look at it. 

“Ouch!” Hunter reached for her arm and away from her father. “Okay, fine! It was Mom! She pushed me against the side of the house! Don’t!”  She whimpered.

Jensen let go. 

“What?”

“I don't know. She never did that before.” Hunter crumpled into him, losing her tough facade. 

“Ah, sweetheart.” He ran his short nails lightly over her back. Trying not to tear up himself, he took a deep breath. “Look at me.” Jensen scooted her away from his chest. “If anyone ever. I mean ever, does that again, you tell me.” 

“I will, Dad. I was so scared. I’m never scared.” 

“I know, sunshine.” Jensen continued rubbing her back. She wiped her tears quickly. 

“I’m fine. Really. I’ll be okay. I need to finish my homework.” The daughter jumped off her dad’s bed. 

“Hey,” Jensen stopped her. “You are strong. You don’t always have to be, though. Especially not with me.” He kissed her head and pushed her playfully out the door.

Jensen let her be for a little while. Angry at his wife, he went to their in-home gym and pushed his head and heart to the limit through exercise. 

“Dad?” Jensen snapped his head up from looking in the mirror as he lifted the dumbbell. Dropping the weights to the stand, he walked to her. 

“Feel better?” Jensen scanned her face, seeing her face wasn’t as puffy or colored pink from tears.

“Yes.” 

“Good.” 

Jensen smiled and kissed her cheek.

“Eww!” Hunter wiped off the sweat he left on her face from the contact.

“Want some more?” Taking his hand, he trailed down the side of his face, gathering sweat in the process and was about to transfer it to hers when she squealed and stepped back.

“No!” 

“Oh, come on!” Jensen teased, starting to chase her around the room, zigzagging through the gym equipment. 

“That’s gross!” 

Her dad caught up to her and engulfed her in a wet hug. She tried to maneuver herself away from him, but he was too strong.

“You’ll always be my baby girl. No matter what happens. If I’m sweaty, bleeding, whatever, you always have a place in my arms.”

Hunter gave up fighting against him playfully and wrapped her own arms around his back.

“Thanks, Dad.” 

“You understand me?” 

“YES, Dad. And, I love you for it. But now I’m covered in YOUR sweat. So I guess I’ll just have to do this.” Hunter pushed him back into the immersion tank she could tell had just been turned on. Jensen tripped backwards over the rubbery, tile-looking flooring and splashed into the human-sized bucket. 

“Oh, you are so dead!” He emerged from the water and shook his hair so that it sprayed her in the face. 

In response, Hunter sat down on a work out bench to prevent a fall from laughing so hard.

A FEW MONTHS LATER

“Hey, sunshine.” Jensen walked into his daughter’s room with a questioning look on his face. “You can say yes or no, it won’t hurt my feelings, okay?” 

Hunter looked up from the book she was scanning. 

“Okay,..” his daughter put the book down next to her hip on the bed. 

“Your drama teacher called me last night-“

“What? Why? I haven’t done anything wrong! I love that class-“

“No, no, sunshine.” Jensen chuckled and put a hand up, palm toward his daughter telling her to calm down. “She asked if I would come do a workshop with your class.” 

Hunter tipped her head to the side, contemplating.

“Oh.” 

“I get that I’m your dad, and it’s not cool to be around your parents at your age. So, if you don’t want me to teach your class, I understand.” Jensen pulled her office chair from its place at her desk toward her.  “What are your thoughts?” 

“Can I think about it? Can we talk about it tomorrow morning when we go to breakfast?” 

Jensen smiled inwardly, so thankful he pushed to have “Sunday breakfast” every week with her.

“Absolutely.” Jensen squeezed her knee lightly before standing up and pushing her chair to its original home. 

Sunday morning was calm like it usually was. The duo drove to their favorite breakfast spot. Hunter’s door was opened by her father. Using the truck step, she eased off of her seat, landing her feet on the park spot white line. 

“So, have you given any thought to what I asked you yesterday?” Jensen stabbed the eggs on his plate with a fork. 

“I’m fine with it. There have been other actors and drama people come in, and it’s been interesting “ Hunter shrugged one shoulder. 

“I promise I won’t embarrass you or call you by any nicknames,” he said with a straight face. 

His daughter chuckled.

“It’s fine. I’m sure it will be fun.” 

“Who else has taught your class? Anyone we know?” He wiped his face with a napkin and put it next to his plate.

“No… I don’t think so. There have been a few alumnus from the school, drama teachers from colleges, this girl named Ms. Harris. I guess she has been on a show or something. Her first name is Danneel, which is such a cool name! She seems fun. They asked her to come back. We liked her a lot.” 

“As long as you’re good with it, I’m good.”

“It will be just fine, Dad.” Hunter smiled and went back to eating her food.

“You’ve got some stuff on your shirt,” he pointed just below her chin. When she looked down, he poked her face and laughed. “You always fall for that one,” Jensen winked. 

“Lame,” Hunter rolled her eyes.

“I’ve never done a workshop before, dude! I don’t know how to do-“

Jensen frustratedly argued into the phone. 

Jared sighed. 

“You’ll be fine. Just use the material they gave you and expand on it. Put your own twist on it. Do you want me to come over and help you get ready?” His friend’s voice rose, offering help. 

“That would be great, actually.”

Jensen walked into the drama room and took a deep breath, a few days later. 

“Dad!” Hunter ran into his arms. 

“Hi, sun- Hunter.” He stopped himself and kept his promise to use her real name. 

“You can call me that, Dad. Come on,” she took his hand and guided him to the oldest lady in the room. “Mrs. Rose, this is my dad, Jensen.” 

Jensen put out his hand to take hers. 

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” He stepped back after the initial interaction was finished.

“You as well, Mr. Ackles.” 

Hunter could tell that the teacher became nervous. Mrs. Rose squirmed and smiled awkwardly.

“Well,” she took a deep breath. “Let’s get started.”

“Hi all, my name is Jensen- uh.  Mr. Ackles.  I will be teaching you today.” He cleared his throat uneasily.  Hunter coughed, and Jensen looked over at her, scared.  She modeled a deep breath silently.  “Ahem.  Today we are going to be working on feeling a scene rather than just saying lines.  I am going to give you sides.  Anyone know what those are?” He looked around the room, no one raising their hands.  Jensen noticed shrugs and shaking heads. “In the TV world, that is what we call our script for the day, and I want you to think about what might be going through your character’s head.  I”ll pass these out and give you a few minutes to put your thoughts together on the emotion attached to the lines.  We will come back, and I will instruct you from there.  Mrs. Rose, can you hand these out for me?” Jensen gave the teacher half of the stack of papers from his hand.  

At the end of the class, Hunter walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him lovingly.  

“Great job, Mr. Ackles.” She chuckled to herself. 

“Thank you,” he smiled, “sunshine,” he whispered into her ear. 

“Are you taking me home when school is over? I have one more class.”

“Yeah, I’m teaching the next class.  Meet me here at the end of your day.  Good luck on your test, sweetheart.” 

“Thanks, Dad.” Hunter turned away from her father and grinned, proud of her father and his performance for the day.  She walked to the exit to continue on to her next class.  

Over the next few weeks, Jensen was busy taking Hunter to her drama practice because she was part of a drama production to be released at the end of the month. When they arrived at the auditorium, Hunter grabbed her dad’s hand and dragged him toward a red-headed woman. 

“Hun- What are you-” Jensen stumbled into his daughter as she stopped.  

“Ms. Harris, this is my dad, Jensen. He guest-taught our drama class too.” 

Danneel put out her hand to shake his.  

“Ms. Harris,” he nodded but sucked in a breath when he made eye contact with her.  

“Mr. Ackles.” 

“Are you ready, sunshine?” Jensen grinned.  

“I’m playing a choir member and there are five of us, Dad.  It’s not that exciting.” 

“You’re still in a play, and that’s awesome.  You know you love it,” her father smiled proudly.  

“It’s very true.  Plays made my heart grow as a kid.  You got this, Hunter.  Even if you are Singer Number Five.” Danneel winked.  

“Thank you, Ms. Harris.” 

Hunter walked away from her dad to get ready. Jensen bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck.

“She is so sweet. You have a good one.” Danneel looked up at him after Hunter left the conversation.

“I do.” 

“Where is the missus? Oh,” She saw his ring finger without a ring on it. “I’m sorry. None of my business. Well, I can’t wait for the show-“

“It’s okay. Hunter’s mom cheated on me, so we are no longer together.” Jensen scratched the back of his neck again.

“Yikes. That’s got to be tough. You’re doing great though, obviously.” Danneel motioned toward behind the stage where Hunter was standing previously. 

“Thanks,” Jensen smiled. “Better take my seat. Excuse me,” he groaned when he tripped over his own feet while gazing back at her.

“Whoops. You okay?” Danneel giggled.

“Fine. Just fine,” he gritted his teeth, embarrassed. 

Jensen stood from his seat to greet his daughter with a hug after the show. He squeezed her tightly for one short moment before holding her and whispering how proud he was of her. 

“Go celebrate for a bit with your cast. I’ll wait in the car.” Jensen turned her around and let her go. 

“That is a good group of kids. I love teaching clinics here. She did fantastic. ’Night, Ackles.” 

Danneel walked through the auditorium doors to exit. 

“I saw you looking at her, Dad.” Hunter smiled at Jensen on the car ride home. 

“Who?” He looked over at his daughter. 

“Miss Harris, stupid.” She rolled her eyes. 

“I looked at her because you introduced us, dweeb,” Jensen shrugged off her comment and looked back at the road. 

“Sure. Whatever you say, pops.” 

“One, I did not look at her like that. Two, I am not at a place where I would want to start a relationship. Honey, it’s only been a year, and it hasn’t been easy. A lot has happened, and you are my number one girl. Plus, how do you know you wouldn’t hate whoever I dated?” He turned his head to read Hunter’s reaction. 

“Mom was a piece of shit who treated you bad. She isn’t in our lives anymore. So, move on. Ask the girl out. The worst she can say is no anyway,” his daughter shrugged. 

“You wouldn’t mind if I… dated?” 

“No! Just don’t tell me the details. Gross.” She scrunched her nose. “You have 48 hours. I have her number, and I put it in your phone already.” 

“You did what?!” Jensen exclaimed.

Hunter giggled.

“How did you get into my phone?”

“Dad,” she took his hand and held it on the console. “No offense, but I’m smarter than you. And younger. So I know how to use a phone.” Jensen raised his brows at her. “Don’t worry, I didn’t snoop. All I did was put her number in there…. under Future Wife…”

“Ah, sunshine, come on.” Her dad sighed. “You’re reading into this way too much.” 

“No, I’m not. If you don’t talk to her, I will. And you know how convincing I am.” Hunter smirked and relaxed triumphantly in her seat.

“The things I do for you,” Jensen rolled her eyes and stared back at the road. 

“Hi, Ms. Harris.” Jensen took a deep breath on his end of the phone. 

“Who is this?” Danneel defensively responded. 

“Oh, sorry. This is Jensen- Hunter’s dad.”

“Oh, hi Jensen.”

“Look, this is going to sound weird, but Hunter told me I needed to ask you out or she would do it for me. She put your number in my phone-“ he rattled on. 

“You have one sly kid, Ackles.” 

“I do.” Jensen sighed, glad that his awkward speech was over. 

“Well, yes. I think I would be interested in going out with you.” 

“Wha- really-?”

“Is that a problem?” She put her hand on her hip even though her counterpart could not see. 

“Oh, no. Of course not.” He sputtered. “I’m just surprised.” 

“You don’t think a girl would go out with you?” 

“I think you are way out of my league.” 

“You are, but have you seen you?” Danneel laughed. “Text me a date and time. I’m between acting gigs, and I’m sure you are busier than me.” 

“Great, thank you, Danneel.”

“Bye, Jensen.” 

A few nights later, Hunter saw Jensen adjusting a nice jacket over his shoulders.

“Where you going?” 

“Out. Be good. Two rented movies and then bed, ‘kay?”

Hunter gasped.

“She said yes! You have a date with Danneel!” Realization flooded her face. She bobbed up and down on her toes in excitement. “Go, get out of here. Yes, I will be an angel.” Hunter spun him toward the door, grabbed his keys and wallet for her dad, and whispered, “go get ‘em! Don’t be out too late, Mister! We have rules about that in this house,” Hunter giggled. 

“Call Jared next door if-“

“I need anything. I know. Now, go!” Hunter grinned, proud of the influence she had on the situation. 

“Well, good morning!” Hunter shouted from the couch at 2am. “I guess you had fun?” She stood and saw him wipe his eyes. “What?” Hunter walked to him as he straightened. 

“Just tired, sunshine. I told you to go to bed at a reasonable time!” 

She eyed him suspiciously as he used his fingertips to swipe under his right eye. 

“Do I need to deck her for you? Did she hurt you?” Hunter tried to read his face, but she had never seen him like this before.

“Ha, no. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of my own business. And you are meddling, little lady. We had a great time and have a second date planned, Nosey Nellie.” 

“Yes!” Hunter threw her fist in the air.

“Hunter.” Jensen got her attention. “It’s late. Shh.” 

“Sorry,” she laughed. “Did she cross any lines?” Hunter crossed her arms and changed to a serious expression. 

“You are not the adult here. I am in charge of me. It was fine, so no. Go to bed, troublemaker.” In retaliation for her previous behavior, he turned her around and playfully pushed her down the hallway toward her room. 

“Glad you had a good time, Dad.” Hunter smiled and lightly shut her door. 

Exhaling a breath he didn’t know he was holding, Jensen grinned to himself. 

“Here goes nothing.” 

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[gloryofluv]

Who do you go to...

I might make this a series. Not sure yet. Just an idea that popped into my head.

Who do you go to when you need a hug?

Beel, he won’t ask, won’t even stiffen up at your sniffles as you cram your face into his torso. He’ll wrap his arms around you, snack and all, holding you. When you calm down, he’ll ask if you’re alright. He will listen intently and try to fix whatever made you upset. #Nooneputsbabyinacorner

Who do you go to when you need a laugh?

Mammon. No lie. This demon lives and breaths for you now. It may take a moment or two for his false ego to calm down. However, if you tell him, you need him to tell you a story because he’s the best at it... He will glow. This boy will talk your ear off about all the silliest situations and get you laughing with him before too long. You are his heart, and he can’t bear to see you not smiling, even if he tries to hide it with every fiber of his being.

Who do you go to when you need an adventure?

No question. Solomon. This shifty boy knows the world in all three realms. He’s ollllllld, but he also was made to make you smile and thirst for learning more. This human won’t even tell you where you’re going. He’ll just nod with a smile and a flick of his wrist, and now you’re in some fucking jungle and sweating. Ancient ruins? You got it bae—hidden tropical spring. No problem. Let’s. Go. Now.

Who do you go to when you need to feel wanted?

Hahaha. This daddy demon. Diavolo, oh my. When you walk in without a smile, he’s DEVASTATED. “Postpone my next meeting! What’s wrong? Do you need tea, maybe a hug?” He would love to hug you. Hell, if you want, he’ll bring a chair right next to his desk and praise you for doing so well. He knows how it feels to be different. He will compliment your tenacity and then ask if there’s anything he can do to fix your problem. Who does Barbatos need to kill? No one, you just wanted his attention. Just like Mammon, this boy is a SIMP and has no issue with that because it’s for you.

Who do you go to when you need to spill the tea?

Asmodeus. Clap with me, baby! Yes, this demon is your biggest fan, though he claims he loves himself first. This sweet and flirty queen will love you and want the dish on everything. Now, Asmo gossips, but if it’s crucial, he will keep it entirely to himself and feel smug af. You trust him this much??? Oh, hunty, expect to be pampered, spoiled, and become so close that he will know your wildest fantasies. Not to worry if you’re not fucking... You’re giving him exactly what he wants... someone to be himself entirely with. Reciprocate, and he’ll fall HARDER. 

Who do you go to when you need vulnerability?

Now listen... Okay, we all know Lucifer is a stiff fuck. Completely. However, you’re his biggest weakness. This boy goes through such an emotional evolution with your presence. His Pride crummmmbles for you. Now, he’d never fully admit to it. No, but what’s better is the small, subtle acts he does. When you’re alone with him, he peels his layers off and reveals that soulful creature that he is under the shields. He is yours and actually is relieved that someone wanted him even when he was insensitive, isolated, and aggressive. You see him, that’s what matters most. He wants to see you too. Please be vulnerable with this tender boy.

[mamons]

♡ — One bed situation

➔ Bulletin Board 📌

♡ about : A classic trope, there's only one bed and you two have to share, what's could go wrong?

♡ word.count : 880

♡ pairing : Asmodeus x reader, Leviathan x reader and Mammon x reader

♡ love.note : Hi!! I've gotten back to writing again, hopefully this time I can do it more smoothly <3 (I wrote more for Mammon than I'd like to admit..)

💌 | Asmodeus

› His eyes fall onto the single bed that resides in the middle of the hotel room

› "I'll just sleep on the floor Asmo," you said, he immediately disagrees, shaking his head side to side

› "Now what kind of gentleman would I be to make a pretty lady like you sleep on the floor?!" He says, leading you to the large bed

› You bet that Asmo will drag you to do his skin care routine with him, he just wants the best for you 😌

› He would definitely take a lot of selfies with you to make his other brothers jealous and send it to their groupchat

› It's a miracle Mammon hasn't bust down the door as you and the brothers decided to stay at a hotel because of a little vacation stay

› Asmo is enjoying the numerous complaints from his brothers, you creep up behind as you snoop at his phone, seeing the angry emojis his brothers were sending

› "MC! Check out my brother's, they're having a riot right now," He laughs, he stands up and locks the door for extra precautions, "It's so that they don't destroy our time together!~" He said

› The night went on smoothly as you two lay beside each other, it was still pretty early but Asmo wanted his beauty sleep, Asmo got pretty touchy but you didn't mind

› His face was all cooped up on the crook of your neck, "Say, MC, why did you choose to room with me?" he asked, you didn't know either, so you took a second to think about it

› "Cause I like you?" You said, not thinking about it really, Asmo's eyes widened but returning to their normal size as he smiles, "Of course! Everyone does!" But deep down he's really happy, even if you meant it as a friendly way, as long as he knows you'll choose him over the others, he's content..

› Not really, he'll do anything to win your heart, and he'll set that as his goal, not knowing he's had it for a long time now.

💌 | Leviathan

› One blushy boy

› Stutters a bunch, probably whispering to himself that 'He doesn't deserve to be beside a goddess like you' prove him wrong hunty

› When you do force him to lay beside him, he would turn to the other side, not wanting to let you see his tomato face

› You would tease him a little by moving closer to him, poor Levi would have to keep moving until he was at the edge of the bed

› He would rather fall on the floor than let you tease him any more! But you stopped, he thought you stopped, but really you were above him, entrapping him

› "M–MC?! What are you doing?" He asked frantically, you just had to laugh at his bulging eyes, he look like a fish out of water

› You would roll off him, "Nothing! I just wanted to see how you would react," You explained, Levi apparently didn't like that answer

› So he does the same to you, "Do you think I'm a joke MC?" He asks, staring at you, it took you by surprise, "Ah! Forget it!" He said, before he rolled off you pulled him into a hug, "W–Wha–!" He said as he fell on top of you

› "No, I don't think you're a joke Levi.." You answered, your eyelids felt heavier for some reason, Levi softens in your arms, "Okay," he said quietly

› Both of you sleeping in each other's arms :)

💌 | Mammon

› He'd be ecstatic, though he'd not show it of course, saying that "I guess I have to share," He shrugs

› "No it's alright, I'll sleep on the fl–" he doesn't let you finish, "No! I mean.. we can share, if you're comfortable that is," he said, averting your eyes

› You'd smile at him, making him even more flustered, "Y–You better be grateful! You're sleeping beside the great Mammon!" He said, covering up his stuttering

› You'd shake your head, your mouth stayed smiling, Mammon flops onto the bed, you sat beside him

› "Shall we start preparing for bed?" You asked, Mammon would start stripping, "Yeah! I need to take a shower first!" He yelled skipping to the bathroom

› You would change into your sleeping attire, as Mammon gets out of the bathroom it was steamy hot, as his towel hung low on his hips, sheepishly scratching the back of his head

› "I forgot to bring my clothes with me.." He admitted, you chuckle, your eyes wandering around his body more than you'd like to admit, Mammon was surprisingly fit, you let him change as you went on your merry way brushing your teeth and all

› Finding Mammon on the bed with his half button top, out as a light, laying down beside him as he suddenly moves his body, his arm now wrapped around you

› You didn't know if he knew what he was doing but, it was pleasant having someone hug you even in their sleep, it would be a nice surprise for him tomorrow, so you wrapped your arms around him too, now y'all are cuddling 🥺

[shorkbrian]

ASKS

Hello again, asks are compiled under the cut. Please block the tag #shorkbrian answers a lot of asks# If you’d prefer not to see these types of posts from me. If I haven’t answered your ask, it’s because I’m saving it for a thirst, drabble, or fic.

I don’t ignore asks, but sometimes getting around to them overwhelms me lol. pls accept my apologies lol k here we go

I am very glad, I legit was so scared that it was too long and that it’d be disappointing bc the smut wasn’t super IN YOUR FACE yknow? But man am I glad to hear that.

I’m looking directly @ you

Someone noticed omg!!!  A lot of times I just put whatever song I played on repeat while writing that fit, but I have a *yandere* playlist that I listen to and it gets me going. Ty for noticing!!!

I’ve considered opening them permanently but I just... idek. I’d have to start deleting or ignoring the requests I don’t vibe with and Idk how to handle that lol. But thanks for the well wishes, hope your next few months treat you well friend!

Watermelon sugar why

Srsly you’re sweet but just wait until I start to really get going with all my nasty kinks okay, then you’ll be rethinking this strategy hunty lol!

I literally stalk @.vermiliren and @.kazooli and @.seita lol. Maybe when I get my blog more cleaned up, I’ll create a list of creators that I enjoy, along with fic recs. For now, here’s a link to my AO3 bookmarks which I read one like almost every single night bc I’m a horny gremlin.

I am the shark king. Sharks are my thing bro u don’t even know. I love them so much, they're dumb and big and beautiful and yeah I wish I was a mermaid who got to swim with them. Also I changed it bc I’m trying to make my blog more *professional* and all that so I can start being taken seriously askjakjdf

Compliments suck, if I'm being down and out honest. This does not bother me at all, I’m just unsure how to respond. I think I would prefer no comments, but I’m trying really really hard to just say “thank you!” and move on before I get uncomfortable. Having to fight with someone about how I perceive my self worth is exhausting, and especially so for the poor person that was just trying to say something nice and be nice to me. 

They do make me quite uncomfortable my dear lad/lassie/lasso. Say what you wish in the tags tho ! I don’t really reply to those, so there’s no pressure on me to have to say something back. I do however, see all the tags ppl use and some of them make me laugh so hard cause they’re so spot on, and it makes my day. like “Mark me down as scared AND horny” and “Bakugou better be able to bench 165 cause imma throw my fatass in his mf lap” and it kills me.

I SCEREAMED AKDHGSYDGASJSD this is the only format I'll be taking asks in now, no compliments just a yes/no answer to if my works help u cum god bless

you used the /gen!!!!! IDK what these are called but the /S and /gen and /J save my life!!!!

Frick you’ve figured me out, I do try to put like a nail-in-the-coffin sentence at the end. A lot of times it never works right, but I cannot for the life of my figure out how to end a single post ever. If anyone knows hmu pls ty

(Also ps I checked out ur blog cause yans are my jam and it is very much Not garbage!!)

That’s very kind of you, but pls don’t stay up past midnight it’s bad for ur Brian you’ll make bad decisions bro trust me all of my stuff is written after midnight

You will lafff..... but I will tell anyways..... I was prescribed a “life coach” after I got out of the hospital, which was really just a poorly disguised softcore “make sure u don’t yeet urself” type of thing. He had me write down things I liked about myself, and when I returned the sheet of paper still blank, he wrote stuff down for me. Like five sentences of “My hair and skin are unique and special” “I like animals and enjoy being kind to them” “I am worthy of respect” etc etc. and I had to look in a mirror twice a day and say those sentences to help “boost my self worth”. It sucked so bad dude, and I like got upset about it every time it came up, until finally my therapist was like “... this aint doin this sad bitch no good” and my parents got designated for yeet watch instead.

I know, logically, that (the majority of) people are not purposefully taking time out of their day to make me feel bad. They're trying to be encouraging and loving, and I appreciate it so much. But like... what do I say? If I say thanks, it’s almost like acknowledging what they're saying as true, and I can’t live with myself thinking I’m more than I am. I’m sorry you’ve had experiences that make compliments difficult for you also, I understand bro and I hope that your future holds healing and peace for you. 

Hopefully I won’t vent as much anymore lol, I’ll try to do that on my sideblog where I reblog really trigger-y memes akjdafhkjf. But thank you for your kind words bro, they’re appreciated and put in a nice lil jar.

Ah dw! This doesn’t sound like a jab. I think all of us r so sad n depressed and feel unworthy of love, so the fantasy of a Yan coming and forcing it on us and not leaving even when we lash out is just..... so attractive my heads gonna explode

me, thinking about kiri at any given moment like:

I have the next Hybrid! Kiri fic like lined up, but I’m so demotivated be I was SO CLOSE to finishing, and then wiped my computer like an IDITO

Waso, I’m taking horseback riding lessons bc my mom went:

and my grandpa told me that one of his horses was named Awaso and I immediately thot of u fun fact. But you’re so very kind, and I enjoy seeing you in my inbox. I’m never tired of u homie. You are loved and important, and it’s not an illusion. Even random strangers on the internet can feel soft towards you bro, and dats me, I’m the random stranger that likes u.

So I took Russian for a year, my dear friend, because I wanted to see if the language myth of “Russian is the hardest, Korean is the easiest” was true. I would say yes. So instead of like translating this and typing out a coherent response, I’ve resorted to google translate I’m so sorry but В��ктор мог плюнуть мне в глаз, и я бы поблагодарил его. Also, the way Vitya is written in cryllic makes my heart swell it looks so cozy idek what I mean by that but it does? I treasure you man, hope to see you around in the new year and maybe??? we be good friends

Can any year be good when Kirishima Eijirou doesn’t exist?

cryface;;sad.jpg

I just imagine anyone who comes across my stuff, sitting at their computer shocked and slightly horrified, maybe turned on like

Daddy Aizawa makes me

Wait!! I have something to aid your troubles!!

ur welcome now u can be horny whenever you’d like 

pls every time we talk about Kirishima I have to act surprised like 

LISTEN BBYGORL I have had therapist Suga in the works since *checks notes* November. I am excited for it yeahhhhhh but sadly, I don’t think I will be continuing piano teacher Suga. The story is petered out in my mind, idk where it would go. Therapist sugarbird tho? We have some thots about this. Coming soon to theaters near you

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #427

“don’t pray for me when you’re the one enslaved”

Your ex taps you on the shoulder and says, “I still love you.” You say? I wouldn't say anything, I'm pretty sure I'd just break down. Do you play video games? Not really anymore. :/ I probably would, though, if I had the appropriate consoles for games I want. You can only replay PS2 games but so many times before you're tired of them. Do you spend a lot of time with family? No, honestly. Is your house more than two stories tall? It only has one floor. Have you ever hit your significant other? Has he/she ever hit you? I'm not in a relationship, but I have most certainly never hit an s/o, and they've never hit me. I wouldn't tolerate that shit. What makes you an attractive person? (Talk about your personality too!) I'm not. What color is your hairbrush/comb? White. What snacks do you have available in your household atm? Hm. Just some fruity grain and oats bars, as well as cashew ones. We try to keep sweets out of the house. Has anyone recently told you that they like you, or find you attractive? No. Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? Holy fuck yes, she's drop-dead gorgeous. Do you care about anyone that doesn’t care about you? Ha, I'm sure. Was your last Facebook friend requests from a male or female? Some random middle-aged man, like who are you sir. Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you? My dad. He can be so rude to people sometimes. When was the last time you ate a bar of chocolate? Not sure. It's been quite a while. Do you play any games on Facebook? No. What would you like to get a degree in? It'd be nice to get a degree in Arts, but yeah... I'm never going back to school. Do you wake up a lot in the middle of the night? Pretty much every night. Would you prefer to read a book, watch a movie or TV show, or play a video game? Play a video game. Do you usually get popcorn or soda at the movie theater? Almost without fail. You've got to, it's part of the experience. What genre of films do you like the best? Horror. How many bank accounts do you have? None, actually. Have you ever had the flu? No, thankfully. What is your goal for the next few months? To start getting in shape/losing weight. I seriously hope this gym routine works out. Have you ever had some kind of sleep-disorder? How did it affect your life? I have seveeeere sleep apnea. It's shocking, I never would've guessed it, though, so the diagnosis (I had a sleep study, so yes, it's legit) was an extreme surprise. I don't snore at all, nor do I like pass out in the middle of something, but I stop breathing A LOT. For a year or two (no, that is not an exaggeration), it caused consistent, horrible, and violent nightmares/terrors. It made sleep frightening to me, and I was never getting a truly restful sleep. Now, I have an APAP mask (like a less extreme version of a CPAP mask) that helps me greatly. I only very rarely am surprised by a more subtle nightmare now. Have you ever had food poisoning before? Describe the experience. No, thankfully. What are two things that you have no problem paying full price for? Quality tattoos, for one. And maybe uhhh... idk. We're the kind of family that buys off-brand foods and drinks all the time because it's cheaper, so I can't say that. Maybe health care? Like I wouldn't want service from a sketchy dentist or something. Funny, charming, cute, romantic, smart - choose only 2 for the opposite sex. Charming and romantic. Have you ever let somebody use you? Why did you do it? No. You can go back in time & change something in your mom’s past - what is it? That's hard for me to say. She doesn't seem to like talking about her past very much, because I know it's turbulent with her mother. I would say her being disowned, but I don't know how that *actually* affected her. Maybe it was for the better she wasn't under her mom's authority anymore. Do you know anybody who is around the exact same size as you? Who? I guess my mom, but she's actually smaller than me now. She's lost a lot of weight and is still going at it. Ever been to a haunted house? How scared were you? Not a house, but rather hay rides and those places you just walk through and experience different stuff. They don't scare me at all; I love 'em. Been on any websites today you wouldn’t want your parents to see? No. Which is worse: dusting or mopping? Ugh, mopping. I don't mind dusting. Would you marry somebody who was intensely religious? No. Did you pull a senior prank? No. That shit is so dumb. Did you graduate? High school, yes. Have you ever been unfaithful in a serious relationship? No, and I never would. What was the last song you listened to? I'm listening to Lauren Babic and Halocene's cover of "Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park right now. It's great. Are you one of those lucky people with 20/20 vision? Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell no. Is fashion one of your interests? No. Do you think you’ll eventually find that special someone? Hell if I know. Do you care what people think? Way, way more than I should. Is acting something you enjoy? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I feel so stupid. What was the last thing you broke/sprained? I tore a ligament badly in my foot maybe a year and a half ago. I was SO sure it was broken. My mom had to help me walk everywhere, and even when she did, I'd be whimpering and seething. Have you ever fought with a friend because of their boyfriend/girlfriend? Because of yours? No. Has a stranger ever yelled at you for your language? No. Whose house, other than yours and your families', are you most comfortable at? If we're excluding all family, I suppose Sara's? Has any of your friends’ family ever yelled at you? Probably at some point as a kid. Did you ever play a sport as a little kid? Did you enjoy it? I played a lot. The only two I really didn't like were soccer and cheerleading. Did you ever watch the show Full House? Hell yeah, I loved it as a kid. Is there a celebrity you are just DETERMINED to marry? Ha ha y'all know I joke about it, but no, not legitimately. It's not like I know him personally at all, and I'm not chasing him to California either. Just let me dream still lmao. Have you ever burned someone’s picture? No, but I've actually heard it's truly therapeutic and not just for dramatic effect, so I wouldn't be opposed to doing so if you handed me a picture of him and a lighter. What’s the longest hike you’ve ever been on? I've never hiked before. Would you ever get a lip tattoo? Uh, no. Who is the first person of the opposite sex that pops into your head? Jason. Do your parents smoke cigarettes? My dad smokes like a chimney and is 100% going to end up with cancer because of it. You should hear his cough. Mom smoked for a very, very brief period before I was born. What does one of your T-shirts have written on it? "Equal in our bones" is on my favorite shirt. Name a pet you definitely wouldn’t want. Certain inverts people are wild enough to get, like giant African centipedes in particular. Would you prefer your partner smaller or taller? Can't say I care. do you enjoy going through old pictures? Sometimes. Other times, it's too painful. It also depends on the era of the pictures. Do you believe people when they say they don’t judge people? Ha, no. We all have natural first impressions and things like that that just... happen. What did you love the most about the town you grew up in? Nothing, really... besides just childhood memories that inevitably came. My hometown was dangerous. What’s a movie that you laughed the hardest during? I'm not sure. What’s a movie you cried the hardest during? I want to say Old Yeller, but I'm not sure. What’s your favorite restaurant? Olive Garden and The Cheesecake Factory. Is there a dessert you don’t like? Yeah; I don't like pie, strawberry shortcake, and I know there're others. Favorite album? Ozzy's Black Rain. It was my introduction to metal, so there's nostalgic value there, but I also just LOVE every single song. What’s a book that you read because everyone else was reading it? None. I don't read books for that reason. Underwater or outer space? Both kinda frighten me to a degree, but I find outer space to be way cooler. So many colorrrrrrs. Dogs or cats? Cats. Kittens or puppies? Ugh, both are so cute, but I gotta hand it to kittens. Bird watching or whale watching? Whale watching would blow me away. Whales are such magnificent, awe-inspiring animals. What is your spirit animal? Probably a deer. Skittish, shy, and quiet. What was your best subject in school? English. What was your worst subject in school? Math. What is one thing you wish you knew in high school? You and Jason aren't going to last, hunty. Who is your fashion icon? I don't have one. I wear what I want/what's comfortable. Diamonds or pearls? I think diamonds are a lot prettier. What color dress did you wear to prom? First one was maroon, last one was black. What’s your favorite plot-twist? Silent Hill: Shattered Memories. My jaw actually dropped. Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now? Yes. Honestly, what’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad? Said things I shouldn't. Honestly, ever made anyone cry when you were mad? Yes. Honestly, when was the last time you REALLY cried your heart out? Two weeks ago or something like that. Ever pop someone else’s pimple? OH MY GOD NO alskdfa;wekrwer; Do you need to return anyone’s phone call? No. Who are you closest to? My mom. Have you ever had a bad concert experience? No. Are you currently sad about anything? A number of things. Have you had any form of exercise today? No, but tomorrow is day #2 at the gym! Can you handle blood? Yeah, np. Has any place hired you underage for a job? No. Have you ever carried a concealed weapon? No sir=ee. Are you currently searching for a job? Not anymore, at least not actively. I was going to after TMS, but I'm just... still not ready. Right now, I'm focusing on the gym and getting healthy again, but if the seemingly perfect job comes along, I'm not opposed to taking it up. Does eating breakfast make you sick? No, I've got to have breakfast or else THEN I feel awful.

[netlifxandcastielclosed]

Shaaaannnnnnnn!!!!!! Hows about cas needing to be undercover so has to go shopping for something different to wear?

“Hey, you consider switching up your duds there? Bit stiff for this town,” says Dean, plainly. 

“He could be an agent or something,” Sam interjects to ease the tension.

“Yeah, maybe a third-tier agent.”

“At least I don’t look like a lumberjack,” grumbles Castiel as he furrows his brow at Dean.

--

Castiel couldn’t stop replaying this conversation in his head over and over again. He liked his clothes and never thought it was necessary to wear anything else. The trench coat was practical and what he had always worn. Dean never complained before; what changed? Only that now most Demons associate the angel with the dirty trench coat. He supposed a new wardrobe wouldn’t be the worst idea when needing to go undercover. 

On Friday afternoon, Cas decided to take matters into his own hands and explore the next town over for some new clothes. The man at the hotel desk said the best place for a new style would be in West Hollywood. So the newly determined angel hoped in his car and drove a few miles west of where they were investigating the latest case. 

It seemed like endless streets of stores, crowded and bustling with hundreds of people. Not knowing where to begin, Cas paid the driver and hopped out at the nearby intersection. He walked by a store called Vintage Finds, then passed another called Big and Tall, which he thought Sam might like, and finally stopped in front of Angelic Bliss.

“Hey, hunty! Welcome to Angelic Bliss! Damn near Heaven if you ask me! How can I help you today sweetie?” The grinning store clerk looked Castiel up and down a few times and gasped. “Oh me oh my! Well what do we have here? A good ol’ fashion makeover has your name written all over it baby!”

“I..uh...”

“Don’t you worry angel baby! Mama’s here to help you meet all your needs. Now come over here and sit down. I’m going to grab a few genius ideas that are washing over me.” 

Castiel sat down on the green velvet couch next to the changing rooms and waited waited patiently. Loud sounds of rummaging and the lyrics to a song Cas once heard on the radio was coming from behind a curtain marked in light up letters “SALE”. 

“Oh yes! This one! Definitely not this piece of trash! Hmm, this might work... Now this! Yes, I’m a fucking miracle worker!” The worker came back with a giant pile of clothes hanging in their arms and hung each piece up on the rack near Castiel. “Alright, angel. Let’s get you out of these old rags and into something a little bit more fabulous to match your aura. I read auras, you know? They say I’m the best clairvoyant in WeHo! Yours is phenomenal. I knew you were a good egg the second you walked in here.”

Cas stood up and skimmed through the hanging garments and chose a few that looked interesting. He pulled the curtain closed after stepping into the small changing room and removed the layers he’d grown accustomed. The helpful clerk would throw a new piece over door every few minutes asking about sizes and color preference of which neither Castiel had previously considered important. About an hour later, Cas picked his favorites and was ecstatic with his new wardrobe. 

“Would you like these wrapped or would you like to wear them out?” 

“I’ll wear this out and take the others wrapped. Thank you.” Castiel walked out multiple bags in hand and nodded gently at his new friend behind the register.

“I hope to see you again soon angel cakes! Don’t be a stranger!” 

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New shiny boots came clanging up the metal stairs of the hotel lobby.

“Hey, Cas! Where’ve you been...,” Sam stopped mid thought when he saw his best friend standing stiff at the head of the table. “Uh, Cas... what are you wearing?”

“New... uh... duds. For the case. We are going undercover, correct?” 

“Yeah, sure. Hey, Dean! You better come out here!”

Dean came strolling in with a piece of pizza in one had and three beers in the other.

“Sammy! How many times do I gotta remind you not to forget the pie?” Dean opened each beer one by one and sat down next to his brother, not realizing his angel was back. “I mean it’s pie! Cas never forgets it...”

“Speaking of Cas,” chuckled Sam.

“Hello, Dean.” It’s rare that Dean is at a loss for words, but in this moment, a half chewed up piece of pizza fell out of his slightly dropped jaw and there was silence. “I took your advice and went shopping for something to wear so I could uh... blend in with this town. What do you think? Dean? Dean...?”

Dean snapped back from his momentary brain freeze and began to process what was standing before him. Castiel in tight faux leather pants, glittery oxford shoes and a v-neck shirt, which was bedazzled with the words, “Daddy’s little angel”, complete with rhinestone devil horns framing the curly letters. 

“You look... um... you look... ahh...” Dean rubbed his face with both of his hands and tried to formulate some kind of coherent sentence. Then he looked at the angel, and how high he held his head with pride. He couldn’t take this away from him. Wherever he could grab some kind of happiness without consequence, he’d never let it go. “You look good, buddy. Real good. It um, definitely fits you.” His eyes scanned the tight curve hugging fabric. He looked him up, down and up again. 

Sam on the other side of the table sat quietly while internally screaming at the situation he constantly found himself witnessing these days. “I’m going to... head out... and uh get some food. You two catch up.”

Castiel put the other bags of clothes on the table and started to unpack them.

“So, what else you got in there,” Dean inquired nervously. 

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@feelmyroarrrr it’s been years since you sent this ask. Sorry 😂