#your trusted Ride

[zeotaxi]

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[flawlessassholes]

little prayer - danez smith

[shoot1ngst4r]

dare i say Billy Hargrove?

the misunderstanding of Billy as a character is genuinely my roman empire, it’s been on my mind for years but idk if anyone will wanna listen😭 (i’m open to conversations btw)

[harbingersecho]

they had to pause their morning workout to drive wash to the ER at 7 am bc he somehow got hit by a car while getting mail. there's traffic. maine fiddles with the radio and carolina is imagining herself parkouring over the other cars

[watermel0ns-dumb-cringe]

Quick Connie doodle before I (try to) sleep because I love her

[shallowseeker]

Oh, the hilarious thought that Ellen and Jo both had the hots for Cas.

(((It tickles me ever since I thought it.)))

As we start the scene in 5x10, Ellen is playing music, a Spanish song, Oye Como Va by Santana.

It's a party!

(Rrr, flavor!) ¡Rrr, sabor! (Hey how it goes) Oye cómo va (my rhythm) Mi ritmo

They're playing a well-known party game, sure. They're bartenders at a roadhouse, so this is an everyday thing for them, maybe, but oh oh oh.

The interest.

Ellen is maybe like, "We'll do shots and see how drunk he gets. Who knows? Maybe it'll make him handsy."

ELLEN: All right, Big Boy. Let's go.

Now, it's true. Ellen is flirty and, like many of the prickly, defensive characters, deals professionally with innuendo.

But something tells me this isn't a game Ellen would play with Dean or Sam.

But a guy she wants to <OMITTED>? Ahem. Well. Yeah.

And Cas mimics Ellen, holding his pinky out, upending the glasses, and holding intense, challenging eye contact.

And Ellen...

This is the face of "Holy crap." But if you squint, it can also be read as "Wow." Or even "Hubba, hubba."

Yeah. No kiddin,' Cas.

So is Ellen, right in the <OMITTED>.

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And Hell. Maybe Jo feels something, too. That's a slow, spreading, breathless-ey sort of smile that reminds me a little bit of Mick Davies.

"Whooooa."

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ANYHOO.

The music (Santana) continues in the background while Dean and Sam talk strategy, and it's clear the music is coming FROM the kitchen, from Ellen's and Cas's little impromptu party.

We hear laughter, and Dean looks up at the sound. And yes, Jo looks scrumptious, but there's also... everyone's fawning over friggin' Cas? He's not even trying!

Cas isn't cool!

Right?

In the background, snippets of dialogue come through>>> ELLEN: "Damn, he can drink." JO: "Haha, Mom, but you need to stop." ELLEN: "Drink up!" JO: "I'm gonna get another beer."

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Dean shoots his shot so so awkwardly that it's endearing.

(((Watch this, Cas. I'm the cool one. Women fall all over me, too.)))

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Heehee. I love him.

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And after all that, it book-ends with Cas giving the last-night on earth speech, but in a depressing, earnest, way.

(((Dean voice: Well, Jo. Not that anyone's asking,but it would probably-definitely work on me. Wish it'd work on one of you, though.)))

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BONUS: The next day, Jo immediately starts pigtail-pulling Cas.

*fiddles with her hair, dons a slight smirk*

*smiley smile* Then, teasing: "Ever heard of a door handle?"

When she sees that Cas has gone into *SERIOUS MODE* she's rattled. She looks to her mom pleadingly, because...

If someone like CAS is unsettled, maybe they should be scared, too.

[fuwaprince]

Not sure who needs to hear this but don't ever let shitty parents shame you out of using the health and wellness resources that are available to you and that you need! Fuck parents who medically neglect their children! Don't wait until you're 26 and then try to solve all your health problems on your own. Take care of it while you're younger, if you can! The necessary care isn't something to be denied of. Do it now so that by the time you're 26 preventative issues aren't as terrible

[billcipherisntreal]

Well, in other news… I doodled the freak yesterday :3

I used to love Bill and loved drawing him as a kid, and The Book of Bill has intensely reignited that love!

I definitely have plans to post more Bill and Gravity Falls doodles and whatnot. But now I’m a little worried about the stuff happening with my account and/or me? Because apparently something keeps adding weird tags to my posts and pretty much everyone is convinced it’s him, the PS5, speaking to you all from inside my brain.

I’m not quite sure how I feel about all this yet :/ Bill if you can see this, uh, hi?

Why are you doing this?

Is there anyway I could get you to stop? Or at the very least tone it down?

[shrikeseams]

Some days I want to do a survey and analysis of attitudes towards Huan, and the Celegorm-Huan relationship, and whether people have actual hunting/herding/other working dogs (or other animals!) in their lives. Not housepets, or not just housepets. Not livestock, not breeding stock. And not just dogs from working breeds. Dogs with jobs. Dogs who like to do those jobs. Dogs who develop specific working relationships with at least some humans.

[sadaveniren]

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[moe-broey]

FUCK RECENT BOOK JUST ENDED?!?!???!!

[watermel0ns-dumb-cringe]

she found her head

[fangwhoria]

its so funny when people in my life watch hannibal and message me about it because i amThe Hannibal source to all of them even tho ive mostly been over all dat for like 2 years now. jesus Christ has it been that long. anyway. i also understand everything there is to understand about it and they message me with incorrect takes and its my job to put them back on the right path. kindly and gently.

[everythingloveandanimated]

Murtagh teaching his and Nasuada’s kids about wards.

Son: do we have wards?

Murtagh: yes, I put them on you and your sister when you were born.

Daughter: We’re safe from everything?

Murtagh: you are protected from weapons and poison

Son: So, if I jumped off my balcony, would my wards protect me?

Murtagh:(minor regret) please don’t try that.

Son: What if you were below me and you caught me with magic?

Murtagh: I would not allow that in the first place, if you did jump without me knowing I’d have to stop you from falling in midair.

(Conversation continues, Murtagh making a list of things to put on his kids)

Thorn: (chuckling) Hatchlings when they try flying for the first time.

Murtagh: (hands running down his face) Please don’t encourage him. (Thinking) I love them but I am regretting having them.