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So… I got a notification from the State Department at like 8 PM Pacific that my passport was approved, and I was quietly thankful and stunned bc my legal gender in Oregon is listed as X, or undeclared, and that's what's on my passport. I'm pretty sure someone(s) worked late to get the X passports done today.

I was already really grateful to whoever in the Seattle Passport Office worked late to get these things processed on the last Friday before That Man gets back into office... and then I got a notification that my passport shipped at fucking midnight Pacific and whoever got that shit out the door so it couldn't be picked up on Monday and like, denied and shredded?

They're my fucking hero.

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Boy besties

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My reaction every time a character from another show appears on Lower Decks

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Amazing blessed

They stole you from your world when you were but a young girl, and they forged you into a magical weapon that has been feared across the cosmos. Now that the war is over and you’ve won, they send you back to the moment before they captured you. The skills, PTSD, and memories? Those never fade.

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Incredible. A thousand stars

Hi my name is Don Quixote of La Mancha the Knight of the Rueful Figure and I have a rueful figure (that's how I got my name) with purple bruised ribs and tall stature and gaunt features and hair turning gray and a rather hooked aquiline nose and large black drooping mustaches and a lot of people tell me I look like Amadís of Gaul (AN: if u don’t know who he is begone!). I’m not related to Lady Oriana but I wish I was because she’s an incomparable flowering beauty. I’m a knight errant but some of my teeth and grinders are missing. I have long lank limbs. I’m also a defender of damsels, protector of orphans, succourer of the needy, righter of wrongs, undoer of injustice, and I wander a magic countryside called the mountains of Spain where I’m in my first year of knighthood (I’m forty-nine). I’m a gentleman (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armor. I love my great-grandfather's forgotten corner of the house and I cobble together all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a doublet of fine cloth with matching shoes and velvet breeches and a helmet, morion, visor, breastplate and backpiece. I was riding outside La Mancha. It was early morning so the rays of the sun fell obliquely and the heat did not distress me, which I was very happy about. A lot of giants stared at me. I put up my pasteboard visor at them.

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Dean’s Theme (Americana excerpt) - Jay Gruska and Christopher Lennertz

Dean’s theme shows up multiple times throughout the series in different variations, and it wrecks me every time. I cut out the one version of Dean’s theme from the soundtracks, located in the middle of the track Americana, and strung it together twice. Enjoy the feels~

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Hi! I’m looking a Destiel fake/pretend relationship due to a case, I think? They told the story of how they met to an elderly woman and I think it involved bees or honey somehow? It’s set in a motel or a b&b. Thank you!

You know, I expected to find at least 10 fics that had them telling an old lady that bees were how they met, but none of the fake relationship tagged fics I could find mentioned anything like that. Not even in haunted apartments etc.

But there are a few set in B&Bs or at least have the place their staying a significant part of the story. So maybe its one of these, or at least I hope you enjoy these.

The Wedding Night - 60r3d0m   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.�� In order to catch a monster that is going after newlyweds, Dean and Cas get hitched, which would be fine except Cas got hit on the head and now can’t remember anything, including Dean and that their marriage is fake

Word Count: 5k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts

Though The Course May Change – imogenbynight   Ao3

Set S9 AU.  Couples have been going missing at a couples retreat.  When Dean accidentally uses Cas’ name instead of Charlie’s they are the ones who have to pretend to be together.

Word Count: 52k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

Everything Comes Back to You – VioletHaze   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  They’re there to investigate some deaths, but when the B&B owner offers Dean & Cas a really good deal to stay somewhere of a much better quality than the usual shitty motel, Dean decides to treat Cas, but when the angel chats to the proprietor about it nearly being the anniversary of their meeting, she assumes they are a couple.

Word Count: 33k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

We’re Butter Off Together – whichstiel   Ao3

Set S5.  At a State Fair, a butter sculpting competition draws the Winchester’s attention because one of the sculptures bears more than a passing resemblance to Cas.  The angel turns up but is mistaken for Dean’s life partner rather than professional and the friendly locals have them sharing a room while they’re there.

Word Count: 27k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

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there are a lot of time travel concepts involving team free will that are so so good but i don't think i've ever seen anyone talk about the potential of jack, by himself, traveling back to s2. like that time after john's dead but but before dean's sold his soul and sam is afraid of himself. thinking about the ways that a nephil with power beyond their wildest imagination showing up and saying "i'm your kid" would rock their shit.

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almost human

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A not heartbreaking version of Destiel (unlike this one) that I promised this gorgeous lady that I’d do for her. (◕‿◕✿)

See, I told you I’d make you a happy one.

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Oh my god yay!

Ode to Squirrel World (1019 words) by Woollycas Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Episode: s15e16 Drag Me Away (From You), Coda, Episode Tag, Fluff, Hugs, Squirrel Dean Winchester, Squirrel Castiel, Squirrel World Series: Part 8 of Season 15 codas Summary:

Squirrel Dean and Squirrel Cas escape their dying world and take a moment to contemplate their new life together.

And the amazing art @whichstiel​ made for this can be found here.

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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

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much like the red star itself, i inevitably circle back to Pern

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Supernatural 15x06//Golden Time

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pa said the well's run dry he said the bank came out yesterday and said we're gonna have to sell the blog and get work in the city like the rest of folks less we can come up with something real quick. he was all ready to sign the papers today but i begged him to wait to give me time to find something anything and he sighed and said he could give me a week and not a minute more. and i nodded and i cried because he was right when he said there was next to nothing i could do and even if i did find a miracle. all our neighbors shuffled off weeks months years ago because the posts dried up and the bank came knocking. i break open my piggy bank hoping there's enough drafts in there to tide us over. i sit there. and i have to decide if it's worth spending everything i have just to buy us an extra day. and i know this extra day will consist of walking around mute and shellshocked. and i decide. it's worth it. i give pa all my drafts and he looks at me and shakes his head and his voice cracks when he says i better keep hold of those for getting settled in the city. i could fight him. i don't. i leave all my drafts on the table and storm out the back door. there must be something. they must have just missed it. pa says he knows this blog better than anyone. but i grew up here, same as him. and as much as he loves it, i love it more. when i was seven years old he tore the place apart looking for me after i wandered off. but i wasn't lost. i'd found a tag to play in, happy as could be. he never found me, or the tag, i just wandered back out when i got hungry. it's pa's blog, but it's my home. i know where the creeks and streams and ponds are. i know if i look hard enough, i can find a new posting well.

day one, i strike out. i wake up before dawn. i come in after dusk with no posts to show for it. pa's boxing up our plates when i walk in. he doesn't say anything. i don't either.

day two, i wander a further. yesterday, i was following a map with areas of interest marked in order of likelihood of success. today, i pick a direction and walk. i have more to show for it, if only barely. i get home with one bucket of posts. pa tells me i should keep them.

day three i wake up because pa's dragging furniture into the yard for a yard sale. when i ask him what he's doing he says he'd rather be paid flop drafts by our neighbors than flop drafts by the bank. i walk back inside. get my map. i get home after midnight with empty hands.

day four. when i wasn't looking, the cold single minded determination turned into fear. i'm realizing i'm running out of time. i'm realizing the reason pa didn't put up a fight is because he knew there was nothing out here. i could kill him. what kind of farmer depends on one well? my heart isn't in it today. i head out after noon. i'm back before dusk. there's been a stack of empty boxes sitting outside my room since pa told me the news. i haven't touched them. tonight, i take one and put away some of my things.

day five. there's more ground to cover. it's more out of a sense of completion than anything. so that when we're in the city, i can say, i did everything i could. i looked everywhere. this was the only option. i stop midday for a rest. the ground i put my palms on is curiously softer than the rest. i dig. it comes away easily. it turns into mud. heart thudding in my ears, i keep digging. the mud gives way to a trickle of posts. ears roaring. i keep digging. hands covered in mud. the trickle turns into a stream. i start yelling for pa. i'm too far from the house for him to hear me, but i'm not thinking about that right now. i'm thinking about the posts in front of me, clear and fresh. text posts. gifs. amvs. there's enough to live another twenty years on this blog. i splash my face. i laugh. i fill my bucket. i'll have to bring more. we'll have to get the pump set up. because there are enough new supernatural posts here for me and my children to build a life.

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Castiel every day so often -- 104/139

Supernatural 13x13//Devil's Bargain