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inthemourninglight · 3 months
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Watching God gaslight Dean
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smallratboy · 11 months
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god: i’m heading out! i’ve left you all specific lists of instructions that i want you to follow very carefully.
gabriel: mine just says ‘gabriel, no’.
god: i want you to apply that to every scenario possible
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d3mureee · 6 months
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(Spoilers for Supernatural all seasons)
Supernatural was like a fever dream gone wrong. God is Chuck? Jesus is Metatron? Lucifer is a happy little gay man? Michael is a psychopathic mass murderer? Lucifer’s child is Jack and he likes Nougat? A wood nymph lived in the machinery of the bunker? A gay angel and a dude who used to be a demon who were in love were too terrified to kiss that they refrained even when one was going to die? The world almost ended dozens of time and yet the dude who survived and helped fix it all dies to a vampire shoving him into a wall with a nail???
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eroswmorals · 30 days
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chuck's scene in spn is what all artists think about what they put their oc's through
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change my mind.
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cecenyss · 10 months
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Can I just say that I absolutely love the fact that Dean is so nervous every time he talks to Death, but not when he talks to Chuck. Like it shows that he is very clearly capable of being reasonably afraid of cosmic, all-powerful beings, just not That One.
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winchester-girlfriend · 10 months
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Even God!
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your-blorbos-are-queer · 11 months
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chuck from supernatural is bisexual (canon)
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pollsforpondering · 3 months
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woundlingus · 7 months
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Gabriel was an angel serving under his father, a god. Then gained his “freedom” serving under another. Sure he gets the women, and the booze, and the self indulgence, but none of it ever feels entirely genuine coming from Gabriel, like it’s all part of the grander trick. He made his whole body a shrine to another, in ways you could say he was Loki’s best and most favourite devotee, and in the way Loki speaks to him I get the feeling he never even considered them equals. Even if Gabriel was stronger, he’s still just the angel and Loki seems to make that apparent. Who is Gabriel when he’s by himself? What are the indulgences he dabbles in that he was so desperate to leave Heaven for? Is he happy? Or is he just chasing the high of God in any pagan willing to touch him, hoping to find fragments of a missing father in them? Every single movement heavily calculated to be in reverence of another creature, imposing a grand image of the trickster so everyone will know a name that doesn’t even belong to him. Is he someone without a master? What hurt worse, his Father’s disappearance or Loki’s betrayal? Or does it all feel the same to an angel, being abandoned by it’s lord?
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pinkiebieberpie · 8 months
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chuck would do this ken shit with playing the guitar to barbie while she's just looking at him awkwardly
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dial-p-for-placey · 9 months
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Posting the series of Supernatural portraits I made for Momento Con in Pittsburgh, PA this weekend (Aug 5th to Aug 6th)! My booth will be close to the food if you want to grab one!
Last one in the series! See you tomorrow at the con!!
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livingfandomly · 6 months
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MOTHERFUCKERS
CHUCK IS GOD??????
C H U C K?!?!???????????????
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d3mureee · 6 months
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It took just over a month, but I’ve finally finished watching supernatural in its entirety and I could not be any happier with the way it ended. Supernatural had so much emotion and so much baggage and it made for an amazing storyline. Grateful I found this show and this fandom, glad to be here ❤️
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jokingmisfit · 2 years
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Morning Rays
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Chuck Shurley x reader
Prompt- “I would like my good morning kiss now.”
The sun and I never got along. It always gave me sun burn or woke me from the only place I felt home, my dreams. Lately however it had been different. It was him. It had to be, because no when I open my eyes and see those sun rays shining through our window I smile. It’s our window. 
The bed is empty as always, but I can’t seem to be upset about the lack of heat or body. I know where he is and he knows where I am. It’s a comforting pattern like system. We may not wake at the same time but we both know exactly where the other one will be waiting. Mostly him. Writers and their awful sleeping habits.
I tread down the stairs and don’t forget to miss the sun that beats through the window and into my eyes. But I’m not mad. It’s a reminder of who I am about to see. And there he sits at the table typing and blinking away. He’s dead to the world aside from his computer and paper. It’s cute. The ways his brows furrow and he lets small words slip past his lips. It’s a feat to see. A writer in progress, an artist shaping their new world.
I walk towards him. Leaning just slightly against his chair as he continues to work. Sometimes I wonder if he even knows I’m around, but then he sighs and leans back as I slowly run my hand through his curls. It’s like a dance that not one step is missed.
My voice isn’t loud just a whisper compared to the usual tone.
“You seem busy.”
It’s just a phrase. Three words to start a conversation. If he responds I know it’s a talking day. If he doesn’t respond I’ll probably have to remind him to stop and eat or otherwise throughout the day.
“I’m a bit more lost in thought than I am actually writing anything...”
He’s irritated.
He doesn’t say anything else. He just huffs and leans back in the chair. I move my hands down his shoulders. I let them wonder down to his chest as I lay my head on his shoulder, burying my nose in his neck. I whisper all of the love and courage I can because I know he’s just over worked himself. I can hear him huff out a laugh and smile. It makes me do the same.
“You know I never liked being awake. I never liked the light or the sun, but you changed that. You’re the missing piece of me... All that love for the dark fades away and all that is left is you.”
“Is that so?” He tilts his head as I shift. In just a moment our eyes meet and my smile widens.
“It’s the most truthful thing I’ve ever said.”
“You’re such a precious little thing...” His eyes seem to bore into my soul.
“Yeah? Heh. Well, I would like my good morning kiss now.”
He just puffs a laugh and meets me with a smile. 
It’s the closest thing I’ll ever get to heaven. Him and I. I’m trapped in that light and I don’t think I want to leave. I never liked the sun, but when I know the morning rays will bring me to this... Well I don’t think I can hide from the light anymore.
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gxrlcinema · 1 year
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in hbo supernatural metatron would be in a female vessel and the comparison would be less abandoned friend/professional partner and more like a woman confronting the much older boyfriend she had when she was a teen and realizing he picked her because she was young/manipulatable and not special
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Gabriel and Castiel: *Playing fight*
Chuck, walking up to them: Are you fighting? What’s got you fighting?
Gabriel: It’s not real fig-
Lucifer: *war cry and yelling while punching Michael in the face*
Michael: *makes an annoyed face, and tackles him*
Chuck: You guys are a nightmare…
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