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these are so fun to make

i made two of this one because I couldn’t decide

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Sorry to the 4 people who already voted I was unhappy with one of the options and couldn’t change it 🙈

#all of these #😭😭

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Steve, lovingly tucking Bucky in under a soft blanket and kissing his forehead: there... slutwrap supreme

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#live slug  peter maximoff reaction

#cherik

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I finished it! This is the completed version of this

#spn #destiel #fanart

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YOU'RE WELCOME TUMBLR jdvskbdsi

did i buy an extra photo op this morning just to do this? definitely

i showed him the meme on my phone and said "can we do this next to john winchester's grave?" and he went "yes." with no hesitation lmao

THIS IS FROM MY PHOTO OP, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT CREDIT.

#YESSS #misha collins #spn #john winchester

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suicide squad 3 scene where someone asks why harley is in jail this time and it’s just a cut to bruce the hyena at a tea party with rpatz bruce wayne duck taped to a chair opposite of him. harley; I figured kidnapping a big wig like bruce wayne would a caught bats attention but I got dropkicked by a butler instead

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They couldn’t have a “Cas possesses Dean” episode because Cas would just stand at a mirror and just look and get nothing done the entire episode

I think Cas would take Dean’s body out on a spa day and make sure that for once Dean is properly taken care of and hugged loads by his loved ones. What monster of the week? Dean needs a mud bath.

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The reason Dean says "I need you" instead of "I love you" is because that phrase is what he believes love is all about.

"I need you to watch out for Sammy. I need you to do this. I need you to do that."

In Dean's head, his dad needing him must've meant that he loved him.

#because john never said he loved him #😭😭

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Sometimes I think about 4 year old Dean and how he stopped talking after his mom died and then never got to talk about her again without his dad throwing a fit.

How he probably didn't get any hugs as he got older and was so touch starved he got into fights in school just to feel someone's hands on him.

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How Dean, 40 years old, started to wear silly socks and scooby doo underwear, hot dog pajamas and cuffed jeans because he finally felt secure enough to be the one he never got to be when he was young. He didn't feel the need to be John's Carbon Copy anymore, the Hypermasculine Manly Man with his dad's leather jacket on. He could just be Dean. And he liked silly outfits and horror movies where the bad guys got kicked in the ass by the good guys and he built himself the movie cave he always dreamed about as a kid and he finally started to find out who he was. He started to be himself for the first time in his life and he loved it.

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If you want something to laugh please look up the titles for the official OST for The Batman that they released today because it's just so. "This Movie is Dark and Gritty" ..you sure? ..with OST titles like this..?

tag urself I’m highway to the angerzone

#its raining vengeance #💀💀 #the Batman #robert pattinson #dceu

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When reading fanfic keep in mind that for professional literature: 

Short story: under 7,500

Novelette: between 7,500 and 17,500

Novella: between 17,500 and 40,000

Novel: over 40,000

Fics over 40k are literally a novel written and shared for free.  If you have written a 40k+ fic, you have literally written a novel.

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Since everyone is asking about fic recs can you recommend your favorite fake dating fics or college AUs?

Here you go anon:

Fake dating

Operation brain bleach (30k): dean and cas pretend to be a couple so sam can feel ok to leave the bunker to live with eileen. It’s taken to the extreme lol

Suck it, judy garland (20k): cas and sam get fake married, dean absolutely loses it

Love interruption (57k): dean and cas pretend to be a couple at a resort; this has some deliciously jealous dean

Everything comes back to you (32k): it all happens at a lovely b&b. Yummy misunderstandings and pining, a real journey

All’s fair in love and hunting (20k): hilarious game of gay chicken

Professional couples only (37k): a classic for a reason. Memorable first kiss

The full experience (30k): at a resort. Funny and emotionally rewarding. Probably the best fake dating i’ve read

The handyman’s special (51k): au, dean bought a fixer upper’s house and cas has allll the tools

How a grocer watches dean pull his head out of his ass in seven days (?k): wip but sooo good sooooo funny

College AUs

I don’t read many of these but. The Big Three are famous for a reason:

And this your living kiss (57k): poet!dean will change your life

Four letter word for intercourse (194k): phone sex + college au. Will change your (sex) life

The dean winchester beat sheet (144k): insane denial!dean; so many memorable lines and moments, funny

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@ people please feel free to add your own recs, even if it’s your own fic (ESPECIALLY then)

#destiel fic recs #useful

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Can u recommend some smutty maybe kinky destiel fics

These are fics i consider 🔥🔥🔥🔥 Warning that they have plot as well:

The birds and the T’s (130k): destiel tumblr/twitter employees AU. A lotttt of sexy scenes as well as funny parts

The dean winchester beat sheet (144k): college au, denial!dean, stuff that’ll make you go holy shit

A room of one’s own (94k): northernsparrow my beloved. Oh you know how it goes, dean tries to masturbate to some porn and poof cas is there

Life skills (26k): it’s not gay if it’s in a threesome, right?

Four letter word for intercourse (194k): thee kinky au phone sex fic that will also wreck you emotionally thanks

The cheapest room in the house (90k): repressed!dean helps cas install grindr, he’s totally normal about it. it’s a new classic

Painted whore (14k): excuse me for putting my own fic on here. dean works a case about missing nude models and attends a life drawing class… surprise: cas is the model

#destiel fic recs #useful

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Funny destiel fics to distract from stuff

Maybe i’m not the only one who needs these right now. Please rec more funny fics in reblogs if you can <3 and yes self recs are welcome too

Operation Jealousy (1k): sam gives dean and cas just that little extra push they need… short and fun!

Fifty ways to lose your lover (1k): 15x18 meta script rewrite crazy fix-it

Friends with benefits (2k): sam walks in on dean and cas… #prayforsam

Death of a salesman (3k): cas has a panic when he sees dean in heaven so he pretends to be jimmy novak

Ignorance is bliss (usually) (8k): to protect sam’s hurting brain, dean and cas must keep their new relationship a secret. Tears. Streaming. So funny

Broadway musical (12k): cas is tasked by heaven to play matchmaker for dean and jo… shenanigans and fun jimmy-isms ensue

What has eight tentacles and isn’t allowed to eat pie (16k): still one of the best first kisses i’ve read. And yeah, very funny

All’s fair in love and hunting (20k): craziest game of gay chicken

Don’t stop, make it pop (34k): cas gets a tiktok, wip, but sooo fun and light

How a grocer watches dean pull his head out of his ass in seven days (35k): a wip but don’t let that stop you, so brilliant and hilarious

#destiel fic recs #useful

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day one of @toppinghughdancy's follower celebration!

prompt: fake dating ✨

spn | destiel | 2k | ao3

summary: Cas is invited to a party with his 'partner'. Naturally, Dean assumes that means him.

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“I thought, you should know, I have been invited to a party.”

Dean looks up from his laptop to see Cas wandering in, trenchcoat billowing and hair a little wild. Just like the old days. He barely suppresses a grin.

“A party?” Sam repeats, wedging a bookmark into one of his leather-bound lore books. “What sort of party?”

“I’ve been told it’s a ‘neighborhood gathering’.” Cas uses air quotes because of course he does. Dean doesn’t bother trying to hold back a smile this time.

“Huh. Well, could be useful.” He frowns. “How’d you swing that?”

Cas looks at him blankly, like he’s not sure what Dean is even asking.

“How did you get invited to a party?” He clarifies. All these years and the guy’s still a damn alien. “Thought you were just doing some door to door.”

“I was. But I forgot my FBI badge and people were confused as to why I was asking questions. So I told them I was looking to buy a house in the area with my partner. They were more willing to talk after that. Brenda, at number fifty six had a wonderful St. Bernard dog - ”

“What time’s the party?” Dean asked with a sigh, closing the lid of his laptop. He’d have plenty of time to hear all about Brenda’s dog at the party.

“Seven pm.” Dean checks his watch and sees they don’t have long to get ready. “It’s been requested of all attendees to bring a bottle; I assume of alcohol but it wasn’t specified which kind. I am assured there will also be ‘nibbles’.”

Dean stands and stretches, excitement buzzing through him like lightning. “Oh, yes! Suburban nibbles? They’ll be amazing. They always do little tarts and pastries. And their dip game is always out of this world - ”

“Ok, ok!” Sam laughs, holding up a hand. “We get it, you’re excited about the snacks.”

“Damn right, I am.” He wanders past Cas to his holdall, clapping the angel on the shoulder as he goes. “Just give me some time to get my gladrags on - ”

“Oh.”

Dean pauses, bag half unzipped in his hands. When he turns, Cas’ eyes are wide.

“What?”

“I didn’t think…” His eyes dart to the bag in Dean’s hands and then back up to his face. “I’ve already asked Eileen to accompany me.”

“Oh.” Dean’s fingers turn white on the bag. “Oh, yeah. That - that makes more sense actually.”

“Yeah.” Sam says, voice dry and eyes darting between them. “That does make sense, doesn’t it?” His face is tight, like he’s trying not to smile.

Dean’s face floods with heat and he turns to put his bag down on the floor for something to do.

“I could ask Eileen to stay behind if - ”

“Nah, nah.” Dean forces himself to laugh. “No, go with Eileen. That’s much better. Makes sense. I mean, it’s suburbia, right? Straight, middle-class paradise. That’s…that works. Really well. Good - good thinking. You know, I kinda forgot Eileen was here. Ha, ain’t that strange? Don’t tell her I said that, though. She’ll probably shoot my kneecaps off or somethin’. Ha, she’s a pistol, that one. Don’t - don’t know why she’s into you, Sammy - ”

“You’re rambling.” Dean doesn’t look at him, but he just knows Sam is smirking.

“Dean, are you alright?” Cas steps closer, brow furrowed in concern.

“Y-yeah! Course.” Instinctively, he takes a step back and almost falls over the bag he just put down. Cas grabs his upper arm, quick and strong.

Dean swallows.

He holds on for a few seconds and neither of them say anything.

Then Sam clears his throat and the door opens.

“Ta-da!” Eileen poses dramatically in the doorway, looking sensational in a deep red dress that clings to her figure.

Dean gets his revenge when he sees Sam’s tongue is practically lolling on the floor and the tips of his ears have gone pink.

Cas beams at her, letting Dean go. “Eileen, you look wonderful. An excellent dress choice, if I may say.”

“You may.” Eileen grins, linking her arm through Cas’.

Dean watches her hand settle on his arm and feels cold.

“Shall we?” She says, settling into his side.

Cas nods and opens the door for her and leads her through it like a gentleman. Eileen grins over her shoulder at the two of them as she leaves.

She winks at Sam. “Don’t wait up.”

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“I can’t believe they’re out partying - ”

“They’re hardly ‘partying’, Dean.” Sam says without looking up from his book.

“- and we’re stuck here.” Dean huffs, slouching in his chair and kicking the mostly empty pizza box on the floor. “Doing friggin’ research, of all things! Not even doin’ anything good. Maybe…” He risks a glance at Sam who still isn’t looking at him. “Maybe one of us shoulda gone instead?”

“Why?”

“I just…don’t you think they’re gonna be outta their depth?”

Sam does look up then and frowns. “Do I think an experienced hunter and a literal angel of the lord will be out of their depth at a neighborhood party where they’re scouting for information about a potential ghost in an old house? No, Dean. I think they’ll be fine.”

Dean huffs again, crossing his arms across his chest. He can feel his face heat again. “I mean…yeah. But still. They’re not…”

Sam snorts and eyes Dean’s sulky posture. “Dude, why are you struggling with this?”

“I’m not! It’s just…ya know.” Dean flounders and feels his face heat. He gets up under the guise of looking for his phone on his lumpy motel bed even though he knows it’s already in his pocket. “We’re used to the whole undercover, fake identity thing. Maybe…maybe one of us shoulda done it. You know, helped Cas through it a bit. Eileen doesn’t know him that well. He might mess up if I’m - we’re - not there to help him.”

Sam scoffs behind him. “Really? I’m not volunteering to fake date Cas unless I need to.” There’s a pause and Dean holds his breath. “Are you?”

“What, no!” He says quickly, pushing as much outrage into his voice as he can manage. “I just…ya know. Thought maybe it’d be safer if one of us did it, is all.”

He assumed. That’s the issue.

His toes curl into the motel carpet, humiliation crawling up his spine. He’d assumed that Cas was going to take him to the party. That when Cas lied about having a ‘partner’, Dean was the fictional partner he was talking about. Not, you know, their female friend they were working on the case with.

“I mean, I guess I could’ve done it.” Sam says, considering the idea. Dean wheels around to see Sam smiling to himself. “Might have been kinda fun, actually. It’d be hilarious to go to a party with Cas.”

Dean laughs. “Yeah. Sure.”

“What?” Sam’s smile slips. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just…” Dean gestures to himself. “Come on, man.”

Sam just stares. “I don’t get it.”

“Come on. If Cas was gonna take a dude to a party, he’s gonna take me.”

Sam raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Oh, yeah?”

Dean snorts, smug. “Yeah, of course! We’re best friends, man. Course he’s gonna take me.”

“Right.” Sam nods, biting the inside of his cheek. “I guess so. But you know, Cas and I are also good friends.”

“Well, yeah.” Dean reasons. “But not like me and Cas. It’s different. You and Cas are like…friends, you know? Me and Cas are…”

He stops abruptly, realizing where he’s backed himself.

“Yes?” Sam prompts smugly. “You and Cas are…”

“Uhh…”

“No, no.” Sam closes his book with a grin. “Don’t censor yourself. Tell me: you and Cas are…?”

“Best friends.” Dean says finally. “That’s - that’s what I was gonna say before you cut me off. Talking over me, dude. That’s a bad habit. You gotta - gotta sort that out.”

“Right.” Sam sighs, his entertainment apparently over. “Sure. You know, if you actually - ”

Thankfully, the door opens and Eileen walks in, high-fiving Dean as she passes to sit opposite Sam. Cas follows closely, holding her bag for her.

Dean grins. “Good night?”

“Yes, it was enjoyable.” Cas places Eileen’s bag down on the table gently. “This neighborhood has some interesting characters. If I was looking to purchase a house - ”

“Did you get any more info on the house and the family?” Sam interrupts, earning a glare from Dean.

“Uh huh.” Eileen sparkles with delight, a little tipsy. “Local legend says every year, on the Roman holiday of Floralia, the whole house goes crazy with activity and it lasts for six days - ”

“The Games of Flora!” Sam says excitedly.

“What?”

“Uh, it’s a six day festival within the celebration of Floralia.”

“Oh, sure.” Dean rolls his eyes. “Now it makes sense.”

“But why…oh.” Sam flips open his book again. “Of course! It’s not a ghost. It’s an old god.”

“Festival starts tomorrow.” Eileen says, yawning. “Which means we get to sleep now.” She grins and leans across the table to squeeze Sam’s forearm. “You know, I asked reception for a room and they were fully booked.”

Dean smirks, already pulling his gun out from under his pillow and tucking it into his waistband.

“Oh?” Sam closes his book again and practically smolders at her. “Well, I’d let you stay here. of course, but my brother - ”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going, I’m going.”

“It’s ok, Dean. You can share with me.” Cas says, giving Dean one of those small, secret smiles.

A warmth spreads through his chest as he shoulders his bag. “Thanks, buddy.”

“I don’t need the bed, anyway.” Cas says easily as they wander out into the corridor. “In fact, Eileen could just have my room.” He turns to go back inside. “I should tell her -”

“Uh, I wouldn’t do that, Cas. I think they’re…busy.”

“What?” He frowns and then realization dawns on him. “Oh. Copulation. I understand.”

Dean can’t stop his laughter bouncing off the walls as Cas leads them to his room. He dumps his bag by the lone twin bed and pulls out his pajamas. He’s aware of Cas outside the door while he showers, while he brushes his teeth, while he pulls on his worn pajama pants and Zeppelin shirt.

When he steps back into the room, Cas is sitting in the only chair next to the window, ramrod straight like a robot on standby.

Dean snorts and clambers into bed, trying to act like he can’t feel Cas’ eyes hot on his back. “You gonna sit there all night?”

“Yes, probably.” Cas says, like that’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Great.” Dean mutters snarkily to the pillow, ignoring the slight fluttering in his chest.

“I can leave if you would rather.”

“Nah.” Dean flops over onto his back, eyeing him up. “It’s your room, you should stay.”

Cas nods and turns his gaze out the window, blue eyes tracing the passing of cars, ears picking up the whispered conversations of people outside.

Dean’s tired. He should go to sleep. He should make the most of Cas not watching him sleep like some weirdo.

But instead, he says, “So, what happened at the party?”

Cas turns back to him, blinking. “Eileen told you - ”

“No, I mean, what happened. What were the people like? What did you do? Was Brenda there, the one with the St. Bernard dog?”

Cas beams. “Yes, she was. And she brought Percy.”

“Her husband or the dog?”

“The dog, she’s divorced. But her ex-husband’s name was Percy, which is odd.”

“Yikes.” Dean sits up, arranging the pillows behind him so he can lean back and look at Cas as he talks. “Who else was there?”

Cas smiles, sits forward in his seat and starts talking.

Dean thinks sleep is overrated anyway.

#destiel #spnfic