ah yes, tumblr is âbanning pornâ, you know, âââpornâââ, like that one time they had their bots tag basically all lesbian and trans blogs as ââââââpornâââââ. i truly trust the clowns who run this website to not literally fuck this up in the most heinous way imaginable while desperately begging for apple to restore their shitty app
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*Mystery Spot*
Dean: *dies for the 236th time*
Gabe: oh my Dad this is so sad Alexa play Heat Of The Moment
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Palms and fingertips
Companion piece to this.
It was caused by the human need for closeness, Castiel was sure. There seemed to be no other reason for it.
Holding hands just seemed so impractical. Humans were very dependent on using their hands for, well, most everything, and using one of them to grasp another personâs just rendered both of them more helpless.
Hands were excellent tools, really. Four fingers and a thumb to grab and grasp, curling together and inwards to make a weapon, shielding, sensitive fingertips to explore and assess a wide range of materials. Sometimes, Castiel found himself studying Samâs palms, the thin scar-like lines that didnât have all that much of a function somehow fascinating.
Sam never held his hand.
Castiel wondered why he didnât. Sam was human and should want closeness sometimes, shouldnât he? Castiel supposed he could indulge Sam and hold his hand in times they werenât needed for any tasks, and would respectfully inform Sam how impractical hand holding was when things needed to be done. He was fully prepared for the time Samâs hand would grasp his in the name of romance; he would squeeze Samâs hand back and smile to signal his continued affection. Castiel could indulge such a human need sometimes, if Sam required it. They were romantically involved (âDating,â Dean said, although they spent most of their time together in whatever motel room Sam resided in at the moment) so Castiel was sure Sam would soon try to hold his hand. Humans did that.
Sam didnât.
After two weeks, they kissed for the first time and Castiel found himself not minding the physical closeness, the hand at his jaw, Samâs lips against his. And in the days after, he found himself even more enthralled by Samâs hands. Their little movements when he was reading, or sweeping along the table, or fingernails drumming repeatedly against the side of his coffee cup. Those were the moments he could study them without Sam noticing, he hoped. He wanted to know how the skin would feel against his own hand.
He was lost in how an unoccupied hand lay on the table beside the book Sam had been reading for the past ten minutes, drumming lightly against the table now and again, when Sam caught him.
âSomething on your mind, Cas?â Sam asked and curled his fingers so they scratched against the surface with a soft sound. Castiel wanted to ask him why he wouldnât hold his hand, why he wouldnât take it when they walked beside each other, when Castiel was fully prepared to let him?Â
Impractical human need. Maybe it wasnât. Maybe it was, but still-
âI think⊠I would very much like to hold your hand, Sam,â Castiel replied as calmly as he could, and it wasnât as much of an epiphany as it was a dull realization of obviousness.
Samâs eyes widened and his lips quirked up in a smile. âWell, you have my permission Cas. Come here,â he said and motioned to the chair next to him, leaving his open palm in invitation on the table. Castiel hesitantly took a seat before shifting his own hand on top of Samâs (an unfamilliar gesture,but one he felt he could get used to). Sam went back to reading while Castiel silently marveled at the smooth texture and rough edges of Samâs palm and fingertips, small scars making their way inbetween. He experimented with intertwining their fingers and it surprised him how right it felt, just the small physical connection with the human he adored.Â
âI thought you wouldnât see the point of it,â Sam later answered when Castiel wondered if Sam actually didnât like holding hands, and when Sam assured him he did, why he hadnât asked Cas if they could. âYouâre an angel, and I guess hand holdingâs kinda⊠human.â
Castiel wasnât sure if he liked it despite that, or just because of it.
Nevertheless, Sam held his hand.
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you americans and your fahrenhrenhenrenheit
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Supernatural
Person: dies
Dean & Sam: what dis
Monster: i'm a monster oooooo
Sam: so get this it's this type of monster probably
Monster: nah i'm not
Dean: frick
Sam: frick de doo
Monster: time for more murder
Dean: no we'll kill you now
Sam: ye
Monster: oh noes
Sam & Dean: oh yes
Impala: vroom
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HEY FRIENDS ILY AND IM SO HERE FOR SOME SAMCASBENNY
(lol glispy I was wondering what was up with my activity page with all your reblogs)
uh some ideas maybe
sci-fi mystery/crime thriller vs coffee shop AU
broody dark superhero AU vs romcom
youtuber AU vs time travel fantasy
@holydarkhallelujah (so we donât clog up the original post)
But which one?? We have seventeen thousand fic ideas between the two of us.
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Excuse me but @holydarkhallelujah and @glitter-lisp if you guys ever collab pls consider this post
I will buy you multiple pizzas in return
I have a dumb idea: Fic Wars
Ok, hear me out: Two authors. Ten chapters. One fic.
Two genres.
Each author gets five chapters, interwoven. (choose who starts, the other gets to end)
Each author also gets a seperate, completely opposing genre or trope.
They must respect the fiction of all previously written chapters. However, during their chapter, they must, to the best of their writing ability, wrench the story out of its previous genre or trope and back into theirs.
I just want to read a story that canât decide if itâs a college AU or a Pacific Rim monster slayer. Half romance, half murder thriller. Half law procedural, half sitcom. Half Harry Potter au, half medical drama.
This is a dumb idea.
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Hey so apparently the full moon in September is called a Corn Moon, and a blue moon is a second full moon in a calendar month, so itâs possible that, when Disneyâs Pocahontas asks, âHave you ever heard a wolf cry to a blue corn moon?â sheâs referring to a second full moon in the month of September.
The last blue corn moon was in 1993, and the next will be in 2031. Theyâre not very common. So chances are that neither Pocahontas nor John Smith have ever heard a wolf cry to a blue corn moon.
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new headcanon: Pocahontas knows John doesnât know what a corn moon is and is just trolling him bc he called her a savage
Hey so apparently the full moon in September is called a Corn Moon, and a blue moon is a second full moon in a calendar month, so itâs possible that, when Disneyâs Pocahontas asks, âHave you ever heard a wolf cry to a blue corn moon?â sheâs referring to a second full moon in the month of September.
The last blue corn moon was in 1993, and the next will be in 2031. Theyâre not very common. So chances are that neither Pocahontas nor John Smith have ever heard a wolf cry to a blue corn moon.
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