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Didn't plan to draw anything for Valentine's day, but after my whole dashboard was full of heart lollipops I had to draw this <3

Happy Valentine's Din Djarin Day 💜

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a tiny problem

this probably hasn't made the news in other countries - huge mining company Rio Tinto managed to lose this little capsule (8 x 6 mm) somewhere in West Australia:

it's caesium-137, the stuff that has made Chernobyl uninhabitable, and you don't want to be standing within 5-10 meters of it, because it's blasting out beta and gamma rays. you REALLY don't want to pick it up, because it'll give you radiation burns.

what's nuts is it seems to have somehow escaped from its "secure" container and fallen out of a bolt hole while being transported, and then nobody noticed for TWO WEEKS.

anyway there are fire fighters on their sixth day of scouring 1,400 km (!) of desert road right now, but it's so small that it may never be found (I think the detection radius with the equipment they're using is maybe 20m). it's so small that it could have stuck in a car's tire treads, or been picked up by an unfortunate bird or other wildlife. it has a half-life of 30 years, which means it'll be dangerously radioactive for centuries.

it's just an incredible fuckup on so many levels.

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just a girl and her wasted potential

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Gael García Bernal as Jack Russell

WEREWOLF BY NIGHT 2022 • dir. Michael Giacchino

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maybe mediocrity isn’t wrong. maybe you don’t need to be the best at everything you do. maybe you don’t need to be the best at anything you do. it’s ok to simply do things because you enjoy doing them. its ok to not want to advance in your job. nothing has to be a competition. you don’t need to be better than anyone. you can do things just because they’re fun. you don’t need to read up on the history, and know everything about it. its ok to just exist. its ok.

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I love him your honor

Beau Arlen, Big Sky S3E02

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Jensen Ackles as Beau Arlen | Big Sky, 3x01 “Do You Love An Apple” Promo Photo. (x)

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Oh thank you so much sweetheart. 😭🥹💙 I am so glad you enjoyed it. 🥹💙 Love you, Em xoxoxo

Salt and Sand

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus-sized fem!reader 

Summary: Dean gets himself off while thinking about you.

Words: 637

Warnings/Tags: 18+ NSFW / this is literally just porn / Dean is masturbating / sex on the beach / plus-sized reader rocking a bikini / oral (fem receiving) / Dean has a suffocation kink /

A/N: Written for the lovely Lee-Anne. @lyarr24 Thanks for participating in my drabble challenge, love. So sorry this took so long. Unbetaed, all mistakes are mine. Please read the warnings/tags. This is just porn so minors, stay away! As always, comments, likes, and reblogs are super appreciated. Enjoy! xoxo

Wrapping his right hand around his painfully hard cock, Dean squeezed himself tightly at the base of his dick before stroking upward. He let us a strangled sound and imagined your full breasts as he flicked his wrist slightly over the head of his cock before stroking back down. Gripping himself tighter, Dean squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see the ceiling in his small room. Didn’t want to see his crap on the walls and on the floor. He didn’t want to be here at all, alone in the bunker with only his fist for company. He pictured a beach and did his best to recall the sounds of seagulls and waves. Dean imagined the smell of sunshine and sand on your skin as you lay next to him. He pictured you wearing a bikini, something sexy with as little material as possible. His mouth watered as he pictured a soft dusting of sand and sweat on your skin. 

In this fantasy, you looked up at him with hooded eyes and slowly peeled the strap of your bathing suit down. You were always such a tease. Dean bit his lip and pumped himself harder as he thought about your beautiful curves. Your tits were barely contained by the little red bikini top Dean pictured you in. Any second your nipple would fly out of it and he would lean forward to tug it into his mouth. He would roll the hard bud against his tongue and bite it gently with his teeth until you squealed for him. Dean would make quick work of untying your top and throwing it into the sea before pulling your bottoms off. He would grip your full hips and ass as he pulled your body on top of his. He knew you would complain, say something ridiculous like you were too heavy, but your complaints would die on your lips as he settled you on top of his face, right where you belonged.

Dean’s breathing picked up speed as he pictured you riding his face. He wanted to hear you squeal, wanted to feel your gorgeous thighs squeeze him as he licked and fucked you with his tongue. He would do anything, everything, to make you come all over his face. Dean imagined what you would smell like, imagined the taste of you on his tongue. You would make it harder for him to breathe as you used his face to get off. Growling, Dean reached over blindly and grabbed his pillow. Pulling the pillow to his face, he pressed it against his face until he could barely breathe and wished the fabric felt more like your soft thighs. Taking in small shallow breaths, Dean stroked himself harder and faster.

You were close to coming now, the sounds you made above him would be the sexiest thing he ever heard. Dean knew you would chase after your orgasm with as much fervor as you did everything else. You were so full of life and passion. He knew you wouldn't hold back. Dean wanted– no, needed to come with you. In this fantasy, you would reach up and play with your full breasts, tugging at your nipples and pulling at your hair until you fell apart above him. Dean moaned as he pictured you coming undone. Your lovely body would shake and your moans would get louder as you flooded his tongue with tangy sweetness. Imagining you saying his name over and over again, Dean came undone. Shouting into the pillow, Dean fisted his cock as hard as he could stand as he came all over his chest and abdomen. A few seconds ticked by before he tossed the pillow aside and finally opened his eyes. Breathing in out and out heavily, Dean swore he could almost smell the ocean.

Ugh. Poor Dean needs a vacation. </3

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LOL 😂

this scene but it’s reality tv

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Hehe thank you love 💙🥵🤤🌶️

Salt and Sand

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus-sized fem!reader 

Summary: Dean gets himself off while thinking about you.

Words: 637

Warnings/Tags: 18+ NSFW / this is literally just porn / Dean is masturbating / sex on the beach / plus-sized reader rocking a bikini / oral (fem receiving) / Dean has a suffocation kink /

A/N: Written for the lovely Lee-Anne. @lyarr24 Thanks for participating in my drabble challenge, love. So sorry this took so long. Unbetaed, all mistakes are mine. Please read the warnings/tags. This is just porn so minors, stay away! As always, comments, likes, and reblogs are super appreciated. Enjoy! xoxo

Wrapping his right hand around his painfully hard cock, Dean squeezed himself tightly at the base of his dick before stroking upward. He let us a strangled sound and imagined your full breasts as he flicked his wrist slightly over the head of his cock before stroking back down. Gripping himself tighter, Dean squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see the ceiling in his small room. Didn’t want to see his crap on the walls and on the floor. He didn’t want to be here at all, alone in the bunker with only his fist for company. He pictured a beach and did his best to recall the sounds of seagulls and waves. Dean imagined the smell of sunshine and sand on your skin as you lay next to him. He pictured you wearing a bikini, something sexy with as little material as possible. His mouth watered as he pictured a soft dusting of sand and sweat on your skin. 

In this fantasy, you looked up at him with hooded eyes and slowly peeled the strap of your bathing suit down. You were always such a tease. Dean bit his lip and pumped himself harder as he thought about your beautiful curves. Your tits were barely contained by the little red bikini top Dean pictured you in. Any second your nipple would fly out of it and he would lean forward to tug it into his mouth. He would roll the hard bud against his tongue and bite it gently with his teeth until you squealed for him. Dean would make quick work of untying your top and throwing it into the sea before pulling your bottoms off. He would grip your full hips and ass as he pulled your body on top of his. He knew you would complain, say something ridiculous like you were too heavy, but your complaints would die on your lips as he settled you on top of his face, right where you belonged.

Dean’s breathing picked up speed as he pictured you riding his face. He wanted to hear you squeal, wanted to feel your gorgeous thighs squeeze him as he licked and fucked you with his tongue. He would do anything, everything, to make you come all over his face. Dean imagined what you would smell like, imagined the taste of you on his tongue. You would make it harder for him to breathe as you used his face to get off. Growling, Dean reached over blindly and grabbed his pillow. Pulling the pillow to his face, he pressed it against his face until he could barely breathe and wished the fabric felt more like your soft thighs. Taking in small shallow breaths, Dean stroked himself harder and faster.

You were close to coming now, the sounds you made above him would be the sexiest thing he ever heard. Dean knew you would chase after your orgasm with as much fervor as you did everything else. You were so full of life and passion. He knew you wouldn't hold back. Dean wanted– no, needed to come with you. In this fantasy, you would reach up and play with your full breasts, tugging at your nipples and pulling at your hair until you fell apart above him. Dean moaned as he pictured you coming undone. Your lovely body would shake and your moans would get louder as you flooded his tongue with tangy sweetness. Imagining you saying his name over and over again, Dean came undone. Shouting into the pillow, Dean fisted his cock as hard as he could stand as he came all over his chest and abdomen. A few seconds ticked by before he tossed the pillow aside and finally opened his eyes. Breathing in out and out heavily, Dean swore he could almost smell the ocean.

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#comment reblog #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #spn smut

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Haha thanks love! 🥰💙

Salt and Sand

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus-sized fem!reader 

Summary: Dean gets himself off while thinking about you.

Words: 637

Warnings/Tags: 18+ NSFW / this is literally just porn / Dean is masturbating / sex on the beach / plus-sized reader rocking a bikini / oral (fem receiving) / Dean has a suffocation kink /

A/N: Written for the lovely Lee-Anne. @lyarr24 Thanks for participating in my drabble challenge, love. So sorry this took so long. Unbetaed, all mistakes are mine. Please read the warnings/tags. This is just porn so minors, stay away! As always, comments, likes, and reblogs are super appreciated. Enjoy! xoxo

Wrapping his right hand around his painfully hard cock, Dean squeezed himself tightly at the base of his dick before stroking upward. He let us a strangled sound and imagined your full breasts as he flicked his wrist slightly over the head of his cock before stroking back down. Gripping himself tighter, Dean squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see the ceiling in his small room. Didn’t want to see his crap on the walls and on the floor. He didn’t want to be here at all, alone in the bunker with only his fist for company. He pictured a beach and did his best to recall the sounds of seagulls and waves. Dean imagined the smell of sunshine and sand on your skin as you lay next to him. He pictured you wearing a bikini, something sexy with as little material as possible. His mouth watered as he pictured a soft dusting of sand and sweat on your skin. 

In this fantasy, you looked up at him with hooded eyes and slowly peeled the strap of your bathing suit down. You were always such a tease. Dean bit his lip and pumped himself harder as he thought about your beautiful curves. Your tits were barely contained by the little red bikini top Dean pictured you in. Any second your nipple would fly out of it and he would lean forward to tug it into his mouth. He would roll the hard bud against his tongue and bite it gently with his teeth until you squealed for him. Dean would make quick work of untying your top and throwing it into the sea before pulling your bottoms off. He would grip your full hips and ass as he pulled your body on top of his. He knew you would complain, say something ridiculous like you were too heavy, but your complaints would die on your lips as he settled you on top of his face, right where you belonged.

Dean’s breathing picked up speed as he pictured you riding his face. He wanted to hear you squeal, wanted to feel your gorgeous thighs squeeze him as he licked and fucked you with his tongue. He would do anything, everything, to make you come all over his face. Dean imagined what you would smell like, imagined the taste of you on his tongue. You would make it harder for him to breathe as you used his face to get off. Growling, Dean reached over blindly and grabbed his pillow. Pulling the pillow to his face, he pressed it against his face until he could barely breathe and wished the fabric felt more like your soft thighs. Taking in small shallow breaths, Dean stroked himself harder and faster.

You were close to coming now, the sounds you made above him would be the sexiest thing he ever heard. Dean knew you would chase after your orgasm with as much fervor as you did everything else. You were so full of life and passion. He knew you wouldn't hold back. Dean wanted– no, needed to come with you. In this fantasy, you would reach up and play with your full breasts, tugging at your nipples and pulling at your hair until you fell apart above him. Dean moaned as he pictured you coming undone. Your lovely body would shake and your moans would get louder as you flooded his tongue with tangy sweetness. Imagining you saying his name over and over again, Dean came undone. Shouting into the pillow, Dean fisted his cock as hard as he could stand as he came all over his chest and abdomen. A few seconds ticked by before he tossed the pillow aside and finally opened his eyes. Breathing in out and out heavily, Dean swore he could almost smell the ocean.

Ugh. Poor Dean needs a vacation. </3

Tags: @akshi8278 @beabutterfly987 @deandaydreaming @slamminmine @deandreamernp @siospins-deanjensen-reading-listen-reading-listns @elsamc13 @lyarr24 @the-mystery-spot @flamencodiva @flamencodiva-reblogs @deanwanddamons @mrspeacem1nusone @happyt0exist @thoughts-and-funnies @fofisstilinski @emariej28 @pepetualabsurdity @that-one-gay-girl @huffle-pissed

#comment reblog #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #spn smut

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“We just call him brown eyes.” ↳ PEDRO PASCAL as DIN DJARIN (The Mandalorian, Chapter 15 | The Believer)

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Comfy Dean 😍🌶️🤤🥵

I’m just gonna leave this here…

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Supernatural Stills ↳1.02 | Wendigo

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STRANGER THINGS 4x03 | 4x07