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#The bunker scene
wrongwiredmind · 2 years
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Okay, I really don't understand this, don't get me wrong, it's hilarious, but honestly confusing,
Why would Steven say:
"I don't care how bloody handsome you are, tell me what it is you are!"
Why would he mention the aesthetics of the "man in the mirror" 'features
I mean, he could see that it is his reflection talking to him, so what is the point of stating the physical characteristics of the person in front of him?
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shadebloopnik · 4 months
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There's just something about Floyd being unhinged in fics that just gets me.
Like yes he gets portrayed as a sweet frail uwu boi most of the time, which is also niceee and all, and would also suit his sensitive title. But then there are fics where Floyd is absolutely off the rails at times; where Floyd is nearing losing his voice being the loudest in a shouting match, where Floyd nearly bites someone's head off in anger, where Floyd tries to sneak out of his room multiple times even when his body still very much recovering from greeting his grandma, where Floyd wrestles with his brother on the floor because he's about to do impulsive sht for the people he cares about, fics where Floyd absolutely LOSES HIS SHIT
And the best part is that none of it is out of character for him at all. In fact, it'd cement his title as the sensitive one even more. Being sensitive isn't just about sad and mopey. Sometimes its about being nuts, and paranoid, and being impulsive when your loved ones are in danger and being so so angry that you'd yell and cry from the frustration. Not that he's always feral and wild- because he's def the one to mediate most of the time, but in situations where his loved ones are in danger, I just love when he's unapologetically emotional in every aspect about it, when he's sobbing and yelling without abandon.
There's something about Floyd in fics letting his emotions speak in such a powerful, feral way that gets me.
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junebugdunes · 7 months
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something soft
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badboysteve · 5 months
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I just finished re-watching season 3 with someone who hasn't seen the show before and anyone who thinks Steve was silly for thinking Robin was into him/ should have somehow known she was gay before confessing to her, really needs to rewatch their heart-to-heart scene in the Russian bunker. Robin tells Steve outright that she was obsessed with him (her, not "all girls") and was watching him close enough to still remembers his exact breakfast down to what kind of bagel it was!! Everything she says, down to the insults, sounds like she's bitter about an unrequited crush. Which she is! Just not on him.
My friend knew going in that she was gay and still thought this was a love confession!
So when Steve confesses in the bathroom, it's not baseless or comes out of nowhere: He's acting based on her words, their budding friendship pre-season, and the intimancy they built under the mall.
He has every reason to think he'd have a serious shot at having his feelings returned, which makes how well he reacts to Robin recontextualizing things for him even better imo.
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dessertbird · 4 months
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Daily Destiel 💙💚
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Happy times in the Bunker. ☺️😍❤️
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“No,” Castiel disagreed coming around the table leashing his hand around Dean’s wrist and practically dragging him to Dean’s bedroom. He shut the door and turned to face a stunned-into-silence-Dean. “No, Dean,” he moved into his personal space and began unbuttoning his shirt. “You…” he kissed the cut on Dean’s lip and a flutter of grace warmed Dean’s lip, healing the injury.
Dean swallowed at the innocent kiss and heal, eyes remained on his best friend.
“..did not deserve it,” the Angel kissed the cut next to Dean’s left eyebrow, warmth flooding and soothing the now once split skin. “You did what you…,” Castiel proceeded to kiss Dean’s left bruised cheek applying soothing warmth into his Hunter’s skin and muscle healing the injury he made on contact, all the while continuing to unbutton Dean’s shirt. “…thought was right at the time, Dean,” he removed the ice pack from Dean’s hand, threw it behind him blindly, and placed another healing kiss on the bruise at the left corner of his lip.
Dean nearly came out of his daze until he felt Castiel’s barely-there-kiss upon his lips and the warmth lingered, tingling on his skin, as emotions overwhelmed the righteous man.
“You acted with the knowledge available,” he kissed the bruised jaw, washing away with healing grace from his warm lips. The Angel pushed the open shirt off his shoulders and pulled Dean’s undershirt above his head.
The hunter easily allowed the removal, remaining in silence, heart racing and hoping for another kiss, healing or not.
Castiel’s piercing blue eyes skimmed Dean’s bare, bruised chest. His brow furrowed at the damage he caused. “Dean,” he whispered, leaned forwar, and placed another healing kiss on this beautiful soul’s collarbone, lingering a moment longer than before. He looked up through his own dark eyelashes at Dean’s brilliant, green eyes brimming with tears that watched his every movement. “Being wrong does not mean punishment, Beloved,” Castiel placed another warm and healing kiss next to his right nipple, lingering again. His grace lingered a moment more as well before he moved to lay a kiss upon a dark, large bruise on his right lower abdomen.
He straightened back out facing the man before him and continued, “It means, my love, learning to do better next time.” He took Dean’s jaw in both his hands, closed his eyes, and placed a gentle kiss upon Dean’s lips.
Dean forgot how to breathe. He felt sweat forming on his scalp, his heart pounding in his chest, his blood roared on his ears, and Castiel’s lips against his. Tears flowed without permission down his cheeks. His body finally at his command: he grabbed the Angel’s shoulders and brought him closer, touched chest to knees, and he tilted his head changing the chaste kiss into a heartfelt one.
[I blame @tedrakitty for the inspiration and their inspirational muse catnip. It works too well. You know I really love you.]
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lulu2992 · 13 days
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Goodbye... but not farewell
In the timeline of “that fic I’ll never write”, this takes place about 12 hours after this.
Story under the cut :)
So, the morning after Taylor and John’s last night together in her bunker, which was also the first they—chastely—spent in each other’s arms, he packs his belongings, dresses nicely (because John Seed simply can’t wear sweatpants in public), and she drives him back to his ranch.
When they arrive, she stops her pickup truck a few meters away from the house… and from the small group of cultists gathered at the entrance, eager to celebrate the return of their Herald.
Upon seeing them, Taylor chuckles softly.
“Looks like they organized a little homecoming party for you”, she comments.
John, sitting next to her on the passenger seat, is also looking at them, a tender expression on his face.
“Yes. I’m back home, I suppose.”
His smile then slowly fades, and he turns to Taylor. When their eyes meet, she notices a hint of regret in his. He’s back among his brothers and sisters, sure, but she’s not coming with him...
“Well... I guess this is goodbye, then,” she says, trying not to let her own sadness show.
“But not farewell,” he assures, nodding.
The Baptist gets out of the car, grabs his coat and his bag, goes around the vehicle, and stops at the driver’s open window.
“Thank you for the ride.”
“You’re welcome.”
“In fact…” he adds in a low voice, placing his hand on hers but making sure that, from his followers’ point of view, it looks like he’s just touching the door, “…thank you for everything.”
She smiles fondly in response, and he just stands there in silence for a moment, seemingly studying her features, maybe trying to engrave them in his memory.
“How I regret not kissing you again earlier this morning when I still had the chance,” he finally murmurs.
The cultists are too far away to have heard him, but Taylor isn’t, and her right hand tightens on the wheel.
“See you again soon, ‘Deputy’.”
He hasn’t used this nickname in a long time, and she lets out an amused huff when she hears if. John, now mischievously smirking, discreetly winks and starts walking toward his ranch.
Although he briefly turns around halfway to give her one last, small wave and bittersweet smile (which she returns), she realizes each step he takes hurts more than the last, and that the further away he gets from her, the deeper her heart sinks into her chest.
It was at this moment Taylor knew there would be no going back.
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massfactory · 4 months
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Much like Volkan himself, I just can't stop!
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sunkcost · 2 years
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God, you think I want to run? This is the last thing that I want. This... this changes nothing. What I do, I do for my family.
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warning-heckboop · 4 months
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I think as a community, we all need to watch rewatch the final episode of The Beat Goes On, "Bye Bye Bunker", because now with the context we were given by Band Together of the bunker's origin and Branch's past experiences with not living up to expectations, it hits way harder than before
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insanesonofabitch · 3 months
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I think s9 human Cas should’ve died for a little bit and actually made it to heaven and we should’ve gotten to see his very best memories, which consists of random peaceful moments in history mixed with the times spent with his friends, his chosen family, with his Dean. The main one being in purgatory. The liveliness of a day in a forest on earth that Castiel was tasked to guard thousands of years ago contrasted with the eerie silence of a night in purgatory watching over Dean while protecting him from the various beasts lurking around. The little moments of peace and happiness Cas was able to find in both situations that makes up parts of his heaven. And I think Dean should’ve seen said heaven and remembered how it was the night before Cas let go on that cliff in front of the portal and thought about how Cas never planned to keep that moment, that experience being with Dean that he’s just realizing Cas must’ve loved so much if it made it to his heaven. And how back then Cas wanted to die but now he’s actually dead. And I think Dean should’ve lost his shit a little.
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youchangedmedestiel · 4 months
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I saw this post today and I felt the need to write something. It's not really my choice, it just came to me. But it felt quite nice to write this. Basically this scene below inspired the following destiel ficlet. I hope you'll like it (I'm sure you'll enjoy seeing the gif at least).
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Cas is going through lore books about Nephilim, sitting at a table in the bunker's library, when he decides to take a break and go check if Dean is awake. He starts with the kitchen but Dean is not here and there is no new washed mug next to the sink. This means that he must still be sleeping, so he walks towards Dean's room. With his angel's hearing abilities, he knows Dean is still asleep. He opens the door slowly.
Dean is resting on his stomach in the bed, pillow under his head with his arms folded around it. The covers are undone, and hides only the half of his legs, the parts below his knees. He looks relaxed and peaceful. The skin of his thighs and arms is exposed, thanks to his black short and grey t-shirt. It's quite a sight, Cas thinks.
But watching is not enough, this is calling for Cas's hands to touch. He walks closer to the bed and leans a bit forward. In this position, he lets his fingers from his right hand travel up. He starts at Dean's calf, running up his thigh, Cas's fingertips stroking the soft hairs. He sees goosebumps drawing along his touch, making him slightly smile. Even asleep Dean's body reacts to his hands.
His fingers arrive at the hill outlined by his ass cheek and wander there languidly. They slightly speed up as they climb down into the inviting valley that Dean's lower back forms. Their pace slows a little as they go up the rest of his back, feeling his strong muscles twitching underneath the light stroke.
"Hmmm." Dean groans, his voice sounds like he is grumpy for having been awakened, but it shifts into a more pleased tone when the angel grabs his shoulder with his hand and bends lower to lay a tender kiss on his exposed cheek. As Cas leaves, his fingers slide on the soft skin of Dean's arm and stop just before the forearm.
As he hears the sound Cas's trenchcoat makes when he moves, Dean opens an eye to watch him walk away and smiles tenderly against his pillow, a bit flustered by the touches he is not used to receive. He wishes to be woken up like that every morning for the rest of his life.
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deadlydelicious · 5 months
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The fact that in S10e22 they play the ICONIC Dean's family feels theme when Dean is beating Cas? no one touch me, I am PROCESSING
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lonewolf638 · 4 months
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think lots of my edits mainly focus on later szn bc its just sooooo. sam being possessed for months without consent sam being beaten into submission until he understood and bared his throat out for fratricide sams prayers being heard and used by the one person who he dreams about torturing everyday sam with a child he willingly chooses to love despite all the things said child represents sam telling that child to kill him because he'd rather die then hurt the kid sam sam sam
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maskyartist · 2 months
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*claps my hands together* if i say theres potential for an au where Clay ends up lost in the tunnels after the cave in, left behind by the Putt Putts as well, so hes either living in the walls of Bergentown or just trapped in the tunnels eventually being found/getting out near the village and just being more animal then Troll...
do yall see my vision or do i gotta go further??? theres drama potential im just saying (more in tags)
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dessertbird · 4 months
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Daily Destiel 💙💚
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I’m sure they had many quiet late night moments like this in the Bunker. 😊😍❤️
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