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ogradyfilm · 3 months
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Winchester ‘73 features an intriguing narrative gimmick. While the overarching plot is a bog-standard revenge thriller—with Jimmy Stewart’s disillusioned sharpshooter relentlessly, obsessively pursuing his father’s killer across the Wild West—the film deemphasizes that particular thread, instead following the journey of the eponymous rifle as it passes from one supporting character to the next (the gun's ill-fated owners include: a shifty traveling merchant, a cowardly rancher, a Sioux war chief—played, naturally, by a Caucasian actor—and multiple bloodthirsty bandits). This broadens the otherwise conventional story considerably, transforming it into a sprawling odyssey that guides the viewer through the various strata of frontier society.
Despite having aged poorly in certain regards—particularly in its depiction of Native Americans as villainous (albeit not entirely unsympathetic) savages, its implicit glorification of Confederate values (both our protagonist and his plucky sidekick fought for the South), and its use of the egregiously problematic “save the last bullets for the womenfolk” trope—the movie's novel structure makes it an essential genre classic. Of equal interest is Stewart’s charismatic performance, which represents a transition from the wholesome, “golly gee” Boy Scout roles with which he had previously been associated to the morally ambiguous, psychologically complex antiheroes that would later define his career. If you can accept Winchester '73 as a relic of a less enlightened era (and honestly, it's positively progressive by 1950s standards, even taking its "cowboys versus Indians" conflict into consideration), it’s a handsomely crafted picture, elevated by lush black-and-white cinematography and suspenseful action scenes.
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machetelanding · 2 years
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891movies · 1 year
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500 to go (!!!)
The Gospel According to St. Matthew (1964, dir. Pier Paoli Pasolini): Given how radical and anti-establishment this movie feels, it's kind of amazing to me that every line of dialogue is taken directly from the gospel.
Winchester '73 (1950, dir. Anthony Mann): This is the history of the US in microcosm. Was this intentional on part of the filmmakers? I don't know but it sure works.
Throne of Blood (1957, dir. Akira Kurosawa): Best Shakespeare adaptation I've seen since 10 Things I Hate About You. Toshirô Mifune gives such a beautifully unhinged performance, even if the rest of the film didn't match up (it does!), it would still make it a 10/10.
Amour (2012, dir. Michael Haneke): Heartbreaking in such a straightforward, understated way. There's no dramatics, no sentimentality, just a devastating scenario shown as true-to-life as possible on film.
Hugo (2011, dir. Martin Scorsese): I'm not normally a fan of this type of magical realism 2000s/2010s Hollywood children's film (highly specific genre but if you know, you know). The subject matter and the deft hands of Scorsese made it hit for me, though, and I was legitimately tearing up by the end.
Shame (2011, dir. Steve McQueen): Spent so much of this movie worried that Fassbinder was gonna try to fuck his sister. Hey, I've been burned before!
Skyfall (2012, dir. Sam Mendes): I was mostly entertained throughout, give or take a couple of sour notes (the treatment of Séverine was pretty heinous ngl), but I was also ready for it to wind down around the 100 minute mark. And then it kept going for another 40 minutes! I do prefer Daniel Craig to Sean Connery but if we're going there then I also prefer Benoit Blanc to James Bond.
Phantom Thread (2017, dir. Paul Thomas Anderson): A meticulously beautiful film, in a way that truly complements the narrative.
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lilithsaintcrow · 10 months
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“Winchester ’73 came about when Stewart, having seen some of Mann’s westerns, was looking to reestablish himself after the relative disappointment of It’s a Wonderful Life, a critical and commercial letdown upon release, and the familiarity of Harvey, a passion project for Stewart. Mann, for his part, wanted a way out of the punchy noirs that had defined his career to that point.”
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jasonsutekh · 1 year
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Winchester ‘73 (1950)
A rifle induces envy in anyone who sees it causing many to kill to own it but only one man has earned the right to.
 The best character was really the setting. The open spaces acting as background made the period setting realistic as well as adding both scale and lawless isolation. There were a variety of actual characters, in different interpretations of the overly-masculine strong men, even if their only real strength was their trigger fingers.
 There’s some really unfortunate racial stereotyping as one would expect from a Western, however it goes a step further by depicting the Native Americans as both savage and dishonourable. It also didn’t help at all that some of the Native American characters were white people in blackface, it makes it impossible to take their role seriously.
 One revelation towards the end was most welcome as it explains some character motivations as well as applying a new context to the overall vendetta. There’s only one woman for most of the film but her acting is versatile and the character gets a surprising amount of development in a genre and time period of film that usually fits women into two categories.
 Most of the plot is straightforward gunfights which offers spectacle for some but for those looking for varied action or deeper subtext it’s basically just a wait to see who survives once the smoke and chaos has cleared. It’s difficult to route for anyone in a Western such as this since everyone is either an outlaw or occupier.
 3/10- This one’s bad but it’s got some good in it, just there-
 -The film Colt 45 (1951) was released 11 months after this film with the same plot but with two colt pistols instead of a rifle.
-Several of the dead “Indians” are mannequins, some even have their feet stuck in a fixed position in the air.
-Despite being set in 1876, one competitor at the shooting event uses a Winchester 1892.
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Winchester '73 (Anthony Mann, 1950) Cast: James Stewart, Shelley Winters, Dan Duryea, Stephen McNally, Millard Mitchell, Charles Drake, John McIntire, Will Geer, Jay C. Flippen, Rock Hudson, John Alexander, Steve Brodie, James Millican, Abner Biberman, Tony Curtis, James Best. Screenplay: Robert L. Richards, Borden Chase, based on a story by Stuart N. Lake. Cinematography: William H. Daniels. Art direction: Bernard Herzbrun, Nathan Juran. Film editing: Edward Curtiss. Winchester '73 fetishes the titular firearm as if it were Excalibur or the Shield of Achilles. Which is all to the point if you're mythmaking, as this film, the first of a series of five movies on which James Stewart collaborated with director Anthony Mann, distinctly is. It's not only a contribution to the myth of the American West, but its central conflict is based on the story of Cain and Abel, with a touch of Oedipus thrown in. Sibling rivalry -- I almost wrote "sibling riflery" -- never got hotter. This is the only one of the Stewart-Mann Westerns that wasn't made in color, but it hardly matters: William H. Daniels photographs the high desert country of Arizona as lovingly as he ever filmed Greta Garbo. The film also holds a place in Hollywood movie history because of the deal Stewart's agent made guaranteeing the actor a percentage of the profits -- a step toward the disintegration of the studio system that would accelerate through the 1950s. But it might also be noted that the studios still held some power: Two up-and-coming Universal contract players, Rock Hudson and Tony Curtis, both have small roles in the film, the former in war paint and a fake nose as the Indian chief Young Bull, the latter in a bit part as a cavalryman who admires the rifle on which the plot centers. Winchester '73 is one of the great Westerns not because it questions the myths (and the clichés, such as Shelley Winters's "dance hall girl" with a heart as gold as her hair) on which the genre is founded, but because it so wholeheartedly accepts and integrates them into a well-paced and entertaining movie.
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Stackednatural- 73/327
It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester (4x07) October 30th, 2008
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deanwritings · 26 days
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The Guest House - Chapter 9
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Pairing: Dean x Reader
Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.
The Guest House Master List
Word Count: 3,474
A/N: I can't tell you how much I appreciate everyone's kind words and support these last few weeks. It was a very tough time but I've finally given myself time to rest and recover and starting to feel better again. I'm so happy to be back at this story and hope you all enjoy 🩵🩷
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“I WHAT?” You stammer as Dean leans back, out of your space, still grinning. 
After you had told him about your dream car, he had texted Rick, asking him if he would bring the ‘73 Mustang along for you to drive while he worked on Rick’s show cars. He initially was going to leave you at home with his mom, but thought you would enjoy this a lot more.  
Plus, Rick loved showing off and racing his collection–the ones he didn’t plan to put up for auction–so he was more than happy to oblige. 
“Hey, Dean!”
Speak of the gray-haired devel. 
Dean turns to see Rick jogging from the garages, his arm outstretched above him as Dean waves back. 
A few seconds later, Rick steps into the circle you and Dean had created, his hands on his hips as he catches his breath. 
“Y/N,” Dean points towards the newcomer. “This is Rick. Rick, Y/N.” Rick reaches out his hand and you take it, giving it a firm shake as Dean raises an eyebrow. 
“Nice to meet you,” you greet Rick with a smile as you drop his hand. 
“You as well.” Rick returns. “Heard you had an interest in Mustangs.” 
Dean’s eyes dart to you, his smile growing as the color rushes to your cheeks before you sneak a glance at him.
“Really just one Mustang.” You admit, your attention back to Rick. “My dad tried to get me a ‘74 for my first car but my mom shot that down pretty quick.” 
“Ah,” Rick snaps. “That’s too bad. Beautiful machine.” And you nod in agreement. 
“Well,” Rick’s hand lands heavy on Dean’s shoulder. “Dean here has some work to get to for me, but while he works, you and I will play.” Your lips pop open at Rick’s words and you suck in a breath as you quickly turn to Dean, panic in your Y/E/C eyes as your gaze darts across his face. Dean can’t stop the smirk that appears as you look up to him to save you.
“He’s harmless, I promise.” Dean assures you with a wink, his hand coming to rest on your upper arm. The color returns to your cheeks, and Dean’s smirk relaxes, just one corner of his lip raised as his heartbeat slows. 
Fuck. He drops his hand away from you and straightens out as he clears his throat. Touching you while you were looking up at him like that, through your thick lashes, was a bad idea. And he takes a step away.
“Well, I’ll leave you kids to it.” Dean turns, walking backwards to keep his eyes on you and Rick. And you. “Have fun.”
This time, he fully turns, away from you as he hears Rick starting his spiel about Mustangs and how they were first introduced to the public at the World’s Fair in 1964 and since then, it’s been one of the most desired cars of our time. 
Dean smirks. He’s heard this history lesson more times than he would have cared to, but Rick’s a good guy, who pays well. Really well. Just for today's work, he was going to take home $6K, which was definitely over market value for Dean’s work, but Rick liked and trusted Dean, and for a man where $6K was nothing, he was more than happy to pay extra to keep Dean around. 
Dean steps into the garage, welcomed by Rick’s Datsun 240Z, Pontiac Firebird, and of course, Rick’s pride and joy, his 1969 Corvette Stingray. The first two were going up for auction tomorrow, while the Stingray was just here for a general checkup. 
Despite the beautiful cars in front of him, his eyes are drawn a few stalls down, where she’s waiting for him. 
That sense of excitement and pride bubbles up in his chest whenever he lays his eyes on her. But she would have to wait for now. 
Tearing his eyes away, Dean claps his hands together and gives them a rub.
“Let’s get to work.”
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Your heart is pounding in the best way possible as Rick crosses the finish line for the seventh time. This is the most alive you’ve felt in a long time. 
He had expertly raced you through the course, taking every curve so smoothly, you barely slipped across the benched, leather seat. When the speedometer first hit 120MPH, your eyes widened and you suddenly realized you were sitting in a steel deathtrap, going at a speed that would surely kill you if you were to crash, with a man you had met only two minutes prior. 
It was insanity. But here you were, loving every moment of it. 
“Whatcha say? Wanna take a ride in the driver’s seat?” Rick turns in his seat once the car slows to a stop. 
You take a deep breath, calming your racing heart.
“God I wish.” You’re practically breathless. “But I never learned how to drive stick.” Rick snaps for the second time today. 
“Well that’s a damn shame.” The older man shakes his head, his unstyled hair following the movement. “I would offer to teach you, but this isn’t quite the type of car you learn on.” He smiles while he pats the dashboard affectionately. 
You swat your hand through the air.
“Oh don’t even worry about it.” You were glad he didn’t offer to teach you. You would have been terrified of learning on such a beautiful car. You would probably find a way to crash it or ruin it. And you didn’t have the funds to fix a classic car at the moment. 
“But thank you for taking me. That was one of the coolest things I’ve ever done.” And it was true. The last time you had done anything this crazy was when you were in college, and did the Sky Coaster with Sydney while on spring break in Myrtle Beach. The two of you squeezed each other’s hands as you laid in the harness as you swung almost 200 feet in the air over the boardwalk. Since then, it’s been calculated and controlled decisions as you focused on growing your career above all else.
Without another word, Rick steps out of the car, and you follow.
“So what brings you up to Bolton?” Rick rests against the hood of the car, looking across at you. “Besides Dean?” He smirks. Something tells you he’s fishing, but unfortunately for him, the pond is empty.
“Well, I’m only here because of Dean, but I live in the city and recently quit my job so I decided to take a little vacation before I jumped back into the rat race. I’m renting out Dean’s guest house.” Rick wrinkles his nose and looks away.
“Dean’s renting? Can’t imagine he’s liking that too much.” Rick snaps his cobalt gaze back to you, holding up a hand. “No offense.”
“None taken,” you smirk. “He wasn’t the most gracious host when we first met,” you chuckle at the memory of Dean storming you with a gun as you had lounged in the hot tub. “But we’re getting there.” Rick just shakes his head, looking like he has a comment on the tip of his tongue, but bites it back.   
“Well, I’m glad Dean brought you along today.” Rick taps the hood of the car before stepping around towards the front, and you follow. “Always nice to meet a new face.” 
“Well, I appreciate it.” You smile up toward Rick as you walk in tandem towards the garages Dean had disappeared to before Rick whisked you away in your dream car. 
“I hope you’ll be joining us at the auction tomorrow?” Rick glances down towards you, and you nod.
“I’ll probably be the most useless person there, but I will be there.” You chuckle, and Rick joins in with you.
“Don’t sell yourself short.” Rick steps in front of you as you approach the door. “Besides, I’d love to introduce you to my wife, Addie. She’ll be so happy to have someone else who knows nothing about cars.” He pulls the door open for you. “She says Dean and I are incorrigible at these things.” He shoots you a wink and you smile and give him your thanks as you step inside. 
The garage is set up similar to a classic mechanics’ shop, several work stalls running down the lengthy hall, each with a car quietly parked within them, but everything in the rectangular space screams modernity. Before each stall is a glass garage door, framed in shining black chrome. Lifts glisten in their near-pristine condition, whether because they’re new or because they’re so well kept. The floors are a polished cement, the wall color made to match.  
It was definitely designed by someone with a lot of money.
You glance over your shoulder at Rick.
“You don’t happen to own this racetrack, do you?” You pose the question, the lightbulb having gone off in your head as you take in the gleaming workspace and the proud man smiling behind you. 
“Bought it about a decade ago.” Rick rests his hands on his jean-clad hips. “Was a lifelong dream of mine. I grew up a few towns over and my dad used to take me here all the time growing up. He was a car guy too.” Rick motions to a couch along the side wall and you take a seat. 
“It had shut down back in 2009 when the original owners couldn’t keep up with the payments anymore after the economy crashed.” Rick settles next to you at a comfortable distance. “I was living in the city at the time and had no idea it was on the market. I was in the area for work and decided to take a detour to visit for old time’s sake and was shocked to find it was shut down. I was getting ready to retire, and Addie had been trying to help me find a retirement project so I wouldn’t drive her crazy,” he chuckles. “This wasn’t what she had in mind, but it gets me out of the house, which is what she wanted, so I tell her she can’t complain.” You laugh softly with him, wondering briefly what Addie looked like. Though if she would be at the auction tomorrow, you would get your answer soon enough. 
“Well it seems to be working for you. If you’re this happy coming here everyday, you’ve clearly done something right.” Rick hums and dips his head.
“You’ve got that right. I used to manage wealth portfolios for almost 30 years. I liked it, liked how important and successful it made me, but I wouldn’t say it ever made me happy.” His smile fades off. “Not like this place.” His eyes leave yours and he looks around the space. 
“And the only way I’m ever leaving here is in a body bag.” He turns back to you, a smirk reappearing. “I already told Addie to bury me here when I die.”
The absurdity of his comment catches you off guard, and you burst out with a laugh, but it doesn’t drown out his words, especially when the ring inside you like a damn war bell. 
Even on the best days, you wouldn’t say your job made you happy. Like Rick, your success was what drove you; being promoted and recognized for your work was your greatest focus, and happiness wasn’t something you ever considered. Your work was interesting to you, and a challenge at times, and that had been enough. 
But maybe it was something to consider with your next job: what would you actually be happy doing?
Before you can think on it further, a frosted glass door pushes open from the back wall, and out steps Dean, wiping his hands on a rag before shoving it into his newly adorned, black coveralls with a LRR emblem on his left chest, with his name scripted underneath. 
“Well look who's back,” his smile widens as he catches sight of us on the couch. “Thought he would have had you out there taking a few spins on the track yourself.” Dean points out one of the garage doors towards the track. 
“Turns out Y/N here can’t drive manual.” Rick gives you a few pats on your shoulder, almost like he was comforting you on the fact that you couldn’t drive an outdated system. 
Dean’s lips tick upward.
“Well color me shocked,” he drawls, not a hint of surprise in his words as he smiles down at you, his green eyes glistening. 
Stupid, handsome prick. 
If Rick wasn’t sitting right next to you, you’d probably would have flipped him off.
“Hilarious,” you deadpan instead, opting for the more civil route. 
“How are the cars looking?” Rick stands, moseying over to the car parked in the closest stall, a shimmering moss green classic beauty with a sloping front hood and concave headlights. 
Dean’s eyes linger on you, something stirring within you as he watches, before he turns away, approaching the same car and stepping on the opposite side of where Rick stands, assessing with crossed arms and a leaning posture.
You hadn’t noticed until Dean looked away, but you had stopped breathing. Your heart palpating in your chest desperately reminding you to take a breath.  
You huff heavily, letting the ache in your chest ease. The sound seems to catch Dean’s attention for just a split second before he continues on with his report, and you’re grateful his gaze didn’t hold you again. 
The two men chat for a minute before Rick walks over to Dean and shakes his hand, giving him a firm pat before breaking away. 
You stand as Rick approaches you, his arm outstretched towards you.
“Great meeting you, Y/N. Looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow.” Rick gives you a genuine smile with a firm handshake. 
“You too,” you fully return. “And I’m looking forward to meeting Addie.” Rick’s smile grows wider at her name.
“She’ll be happy to have a friend tomorrow.” 
It only takes another moment for him to disappear out the front door, leaving you and Dean alone in the garage. 
You look over to Dean, who is watching you with a relaxed smile, waiting for you to make the next move. 
You shove your hands into your back pockets and rock on your heels.
“Sooo,” you start, your teeth catching your lip on the last letter as you try to cut through the silence. “Are you done?”
Dean breathes out a laugh and looks down. 
“Not yet,” he looks back at you, holding your attention. “I just need to check out the Pontiac,” he throws a thumb over his shoulder to a sienna machine with a giant eagle emblem spread across the entirety of the hood. “Which shouldn’t take long, and then give his Stingray a tune up. Shouldn’t be more than an hour.”
You step away from the couch, heading towards the Pontiac and grimace at the tawdry design sprawled across the otherwise pristine classic car.
“People actually like this?” You point to the logo that looks very similar to Journey’s crest. Dean laughs and steps up next to you. 
“Believe it or not, a similar one went up to auction two years ago and sold for $220,000.” You whip your head towards him, your mouth hanging wide.
“You’re kidding.” You gape, looking back to the very eighties looking car in front of you. Sure, it was in good shape, and obviously people had an interest in this type of stuff, but to spend that much money on a car, a car that was really only fourty or so years old, hardly seemed worth it to you. 
Dean steps away from you, grabbing a tool box from the last station and setting it up next to this car. 
“This one won’t go for that, it’s not as rare, but if it sells tomorrow, which it should, Rick will probably get around $100,000 for it.”
“Jesus.”
Dean just smiles as he sets up his station, pressing a button by the garage door, sending the car slowly into the air, just a couple of feet, before coming to a stop.  
Dean walks back over to the first station, kicking over a some sort of roller, that you assume he uses to get underneath the cars.
As he walks past you, you can’t help but admire the broad shoulders under the fitted coveralls, the way the fabric stretches rather deliciouslily over arms that you were suddenly very interested in. 
“Any chance you know much about tools?” His deep voice rumbles through you as he turns to look at you with curious eyes.
“I know the basics.” You admit, stepping out of his gaze. You may be a renter, but you had your own mini toolbox for some decoration projects or when you needed something simple done and didn’t want to bother your landlord. You were all for independence when the moment called for it. 
“That’ll work.” Dean grins as he squats down onto the roller, his thighs pressing tight against his work pants. Your heart flutters again. 
He pulls a headlamp from his pocket and positions it on top of his forehead before he lays himself flat, one hand grasping onto the front bumper.
His words finally catch up with you.
“Wait,” he starts to push himself under, but quickly catches himself at your words. “What do you mean?” 
He smirks. The smirk that makes your heart beat in a different way. In a way that makes you want to punch him. 
“You’re going to be my assistant.” You laugh dryly. 
“I’m sorry, have you forgotten that I know nothing about cars?” Your hands flair with your words. “I am not touching any of those.” You point to the car in front of you. “I’ll probably break them.” 
“I’m aware of that.” He annoyingly agrees with you, and you glare down at him. “I just need you to hand me some tools while I’m down here. It will make everything move much faster.” 
“Oh.”
“Yes, ‘oh.’ Like I would ever let you work on one of these.” He mumbles, though still loud enough for you to hear before he disappears under the car, a light suddenly illuminating from the undercarriage. 
You walk towards the toolbox, making sure to accidentally kick his exposed work boot on your way. He grumbles something at the contact, but the words are lost with the rest of his body under the car. 
You open up the toolbox, a multi-level contraption, and see some familiar instruments, and others that were completely new to you. 
“Think you can handle getting me a 9/16 wrench?” He yells out to you. Your eyes scan the box, finding the wrenches and reading each handle until you see the size he asked for. You pick it up, but an idea hits you. 
You walk over to the car and lean down, reaching under to give him the tool. 
You smile as you hear him cuss and then the light goes out before he slides himself out from the car, pushing himself upright. This time sans headlight. 
“Everything okay?” You ask with fake concern. 
“Fine,” he responds politely and makes his way to the toolbox with the wire cutters you had handed him. His hand grazes over the container, landing at the wrenches, his brow furrowing when he notices the empty space where the wrench he requested should be. 
“Looking for this?” You hold up the wrench and give it a little wiggle. He turns towards you, his face falling as he notices the tool.
“And you gave me the wire cutters, why?” He huffs, dropping the wrong tool unceremoniously into the box as he walks over to you.
You hold his gaze, even as it makes your throat dry as he towers over you. 
“You didn’t say please.” You see the light flash in his eyes, his lips twitching up as he leans in, so close you involuntarily stand up straighter, his warm breath fanning over you as he refuses to break his stare. He holds your gaze for a moment. Then two. Before he leans to your right, his lips so close, you can practically feel them against your ear.
“Please,” he whispers, sending goosebumps chasing down your skin as your arm drops heavily to your side. 
He pulls back, still smiling as those damned viridescent eyes seem to own you. 
His hand then brushes against yours, and before you can react, he plucks the wrench from your grasp and leans away, that satisfied, smug smirk brightening his face. 
“Thanks,” he fucking winks at you before finally stepping away and dropping back down onto the roller and disappearing underneath the car. 
It’s only then you can breathe again, and with your first breath you mumble, “bastard.”
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Dean Winchester every day -- 73/326
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James Stewart and Shelley Winters in Anthony Mann’s WINCHESTER ‘73 (1950) #DailyStewart
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Title: Too Frail for Me to Touch
Author: Artemis73
Artist: BasketcaseBetty
Song: Humpty
Posting date: April 26th
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Any archive warnings: None
Top 10 main tags: Dean POV, alternate universe - modern setting, Dean Winchester has self-worth issues, relationship problems, implied/referenced alcohol abuse, John Winchester’s A+ parenting, getting back together, fake/pretend relationship, Castiel and Dean Winchester use their words (eventually), angst with a happy ending
Summary: Dean has a good life: great friends, a perfect partner, and a baby brother who’s getting married, but his happiness is threatened when, just weeks before the wedding, his relationship is torn apart by a job offer on the other side of the country. In the aftermath, Dean and Cas have to keep their breakup under wraps and figure out how (or if) they fit together.
Find the artist here: @basketcasebetty
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Hall of Hammer Wielders
Because Tumblr only lets a post have 100 links, I'm putting characters from the same fandom into groups/legions/pantheons/whatever you want to call them.
(Ignore the numbers, they're just for me, and they aren't going to make sense to anyone but me anyway.)
The Star Trekkers (6 members) 🥈
7. Chell
The Atlanteans (4 members)
The Space Explorers (4 members)
The Transformers (2 members)
17. Frieren
18. Sailor Moon
19. Izuku Midoriya
The Marvelous Marvels (2 members)
The Sonicverse (2 members)
24. Hatsune Miku
The Stargaters (2 members)
27. Marty McFly
28. Niko
The Wilds (2 members)
The Dragons (3 members)
34. Doomguy
35. Sir Daniel Fortesque
36. Gideon Nav
The Cats (3 members)
40. Ortho Shroud
41. Seyka
The Magic Schoolkids (2 members)
44. Newt Scamander
45. Goku
The Buffyverse (2 members)
48. Olimar
49. Zhang Chengling
50. Rare Thwok
51. The Collector
The Digimon (2 members)
54. Heavy
The Rains (3 members) 🥉
58. Ada Paige
59. Banhammer
The Programs (2 members)
62. SpongeBob SquarePants
63. Aeryn Sun
64. Shrek
The Half Lifers (2 members)
67. Arthur Morgan
68. Shoyo Hinata
69. Bau (OC)
70. Peeta
71. Sam Winchester
72. Kirby 🥇Highest percentage of Yes votes
73. Yugi Mutou
74. Luigi
75. Candace Flynn
76. Ash Williams
The Star Warriors (2 members)
79. Macchanu
80. Jonathan Joestar
81. Rodney Copperbottom
82. Coco
83. Gojo Satoru
84. Sam Carpenter
85. Eve Baird
86. Trucy Wright
87. Ali Abdul
88. Emma
89. Laios
90. Lord Yoshii Toranaga
91. Jak
92. Hank Hill
93. Soren
94. Tim Drake
95. Nico di Angelo
96. Thorfinn
97. Ri Jeong-hyeok
98. Judy Nails
99. Lucas Sinclair
100. Naruto Uzumaki
101. Tommy Oliver
102. Tyreese Williams
103. Ninja Brian
104. Thor (God of War)
The RWBY...um...whatever they ares (4 members)
109. Michael Jackson from the movie Moonwalker
110. Mickey Mouse (Kingdom Hearts version)
111. Kali the Red Mist
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monstraduplicia · 11 months
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daddy's little girl he broke in thirty: a dean winchester mix
1. abuse me - silverchair 2. adam raised a cain - bruce springsteen 3. alcohol - sisyphus 4. alibis - marianas trench 5. animals - nickelback 6. anyone who knows what love is (will understand) - irma thomas 7. black-eyed - placebo 8. blown wide open - big wreck 9. blunt force concussion - the dirty nil 10. break me - mcfly 11. burn & shine - the posies 12. call of the playground - shudder to think 13. carry that weight - the beatles 14. christian brothers - heatmiser, elliott smith 15. colossus - idles 16. coward's son - the ballroom thieves 17. daddy - korn 18. daddy's daughter - merricat crellin 19. damage control - the dirty nil 20. degenerate - the jesus and the mary chain 21. the devil you know (god is a man) - face to face 22. discipline - nine inch nails 23. don't let the sun catch you cryin' - jeff buckley 24. the drowners - suede 25. father - the front bottoms 26. father and son - cat stevens 27. father figure - george michael 28. father of mine - everclear 29. feel the pain - dinosaur jr 30. fiddle about - the who 31. forgiven - alanis morissette 32. fortunate son - creedence clearwater revival 33. freak - silverchair 34. friends in the sky - the dirty nil 35. fuckin' up young - the dirty nil 36. ghost - sky ferreira 37. girls - the dare 38. good boy - patriarchy 39. hang yer moon - the dirty nil 40. hard times - ethel cain 41. he needs me - shelley duvall 42. i burn - toadies 43. i know it's over - the smiths 44. i'm with you - avril lavigne 45. i need somebody - the stooges 46. infra-red - placebo 47. i woke up in a strange place - jeff buckley 48. judge yr'self - manic street preachers 49. last night i dreamt that somebody loved me - the smiths 50. life becoming a landslide - manic street preachers 51. lightsabre cocksucking blues - mclusky 52. loverboy - you me at six 53. low self opinion - rollins band 54. monster side - addict 55. moodswing whiskey - jeff buckley 56. mr. self destruct - nine inch nails 57. nancy boy - placebo 58. o death - rhiannon giddens, francesco turris 59. oh comely - neutral milk hotel 60. pain - four star mary 61. papa was a rodeo - the magnetic fields 62. please hurt me - the crystals 63. please please please let me get what i want - the smiths 64. prayer - big wreck 65. pretension//repulsion - manic street preachers 66. renegade - styx 67. runnin' with the devil - van halen 68. samarians - idles 69. send the pain below - chevelle 70. sex and violence - the exploited 71. the shining - badly drawn boy 72. simple man - deftones 73. slab - silverchair 74. song against sex - neutral milk hotel 75. story of isaac - leonard cohen 76. (they long to be) close to you - carpenters 77. thoroughfare - ethel cain 78. a trophy fathers trophy son - sleeping with sirens 79. two-headed boy - neutral milk hotel 80. two-headed boy pt. 2 - neutral milk hotel 81. unloveable - the smiths 82. wanted man - ratt 83. the weight - the band 84. western nights - ethel cain 85. what will you say - jeff buckley 86. whipping post - allman brothers band 87. you are a runner and i am my father's son - wolf parade 88. you can't always get what you want - the rolling stones 89. your flesh is so nice - jeff buckley 90. youth gone wild - skid row
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sammerific · 4 months
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mangacat201 · 8 months
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fic stats meme! 💌
Tagged by @thewolvesof1998 who did probably not realize what they're in for with my most eclectic fandom mix. This is bound to be interesting... (I'm going only with AO3 fic since...stats, ya know?)
rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.
most hits: 13.354
The Truth Lies Beneath (15k M Fandom: Supernatural, Lie To Me): a Supernatural/ Lie to Me crossover with outsider!POV on Dean Winchester as a study in psychological basket-casery. Winchester meets law enforcement, law enforcement bites off more than they can chew.
second most kudos: 453
Surface Tension (3.2k T, Fandom: Hawaii-Five-O): Hawaii-Five-O McDanno fic, Aftermath/Coda fic from season 5, after McGarrett is taken by Wo Fat. Dealing with PTSD manly man style (i.e. not for a long time and then all at once).
third most comments: 33 threads
All-Nighter (11k M, Fandom: Mr. Queen): A 21st ct. South Korean womanizer star chef breaks his head, takes a spirit hike and lands in the body or a 19th ct. Joseon princess about to be queen. Obsessed with the king's concubines, getting back home to working indoor plumbing and trying to navigate literally cut-throat politics, they discover it's not quite as bad being married to a king than it first appears. Last part in a verse of three, soft, romantic, steamy bodyworship wrapped in DYI-therapy. Genderqueer hijinks ensue.
fourth most bookmarks: 73
Object Lessons (7.2k E, Fandom: Mr. Queen): see 'All-Nighter' -> first in a verse of three. Comedy porn, K-Drama style (like, yes it's porn, but it's also hilarious). Genderfuckery and loss of virginity go very well together, garnished with a dash of time travel.
fifth most words:
Wicked Game - Full Edition (28k E, Fandom: Supernatural): Podfic available (and very much recommended). Demon!Dean era Wincest, highly dubious consent, power struggle, Sam Winchester is a wicked witch, moral greyscale of the most delicious order, original lore-centric.
fic with the least words: excluding separate podfic posts, art/vid posts and FILKs
Battle Wounds (421 G, Fandom: Merlin BBC) hurt/comfort bingo square 'fighting' (I wrote this 2011 in Honolulu, waiting for the ball to drop on New Year's Eve, just under the wire for the bingo deadline, while everyone at home was already celebrating) - Merlin takes care of his king in the way only he knows how.
WOW, what an eclectic mix. And kinda surprising too, what came up and what didn't in the selection. Thanks for the tag, wolfie, that was fun!
No pressure tagging: @fourth-quartet, @queenklu, @cal-daisies-and-briars, @ariaste, @caranfindel, @ahhhnorealnamesallowed, @randomingoftherandomness
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