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comradekatara · 1 year

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can you please tell us about dr professor sokka phd x 7

this ask inspired me to make a sokkademia tag. peruse at your leisure

sokka brings a certain philosophy professor energy to the physics department and a certain physics professor energy to the engineering department thats got all the students complaining to the dean bc he refuses to grade on a curve.

his standards are extremely high, but the worst part is he’s convinced his standards are like. the bare minimum and everyone’s just too STUPID to meet them.

he’s so divisive as a professor that students get in physical altercations upon debating his reputation. he has clear favorites and speaks to them specifically. the rest he dismisses as stupid and doesn't even bother trying to remember their names. but he respects the students who actually put in the work and they LOVE him and will go to bat for him like their life depended on it, even when faced with a (not uncommon) student who’s like “he told me to drop out,” they’re just like “and? sounds like you should’ve taken his advice.”

when katara learns how sokka treats his students she yells at him for hours. sokka’s just like “sorry but I can’t coddle and befriend my students like you do katara. we’re doing actual work instead of just playing with water” and she nearly kills him.

the university really wants sokka to give huge, accessible lectures that are open to anyone, since it’s great for business for obvious reasons. at first, sokka is just happy that he’s considered worthy of such a position, but he quickly realizes that he hates this setup. and since he basically has unlimited freedom since he’s in no danger of being fired, he’s instead allowed to construct very exclusive seminars in which he personally vets everyone who applies based on vibes.

after sokka starts playing favorites even more explicitly than he already had been, some students protest that sokka is “gatekeeping academia” and “being an intellectual elitist.” sokka’s just like “well that’s rich coming from people born in the upper ring of ba sing se. I invite students from all over the world to my seminars, including women btw.” that shuts them up real quick. (they also start admitting women.)

since sokka’s position as BSSU is basically kuei’s bribe to keep sokka as his advisor despite the fact that sokka cannot stand him, the university has no choice but to let him teach whatever he wants however he wants, since firing him would basically be treason against the earth king. sokka takes advantage of this privilege to the fullest. (and let’s be real. he’s earned it.)

he mainly teaches courses in the physics and engineering departments, but in his classes he discusses everything from art history to epic poetry to ontology. he barely even has a curriculum planned, he basically just talks about whatever he and his students feel like discussing. it’s nice to have a part of his life where he doesn’t need to adhere to a strict schedule. he knows it’s a privilege to not have a syllabus or a defined curriculum in academia, and he makes the most of it. his students know how lucky they are to work with him.

when he admits students into his class, he doesn’t actually care about prerequisites or what field they’re studying. in fact, despite officially teaching physics and engineering, he doesn’t like that most of them walk around with unearned superiority complexes, and is more likely to admit students who actually read and engage with art for pleasure. being "bad at math" is a way less egregious crime than not being curious and open-minded, in his opinion.

sokka doesn’t like giving tests, essays, or psets, since he thinks busywork is a waste of time, and he doesn’t wanna have to grade all that (for the first year, when he was giving lectures, it wasn’t an issue, since he had ta’s, but now that he exclusively does seminars, he has to grade everything himself, which is a fucking pain. he doesn’t have time for that!) so instead he just gives them one big research project with the open-ended prompt of “teach me something new.” nothing is off-limits. the weirder the better.

his students know that he is prone to go on tangents that can take up the entire class time, and it’s really easy to get him going. they’ll spend whole periods listening to him tell them about that time he got stuck in a hole while hunting and thought he was going to die, or debating the merits of airships vs sky bison as transportation.

ba sing se is a very insular city, and in it sokka has a reputation as an elitist, angry curmudgeon who keeps to himself aside from his inexplicable friendships with an elderly tea shop owner and that gloomy girl who sighs a lot. in the southern water tribe, on the other hand, sokka is seen as a goofy extrovert who knows everyone by name and is always looking to help out in any way he can (to the point where his compulsive need to help people is actually a little concerning). everywhere else, sokka’s reputation is generally somewhere in the middle, but these are the two poles. which means that whenever someone from his tribe meets one of his students, they experience this disconnect where they’re both just like “are you sure we both know sokka?? the sokka you’re describing is the same sokka as the one i know??? for real???”

sokka eventually gets sick of spending so much time in ba sing se. he suggests to katara that they should build a university in the south pole so that he can work there. katara’s like “guess what we actually do have a school in the south pole and i happen to teach there, only we don’t study book-learning for eggheads.” sokka reminds katara that the only academic universities in the water tribe are in the north (where they don’t admit women) and immediately katara decides to build a university in the south, and also it was her idea btw.

sokka does a lot of research in bending theory, and he occasionally uses katara’s students to help him with his experiments in hydrodynamics. katara doesn’t like that sokka thinks he can just steal her students like that, so she decides to turn the tables on him, see how he likes it. she finds his least boring looking student to ask out, and they get through a couple dates until katara finds his condescension too unbearable to continue. by the third time he’s told her that the only reason she doesn’t like math is because she doesn’t understand it, katara blurts out “my cat is sick i should go home and check on her bye” and leaves to punch the snow until she feels better. and they didn’t even hook up. what a waste.

toph, on the other hand, hooks up with many of sokka’s students. this is because toph likes women, which comprise a far less insufferable demographic.

no one in the gaang has read sokka’s books. zuko tried, he really did, but it gave him a really bad migraine. no one else even bothered the attempt. azula, mai, and ty lee on the other hand are all like, “you haven’t read it? sokka merely presents a theory of the particle composition of the spirit world via the notion of it as a fifth dimension interposed over space and time. it’s actually quite elementary stuff… that is, if you comprehend the foundations…”

wan shi tong has a few of sokka’s books in his library. the kitsune snuck them in there without his knowledge.

sokka coauthors a lot of his papers with yue, but since they’ve long since agreed that anyone but a select few being aware of their rendezvous in the spirit world is probably not a good idea, yue is happy with being anonymized. after all, the other spirits knowing that she divulged the secrets of their plane to such an insolent mortal would probably ruin her street cred.

sokka doesn’t really get along with the other professors. sure, they’re nice enough for the most part, and he admires their dedication to their fields, but the problem is that for all their knowledge in one extremely specific area of study, they have no actual practical knowledge or any understanding of the real world whatsoever. sometimes sokka will agree to go out with them for drinks, and even though they’re all older than him, he feels like he’s babysitting.

suki doesn’t spend much time in ba sing se, since they both agree that it’s preferable to hang out on kyoshi island or in the southern water tribe, or even the fire nation. but sometimes she’ll come if the earth king is throwing a party or if iroh has invited them for tea (at which point their reunion is extremely dramatic, as always, even if they saw each other just last week). one day the dean pulls sokka aside and is like “just because you’re a special case doesn’t mean you can date students” and sokka’s like “what??? why would i date a student???” and the dean says “well someone informed me that you were kissing a young woman on campus yesterday” and sokka’s like “suki??? you mean my girlfriend suki??? she doesn’t even live in ba sing se.” and the dean is like “nevertheless. you shouldn’t do that. i hear it’s making people jealous.”

#beangods #asks #postwargaang #sokkademia #sokka #katara #katara&sokka #kuei&sokka #sokkaxsuki #sokkaxyue #ugh now i wanna make a similar post but for katara as a teacher #and toph #i guess we already know what suki is like as a teacher lol #i love professors who alienate most of their class the entire semester and make u feel stupid and then u check ur transcript and u got an A #best kind of class. thats sokka

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regardingjenmish · 1 year

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Also one more thing before I go to sleep. That man has been telling us since 2021 (nope actually 2020 on an ig post where he’s putting his boots on, remember the ‘at least for now’) that Dean’s story isn’t over. Every chance he gets he mentions the reboot. And he used this prequel to bring Dean back in some way after the finale because obviously he can’t do midway through spn. And if they get more seasons, there will for sure be more Dean. They have multiple seasons story planned and to think it doesn’t involve Dean/Cas/Sam/Jack, would be stupid (sorry but it would). And also i know for a fact that man is going to be the reason why we get a reboot. Which will happen. Obviously not right now bc this takes time but you can tell that he thinks about it a lot. So no, Dean’s story isn’t over. This was a good a good show followed by a good finale. And maybe just maybe, for once yall can chill with some negativity.

#spnwin spoilers #this is said with love btw #except for some people that took the negativity to a new level bc i swear some of yall have to be the anti copy pasta anons

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r-is-typing · 2 years

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professor reid | s.r

summary: in which attending psychology became the best decision she ever made.

requested?: yes! By anon!

request: “Hey, could I maybe request a spencer reid x reader with a reader who is going into physics but is forced to take a psychology class bc of some stupid college requirement. The reader hates social sciences so by default doesn’t like the professor (spencer ofc) until she starts to get to know him through his lectures. Maybe she slowly starts to fall for him, and after she finishes the class at the end of the year she asks him on a date to a museum or smth science related. If you aren’t comfy with this request or aren’t inspired please feel free to trash it. By loves, have a nice day/night!”

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: age gap (reader is 22, spencer is 34)

word count: 1.5k

When the dean of Marbury University told Y/N that she had to take a mandatory psychology class if she had wanted to graduate, she just nodded. If the dean knew her like her friends did, you’d know she despised psychology with everything she had. Well, in reality, every social science, really. Philosophy, Economics, Business, you name it, she hated it.

That was until him.

She remembers the day she met him and so did he, thanks to that eidetic memory of his. Y/N had been told by the dean in the early fall morning that she had read her transcript, noticing the missing credit, saying that she had needed to complete the class, or else she was in danger of not graduating in the spring.

Y/N couldn’t let one silly little class deter her from all the hard work she had accomplished over the 4 years in university. So, later that day, she had walked into her Psychology lecture, head held high, until she saw him. Then, her head ducked down, eyes wandering between the floor and the view she had discovered prior to staring at the carpeted floor.

There he was, in all of his glory.

He had worn a white button up shirt, a navy blue satin looking vest over that, and over the vest, a black blazer. His sandy hair curled naturally just as beautiful as he was. Y/N had found her seat in the front of the class, eyes locked on him the entire time.

“Hello, I’ll be your professor, Dr. Reid. Before we begin, I’d like to learn your names, as well as tell you a bit about myself.” The class one by one began to say their names, and Y/N took a deep breath. Thinking back, there was nothing to be nervous about. Why should saying her own name be this terrifying.

“Miss?”

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts, meeting his light hazel eyes. “Y/N. Y/N L/N.” Since that day, she had found out many things about her professor. She studied him as well. His mannerisms, the way he’d talk with his hands, then awkwardly shove them into his pockets when a joke he thought was funny didn’t land with the class. But, they did with her. Sure, she didn’t know what most of it meant, but just seeing the smile appear on his face, the twinkle in his eyes when she let out a small giggle, that’s what did it for her.

Y/N learned that he was a profiler at the FBI’s most talented division, the BAU. She learned that he had an IQ of 187, he could read 20,000 words per minute, and that he had an eidetic memory, meaning he couldn’t forget anything he saw or heard, even if he wanted to.

In that moment, she wished she had an eidetic memory. Just to remember every smile she got from him throughout each lesson. She’d have it sewn, or even tattooed on the back of her eyelids if it means she could experience Spencer Reid in all his glory, looking at her, smiling at her.

Months went by, and Y/N could help but fall for her professor more and more as she experienced him, saw him, got to know him. She was royally screwed, she had thought, at least until graduation.

Thirty days.

Thirty days until graduation, and she couldn’t have been more excited. Thirty days and she wouldn’t feel any more guilty than she already did about her feelings towards her professor. Just thirty days and she didn’t have to say, “Good morning, Dr. Reid.” or “Bye, Dr. Reid, have a good day” as she came and went from his lectures.

The last week of school had rolled around, no one more excited than her for graduation. Y/N walked into the lecture five minutes early today. “Good morning, Dr. Reid.” Her lips spoke naturally, not thinking about the words that fell from her lips. Her eyes caught on to a group of people behind his desk, who she recognized from his stories as his team from the BAU.

Spencer looked up from the conversation he was having with a light-skinned man. “Good morning, Miss. L/N. Could I see you in my office after class?” This sparked a fire in her heart. What could he possibly want? “Of course, professor.” She gave him a genuine, tight-lipped smile, noting in her head the glances his coworkers were giving her.

Spencer’s lecture had usually went on for an hour and fifteen minutes, not that Y/N was counting. So, at 11:15, when lecture ended, her legs carried her towards his office. Her knuckles knocking softly against the light wooden door. “Come in.” The voice she dreamed of often called out to her.

“You wanted to see me, professor?”

She looked to him and then down on his desk. Her final report lay on the desk. “Yes, I did. I was just grading the final term papers. I wanted to speak with you about yours. Have a seat, please.” Y/N sat across from him, looking up at him. “I just want to start off by saying your paper was brilliant. I mean, you nailed the topic effortlessly. I’m technically not supposed to speak with other students, but you’re the only one that got a score as high as you did.”

This made her smile, knowing he could see her intelligence and full potential.

“That means a lot, professor. Truly. I slaved away at that paper, wanting it to be perfect.” She let out a small laugh, making him smile. Spencer continued to talk about her paper with her for another ten minutes before dismissing her. Y/N stood to her feet and turned to him as she went to exit. “Goodbye, Dr. Reid. Have a good day.”

Just like clockwork.

Graduation day had finally came. She had done it. Y/N stood with her class, and when the dean announced it was time, she threw her cap up in the air with the rest of her class. I did it. She thought about this day coming for 4 years, and it was finally here.

Her parents had decided to wait for her in the car as she said there was one final thing she had to do. Y/N searched and searched and she found what she was looking for. “Dr. Reid.” She called out to him. Spencer looked up, taking notice of the girl. There he stood, once again with his coworkers.

“Miss L/N, hello. Congratulations.”

Y/N couldn’t help but break into a wide smile. “Oh! Thank you. That’s why I wanted to speak with you, actually. I just wanted to say thank you. If I’m honest, I’m not the biggest fan of social sciences, but you truly made the topic interesting. I’ve learned a lot from you this year.” Spencer smiled right back at her, making her smile even wider.

“Well, thank you, Miss L/N, that means a lot to me. I love teaching, so knowing someone actually took in what I taught them is really inspiring to me.”

Y/N took a deep breath before speaking again. “Thank you again, Dr. Reid, really.” Spencer looked to her. “Spencer.” She gave him a puzzled look. “You’re no longer my student, so please just call me Spencer.”

“Oh! Well, okay, Spencer.”

His name on her lips never sounded so pleasant. The way she said it just rolling off of her tongue effortlessly. “Um, actually, I wanted to talk to you about something. This Saturday, at the planetarium, there’s going to be a space and light show, along with a few presentations. I, um..” She looked down at her feet, remembering his coworkers were also there. “I was wondering if you, maybe, wanted to come with me?” If only she was looking up. She could see the shocked expression on Spencer’s face, and the smirks his FBI coworkers were giving him.

She could’ve seen the nudge one of them was giving him.

“That sounds very interesting. I’ll pick you up Saturday?” Y/N’s eyes snapped back up to him, not expecting the words that just left his perfect lips. She nods, smiling wide. “Sure, I’ll email you my address?” One of his coworkers, a woman with blonde hair laughs. “Oh, honey, he’s got a phone. You can give him your number.”

Y/N was handed a pen by one of his coworkers and she smiled. Spencer extended his arm out to her. She was gentle with him, rolling up the sleeve of his button-up. His skin felt soft under her touch and she bit her lip to hide her smile. Y/N took her time, gently writing her phone number onto his skin.

“See you this Saturday, Spencer. I’ve got to go meet my parents. They’re taking me to dinner.”

She waved to the group before breaking in a small jog towards where she remembered her parents were parked. Rossi looked towards Spencer. “So, that’s the girl you’ve been telling us about? Who would’ve known..”

Derek nudged Spencer now that Y/N was out of their line of view. “I can see why you like her. She was pretty.” Derek didn’t have to tell him that. Spencer had known the girl was pretty since the day she walked into his lecture. His thoughts never derailed from how pretty she was.

“She is. She really is.”

#spencer reid one shot #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #requests open #request #criminal minds #rhyanwritesstuff

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noforkingclue · 2 years

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Omg I've been rewatching supernatural too (I'm like halfway through season 5) and tbh Gabriel has always been one of my favs!

Fic idea: Gabriel x Winchester!Reader where she gets injured on a hunt. He comes and saves her on the brink of death and watches over her as she recovers, much to the confusion of Sam and Dean. Maybe Gabriel and reader have feelings for each other but never admitted (until after she recovers ofc)?

This might have been done before but I'd like to see your take on it! If you don't want to that's totally cool too. Lmk if you want anymore Gabriel ideas bc I def have more! Hope you have a great day :)

Ooh yes, please do send them in! Gabriel is my favourite character. I just wish he had been in the series for longer.

Title: Revealed Secrets

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“Is it me or are those two acting weird?”

Sam looked up from his book as Dean put down a beer bottle in front of him. Dean sat down opposite him and took a swig from his own bottle and said,

“Weirder than usual that is.”

“What do you mean?” asked Sam

“I dunno,” Dean took another sip, “Just a feeling around them. Like, whenever I go into a room and they’re in there already I feel like I’m interrupting something. Just the looks they give me, especially Gabriel.”

“He did save her life.”

“And how many times have we done that?” said Dean angrily, “We’ve know her, her whole life. He swoops in a saves her one time-“

“More than once.” Interrupted Sam, giving Dean a pointed look

“Whatever. You noticed how he didn’t leave her side? Hardly let us spend any time with her.”

Sam shook his head, a small smile on his face, much to the annoyance of Dean.

“What?” Dean asked

“It’s obvious.” Sam said

“What is?”

“Seriously,” Sam gave him a disbelieving look, “You really don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Gabriel is in love with y/n.”

Sam had to force himself to keep a straight face as Dean choked on his beer and almost fell out of his chair. Laughing at his brother wouldn’t do anything to improve the sudden tension in the room. Dean glared at Sam and shook his head.

“No,” he said firmly, “No. He can’t be. She can’t be. Y/n has more sense than that to go falling in love with Gabriel of all people.”

“Struck me a bit strange at first,” said Sam, “But it’s obvious when you think about it.”

“No it isn’t.”

Dean’s reply came out too quickly and Dean looked away at Sam’s pointed stare.

“You saw the way he looked at her,” Sam said quietly, “He hardly left her side.”

“No, that’s just creepy. Doesn’t mean he’s in love with her.”

Dean looked away as he took a deep drag from his beer. He put his bottle down, a little harder than he intended, and said,

“You think she knows?”

Sam opened his mouth but closed it with a snap as you and Gabriel walked passed. The archangel had his arm slung over your shoulder. The look you were giving him was half way between amused and annoyed. Gabriel must’ve told you once of his stupid jokes. You were probably the only person who actually found them even faintly funny. He really should’ve seen it earlier.

Dean’s jaw clenched when he saw the two of you together. He gripped the bottle tightly, violence at the forefront of his mind. Sam doubted that glassing Gabriel wouldn’t do much good and would only piss you off.

“Yeah,” said Sam, “Yeah I think she knows.”

Dean turned his attention back to Sam but before he could say anything the familiar sound of fluttering wings filled the room. The two brother looked over (well, in Dean’s case glared) as Gabriel appeared at the end of the table. A smirk spread across his face as Dean stood up.

“Oi, Gabe, where the fuck have you gone?” you called

“Be there is a second, sugar.” Gabriel called back, looking between Dean and Sam

He winked at the two brothers before once again disappearing. Dean slammed his fist down on the table and marched out of the room followed very closely by Sam. Someone needed to try and be damage control.

“Y/n,” he shouted, “We need to talk.”

“Ahh, fuck,” you said, “Gabe, what have you done now?”

“Why is it always my fault?”

#fanfiction #supernatural #reader insert #request #gabriel #gabriel x reader

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zmediaoutlet · 2 years

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for the Bro Bone Bang, bc I had an afternoon free and why not, and isn't that in the spirit of bro boning, really?

rating: E length: 3100 tags: Established Relationship, Post-Episode: s10e06 Ask Jeeves, Face-Fucking

summary: Sam's looking for an old book; Dean's looking for a distraction.

for the @brobonebang prompt: in a dusty occult bookshop

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“Dude, what is taking so long? I think I’m spontaneously developing asthma down here.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Sam says, but absently, because he’s paging through this book and—this might actually be the real thing, he’s thinking. A lot of it’s gibberish and there’s a lot of really fanciful business about dancing under the moonlight in the altogether (along with illustrations, which he really can’t show Dean or he’ll never get the book back), but some of these demon-summoning sigils look legit, and if those are legit then maybe this part, this part toward the back where the writing gets more serious—

“I’ve got the black lung,” comes Dean’s voice, a whole lot closer, and a hand settles on Sam’s lower back at the same time that he jerks, feeling caught somehow. Dean coughs, high and fake and pathetic, his flashlight pointed up toward his chin like a horror story. He mimes big sad eyes for a half-second and then smiles at Sam, perfectly irritating. “You know, that movie wasn’t half-bad.”

“If you ever say blue steel again it’ll be too soon,” Sam says, half-hiding the book. He doesn’t know why—Dean’s not interested.

Dean narrows his eyes at him, makes a half-hearted version of that stupid face, and then swings his flashlight up through the hanging crystals and the overly-gilt mirrors and the dusty bookshelf Sam’s been raiding, because on their way back from Connecticut he remembered a note in the Letters’ archive about an occult shop outside Trenton that had been a real marketplace, at least back in the ‘40s, and at this point Sam’s in the market for absolutely anything that will get that foul sore thing off of Dean’s arm.

Not, again, that Dean’s interested: “Can we go? I don’t know why you need more of this crap, not like we don’t have enough back home.”

“Why are you so antsy?” Sam says. He shoves the book into his bag, along with a few other odds and ends he’s picked up. Dean was playing with a huge brass-engraved magnifying glass downstairs—it’d be a good surprise, for when they get home, if he can pick it up without Dean noticing. Dean’s slow to answer and Sam zips up his backpack, turns around, finds Dean twirling the flashlight back and forth in his hands, making a weird zigzag pattern on the dusty carpet. “Dude, seriously. You’re like a little kid with a sugar rush.”

Or a murder-addict who’s just done a murder, his brain supplies.

Dean lifts a shoulder, sets the flashlight down on a table filled with faux-magical dreck—pointed up, like Sam’s, so that their little nook up here is filled with a thin barely-there light. “Want to get home,” he says. Surprisingly sincere. “I don’t know. Been a while. And—” He bites his lip, flash of white teeth in the dark. Sam raises his eyebrows, and Dean lifts a shoulder again. “Well, it was—kinda weird. Everybody knew we were brothers. Felt like—best behavior required, you know, when I just wanted to tell those cougar broads how big your dick really is.”

Sam blinks. Dean smiles at him, wide as a shark. “Wow,” he says, flat, “so—not a sugar rush but more of a—”

“A dick rush is totally a thing,” Dean says, crowding in, and Sam holds up his hands but just in surprise, really. He’s caught between the bookshelf and a curio cabinet with all manner of weird taxidermied birds and ugly cameos of people long-dead and Dean’s thigh sliding warm and easy along his, his hands on Dean’s chest and then on Dean’s waist, Dean immediately and thoroughly here, the smell of him, his heat. Feels like he burns hotter, since getting the mark.

Sam isn’t actually turned on by books in dead languages, no matter what Dean says, but with all this in his arms he’s getting there. Dean murmurs, “Maybe it’s a ball rush,” and he snorts, and Dean pushes his nose up against the bolt of Sam’s jaw and breathes out hot along his neck and whispers, “or a jizz rush, you think? All hopped up on your spooj?” and Sam groans, pinches Dean’s side, feels Dean’s mouth stretch into a grin against the hollow of his throat, and then he kisses there, and Sam gets a hand in his hair, feels it. Nice. Sweet, but then there’s teeth against his collarbone and it’s less sweet, and his dick really does start to wake up, then, a warm surge from his balls to his guts, Dean’s hair soft against the underside of his chin, Dean’s hands creeping up under his flannel, scratching through his undershirt.

“Thought the whole point was you didn’t get any,” Sam manages, and Dean hums against his throat, where he’s reapplied his mouth, with a hint of teeth. “Can’t be a jizz rush if you haven’t gotten some, right? Don’t you dare give me a hickey.”

“Like you wouldn’t love it,” Dean says, with enough of an edge that Sam’s eyes open again onto the half-dark, surprised—turned on—hard to tell, at this point. He does bite, but only a quick sharp nip, and Sam grips him by the freshly-cut hair, pulls him back, looks down, and Dean’s smiling, lazy, wide. His eyes are so dark they almost, almost look—but then Dean turns his head and Sam catches the white edge and his heart restarts, and thumps heavier in his throat, his fingertips cold, his dick—yeah, he’s interested.

“What are you thinking?” Sam says. He drags a hand down Dean’s chest, feels the soft of it, his giving skin. Only been a week or so, since they finished up that job with Kate and did quite a bit of celebrating—it should be easy to wait, but. Dean comes in against his throat again, pressing against him full-body, and Sam maybe sees what Dean means, about the rush. There’s a motel that they were vaguely heading toward before they broke in here, but maybe they could get one a little closer.

“I’m thinking,” Dean says, soft, “how that table could probably hold our weight,” and Sam gets a chance to say, what, before Dean drags him bodily backwards, and they stagger two steps with Sam matching Dean’s strides before Dean’s ass hitches up against the table and—it shifts a good four inches but holds, against the carpet, and some overpriced glass thing goes crashing over the edge, but who cares because Dean’s getting his legs around Sam’s hips and dragging Sam down over the top of him by his hair and Sam barely catches his weight on the table but then he’s kissing Dean, so everything else seems kind of secondary, at that point.

Dean kisses—fiercer, now. Wanting more, now. Sam thinks he knows why and it should worry him but it’s frankly hot as fuck, and he gets a grip on Dean’s hip and gives as good as he gets, biting Dean’s bottom lip and making him groan, smearing his mouth along Dean’s jaw, biting there—hard pressure between them, Dean’s nails dragging against his neck, heat rising. Fuck—yeah, it’s good, Dean wanting him this badly. Like those first heady days, a decade ago, when they were scared and young and hurting and only this made it better, except now—

“I will pay you ten dollars if you suck my dick,” Dean says, and Sam laughs, goes for his belt right away, says, “Little low, don’t you think?” while he crushes his crotch right up against Dean’s, grinding through the double-layer of denim, and Dean blinks at him all stupid and doesn’t seem to know how to let Sam’s hair go, his thighs clenching around Sam’s hips. Sam grins at him, takes another taste of his mouth—hot, absurdly plush—whispers against his lips, “Buy me dinner, at least,” and breaks Dean’s hold to slide down his body and haul his jeans and boxers down the requisite distance and Dean’s dick slaps up against his stomach—christ, he really is hard, has been—maybe was getting hot for it downstairs, dicking around while Sam was trying to work, and Sam goes down on his knees while Dean pushes up on the table—some heavy curio sliding off and slamming into the carpet—and Sam doesn’t waste time, knows Dean’s dick and knows what he likes and spits on him, slicks it down with a fist, following right away with an open, soft mouth, gets Dean to groan like he’s been shot, gets him to give it up.

Yeah—better now, so much better than when they were younger. Sam’s only ever blown this dick and at this point he’s familiar with its behavior. Just the taste is good: bitter, always, because Dean’s diet is appalling, but the salt, the slight sweat—yeah, it’s good. Sam screws down to the base, knowing how to open right up, and Dean yelps, his hips arching, his thigh jerking against Sam’s shoulder. Sam lets him. He can hold Dean down but it’s more fun to have him all body-shock, sweating and staggered, helpless to whatever Sam wants to do to him. He releases the head from his throat with a gasp, lets the gooey spit track down as he slides his lips along the shaft, holding it in a loose grip while he licks firmly at Dean’s balls, dragging his tongue between them, almost-harsh in a way that Dean pretends he doesn’t like but always makes his dick spit wet.

“Christ alive,” Dean says, faint up above, and Sam smiles. He sucks in one nut, careful but not too careful, and Dean curls forward over him, groaning, gripping Sam’s hair hard enough that it really pulls. Another little pulse in Sam’s gut. He breathes through the noise he can’t help, drags soft teeth up the side of Dean’s shaft, goes back to work more seriously, shutting out the dust-smell and the worry that’s with him all the time these days and focusing on the fat soft sweetness of Dean’s cockhead under his tongue, the easy give of the slit when he drags his tongue through it, the way the ridge pops through his lips when he pulls all the way off, breathes hot over it, goes right back down. Dean came back from being a demon all clean-shaven, a bizarre surprise, but Sam likes it now, likes tracing over Dean’s soft skin and dragging his fingers down between Dean’s legs and finding him sweaty, bare, nothing between Sam and his goal.

Dean spreads his legs as wide as he can in his jeans, lets Sam play around. Sam nurses at the head of his dick, digs two knuckles hard into Dean’s taint and takes the drip of precome like a reward. Hard, low groan, and Dean cups the side of his head, fingers tangling in Sam’s hair, says, “Fuck, Sammy,” all thick and satisfied and admiring, too, like he forgot somehow that Sam would do this once a day if he could, like he doesn’t love every minute of getting Dean flat on his back and making him come so hard he forgets everything in the world that’s not this.

A shift, though—Dean’s thigh drags down Sam’s shoulder and he gets his boots back on the ground. His jeans slide down to his knees and Sam helps them along, enjoying the flex of Dean’s hamstrings, the pop of muscle in one quad when he shifts his weight. A hand on the back of his head, then—and one on his shoulder, keeping him close—and Dean feeds his dick all the way in, to the back of Sam’s throat, makes him cough—and he pulls back, lets Sam adjust, but he doesn’t let go. Sam blinks the tears away, looking up, and Dean’s looking right back at him, steady, mouth open and gleaming wet in the dim. Sam kneels up higher, palms Dean’s ass, takes a deep breath, and when Dean feeds in that time Sam takes him all the way to the base, nose ground against the shaved skin so tight he can feel the prickle of new growth, Dean’s ass flexing hard against his palms. Trying to get deeper. When Dean pulls out Sam gasps for air and says, raw, “Do it, come on—do it, if you’re going to—” and Dean shoves right back in, hard enough that Sam almost chokes, and he swallows and opens wide and pulls Dean in tighter, nails in his ass, and Dean laughs soft and high-wild up above him and says somewhere deep past the ringing in Sam’s ears you’re the best brother in the goddamn world, you know that? and then he fucks in, and Sam gives himself over to it, mindblanked, free.

Dean comes in his throat. He coughs and Dean ignores his coughing, crushes in deeper, groaning loud and keeping Sam ground down right against his crotch. Sam swallows, lightheaded, gripping Dean’s hips, and it’s not until Dean says fuck! and releases his hold on Sam’s hair that Sam can even taste him, thick and bitter and bleachy-familiar, this instant flush of absolute want thrumming through him the moment it registers. That flavor that’s meant Dean for a third of his life.

After coming Dean’s hands and thighs and knees are weak. Sam gets a hand on his wrist, knocks his legs out from under him, and he drops hard enough that it sounds like it hurts, but at this moment Sam doesn’t care, with his lips sore and his throat bruised—and Dean doesn’t care either, swaying against Sam as he gets to his feet, helping while Sam shoves his jeans out of the way, sliding boneless warmth over his hips, his waist, opening up easy for Sam’s dick, letting Sam slot it in past his throat in one quick slide. Fuck, the heat of him—the slick soft of him—his body so easy, opening up all around Sam, like it’s the only thing he’s wanted all day. The unaccustomed sharpness before is all gone and he takes Sam fucking into his throat like a doll, closing his lips and breathing heavy through his nose and looking up with this heavy-lidded addict’s gaze while Sam rides his face, his body loose, his skull heavy in Sam’s hands, his tongue fat and slick and everything about him the only thing, the only thing that makes it worth—the reason Sam—

Sam pulses, shuddering. He pulls out after the first furious flexing pump, creaming Dean’s throat and then jerking himself through the rest. Before he can pull away Dean kisses the head, takes a pump against his lips, and then his cheek when Sam slides his dick hot-eyed against his stubble, the prickle of it a spine-tingling jolt, Sam’s balls spasming and giving up another helpless spurt that jets across Dean’s cheekbone, gleaming in the dim.

“Lunatic,” Sam breathes, brain circling the drain, and Dean licks his fat lips and looks straight up at him and the jizz starts to drip, sliding into the hollow of his cheek, and Sam reaches down and hauls him up his jacket in one furious pull, drags him in against Sam’s body—they crash back against the curio cabinet and something smashes—and he licks in one broad swipe from the corner of Dean’s mouth to the corner of his eye, his own come saltier, strange—and Dean opens up easy when Sam feeds it right back into his mouth, kissing him deep, shoving in where Dean’ll have to swallow it.

Dean swallows. Sam presses their foreheads together, catching his breath, and Dean holds a flat hand against Sam’s chest, where his heart feels like he’s just coming down from a marathon. Their noses brush and Sam covers Dean’s hand. His breath slows, and the world comes back in like a lazy tide: the nine pm emptiness of the store; the smell of dust and cheap incense underlying the smell of sweat and come and warm end-of-day bodies; the way the carved edge of the cabinet might actually be doing something permanent to his kidney. He doesn’t want to move. Screw his kidney.

“How much magickal crap did we just break?” Dean says, soft against the edge of Sam’s jaw.

He doesn’t sound like he cares, much. Sam sighs. “We’ll leave Eleanora some cash.”

Dean huffs, and gets his other hand up against Sam’s chest, and pushes off with a groan. Sam’s eyes are well-adjusted enough that he can see every detail of Dean’s face. The crow’s feet, the easy relaxed curve of his mouth. Freckles, even, when they’re this close, and he lifts a hand and drags his thumb over Dean’s wet cheek, the skin tacky before it’s rough with growing beard. Dean looks back at him, steady. All his sharpness and frantic edge just… smoothed away, until he’s only Sam’s brother. The truest part.

Dean’s hand slides up to the side of his neck, squeezes softly. Heat at the back of Sam’s eyes, from nowhere, just from—how many times has Dean held him, just that way—and then Dean says, gentle, “My ass is getting cold here, man.”

Sam snorts. “Yeah,” he says, and the corner of Dean’s mouth lifts, and he ducks in and kisses Sam quick and close-lipped and then pushes entirely away to drag up his jeans. Sam zips up, redoes his belt, sitting still in the pool of warmth that feels like it’s issuing from somewhere around his breastbone. His head full, again, but only of—that last, best part. What counts, in the end, for everything.

“Damn,” Dean says, and Sam looks up to find him holding what looks like a pair of glass scales, cracked and refracting the light a hundred different ways. “I’m blaming you for that one.”

“Don’t even,” Sam says, and Dean smirks, but when they leave they pile the broken crap on the big old-fashioned cashier counter along with the four hundred bucks in cash they have between them. When Dean’s back is turned Sam slips the magnifying glass into his bag, too, and adds an extra twenty to the pile.

They re-lock the back door, re-arm the sad excuse for a security system. “Guess it was worth the pitstop after all,” Dean says, rocking on his heels in the damp alley.

“Guess so,” Sam says, thinking of the book in his bag. Cursed marks, damned souls.

Dean grins at him and it sparkles and that just hits Sam in the gut, like it always does, every time. “I’m thinking—a beer, and then we hit the motel in Wilmington, and in the morning we get those cinnamon rolls, you remember, at Sue-Ann’s? Big as your head, and that really is saying something?”

Sam sighs. “Sounds like a plan,” he says, and Dean says, “Awesome,” and Sam follows his brother to the car, loving him despite everything.

#wincest #bro bone bang #my writing #idk if it's kosher to do a link post and a full text at once but #whatever #it feels like so long that i've written a fic #i'm a rusty bitch!#anyway yes bros bone here bc they bone everywhere <3

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tiktaalic · 1 year

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Please talk more about Dean and Alicent.

Dean and alicent are like doing mathematical proofs to me it’s like. I know intuitively that they’re triangles with my eyes what do you mean I have to explain it. Not to say I don’t want to talk about it bc I do just that verbalizing is difficult bc of how smooth the overlap is. Ummmmm. They both get boiled pretty spectacularly. Otto showing up with the book page is the same as cas dropping the blade at I need you. Things I could say.

Really weird about their siblingkids due to being a child themselves when the siblingkids were born. A lot of their conflicts arise out of (well founded) jealousy because they see people around them who ostensibly aren’t that different living lives completely out of reach to them due to their complexes. Keep thinking about “he took you to a friggin baseball game?” In context of alicent seeing Viserys do literally anything with rhaenyra.

I think. Dean and John not a direct 1:1 with alicent and Otto. Because alicent Otto is about manipulating your tool (daughter) by dangling love and shame at her. Which is a part of dean and John but there’s another large aspect to Dean and John which is. The abject neglect. And neglect plays a much bigger part in alicent’s marriage than it does with alicent’s dad.

One of the divergences is in how The Love Thing manifests for them. Dean is stupid scared of abandonment because he has a list in his head of people he loved who then left him. Alicent wants to be loved very badly but there’s not an abandonment component to it just a no one in her entire life loves her. Component. The other divergence I can think of is that you can see alicent start to grow to hold contempt for her father and her husband and expressing that. While dean doesn’t ever really fully verbalize that he resents his dad until after he’s already dead.

Other than that it’s broad strokes character type samesies. Self policing horrifically jealous of people who don’t self police but it doesn’t occur to them that they can just not do that. Self police themselves into a caricature of themselves which negatively impacts their relationships with everyone around them. Life isn’t fair and I’m going to reenact cycles of behavior about it. You don’t wish to escape but to put a window within your prison

#ask #anonymous #spnwatch #hotd

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found--family · 1 year

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met my new doctor today and is2g he was wearing dean's fruity boots paired with medium wash jeans and plaid-esque patterned business shirt and i almost snapped a pic for reference but sadly failed anyway now i have dr dean brainworms where the kids call him that instead of his last name and adults refer to him as real life dr sexy and he's the sweetest bean who's great with kids and everyone is charmed by that boyish smile and charisma but while he drives a badass black muscle car from the 60s he's also an endearing nerd with novelty mugs and pjs and he wears glasses for reading and volunteers at the local fun run sam takes part in and has an embarrassing not-so-secret crush on the honey stall guy at the farmer's market who turns out to also be an economics teacher at the community college and an ex-soldier and is somehow inept with computers but loves emojis and dean knows this not because he got up the courage to ask the guy out but because blue eyes got hurt at the fun run shielding someone from a wayward sign that blew away anyway they got to talking and talked more when cas came in for a follow-up and they just kind of hit it off and stay in touch and a friendship blossoms and dean doesn't want to blow it by pushing for more plus he loves being friends with cas and before long cas knows as much about his past as anyone close to him like how he practically raised sammy and their childhood was pretty dark for a while but he put himself through med school with barwork and as a mechanic for his uncle bobby and he learns all about cas' bees and visits his little farm and hears how he was homeless for a time after cutting ties with his homohobic family and he has an adopted son in his 20s and dean tries not to fixate on the fact that cas is gay but hope blooms in his chest meanwhile it doesn't change the fact that they already eat homecooked meals together and go to movie nights in the park and dean meets jack and takes him fishing and cas gets the official seal of approval from charlie when they all go larping together and their first kiss isn't actually with each other bc it's at a christmas festival and they're standing under mistletoe but cas kisses the stuffed nemo dean is holding which he won on the ring toss which cas helped him cheat at and they build a snowman which cas tries to turn into a bee but ends up looking like an angel and dean says something stupid about cas being his angel and wants to blame it on the mulled wine and immediately regrets it but cas responds to dean's foolish flirtation with a real kiss and then ofc it starts snowing and they huddle closer in the cold and it's the start of a new chapter in their relationship and honestly dean couldn't have asked for a better gift

#spn posting #deancore #wardrobe #thoughts #the real doctor sexy #destiel #storytime #drabble #it's not a common thing in fic for dean to be the healer instead of cas but i do love it! and i made it christmasy in the end bc #tis the season

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inkedmyths · 1 year

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S1: E12 "Faith"

Brought to you by Crepe bribing me with Flight Rising money

[ Kayla asks if it was worth it to sell your soul to capitalism. Crepe said yes. I agree. I may have to endure on but now I have more money for my dragons. This will, unfortunately, always work on me. ]

Cuz you gotta have faith-uh faith-uh faith-uh

Oh we're starting out with the Winchesters? No mysterious deatb if some random person?

[ Kayla interjects with Carry On My Wayward Son. I get flashbacks to playing it on repeat when I initially began this journey. ]

Oooough closeeeet Dean I'm sure you're scared of that

[ Kayla asks Crepe if Dean does any homoeroticism in S1 aside from being too happy about getting pinned to a car. Crepe says no. This does not matter to me, I will make the joke anyways. ]

There are children! Hello children!

Ew what is that

UH Dean buddy that canNOT be healthy

HOSPITAL

HEART ATTACK???

Hi Dean! You look like shit!

Dean you are too chill with your mortality but also Sam is WAY too not chill about it

JOHN WINCHESTER PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE. BITCH

Sam. Sam no

I mean I know Dean is still sround for however many fucking seasons but

DEAN DID YOU BREAK OUT OF THE HOSPITAL. MORON

Why are you both stupid

[ Kayla says this is the parentified child vs child he parentified effect. Which. Yeah fair. ]

Dean: Sam what kinda crazy religion place are you bringing me to

DEAN STOP FLIRTING WITH EVERY LADY YOU MEET. DUMBASS BITCH

[ Kayla says that he's a whore and to leave him alone. That the sluttiest thing a man can do is be an older brother. Kayla is this some kind of kink for you. ]

GOD NO I DIDN'T EVEN GO TO ONE OF THESE KINDS OF CHURCHES BUT. HRGH. HORRIBLE. I want to leave

LMAO CALLED OUT DEAN

LAUGHING im sorry watching Dean get throwm on the spot. Poor dumbass

Go up Dean this is your personal hell now

[ Crepe says no, wrong season. Lovely. ]

Dean having that face that I feel so deeply in my soul whenever someone tries to preacg Christianity to me

FUCKING. HAND AGAINST HIS HEAD poor Dean's face shshshs

UHHH WHAT WAS THAT. WHAT WAS THAT FIGURE

Oh. Oh my god it traded his life for his

O h n o

This is interesting and good but its also so fucking spooky the vibes

Ohhhh something. Something wanted Dean to live.

[ Kayla and Crepe go back and forth about how Supernatural is technically a horror show, though this is dropped somewhat in later seasons. What the fuck did I get myself into. ]

What the fuck is up w/Layla (Leilah?)

Oh :( poor girl

And Dean was the one who got healed so he's :((

"Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter?" man

Dean's like 😟

Chick in the woods? Girl whats up?

Girl is abt to die for this old guy

A REAPER?

The music shdhdhdhsh

Thats pretty banger ngl. Whats this song anywas.... Death In The Valley?

NOT ME LOOKING IT UP ON SPOTIFY AND GETTING A PLAYLIST FOR SPN SOUNDTRACK?

DOG LEASH ON A GREAT WHITE

SCREAMS the guy handing out pamphlets "Roy is a fraud"

Dean: Amen brother

Sam: You keep up the good work!

Man: Thank you

God its so interesting storywise but also the vibes are Upsetting

Sam committing breaking and entering all by himself good for him

IS THE CHURCH GUY MURDERING PEOPLE HE DOESN'T LIKE BY SAVING OTHERS

HE IS. HOMOPHOBIC! LITERALLY

GOOOOOD SHIT FUCK nooo i dont wanna watch anymore I don't like confrontation and oough BAD VIBES

Im turning on captions hold on

LAYLA I KNEW IT

Noooooooooooo besties I Cannot

Guys this is UPSETTING

I keep pausing 😭

I'm like stop starting bc I would rather read than hear WHASGSFAFAF

[ Crepe is grinding in Coliseum on Flight Rising to pay me more so I watch more. I can't tell if I'm genius for this or not. ]

Oh the poor guy screaming and Sam being like WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT

Oh I stopped started so much Netflix crashed LMAO

Hrrrgh yeah yeah ok compelling but I want to crawl up a tree

Oh shes still praying

AH YES DEAN GETS TAKEN AWAY. ARRESTED. AGAIN

Ohhh its his wife.... his wife couldn't stand to lose him.... oh.......

"God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work." hey who gave this show the right

[ Kayla says "Remember when I told you this show was sometimes really good?" I tell her to fuck off. She says I'm only proving her point. I call her a bitch. This has no effect. ]

SAM BESTIE U DID IT TO SAVE DEAN CAN U NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONFLICT HERE

LMAO DEAN JUST YELLS AT THE COPS AND THEY CHASE HIM THATS SO FUNNY

A+ plan buddy

Godddd the vibes are so ick and tragic but man

MAN I LOVE WHEN THINGS TAKE CHRISTIANS AND MAKE THEM FUCKED UP

Dean buddy get ready to run again

"The Lord chose me" NO IT FUCKIN DIDN'T

Sams gonna like smack her huh

Oh that Reaper did NOT like being bound

Something something metaphor for controlling death

Winchester Patented Guilt Complex

Oh she still has faith even when she's got a bad diagnosis :(

GODDAMMIT NO DONT

; - ;

So like Dean Winchester Aetheist Extraordinaire saying "I'm not much of a praying type... but I'll pray for you" is something that can be so personal actually

Don't. Don't touch me go away

Fuck you guys for making me watch this show I'm tearing up I hate you all

In conclusion: OKAY DEAN WINCHESTER LIKERS MAYBE I GET IT. But also fuck off fuck all of you I hate it here goddamn you AUGH I WASNT EXPECTING TO TEAR UP OVER THIS FUCK YOOOOOOOU

#on the highway to superhell #ink actually has an emotion about spn count: 1 #god fuck all of you. im watching another ep

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watchingspnagain · 2 years

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Rewatching Bedtime Stories

Welcome to “The Brothers Get Grimm with Each Other: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s3e5: Bedtime Stories

People are dying weird in a small town. It takes our boys a minute to realize it, but the deaths all mimic fairy tales. What seems to be the ghost of a little girl appears at the scenes of the deaths, and that doesn’t track. Until Sam and Dean discover a young woman who has been in a coma since she was a child—and whose father has been reading her fairy tales all these years. Her spirit is trapped and restless because her step-mother poisoned her years ago. The boys have to convince her father to listen to her spirit and let her go to stop the grim deaths. Meanwhile, Sam has been hounding Dean about his refusal to try to find a way out of his demon deal, and the end of the episode sees Sam sneaking off to try to force the crossroads demon to give up Dean’s contract. Sam learns that she’s not the one holding his deal, and Sam shoots her with the Colt (and thus killing the woman she’s possessing as well). Should we be worried about him?

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Mace:

wow, looong previously on

Lor:

yeah

Lor:

ah, peaceful music. something horrible is about to happen

Mace:

snork!

Mace:

the snort!

Lor:

YES

Lor:

it's so good

Lor:

you don't get it until you get it and then it's amazing

Mace:

YES

Mace:

oh, scared little piggy

Lor:

YES

Lor:

(aaaand now I’m thinking about Lord of the Flies)

Mace:

(HA! sorry)

Mace:

oh shouty boys

Lor:

"you're not dad" ooooo, the faces

Lor:

YES

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

I love when they argue about who gets to die

Mace:

SNORK YEP

Mace:

Pouty/Angry Sammy makes me happy

Lor:

that is how the full moon works, sammy

Mace:

Lor:

"the things he can do with a pen"

Lor:

DEAN

Mace:

HAHAHA

Mace:

He’s secretly making fun of Sam’s LotR fanfic

Lor:

omg taking the pen cap off with his teeth

Lor:

haaaaaahahahahaha

Mace:

YES

Mace:

“how would you feel?"

Mace:

OOOFFF

Lor:

"how would you feel" "I can't imagine anything worse" LOW BLOW SHOW

��Lor:

omg Dean's wink

Mace:

YES

Lor:

haaaaaahahahahaha SAMMY

Mace:

omg SAM

Mace:

I LOVE IT

Mace:

I would FRAME that

Lor:

YES

Mace:

there are NO harmless old ladies in this show, dummy

Lor:

ALWAYS LISTEN WHEN A WOMAN IS RELUCTANT TO GO INTO A PLACE OR STAY AROUND A PERSON

Lor:

YES

Mace:

YEPYEPYEP

Lor:

FRECKLES

Mace:

YAS

Mace:

Sam’s stupid little curls over his ears

Lor:

YES

Mace:

“I have a theory - it could be bunnies"

Lor:

"you think about fairy tales often?"

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

YES

Mace:

“touche"

Mace:

DEAN

Lor:

"we gotta do research now don't we?"

Lor:

you love it, Dean

Lor:

ZERO

Mace:

Focus, Dean

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

KISS IT, DEAN

Lor:

"there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog" ARE YOU A PRINCESS DEAN?

Mace:

it’s telling that he puts himself into the role of a princess looking for a prince

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

HAHAHA OMG

Lor:

LOLOL

Lor:

AAAAND Dean is projecting onto Sam with all this little gay jokes now

Mace:

YEP

Lor:

bc he slipped

Mace:

there are too many plants in that room

Mace:

creeps me out

Lor:

LOL

Lor:

where do they get these kids?

Lor:

this one, the girl who plays Lilith

Lor:

creepy

Mace:

YES

Lor:

DEAN WINCHESTER. you know you watched the Disney Snow White on cable, you know you did

Lor:

(that is a CREEPY ASS movie)

Mace:

right? and even if he didn’t there’s no way he doesn’t know that story

Lor:

yeah

Lor:

curious cop, empathetic cop

Mace:

YES

Mace:

“lucky guess” SMARTY DEAN

Lor:

YAAS

Lor:

they are both so smart pets them

Mace:

YES

Lor:

omg Dean's little face after he says "which is the weirdest thing I've ever said"

Mace:

Nope, I know for a fact that you’ve recently talked about purple nurples, so not the weirdest thing, Dean

Mace:

but yes his face!

Lor:

CORRECT

Lor:

I read it that he's reconsidering it being the weirdest thing he ever said but he's letting it go

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"so you've seen her too" I love that little twist where suddenly Sam doesn’t have to convince him

Mace:

YES

Mace:

because, I mean, HOW would he?

Lor:

right?

Mace:

i like this guy

Lor:

YES

Mace:

he has nice eyes

Lor:

he does

Lor:

and he seems like a really good guy

Lor:

how did Dean get out of that one?

Mace:

he DOES

Mace:

right?

Lor:

"I sure hope not"

Mace:

Welp, send ’em my way, doc

Lor:

"is that what you want me to do Dean? just let me go?"

Lor:

AND HE DOESN'T ANSWER HIM

Mace:

oh BOYS

Lor:

SOMEONE CUDDLE THAT BOY STAT

Mace:

I’LL TAKE THE TALL ONE

Lor:

HE DOESN'T THINK HE DESERVES TO BE SAVED

Lor:

more freckles for me!

Lor:

lookit Dean all curled up in the blankets

Lor:

oh Sam

Mace:

YES

Mace:

oh SAMMY NO

Lor:

convenient there was a crossroads with diggable dirt right there

Lor:

I don't even KNOW how far I'd have to drive to find one

Mace:

there always is

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

I actually wouldn’t have to drive too far

Lor:

i could find a crossroad easy and a dirt road easy.... I can't think of a dirt crossroads. probably not over far, actually. but I'd have to look

Lor:

OI! stop badmouthing Dean!

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

oooof Sammy

Mace:

OOOF

Lor:

Lolol

[after the episode ended:]

Mace:

so i love the balance between Dean not thinking he deserves to be saved and Sam fighting against this deal not because he doesn’t think HE deserves to live but because he doesn’t think it’s fair that Dean has to die. Another sign of Dean being raised by John and Sam being raised by Dean

Lor:

YES

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enter-the-phantom · 1 year

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2 and 12 for any s/I you like!

How did this get lost!! Oh my gods!!

look bestie you know my Supernatural s/i is my everything and has all of my heart so here we go

2. When in canon does your self-insert come in? Do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

Oh babe I have a whole damn episode for my entrance.

Abby makes their first appearance in either season 1 or 2, after the brothers and basic plot has been established. Sam and Dean are still searching for their father, who is on the trail of the Yellow-Eyed Demon. They take a case in a small rural Texas town where newborns and their mothers are suddenly dying under suspicious circumstances. Dean is also on the lookout for a hunter known as the Demon’s Bane or the Godslayer, said to be an expert in occult and religious matters. He believes this hunter may be able to find the demon who killed their mother, and therefore find their father.

Sam and Dean run into a strange person in a bar with a big hat who tells them that there’s no such thing as a grizzled old hunter running around killing gods and basically calls them an idiot. Dean writes them off as some whacko kid and continues the hunt, believing it to be a vengeful ghost. The boys track the phenomenon to the middle of a forest, where they come face to face with something all their ghost-slaying weapons can’t touch. Just as the brothers are looking cornered—“What kind of ghost doesn’t respond to salt rounds!?”—a tiny hunter with that same stupid hat throws themself in between the brothers and the monster, announces “It’s not a ghost. It’s a god.”…and you’ll have to read my upcoming fic for the rest bc it’s a FANTASTIC FAN EPISODE

12. How would the fandom view your character?

Well obviously me and Cas are the ship because why wouldn’t we be? But I also think there’s a lot of fan theories and speculation. It’s an ongoing trope that my past is very mysterious and never fully explained, but there are a lot of hints dropped that point toward some sort of severe religious trauma. I have an entire “solo” episode dedicated to a hunt I undertake on my own, in which I infiltrate a charismatic Christian offshoot cult who is under the influence of a demonic leader, and there’s a lot of clues there. I think my character is a hotbed for strong opinions but is absolutely a beloved fan favorite for the simple reason that they’re interesting af.

…also because of the ship war between the Gabby shippers and the Abstiel diehards

#ask enter #my huntersona #self insert community #selfinsert #THANKS BESTIE ILY

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perpetually-sad-but-its-fine · 1 year

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7x01 of chicago med and what. the. fuck????

natalie left. (low-key kinda saw that coming)

dean archer is still an asshole but POP OFF doctor charles. i did not think he had that in him.

will halstead and stevie hammer????

bro???

he said ‘I know dr. hammer’ in that tone and with that look in his eyes???? am i reading into it or is seggsual tension???????? (spoiler alert: its seggsual tension)

Goodwin’s ‘ah, okay, nice’ is fuckin HILARIOUS to me bc she’s just so done with all of will’s bs and im so here for it.

bro the way that stevie walked towards will and their banter?! oh they definitely fucked. definitely.

maggie sliding into frame. LMAOOOO we love that

will’s thumbs down gesture when maggie asked what his rank was in the class *snort* me too

BRO? APRIL’S JUST GONE??? IK THEY SAID SHE GOT ACCEPTED BUT THEY DIDN’T EVEN ELABORATE ON THAT????? WHAT THE FUCK??

animosity b/w marcel and halstead better LEAVE rn. im not in the mood for more unnecessary angst

dean archer further cementing himself as asshole of the year

but

will’s reply??

*chef’s kiss*

archer fuckin deserved that

istg if will doesn’t punch archer, I WILL

the way that archer said, ‘gemma and emma’

archer’s ‘i'm sorry, you said what?’ to the twin was fuckin GOLDEN

and the clarification of ‘i would like a needle in my arm, too’ and the other twin nodding??? true comedy

ik ive only known vanessa for a few episodes but I already love her and sheS SO BEAUTIFUL

bro, gemma and emma saying ‘we’re one person’ ew ew ew ew ew. no. it creeps me tf out

dr. charles’ pained smile just says ‘nope nope nope’

ARCHER AND CHARLES

OH MY GOD

‘with your history, i guess you just never know’

DOCTOR CHARLES

ARCHER’S LOOK OF SALTINESS AFTERWARDS

LMAOOOOOO

vanessa desperately trying to keep the conversation going w/o a fight

dr. charles’ logic better fuckin work

*rosa diaz voice* ive know dylan scott for half an episode but if something happens to him, i will kill all of chicago meds writers and then myself

stevie and dylan’s dynamic?? they may have barely said anything to each other but i love it already. they work so well together.

when is archer going to get punched???? WHENN????

if i were dr. charles i would've prolly yelled at him and kicked him in the head

is it foolish of me to hope that maggie and vanessa end up becoming closer so that i can see their mother-daughter dynamic??? yes, it is. do i keep hoping anyway?? unfortunately, i do.

I JUST WANT THEM TO BE A FAMILY AND TALK TO EACH OTHER ABT THE STUPID SHIT THAT HAPPENS IN THE ED. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR????

sharon goodwin is in her bad bitch era and im here for it

BRO CMON

marcel and halstead would be great friends!

they'd be the best of bros!!!

WHY THE FUCK MUST THIS HAPPEN

i do not trust cooper

not in the slightest

loving how the animosity b/w marcel and halstead disappears the MOMENT someone else tries to suggest something

dr. marcel’s ‘oh?’ is funny and sexy and its telling matt cooper to stfu

‘yeah, okay then’ is the most obvious FUCK YOU, ive seen in a while

get matt cooper off my screen rn

will, i'm glad ur right but now is not the time to give the face of ‘i told you so’

*gasp* are we gonna learn about stevie’s backstory in her first episode????

the look on her face when she asks the patient if she's living in her car??? its personal. one hundred percent

STEVIE’S SO GENTLE???? I LOVE HER????

her and dylan have actually sky-rocketed in my charts and they are now amongst my favorite characters

PLEASE

dylan and stevie’s banter??? *chef’s kiss* we love to see it

NO GOD PLEASE

VANESSA’S FIRST SOLO CALL AS A DOCTOR AND SHE NEEDS TO ANNOUNCE SOMEONES DEATH???? NOOOOOO

MY BABYYY

maggie comforting vanessa??? that was so sweet!!

goodwin: guilt-tripping will into doing what she wants

me: >:o

OH MY GOD ITS THE WRONG TWIN

THEY SENT IN THE OTHER TWIN

OH. MY. GOD.

I WAS RIGHT

I FUCKIN KNEW IT

DAMMIT WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NOW???

dylan scott is such a sweetheart and we do not deserve him

dr. archer and dr. charles patching things up? kinda?

dr. charles’ look of confusion, wondering whether archer was genuine or not? perfect. amazing. fantastic.

oh god marcel and halstead

how’s this gonna go?

oh wow

not as bad as i expected

can they PLEASE be besties now??

PLEASEEEEE

archer is giving out compliments???

is he okay???? did he fall on his head at one point during the episode?

I FUCKIN KNEW IT WAS PERSONAL FOR HER

ITS BECAUSE OF HER MOTHER

I KNEW IT

THEY ACTUALLY REVEALED A LITTLE BIT OF HER BACKSTORY?????

damn alr

#*kissy kissy* watches chicago med #chicago med 7x01 #stevie hammer #will halstead #ethan choi #daniel charles #dean archer #dean archer is an ass #natalie manning #chicago med spoilers

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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"Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide" - Donald Winnicott

Izzy going with Maryse and Alec staying😭 the opposite-parallels hurt me ok?!?!? Also the reason he says is also kinda sad and shit is all complicated!!!

Sometimes that’s what it means to be a son. To make sacrifices for your parents.

Sometimes that’s what it means to be a parent. To make sacrifices for your children.

This!!

The way he never walked away and he never gave up are some of his best qualities but at the same time the reason it all went down. Love me some good analysis...

Alec-Maryse post-divorce parallels... Wow

SIZZY RIGHTS!!!😎 Also not them stalking him djhdjdjd

He reminds himself of what Ragnor told him. Love how he is always learning and trying to understand better🥺

Rules and shit really are complicated...

"And you Isabelle, you live inside my heart. You always will.” Lightwood siblings is something that can actually be so personal..

But she doesn’t know how to be sad. So, she decides to be angry. He wonders if all younger siblings are like that. I dont like this call out...

FUCK VALENTINE. CLACE RIGHTS BITCH!! I WILL PROTECT THEM WITH MY LIFE✨🔪💙 JACE IS SO FUCKING IN LOVE AND I SAY GOOD FOR HIM!!

Love is blind, and love is stupid, and love is dangerous, and love is beautiful.💜💜💜

But Jace could ask him to part the ocean and Alec will die trying. *sobbing* I'm fine :)

Competitive little shits kdhsjdjkd, although Alec does win this one... He has the psychopath father and all shit

Simon and Clary supremacy only!!

OMG Anjali and Rafael are absolute nerds and I'm love them jdhdjs

If we don't have a google folder together, then what the point??!?

They get turned on by the weirdest shit jdvsjdjs

Charlotte Fairchild is the most badass of all tbh

We all should be scared of Anjali😌

I like that Alec didn't make it hard for Rafael when he wanted to go to Stanford but I also expected more fight form him... And from Magnus oh gods why is this so fucking sad😭

I support Rosewood rights and wrongs!😎

The parallels of their pictures!! Max not giving a fuck and Rafael being so careful!! And the way Max is jealous of Rafael "having everything together" and Rafael being jealous of Max for being so "unafraid and chaotic" Brb I'm gonna cry..

I hate everyone. Magnus just gets dragged over and over. And the tweets holy fuck!! I hate that I laughed with the cinnamon roll one smh

“Will you keep an eye on him for me?” Rafael asks him instead. "Always,” David replies. 🥺🥺🥺

I understand Max being mad, but fuck if he didnt stressed me out so much here!!! Just, kindly stop :)

For whatever his issues, Max knows how to keep a promise. Not me crying over this😭

How do you make someone feel better if they aren’t feeling anything at all? Ok, that and the fact that the divorce issue starts here hurts a lot🙂 I love this chapter<3

I can't finish this Timeline for a few hours bc I have to get up (eww) but just some thoughts till now:

Note to self: This man is the bane of his existence. Pun intended.😂😂

Him always answering to the ones who need help got me emo for some reason🥺

I think of you everywhere💛 David really know how to go from horny to soft in 0.1 secs djhdjsksks

The staff is the real MVP here!! I love them all so much and they live in my head 24/7 and they are all amazing<33

Anyway, song rec: Be alright By Dean Lewis. Its really a shame cheating is not a trope here (its not, Idk how I would survived that shit jdhsjsj) because the playlist would be ✨stunning✨

Remeber to take a break when you need it. Byeee💚

GET THAT SLEEP GIRL. GET IT. WHOOOOOO.

If TLND had cheating, I would have thrown myself into the river (and i am like scared of rivers) gotta draw that angst line somewhere lol.

also, i may or may not have a magnus and camille playlist with a lot of cheating/toxic songs lol.

I feel like Be Alright is in the divorce au playlist (or maybe lbaf?) but there are too many songs there and I can't find it lol.

Sending you some sertonin. Have this song rec from my David playlist: Pomme - Ceux qui rêvent

#tlnd

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miraclerizuin · 2 years

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good evening, void!!

I am often hesitant to post things because I am worried about being “annoying” here on my own blog which is nothing more or less than a box full of stuff I like, and that’s ridiculous, I will be annoying if I wish

and I sure do have 20 pages of notes on my spn everybody lives family fic so. buckle the fuck up

the premise began with this idea:

Spn AU of the day: everything is almost the same but Sam and Dean have been collecting orphans like they’re Batman since at least s5

then I spent several days thinking about this quietly in a corner at work while cutting out paper hearts for a valentine’s day craft and I messaged a bunch of stuff to my friend who does not spn at all except to enable my AU shenanigans and what became clear to me is

Every single stupid plot on this show is improved by adding half a dozen adopted children

So as you may or may not recall, Jesse is the half demon antichrist child from 1 episode of season 5

As the writers of spn undoubtedly were aware, it would fuck up the plot of s5 royally to have a being this powerful in the mix, so they removed him from play

I did this entire twitter thread about how jesse turner could reconnect with dean in the interim of seasons 5 and 6 and you can read that here

so let’s move right straight on to season 7. we gotta get to the good stuff

in canon, Cas is Officially Dead, while Dean & Sam are on the run from leviathans

Jesse gets some of his powers back bc I think he should and I don’t want to wait til s11 or whenever Lucifer gets out of hell properly. My handwave is that Sam’s escape from hell brings a fragment of Lucifer’s power to earth and thus restored a fragment of jesse’s powers

Jesse starts to realize the firebending is back on but doesn’t tell Dean & Sam bc he doesn’t want to worry them…

but then they meet (& kill) Sam’s childhood friend Amy

And Jesse is like “hahaha NO we are not killing this random lady, idc if she’s a monster, she has a kid to take care of” and just sorta. Unkills her

And of course doesn’t mention it at first

until a couple weeks later when Sam finds out Dean killed amy (he did it behind sams back) and they’re arguing abt it

and Jesse is like GUYS ITS FINE she’s not really dead.

So Dean and Sam are now freaking out that a. Jesse has powers again, b. Jesse can bring people back from the dead which never ends well, and c. Sam’s friend, whom Dean considers a dangerous monster, is alive.

Sam is like yah peace out guys I’m going to visit Amy to make sure she’s ok and Dean you are NOT invited

He eventually makes up with dean at jesse’s insistence but stays in touch with Amy which dean decides to tolerate on the premise that Sam is “keeping an eye on her”

bc Dean rewrites reality in his own head to suit his narrative and that’s never failed him before!

And Jesse becomes friends with Amy’s son Jacob

Jesse has some Mommy Issues on account of that time he found out his biological mother was possessed by a demon when she gave birth to him. So he’s like “no we do not kill ppls moms!!!”

as long as we’re here in early season 7 with this episode where Jo comes back as a ghost... I see no reason why Jesse can’t simply resurrect Jo too

sure is handy to have a kid around who can alter the fabric of reality! hope that doesn’t backfire...

& just to add, bc I feel weird not talking about cas very much, jesse and cas had a few opportunities to chat during season 6 and have mostly moved past the “you tried to kill me so I turned you into an action figure” thing but jesse is not super thrilled about the “you lied to my dad who loves you very much” thing now

henry says thanks 4 reading xx

#uh oh she's talking about spn again #keep your heart young

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