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D.W | Feelings

summary: dean winchester confesses his feelings towards y/n.

perspective: third person

word count: 1811

Dean had fallen madly in love with Y/n ever since he laid eyes on her. She was beautiful, not like the girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought, for the way she spoke, and her ability to help those around her.

No, she wasn’t just beautiful as something temporary as her looks, but beautiful deep down in her soul.

She was his reason for why he kept pushing in life. She made his darkest days cheerful and full of light. She had changed his life completely.

The way she looked at him with that smile made him feel butterflies in his stomach. It was an odd sensation, but comforting in ways that couldn’t allow him to sleep at night.

However, he wasn’t one to express his feelings. It wasn’t easy to admit he loved her, but he knew those feelings he felt were true. He wanted to tell her, but the fear of rejection held him back.

So, Dean keep things mutual between the both for as long as he could, but each day it became harder to not wonder what it would be like to date her. Especially when there would times where he’d flirt with her and she’d flirt back. Did she mean it or was she just playing along?

Sometimes he’d envy Sam for how close the two were. She’d always go to Sam rather than him for help or for anything in general. He tried not to hate Sam for it, but he just wished to be in his place. To be the one he she’d run to for comfort.

He wishes he could be the one that kept her awake at nights and in despair, to be her cry, to be the one who she woke up excited for. But that fear always held him back from confessing his feelings.

It wasn’t until he finally had enough.

~

Sam and Y/n had been on the couch watching movies for hours with half a bucket of popcorn between them, and the other half all over them. “Sam! Stop throwing the popcorn!” She laughed, trying to sound upset but couldn’t.

“C’mon, this is more fun than actually eating it” he said, throwing a handful at her. Before she could say anything, Dean had came back from his trip. She looked towards his direction, sending him a smile only to not receive one back.

“Hey, Dean. Is everything okay?” She questioned, looking up at him as Sam had turned the volume down. “Yeah… just been thinking a lot while I was out” he said as he looked between the two.

Sam immediately got the hint and got up. “I’ll go make us some more popcorn.”

Y/n watched as Sam grabbed the container and awkwardly walked away, leaving the two alone. Once he was gone, she patted the empty spot, inviting him to take a seat besides her.

“What’s in your mind?” She asked.

Dean walked from behind the couch and around, sitting next to her. Being so close to her made him nervous- he couldn’t function. He kept quiet for a bit, trying to find the words he had been rehearsing over and over and over again, but it’s as if the words he’s been memorizing had slipped away.

“I just wanted to, um, talk to you about something” he swallowed nervously. He was starting to become flustered. The palm of his hands becoming sweaty and his heart pounding out off his chest. Being around her made him act like a fool.

Suddenly, Y/n felt a nervous. She had no idea if she has done something to upset him. Having a one-on-one conversation always made her uneasy and uncomfortable. She felt like she was in trouble.

“What is it?” She asked concerned. Dean took in a deep breath, trying so hard to just put his feelings out there. Y/n took notice of his struggle and took ahold of his hand. “Dean, you can tell me anything. What’s going on?”

Dean glance down at her hand resting above his. Her hand much smaller as it felt soft and warm. He felt a tingly sensation form inside his chest as she made it much more difficult to act upon.

“It’s about you.”

“What about me?”

Y/n had a million different thoughts running through her mind. He probably noticed the scratch I left on baby… or the tiny stain in the backseat. She became anxious.

“Is it about, baby? Cause I swear it wasn’t me! It’s Sam’s fault!” she blurted out, throwing Sam under the bus rather than taking the blame.

“What? No!” He said, only to wonder what trouble they might have caused. “What about baby?” He questioned, but she simply shook her head. “Nothing. Forget about it. What were you going to tell me?” She asked, hoping that he’d forget all about the impala and move on.

Dean shook the thought away before refocusing on the main reason why he wanted to speak to her. “Right” he mumbled.

“Do you remember how we met?” He said smiling softly. Y/n smiled at the memory. “You were running from the police and I helped hid you from them” she laughed a little.

“We sorta became partners in crime ever since” she smiled. That smile. It was that smile that made Dean weak to his knees. “Like Bonnie & Clyde. Except we hunt monsters” he said with a light chuckle.

“Exactly” she laughed, “You were an absolute mess that day, and yet somehow, you convinced me to help you” she said. “And two years later, here I am with you idiots” she teased.

“I happens to be adorable. I’ll try not to take offense to it” he laughed softly before he getting all serious again. “Meeting you has been one of the best things that has happened to us” he said.

Y/n smiled as she felt the same away about them. They’ve gave her a purpose in life and adventures she never imagined before. “Awe, someone’s getting soft” she teased.

Dean shook his head, “just let me finish” he said. He took ahold of her hand this time and looked deeply into her eyes. “You changed my life, Y/n. You changed me. And for the past two years, I’ve been in love with you” he said, finally being able to put his feelings out into the air.

He felt relieved being able to admit his feelings. A weight lifted off his shoulders as he didn’t have to hide them anymore.

Y/n froze to the sudden news. She never would have imagined Dean Winchester to be in love with a girl like her. She loved Dean. She always has. But Dean slept with multiple girls and so she never envision herself having a real relationship with him.

“Y/n… say something.” Dean grew anxious with every second gone by. “I- for two years?” Y/n was still taken aback by the fact he loved her for two freaking years.

“It was the first time I saw you that I discovered what love at first sight was” he confessed. “You made me feel things I never felt before, things I never imagined feeling” he added.

“And seeing you with Sam made me jealous cause I want to be the one to hold you, to make you smile, to make you laugh…” he continued. “But I understand if you like Sam. I just wanted to let you know how I felt because I can’t carry this feeling inside me any longer.”

Y/n stared up at him in complete awe. The way he had let his guard down to confess his love for her. How his cheeks grew red with embarrassment. The way he became all shy and timid. She has never seen Dean act so… so in love.

“S-Sam? You think I have a thing for, Sam?!” She laughed. “D-do you not?” She shook her head, “no dumbass, I don’t like Sam in that particular way” she paused, “I like you.” She placed her hand on his cheek.

As she caressed it, he simply melted into her touch. “I’ve always liked you, Dean. The moment you stumbled into my life with trouble, I knew that the universe had written you for me.” Her words caused his heart to race, a smile forming on his lips.

“You’re the one who keeps me up at night. The one who makes me smile and giggle like crazy. You drive me crazy, Dean Winchester” she told him.

“I just- I never wanted to tell you because I knew you weren’t one to settle down with anyone. So, I kept my feelings hidden. Though it didn’t took long for Sam to notice and tease me about it.” She sighed.

“Sam knew?!” Dean said baffled at the thought why his brother never told him. Could have saved him all the trouble. Y/n nodded, “I sorta made him promise not to tell a living soul” she said giggled.

“So does this means what I think it means?” He asked. “Well, are you going to take me out on an official date?” She questioned as she gently pushed some of his hair back.

Dean smiled like an idiot. “You could ask me to swim across the ocean and I’ll do it just for you” he said while gently cupping her face.

“If a date makes you happy, then a date it is” he slowly leaned closer to her face. “I’d give you the world and more” he said as his lips hover above hers.

“Dean Winchester being so sweet? Who would’ve thought I’d be the reason” Y/n teased as she placed her lips on his, smiling in-between the shared kiss. Dean smiled back, kissing her softly and slowly. He had dreams of this moment and finally it was happening. It was magical and anything he never imagined before.

As they pulled away, they both stared at each other like complete idiot. “Finally!” said Sam as he entered the room. “About damn time. I was getting tired hearing you both yap about each other” he said as he took a seat on the singular couch.

“Now if you excuse me, I got a movie to finish” he said while throwing some popcorn towards them before taking a handful into his mouth. “Bitch” said Dean as he placed his arm around Y/n’s shoulders.

“Jerk.” Sam replied with a mouthful while turning the volume up and resuming to watch the movie.

Dean simple smiled to himself as he had everything he’s ever wanted in life. He had his brother by his side and the girl of his dreams wrapped around him. He couldn’t be happier than in that moment.

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Brotherly Love Pt.5

J.T. D.W

Jason Todd x Al-Ghul/Wayne reader(platonic)Gender Neutral

Pt.[1][2][3][4]

Summary:Jason keeps finding ways to connect with you, Damian's a little jealous.

Warnings:Light fight scene, cigarette, a knife. (Also the pie recipe is a copy and paste from google)

~☆~

Bruce awoke with a fright, running down the stairs and down to the living area of the Manor. His short red robe riding up his thighs as he ran to try and find the cause of the loud bang he had heard.

"Hey, Bruce." Jason had lazily greeted, not taking his eyes off of the newspaper infront of him, hand scratching the top of Aces head.

"What was that sound?" The older man questioned, not even asking what Jason was doing at the Manor.

"You got new locks." Jason deadpanned whilst finally looking up at Bruce from where he sits.

"Why are you here?" Bruce finally asked.

"Waiting for Y/N, they sleep so much later than Demon spawn." Jason complained.

Bruce paused, thinking of what to say. He just knew he was glad Jason was finally coming around, and that you had a brother again, even if he isn't your actual blood brother.

"Can I borrow them for the day?" Jason asked, almost shy but Bruce knew better.

"Yeah, go wake them up." He told Jason, before patting his shoulder.

~☆~

"Y/Nnnnn.." Jason sung out, trying to wake you. You could feel the almost inhuman warmth radiating from his hand that rested on your shoulder.

"Y/Nnnnn.." The living dead man next to you sang again.

"What?" You moaned out, eyes stinging from the sleep wridden in them.

"Get dressed, were hangin' out." Jason informed, leaving a pat to the arm that his hand rested on.

~☆~

Jason ended up taking you to his apartment, asking you if Alfred had introduced you to his baking yet. Your answer left Jason at a loss for words, what do you mean Alfred hadn't introduced you to his infamous cookies, or his brownies?

"Well we may not be making his cookies, because he won't give me the recipe, but we will be making pie!" Jason exclaimed, a giddy grin resting on his face.

~☆~

The memories of rarely baking pies with Jason's mother when they had the supplies clouded his mind, how after her death it moved to baking with Alfred. Now as if it's some family tradition he's moved on to doing it with you, only this time he's the teacher.

Jason sprinkled flour onto his counter, before plopping half of the dough Alfred made for you to that morning on top of the thinly dusted surface.

"You ever baked?" Jason asked, his Gotham accent dripping in his word. You shook your head and Jason offered a smile whilst grabbing a rolling pin.

"Watch me." Jason's arms gripped the utensil, rolling over the dough just a bit so you could get the gist. His arm nudged against your own as he handed you the rolling pin so he could peel the apples for the filling. You delicately pushed down and rolled the dough into a thinner circle, Jason eyed you from where he stood peeling fruit so that he could tell you when it was thin enough.

"Alright, flour your hands." He whispered, walking back over to your side and taking the rolling pin. His hands peeled the edge of the dough off of the counter, before placing it onto your newly dusted hands. Jason placed a pie tin in front of you and helped you set the dough into it.

"Make sure it's tucked in." He instructed, pulling your wrist so that you could push the dough fully into the tin pan. You watched as Jason cut off the extra dough, and prick holes into the bottom with a fork before placing it into the oven.

"I'll peel the apples, you roll out the other half."

~☆~

Jason had peeled and cut all of the apples, now they were placed into a big bowl. The pre-baked crust had already been taken out of the oven, and all of the filling ingredients have already been measured.

Jason situated you infront of the bowl, handing you a spatula for mixing.

He handed you the sugar and the cinnamon to add to the bowl, pouring the flour himself. A spinkle of salt, and some nutmeg came afterwards, Jason poured in the little bit of lemon juice that came last.

"Stir gently." He whispered, watching as you mixed all of the ingredients into the apples.

Jason placed the pie tin infront of you once again, ordering you to spoon the ingredients into the crust-lined pan. Jason's fingers pinched the top layer of dough onto the top of the pie, before cutting a slit into the encasing. He placed tin foil onto the top of the pie, and placed it into the oven.

"Let's clean up." Jason spoke as he held up his hand for a high five, you stared at him for a moment before his opposite hand grabbed your wrist so he could guide your hand to meet his own.

~☆~

*After cleaning up*

"Okay, show me what you got."

"What?"

"Hit me."

Your fist came up without hesitation, aiming a blow below his sternum, his own hands grabbed at you before your fist collided with him. Jason moved quickly, prying a finger into your side, right under your ribcage. Your hand twisted from his grasp, and you landed a kick to his knee. Letting out a grunt in frustration he fell onto one knee. His hands wrapped around both of your legs before pulling you forward, letting you fall to your knees as well. Jason shot out an arm to grab you with, but you quickly caught his hand and got back onto your feet, rounding behind Jason's body so his arm was twisted behind himself.

The front door flying open alerted both of you, forcing you both to stand up in a correct fighting position.

"Hey!" A redheaded man yelled when he caught sight of the both of you.

Jason let out a sigh before wiping a hand over his face.

"Y/N, this is Roy." Jason introduced the redhead for you. The man stepped forward, shooting a hand out for you to take whilst a grin rested on his lips. You glanced at his hand, giving it a dissatisfied look before hesitantly taking it in your own.

As Roy dropped your hand he walked off into the kitchen, snooping around to see is he could find the food he smells.

"Whatcha' makin'?" He asked, neither you or Jason answered, only glancing at each other.

"Damian's more of the fighter, anyway." You shrugged, before walking off to follow Roy.

~☆~

You watched as Jason and Roy played a video game on Jason's TV. Your slice of pie that had previously been made was still being eaten by you, the two men that resided beside you and on the floor had already scarfed down their own slices.

You watched as their characters fought each other on the screen, your mind wondered, what if you and Damian were raised like this? What if the two of you were raised away from war? Gotham it's self had its own spike of violence but still nothing to what you and Damian were raised with. What if the two of you were "normal", raised playing video games, having sleepovers, playing catch with you father?

Part of you resented Talia for raising you the way she did, but another part of you loved her and thought about the times she actually acted like your mother. Like how when you were younger there were certain times when she would sit in her bed, you and Damian tucked on either side of her and she would read a book to you. She even had a painting that was made of you and your brother hanging on the wall of her quarters. But still, she raised you with all of that violence, training as the Al-Ghul heirs. Just because she was a little soft with you at times doesn't make her mother of the year.

~☆~

Before Jason dropped you back off at the Manor he cut a slice of pie and put it in a container with your name on it. Giving you firm instructions to immediately give it to Alfred, then he placed it into your bag.

"Y'know if you want more, call me." Jason told you, handing you the phone of yours that you didn't even know he had. "Roy's is in there too."

The redhead looked over at the sound of his name before throwing a smile and a peace sign.

"See ya' little dude." Roy bid goodbye as you passed him due to Jason pushing you out of the front door.

~☆~

After pulling up to the front of the Manor, Jason leaned on his motorcycle, a hand in his pockets, and the other holding his newly lit cigarette.

The two of you sat out there together, staring at the gothic chic Manor.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?" You broke the silence, not ready to watch Jason leave. The taller man only snuffed his cigarette out and put on his helmet.

"Sorry, kid." Jason muttered as the threw a leg over his motorcycle and drove off.

~☆~

Alfred opened the door as soon as you reached the front steps, he always had this strange way of forming at the door before you could even knock. As he held a hand out for your backpack you reached in and handed him your slice of pie that Jason had given you.

"Dinner is set."

"Thank you, Alfred."

~☆~

You headed straight for the dining room, without even changing your clothes first. It's not that you were hungry, you Jason and Roy had snacked on things that you could've never eaten back with Ra's, you just didn't want to be alone yet.

Your socked feet dragged against the hardwood floors, Jason had woken you up too early for your liking. After your grandfather's death and coming to America you've indulged in some things you've never done before, like sleeping in.

Your hand grasped the wooden chair that came in a set with the dining table, after slumping in the chair you sluggishly filled up your plate with food. Both your father and brother had stopped their movement's as they watched your tired state.

"Woke up to early." You sighed, before giving Bruce a big smile, one that he returned.

"Did you have fun?" Bruce asked, cutting up a piece of his dinner.

"Yeah, we baked...an-and I watched him play video games!" You excitedly revealed, missing the expressionless face Damian watched you with.

~☆~

After dinner you started walking to the bathroom for a shower, then you could pass out. Footsteps could be heard walking in sync with your own, familiar footsteps, the ones you know all too well.

Damian pulled you to a stop with a firm grip to your arm, one that your sure will leave Red marks for the next few minutes.

"Why do you keep spending time with him?" He asked as his green eyes bore into your own. You watch as he quickly swallows, before chewing on the inside of his bottom lip.

"That's none of your concern." You hissed before yanking your arm out of his grip before walking off, leaving Damian standing in the empty hallway.

~☆~

Where are you from, or at least what time zone? Because I've noticed you guys are mostly active during 12-5 AM (my time). I promise that the next chapter will have action in it....just bear with me people...<3

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[whorefordean]

hii i love your writing and i was wondering if i could request a dean winchester x fem!reader fic where the reader basically comforts dean after he has a nightmare and just helps him feel loved and appreciated !

thank you

to hell and back d.w

pairing: dean winchester x reader

word count: 710

warnings: none as far as i can tell

a/n: i'm slowly working my way through all the requests in my inbox and i'm super excited about it. i hope you enjoy!!

sweat rolled down dean’s neck as his body shook. gasping and with furrowed brows, dean shot up in bed. his chest felt heavy as he heaved for air to fill his lungs. or for them to stop working altogether, just so he’d stop doing this. 

dean flinched when a soft hand grasped his bicep lightly. with wide eyes, he turned to look for the source, still dazed from sleep. you waited patiently for recognition to register on your husband’s face. 

eventually, dean’s heart rate slowed into a steady beat when it finally clicked that he was still with you. that he hadn’t been dragged to hell again. the same nightmare had been haunting him for weeks, and you were usually the one there to pull him back to reality. the one time you hadn’t been, dean nearly broke sam’s nose when he was told it would take a few more hours to get back to you, seeing as you weren’t with them on that particular hunt. 

dean wasn’t sure what was causing this specific nightmare to plague his psyche. it had been years since he’d been dragged to hell. it felt like a lifetime ago, and honestly, he hadn’t thought about it in quite a while. 

“same one?” you asked quietly. you had been rubbing dean’s arm and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck trying to ground him. he nodded stiffly. his shoulders ached with tension, and he could feel the headache coming on from how hard he was clenching his jaw. 

“i don’t even know why it’s that one. i’d go back a thousand times if it meant keeping you safe,” dean grumbled, rubbing the palms of his hands over his eyes. he was angry with himself for burdening you with this nearly every night though he knew you didn’t mind. you wanted to make sure dean knew he was cared for. 

“think it’s something deeper than just your subconscious trying to scare you with the thought of going back?” you inquired. you hadn’t meant to be so nosey, but dean usually shut down after this specific dream. you wanted to help him while he was still open about it. 

“i think i’m scared of getting dragged away from you and leaving you alone without me,” dean confessed truthfully. he hated how self absorbed it sounded, but he wouldn’t lie about this. he couldn’t. not when it was about you. not when he swore the first time he met you that he’d do whatever it took to protect you. you were it for him, and he knew that the first time he’d laid his eyes on you. he’d be damned if he lost you again. 

“dean, i will crawl down to hell myself just to drag you back up, and you will wish i was as gentle as a hell hound if you even think about dying on me. again,” you joked, though you were half serious. dean chuckled causing you to grin at him. you pulled dean into your arms, and eventually, he allowed himself to relax fully into you. his body weight on you was comforting.

“i mean it, dean. you’re stuck with me. i don’t believe in that ‘til death do us part’ bullshit. you are half of my soul. i will always need you,” you murmured against his shoulder. 

“sweetheart, not even hell could keep me away from you. i will always find my way home to you,” dean confided. he burrowed his head into the crook of your neck, but you still felt the warm tears soaking into your exposed skin. you squeezed dean tighter prompting him to do the same. 

dean’s warm hands clutched onto any part of you he could. curling your fingers around his hair, you placed soft kisses to the top of his head. dean’s was sure you could feel his heart beat in your chest with how hard he was pressing his body to yours. you didn’t mind. you only hoped he could feel how yours was beating for him. 

dean knew in his heart that he wouldn’t feel like this forever, but he couldn’t help the tremors that shivered through him every single time his brain plagued him with the thought of leaving you. 

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Secrets (D.W. x Reader)

Dean Winchester x Female! Reader Request: Could I make a supernatural request? Reader has written in her diary about her crush on dean and doesn't know he feels the same way. Jack doesn't know what a diary is and finds it sitting with a bunch of books or something and reads it. Since he doesn't know what the book is he reads a few passages out loud to the brothers. The reader probably gets pissed off and Dean says how he feels.

Warnings: Angst, Reader is mean to jack a little. Overall pretty fluffy. Rating: Anyone can read this!

A/N: I am accepting a supernatural tag list, if you like to join please leave a comment or send an ask! I also am still accepting Requests!

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It has now been days since you have had a case. This means you got a very long break that you deserved. The bunker was nice and quiet, for the first time in a very long time.

You were sitting at the table with Sam, Jack, and Dean. Writing in your diary. Yes, you understood that having a diary was kinda...childish. But, did you care? No. It helped you cope with everything that has been thrown at you over the years of hunting. It also helped you talk about the feelings you've had for a certain green-eyed hunter.

You have known Dean for about two years now and met through Jody Mills. During these two years, you both have been through quite a bit throughout the time you have known each other. Such as Dean with the Mark of Cain, demon Dean, Amara, British Men of Letters (They were so annoying).

Now we are now raising Jack a Nephilim, son of Lucifer. He looked like he was sixteen, but was technically only two months old. Very bizarre I know. It was challenging, to say the least. Teaching him everything he needs to know at a quick pace wasn't ideal. But, Jack was a kid. A very powerful kid, but a kid.

Jack was sitting across from you trying to help Sam do research about a ghoul, Sam wanted to take him on a case soon so he could learn the ways to hunt. Dean was beside you eating the burger he made earlier and reading an article on the news website, you decided to take your time and write in your diary.

There wasn't a day that you didn't go out to write in your diary. You wrote in it so much that even Sam and Dean picked up on your routine. You close your diary and lay it on the table, stand up from the table, and walk to the kitchen for a drink. When you walk to the kitchen you see the huge mess that Dean has made in there. For one burger, that man was messier than a two year old.

You could see the sliced-up tomato guts on the cutting board, lettuce leaves, and onion all around the table and on the floor.

"Dammit, Dean." You laugh seeing his mess before you grabbed the broom and cleaned the floor. Wiping all the tomato, lettuce, and onion remains off the floor and into the garbage can.

After you cleaned that mess up, you walked over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. Afterward, you walked down the hallway to hear Jack speaking, "I have no idea why I have been feeling like this lately. My feelings for him have become stronger and stronger that I can't even stand going on cases anymore to see him get hurt."

What is Jack even talking about? Does he have feelings for someone? But, he doesn't even know or understand how relationships work. He has only been on this earth for two months.

You walked faster down the hall to see Jack sitting beside Sam with your diary, but before you can say a word he read more.

"I really like Dean. There I said it. I like Dean Winchester. I fear losing him to a hunt and can't bear with losing him to a monster. I liked him for a few years now, but I have been too afraid to say anything. I'm sure by how Dean would rather be with other women that he doesn't feel the same about me. Plus, I wouldn't want to lose our friendship over my childish crush."

Before Sam had a say in anything, you were already crossing the room to Jack. Snatching your journal away. Your open water bottle was on the floor, spilled.

"Do you know that it isn't nice to read someone's diary?!" You yell at Jack. Jack holds his hands up, "Y/n, I didn't know. It was on the table with the other books. I thought it was re-"

You cut Jack's sentence off, "Research?? Really? What's your excuse? You see me write in it EVERY DAY Jack! How could you not pick up that it's something personal! Oh, wait. You're a little baby in the body of a sixteen-year-old!" You slam your book down in front of him, "Go ahead and read the rest. You read enough already!"

Jack had his head down hearing you yell at him while Sam and Dean looked at you and him. You know Jack didn't know what it was. But, you felt betrayed and hurt by the fact that now my secret crush was out. Dean knew. You could feel all the eyes on you and your own eyes burned. Tears were gonna start falling soon. You left the room and went down the hallway to your room and slammed your door shut.

You lay down on your bed and sighed. Hiding your face with your hands and sobbing. You could never look at Dean or Sam again. You got up and started packing your clothes. Everything was over. The friendships you built. Gone. The years of working with them—him was over after everything you've been through.

A knock on the door broke you out of your thought. You wiped the tears from your face and opened the door to see Dean leaning on the doorway in his red henley and blue jeans.

"Hey." He spoke looking at you, "Can I come in?"

You open the door wide enough to allow Dean in, he walks in and rubs his head with his hand while you closed the door.

"What do you want D?"

Dean took a breath before he spoke, "Look. You were really hard on Jack. He didn't know. He is just a kid."

You nod your head at Dean, understanding what he said. "Yeah. I know. I'm gonna to apologize to him later. I am just mad." You look at your feet not looking at his face.

Dean looked at your partially packed suitcase and sighed, "I understand why you are mad. But, I came to talk to you because I need-Dammit I ain't good at this." He took a breath before he spoke again, "Ilikeyoutoo."

He said that sentence so fast you couldn't quite make out what he said. You look at him confused and step closer to him, "What?"

Dean sighs and takes a step forward, "Screw it." He takes your face in his hand and kisses you.

His lips were soft but you could feel the passion behind them, You stood there for a moment letting Dean kiss you before you returned the kiss giving the same passion he was giving you.

It felt like pure bliss while the kiss lasted. You never wanted it to stop.

Dean pulled away, his hands still on your face holding it gently. He looked you in the eyes. His green ones are full of emotion and devotion for you.

"Do you get what I am saying now? I don't want you to go." Dean said, his eyes never leaving yours. You smile up at Dean.

"I never will go."

#supernatural #dean winchester smut #dean winchester #spn fandom #dean winchester x reader #dean x you #supernatural headcanon #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #supernatural smut #supernatural drabble #jensen ackles #sam and dean #spn aesthetic #jack kline #supernatural fluff #team free will 2.0 #team free will #dean x reader #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester angst #dean winchester x female!reader #jack kilne #deanwinchester #dean angst #dean winchester imagine

[heyitsme1040]

The Road Ahead [d.w]

summary : Getting ready to go on the road with Dean, the only unusual thing is that it isn’t for a hunt. Your excitement is hard to contain, having no idea where the road will take the two of you. These moments are unforgettable, so different from anything you’ve experienced with him before.   

pairings : Dean Winchester x Reader

warnings : None, (If I missed anything please let me know!)

word count : 530

AO3 (x)

a/n : The third bonus Comfortember post is here! This one is based on the alternate prompt of ‘travel’. These are just glimpses of what I imagine a road trip with Dean would be like if there wasn’t the pressure of a hunt weighing on the two of you. 

“Are we forgetting anything?” You look across the hood of Baby to Dean.

“We’ve got our bags, your camera and film, a small bag of weapons just in case, and a cooler filled with snacks and water,” Dean lists off. “What else could we need?”

“I just feel like we’re forgetting something. Did you charge your phone?”

“Sweetheart, relax. Yes, I charged my phone. I also have a battery pack just in case either of us need to recharge our phone. Anything we could have possibly forgotten can be bought.”

“You’re right,” you shake your hands out. “Sorry, I’m just nervous. And excited. They’re conflicting emotions.”

Dean walked around the hood of Baby, grabbing your hands. “Take a deep breath, you’re fine. You don’t need to worry about a thing. Everything is alright.”

You take a deep breath, nodding. You knew Dean was right. There was no reason to be worried. Everything was fine, you and Dean weren’t going on a hunt. You didn’t need to make sure you had everything. Blowing the breath out, you smile up at Dean. 

“Thank you,” you swing your linked hands. 

Dean smiles back, leaning down he opens your door. Gently guiding you in, he kisses your forehead briefly before closing your door. You watch as he strides to the driver’s side, gets in, and starts the car. 

You weren’t sure what was more enjoyable on your travels. The long stretches of open road, or seeing what the towns and cities had to offer. 

On the stretches where there was nothing, the windows were rolled down and the music turned all the way up. Dean’s music was the kind you couldn’t help but sing along with. Sometimes the singing devolved into yelling the lyrics at each other between fits of giggles. You rarely got to see Dean in this relaxed state, and you couldn’t get enough of it. He resembled the Dean you’d always heard about in fond memories the boys would retell. 

The small towns you came across were either run down or quaint. The occasional motel was where a room would be rented. There was never much to do in these towns but pass through. You’d stop for the night and get dinner at the local diner to bring to the room. On the way out of town you’d fill Baby at the only gas station while Dean quickly went inside to buy some drinks and snacks. 

The times you found yourself in a bigger city, Dean always made a point to stop for a day or two. Getting to play tourist was fun. You’d grab your instant camera and roam the streets with Dean holding your hand the whole way. There were unique stores, aquariums, hotels, and tourist attractions all documented by you. Every picture either you or Dean dated and wrote where it was taken before putting it in the box you had under your seat. 

The two weeks you were gone seemed both too long and yet far too fast an experience. Getting back to the bunker, you were glad to return to your own bed yet missed the idea of waking up to a new adventure every day. 

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#fanfiction #fanfic blog #fanfiction writer #comfortember 2023 #comfortember #comfort fic #supernatural x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester

[uwmspeccoll]

Publishers' Binding Thursday

Since it's the beginning of the semester we're sharing an educational book that will help you reach your Language Goals just like the fellow on the cover. Language Goals was written by Dr. Henry G. Paul, professor of the "teaching of English" at University of Illinois, and W.D. Miller, "Formerly Superintendent of Schools, Easthampton, Mass." I've shared several of this sort of book here and for most of them it's been difficult to find anything out about the authors, as is the case here. However, we do know that the publisher, Lyons & Carnahan, was a textbook publisher based in Chicago and published this book in 1931.

The book's cover features some tree or leaf (?) like designs in columns on either side of a man with his arms triumphantly raised atop a long staircase or pyramid. This book has some personal touches to it that we can only assume were added by the person whose name adorns the flyleaf: Russell Frank Engstrom. We also know Engstrom's address (2447 North 62nd Street, Wauwatosa, WI), home room (116) and English teacher (Miss Macdonald, Room 117). There is also a little doodle of a man labeled "Uncle Sam" and written on the foreedge is "R.E. L J.M." and "J.R. L D.W." I can only assume the Ls stand for "loves."

When we preserve books we sometimes also get to preserve some stories or memory of the people who owned them. In this case, the fact that Russell Engstrom of Wauwatosa loved somebody with the initials J.M. when he was in junior high in 1931 gives us the idea that maybe junior high has always been about crushes and who likes who.

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-- Alice, Special Collections Department Manager

#Publishers' Binding Thursday #Publishers' bindings #Language Goals #Dr. Henry G. Paul #W.D. Miller #Lyons & Carnahan #junior high #english #educational books #Historical Curriculum Collection

[greta-flanveet]

easter bunny d.w.

Summary: You and Danny celebrate Easter with your family.

Warnings: fluff, dad!Danny, some kissing

Word Count: 809

A/N: This is the first thing I've written in a really long time, almost a year probably. Happy Easter to those who celebrate!

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You were tying a ribbon on a green, Dino covered Easter basket when a loud crinkle ripped through your bedroom. Turning to Danny, you tried to shush him through your own giggles. He had unwrapped one of the small toys a little too aggressively, causing your focused silence to be interrupted. Unfortunately, your urgency for quiet only made him laugh harder.

"Danny it's..." You checked the time. "10 p.m. and the kids are trying to sleep!" You whispered.

He rolled his eyes and handed the last Easter basket to you. Smiling, you tied the handle with a big ribbon and sighed. The two of you decided to procrastinate on putting together baskets this year and, by some miracle, were able to finish before the big day. Danny dramatically collapsed onto the carpet and wiped the imaginary sweat from his brow.

"I wish I'd known you were a drill sergeant when I married you, honey." He teased, making you both snort out stifled laughter.

"Shut up." You denied. Danny had a point, though. When it came to anything revolving around gifts or holiday surprises, you were a bit of a perfectionist. You tried not to be difficult and, despite his teasing, Danny was always eager to help you make things special for your kids.

The two of you sat in silence for a minute, admiring your work or staring at the ceiling before you rolled over to look at your husband.

"Baby?" You whispered.

"Yes, my love." Danny said, biting back another laugh.

"Stop it," you teased. "Do you want to hide the baskets?"

"Sure." He said, grabbing your face and giving you a kiss. "I'll be right back!"

Danny disappeared with the three baskets and tiptoed through the halls. When he returned about five minutes later, he had a big smile on his face. You had cleaned up the trash and made your way into bed for the night. Danny quietly shut the door and flopped down next to you.

"Thank you for the help, baby." You said, turning off the lights.

"You're welcome. I can't wait to see their excitement in the morning." He sighed out, pulling you to his body.

Soon enough, you were both fast asleep, snoring and awaiting the sound of your kids waking you up.

---

The next morning, you were woken up by your son excitedly shaking you awake.

"Mommy!" he called, rubbing your arm.

"Hmmm?" You mumbled, still half asleep.

"The Easter Bunny came!" Just as you opened your eyes, you saw his little hands balled up into excited fists. Your heart swelled.

"Oh my gosh!" You said excitedly. "We should tell daddy, don't you think?"

Rolling over, you nudged Danny. He wouldn't budge.

"Okay, bubba, I think you need to try. Daddy is sleeping like a log." You watched as your son practically sprinted to his side of the bed, vibrating with joy.

"Dad! Daddy." He rubbed Danny's arm as well, slowly waking him up.

"What's up, dude." Danny groaned, stretching out his arms.

"The Easter Bunny came!" Danny's eyes lit up and he turned to you, beaming.

"Did he really?" He smiled. Your son nodded and Danny got out of bed. "We should help your sisters find their baskets, don't you think?" He asked, following your son into the hallway.

You got out of bed soon after, watching as Danny helped the kids hunt for their baskets as if he hadn't hidden them the night before. Your kids sat down with their baskets, comparing toys and trading candy while you and Danny worked on breakfast in the kitchen.

"Baby, they're so excited." You sighed. You watched Danny smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"What can I say? I'm a genius." He joked, kissing your forehead.

"Don't forget who helped you last night." You joked back, kissing his cheek.

"Ew! Mommy kissed Daddy on the cheek!" Your oldest girl shouted, crunching up her face.

"Just wait until you're all mommies and daddies, then it won't be gross any more!" Said Danny, laughing.

The kids went back to playing and the two of you finished cooking and set the table. You made everyone's plates and started brewing coffee for Danny and yourself. Danny returned from finishing the table and cornered you by the coffee machine.

"What?" You asked, wrapping your hands around the back for his neck.

"I'm so grateful for our little family." He said. "I'm grateful for you."

"Danny," you whispered. "You are the best dad to these kids. This morning wouldn't have been so magical for them without you."

He blushed and leaned down, kissing your nose and then your lips.

"I love you." You said as he pulled you in for a tight hug.

"I love you more." Danny whispered, kissing you again before you both watched your kids eat their breakfasts together.

#danny wagner #danny gvf #danny wagner imagine #danny gvf imagine #danny wagner fluff #danny gvf fluff #danny wagner fic #danny gvf fic #greta van fleet #gvf #greta van fleet imagine #gvf imagine #greta van fleet fluff #gvf fluff #greta van fleet fic #gvf fic #imagine #fluff #fic

[ijustwantanswers]

The content for 1991 Darkwing & 2017 Darkwing meeting each other is shocking low. So I guess I should make some content of it… (this may be slightly confusing to read at times)

“Today has been rough… the crime rate is still so low…” (2017) Darkwing said

“Well, mayor owlson is doing her job properly and well.” (2017) Gosalyn said

“Don’t worry, Drake I’m sure crime will be rampant soon enough.” (2017) Launchpad said

They were coming back their base after a false lead in a St.Canard garbage dump, something about Ramrod going off, despite it being destroyed.

They entered the tower, Darkwing headed the couch, sighing.

“Uhh, doesn’t the base look off?” Gosalyn asked

Darkwing looked around, his technology had a serious downgrade and colors were a bit dull.

“Uhh? Launchpad did you do something?” He asked

“No way D.W., I like the base the way it was”

Suddenly they heard voices coming up to the tower.

“I told you already, no it’s too dangerous!” A voice said

“But, Dad… I saved you so many times I am capable.” Someone replied

“As long as you are under my roof-“ they said back

Darkwing, Gosalyn, and Launchpad were on their toes, had someone found their base? They were ready to defend “their” base. Yet what they did not expect was to see three very familiar looking people. One of this familiar people spotted Darkwing and instead rushed towards him.

“How did you find my base? Negaduck!” (1991) D.W exclaimed

“Your base? This is my base, and who is Negaduck?” Darkwing asked

“Don’t play dumb with me, negaduck!” D.W said

“I think you-“ before Darkwing could finish his respond D.W. attacked him and Darkwing fought back. Meanwhile the other duck in room talked to each other.

“Keen Gear! Are you clone of me? Oh are you made of slime then? You looked cool!” (1991) Gos said

“Uh, Hi? No, I am not a clone or made of slime. Why are in our base?” Gosalyn said

“Your base? This is my- I mean Darkwing duck’s base.” Gos said

“Yeah, I know, I worked with him.” Gosalyn replied

“I never seen you around him, hmm oh maybe Honker will know what’s going on., i asked when I get chance to” Gos said

“Who?” Gosalyn asked

“He is my good friend, now tell me how did you get here?” Gos said

“Well-

—-

Launchpad walked up to Launchpad.

“Hi, I am Launchpad, driver & pilot to Scrooge Mcduck, sidekick of Darkwing Duck, and best friend of Dewy Duck. I like your hat!” (2017) Launchpad said

“Thanks, your hat is pretty great to! I am Launchpad as well, previously driver & pilot to Scrooge Mcduck too, current sidekick of Darkwing Duck, and I used to know the triplets too.” (1991) LP said

Suddenly, a voiced called out “Launchpad, help me catch this villain!” D.W called out

“No, Launchpad help me!” Darkwing called out

Both Launchpads came over, pulling the Darkwing away from each other.

D.W. was dragged away by his Launchpad, he thought to himself. “I don’t think he Negaduck, he would pulled out a chainsaw or bombs or something to harm me by now…”

“Who are you?” D.W asked Darkwing

“I’m the terror the flaps in night, I am the-” Darkwing started

“Ahh, I see your a fan of me! Fans are not allowed in my tower, Gosalyn was this your doing?” D.W. said

“I only did one time, (well that you know of). But Darkwing, I think these might different versions of us. That are stuck here ” Gos said

“No, that ridiculous… D.W. looked at the copies around him! That’s it you guys are different versions of us?” D.W. said proudly

“What she said that!” Gosalyn said pointing to Gos.

Gos replied with “ he always like this, don’t worry.”

“Yes, what they said, we are different versions of you… really?” Darkwing said looking at his Gosalyn

“I think so, it explains why the bad looks different and why we look similar to them.” Gosalyn said

“Hmm okay.” Darkwing said

“Don’t worry, less superior version of me, I will find a way to help you out this dimension!” D.W. said

Darkwing shook this head, he thought to himself “This version of me, reminds a lot of Darkwing I grew up with… but he has a Launchpad and Gosalyn, jeez I hope we can find out what really happened.”

——-

Somewhere in bad parts of St.Canard

“So, your telling me, there are other versions of me in different universes, including you.” A familiar gruff voice said

“Yes, yet with every version of me there are seems to be a Darkwing!” A similar sounding voice said

“Darkwing! I can’t stand him! If I could get hands of him…” they replied

“If you take care of my Darkwing, I will take of yours.” The familiar voice said

“DEAL!” They said immediately

The two yellow-dressed ducks shook hands snickering, yet both of had one hand behind their back crossed.

—————

Some other things, I thought about but didn’t put in. The Gosalyns talking about their grandfathers, DT Gos noticing that DW Gos calls DW Dad. The Darkwing talking and hating Gizmoduck, expect DT17 likes Fenton and DW D.W disliking him. The Launchpad being stupid, at least D.W. Launchpad can fly better than DT17. And also DW Darkwing finding out in another dimension being a T.V. Show, And DT17 excluding the part of actor who tried to kill him and lack of the actors fame and money. Lastly, about Morgana.

#darkwing duck #negaduck #ducktales 2017 #jim starling

[steel-heart]

Let's go on ahead an' say I'm a truck driver with some deliveries t' make. Yeah, that's a good story. Let's go with th't.

Not t' inconspicuously hop topics, but if you're ever gon' move out t' th' countryside, find a place with good neighbors an' build a strong relationship with 'em. Help 'em with them buildin' their fence, watchin' th' kids or dogs, givin' 'em a cup of sugar when they holler, all of that.

I don't care where y'a move but havin' a good trustworthy bunch of neighbors is what'll carry y'a much further th'n some solar panels an' shit in th' long run. Wishin' y'a luck in your daydreamin' bout breakin' th' fucking chains of capitalism.

- D.W.

Huh... good neighbourly connections. That seems almost whimsical, being used to antisocial city life. Thanks for the advice, I suppose?

#text log

[3score11poet]

Tea Time Emotiku

LEISURE, 07/11/2023

Hop to it, she screams / as if I live 'lone for her / Relax. Calm down. Rest! © keefderpoet, 2023

"In playing, and perhaps only in playing, the child or adult is free to be creative." D.W. Winnicott

I find it hard to relax. Well, it isn't hard for me, to be honest. But it's hard for my wife. The sight of someone enjoying quiet time when she can see dust (that often no one else can) is just too much for her. Her monkey-brain runs 24/7. She can't help it. It's her illness, and all I can do is be patient with her. She has learned that not everyone sees dirt as a 3 alarm crisis in need of tending. We're getting there, she and I. Leisure is a gift I hope she will someday enjoy. keefderpoet

#tea time emotiku #leisure #recovery

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Wednesday 17 August 1836

8 ¼

12

no kiss fine morning but dullish and windy and F59° at 9 ¼ - breakfast - Abraham Holt and William Parkinson came at 10 - A- paid the latter for fixtures and received his rent (for the Travellers Inn) from 1 May last to 1 September next and thus settled the matter - they had not been gone when Mr. Washington came - A- mentioned having settled with Parkinson and read him (SW-) the copy of Mr. Lister’s letter to Captain Sutherland as received from Mrs. Sutherland on Sunday - SW- thought if Mr. Lister left his house, he would not be recompensed for what he had laid out - i.e. £120 - £38 allowed at the time out of rent - I said the best way would be to get some indifferent person to value Mr. Listers premises, and then to see whether the value of rent above what he has paid in rent since 1831 (now 5 years) added to the allowance would not be very nearly recompense, if not quite - he has had the premises for £30 per annum A- paying the 5 or 6 pounds per annum taxes.:. he has had  the premises for £24 or £25 per annum - are they not worth £45 per annum the tenant paying taxes? - when I said ‘then Mr. Washington, you do not think Mr. Lister recompensed!’ - W- answered ‘I will consider about it’ - at the Lodge and with the workmen out from about 11 or after till the men went to dinner when A- came to me - walked with her in the garden perhaps about ½ hour - felt weak and tired - sat with her while she had a glass of wine and a biscuit - then at my desk calculating the worth of Lower brea, and expense to be incurred at Hill top till out again about 3 - Robert + Wood, Matthew and Jack at wheeling soil or to the Lower fishpond embankment till after drinking (4pm) then took them all off to help John Booth and Sam at dressing up the strawberry bank between middle garden door and the rocks - Booth + 3 masons at the west tower - no mason at the house or outbuildings - Robert Schofield and Joseph Sharp riddling sand at the Lodge gate - Frank fetching rag-troughs from Hipperholme quarry for Booth - found fault this morning with the plasterer’s lathing for underdrawing at the Lodge - Benjamin Fletcher and his friend Mr. Flather came at 5 ½ and staid till 7 5 pm - long and useless talk, for I had made up my mind and would not give in - Benjamin F- liked to have new house and barn but thought I should make him an allowance for pulling down the 3 old cottages - begged hard for my taking off 50/. and letting the rent be £52.10.0 instead of £55. at last I was ‘very stupid there was no bargaining with me’ and I told him he was very right - he had pothered me long enough - I could not stand it much longer and he must make up his mind either to take the farm on my terms or let it alone - at last, he agreed - I am to build a new barn, and new house with 2 rooms on a floor - to clear out the water place and put down a pump, and divide the 9D.W. field into 3 - he thought Mark Hepworth was laying too little lime on the field - hardly 2 dozen per D.W. wanted 2 ½ dozen per D.W. to which I agreed - I went out for a minute or two to ask John Booth how much lime my uncle used to lay on a D.W. - could not find John - but agreed to the 2 ½ dozen and said  if I could leave one of the old cottages and have room enough for the new building I would - heartily tired of this long talk - dinner at 7 5 coffee - A- read her French - with my aunt from about 9 ½ to 10 ¼ - having read the newspaper - then wrote the above of today till 11 at which hour F52° fine day - letter tonight from Mrs. Wilmott ‘Chedesden’ near Derby - very good character of Sarah Whiteley

[withinthe-mind]

UNI STUDENTS, LISTEN UP!

We know who you are based on your dorm room…

Whether you’re freshly starting university, or entering your last year, dorm life is a big part of the whole University experience! Despite how nerve-wracking it may be, being able to decorate your own room to your taste has to be the best part. But what if this blog could predict you, your social life and personality based on your room decorations? Let’s begin…. 

The Psychology of Belonging

Leaving home for some can be scary, a place that holds all your favourite possessions and so many memories. Some may choose to leave everything behind as a reminder of childhood, I know when moving to University I left my beloved trinkets at home! Some research such as Russell Belks study highlight the importance of our possessions related to curating our own identities. Evidence had suggested that our understanding of our own identities are quite fragile, yet surrounding ourself with items with significant meaning can help strengthen the sense of self. This means that items that may seem meaningless to bring to University, such as that one boy band poster or stack of CDs actually may help you carry on the identity your curated while a t home, ultimately aiding the transition into University life Identities are integral to our personal and social lives, they allow us to connect with others and often form relationships. 

In addition, identities are scaffolded through likes and dislikes, many we display through decorations. Researchers such as Duncan and Duncan 1947 correlated losing the items we hold close as an entire loss of self, as if we’re missing a piece of our extended self. For instance, losing a trinket holding a lot of memories e.g from a family holiday or a gift given by someone special can have negative impacts on our mental health mimicking the real feelings of loss. Consider this when deciding what to take, University is a new situation for many of us, so exaggerating the feelings of loss may make your experience less enjoyable.

The Personal Living Space Cue Inventory (PLSCI) was created by Gosling et al., to measure reoccurring themes in personal spaces such as dorm and bedrooms. Finding that those with many posters or photos were regarded as highly decorated supporting the ideas that a personal living space supports the idea of safety, continuity and self-representation and often are the hub for regulating social interactions. So again this may prove the idea that our identities are directly impacted by our surroundings, in this instance boosting social skills as peoples room decorations can be a point of interest and friendships may flurry from these interactions as well as again regulating our own self image.

Theories have been created from research such as the Interactionalist theory (Buss 1987 and Synder & Ickes 1985) that place important on social environments such as friendship groups to reinforce crafted physical areas that reflect who we are. 

Your personality is complex

Quickly, a Introduction to The Big 5 Personality!

Often considered the fundementals of personality in Psychology, people are measured on these scales to predict how they may think or act

Openness- curiosity and creativity

Conscientiousness- organised and dependable

Extroversion- seeking company of others

Agreeableness- trusting and affectionate

Neuroticism- disposition to stress

The Big 5 Personality Traits (D.W. Fiske 1949) are often used in psychology to explain life outcomes, our responses to social situations and generally who we are as a person and our dorm room décor may to influenced by these traits. 

These examples come from results in Goslings and Sei Jin Ko ‘A Room With a Cue’ study! 

If you strive to have a neat and clean room, perfectly organised and always presentable you’re more than likely high in Conscientiousness. This is due to the personalities strive for perfection and seeking a dependable external view of themselves.

Those who enjoy expressing their favourite interests such as books and CDs are shown to be high in Openness to Experience, being able to appreciate the small things and take enjoyment out of discovering more about themselves. 

For Neuroticism it is important to note that this trait is not inherently negative nor has a predisposition to anti-social behaviour as seen in Harrison Goughs study into this trait. In this context, Neuroticism may be seen to be unorganised or messy, yet is proven to be high in those with increased anxiety levels and may be suggested to take some time and redecorate your room. University is a stressful time and having a safe environment to return too after a long day of lectures is exactly what these people need.

So, how should you decorate your room?

The choices are endless, decorate however you wish too. Stigma may surround certain choices but that does not limit you to one design- whether you cover your walls in boy band posters or bring the bare essentials, the choice is yours. Make the most out of the new environment and have fun!

Check out these links for more on the studies and evidence suggested in the article:

References

(PDF) Possessions as the Extended Self. (n.d.). ResearchGate. https://www.researchgate.net/publication/24098554_Possessions_as_the_Extended_Self

APA PsycNet. (n.d.). Psycnet.apa.org. Retrieved December 7, 2023, from https://psycnet.apa.org/record/1955-04468-001

Gosling, S. D., Craik, K. H., Martin, N. R., & Pryor, M. R. (2005). The Personal Living Space Cue Inventory. Environment and Behavior, 37(5), 683–705. https://doi.org/10.1177/0013916504274011

Gosling, S. D., Ko, S. J., Mannarelli, T., & Morris, M. E. (2002). A room with a cue: Personality judgments based on offices and bedrooms. Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, 82(3), 379–398. https://doi.org/10.1037/0022-3514.82.3.379

Matthews, G., Deary, I., & Whiteman, M. (n.d.). The nature of personality traits -Personality Traits, Third Edition Introduction: conceptions of traits. http://static.booktopia.com.au/pdf/9780521716222-1.pdf

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Paul Harris confirms what we already know: fictions arouse emotions even when recognized to be fictional. Invented persons are vehicles of emotion that we seem to need. Like the imaginary mothers and fathers and siblings of children's play, the imagined persons of novels are freighted with desire, admiration, fear.

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Fictional characters make a difference because they acknowledge and dramatize how tenuous our hold on one another is. They offer us some compensation for the total lack of communication, the blockage of full transparency, in human interaction. That's not to say that fictional beings are always easy to penetrate, or that they don't have zones of opacity that never yield to analysis, as in the case of Lucy Snowe. But we have to hand, in the novel itself, all that can be known about them, and if we are persistent readers, we will know these persons as fully as they can be known. If this represents the "escape" of fiction, a turning away from the real world, it is an escape inward, into greater knowledge and more perfect communication.

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Since art is of no obvious use, an adaptive biological explanation doesn't help much, though of course efforts have been made to show how art and literature benefit cognition and social adaption. I find it more productive to start from an older hypothesis: Friedrich Schiller's claim that art belongs to teh "play drive," which is what mediates between the form drive an the send drive.

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"Let's pretend" seems to be a statement and a state of mind ...

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D.W. Winnicott's classic Playing and Reality -- an illuminating account of the nature and uses of play

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Henry James, The Turn of the Screw:

The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless

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We have fictions in order not to die of the forlornness of our condition in the world. That fiction-making is a form of play that is crucial to our survival because it is crucial to our capacity to understand our place int eh world. The capacity to speak fictionally, in an imaginative "as if," forms part of human language capability. it may be that all language is unrelated to the real, solely a house that humans have built in order to shelter within the real. That we cannot determine. But to the extent we have language, we necessarily have fictions, good and bad, as part for our discursive capability.

#books #seduced by story

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Envy and Jealousy in a Caring Relationship | Solh Wellness

Envy and jealousy are complex emotions that may ruin long-term relationships. While they are commonly perceived as negative and destructive, they can encourage growth, deepen emotional relationships, and increase self-awareness when properly understood and managed.

Here, we'll look at how envy and jealousy affect romantic relationships and whether they're beneficial or destructive.

Envy

Because it entails seeking something that the other already has, envy may be a damaging feeling in caring relationships. This applies to all types of close relationships, including familial bonds, friendships, and sexual interactions.

Envy, according to Sigmund Freud and D.W. Winnicott, can be a natural and healthy emotion, especially during normal early development.

Envy can also be used to motivate people to develop themselves and grow. 

When a partner admires their partner's achievements, abilities, or experiences, it may motivate them to pursue similar goals or develop appealing attributes.

Assume you have two best buddies who just graduated from university. One obtains a good job, while the other does not. This can lead to one of two kinds of envy. Envy may drive the second friend to break up with you. On the other hand, she may be even more motivated to achieve success and pursue her own interests. Envy was redirected into productive action and personal development in this situation

Jealousy

Jealousy can signal that something important in the relationship is at stake. While excessive jealousy can result in entitlement and control, moderate jealousy can result in a greater degree of transparency and emotional investment in the relationship.

Jealousy may suggest an individual's unmet emotional needs or underlying insecurities. Addressing jealousy can lead to more in-depth discussions about each other's feelings, desires, and concerns, resulting in a more complete awareness of each other's emotional worlds.

 Why one must acknowledge envy and jealousy

Envy and jealousy can be understood without making judgments, which can promote emotional closeness and openness in meaningful relationships. Partners may communicate their emotions honestly, which fosters trust and honesty.

Communicating openly helps to clear up misunderstandings and builds empathy because both partners can learn about each other's viewpoints and emotional experiences.

The need to distinguish healthy and unhealthy envy and jealousy

However, it is critical to distinguish between healthy displays of envy and jealousy and harmful actions fueled by insecurity and possessiveness. Envy and jealousy, if unchecked, can create a destructive relationship dynamic, destroying trust and emotional connection. Partners must realize the distinction and work together to find good solutions.

Management of Envy and Jealousy

To treat envy and jealousy effectively in caring partnerships, both partners must be supportive and receptive of each other's emotions.

Rather than becoming fearful or defensive, people can channel their emotions into chances for growth and mutual support.

Building a firm foundation of trust and security reduces the severity of these feelings and fosters a sense of safety inside the partnership.

Developing a sense of self-worth and confidence in each partner may also aid in the control of envy and jealousy. Self-assured people are less prone to be persuaded by jealously or threatened by external events.

Seeking professional treatment, such as couple's therapy, can be effective in overcoming envy and jealousy in caring relationships in some circumstances. A trained therapist can offer advice and support constructive discussions that lead to a better understanding of each partner's emotions and experiences.

Finally, in close relationships, envy and jealousy can be difficult feelings to manage. They can, however, provide enormous potential for personal growth, emotional connection, and friendship strengthening. 

Envy and jealousy can be transformed into catalysts for good development and a tighter connection when partners talk frankly, support each other's emotional needs, and preserve a sense of self-confidence. 

While jealousy and envy can be beneficial when managed constructively, excessive or uncontrollable expressions of these emotions can be detrimental to the relationship, underlining the importance of self-awareness and mutual respect in developing a healthy and successful connection.

Solh recognizes the significance of mental health, so we've compiled a list of fantastic self-help sites to help you improve your mental health. Journaling, goal planning, self-assessment tests, mood analysis, and a wide library of engaging knowledge are among the services we provide. By utilizing our comprehensive self-help tools, you can take control of your journey toward personal betterment and improved mental health.

#jealousy in relationship #envy in relationship #healthy jealousy #healthy jealousy in relationship #caring relationship

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Oscar Micheaux - First Black Film maker

Oscar Micheaux, the country's first major Black filmmaker, was a true pioneer of his time. Throughout his filmmaking career, he wrote and directed a total of 43 movies, which included 27 silent films and 16 sound features. Though not all of them were successful, some were so controversial that they were banned from theatres. Operating in the first half of the 20th century, Micheaux was committed to depicting contemporary Black life and complex characters in his films, countering the negative on-screen portrayal of Blacks at the time. His travels took him from Southern Illinois to the West, South America, and Europe, and his work and art brought him to live in Sioux City's West 7th Street neighbourhood.

Born in 1884, Micheaux had tried his hand at several vocations before embarking on a film career. After moving to Chicago from a small Illinois town at 17 years old, he shined shoes and worked in the meatpacking and steel industries before landing a job as a porter for the American railway system. This stable job allowed him to travel, save money, and make connections with wealthy people who later helped finance his films.

In 1904, Micheaux moved to South Dakota and became a successful homesteader amid a predominantly blue-collar white population. The government's Homestead Act allowed citizens to acquire a free plot of land to farm, but discrimination kept many Blacks from pursuing a homestead. Micheaux began writing about his experiences on the frontier, submitting articles to the press as well as writing novels. After setting up his own film and book publishing company, Michaeux released The Homesteader in 1919, a silent black-and-white film that featured a Black man who enters a rocky marriage with a Black woman played by the pioneering African American actress Evelyn Preer. The film received critical acclaim for depicting realistic relationships between Black and white people, with one critic calling it a "historic breakthrough, a creditable, dignified achievement."

Micheaux followed up his successful production with his second film, Within Our Gates (1920), seeking to challenge the heavy-handed racist stereotypes shown in D.W. Griffith's film The Birth of a Nation. In his films, the first by a Black American to be shown in white movie theatres, Micheaux portrayed racial injustice suffered by Black Americans, delving into topics such as lynching, job discrimination, and mob violence. Given the restrictions of the time, Micheaux's prolific career was ground-breaking.

Micheaux died in 1951 at the age of 67 while on a business trip, but his legacy lived on. Not only did his work empower African Americans and help break stereotypes, but it also influenced other filmmakers. Spike Lee, John Singleton, and Melvin VanPeebles often credit Micheaux as one of their greatest influences and as a true film pioneer. Today, Micheaux is recognized as a man ahead of his time, whose films challenged negative portrayals of Black people and contributed to the progress of the film industry.

HR - ( naacp.org. (n.d.). Oscar Micheaux | NAACP. [online] Available at: https://naacp.org/find-resources/history-explained/civil-rights-leaders/oscar-micheaux#:~:text=Micheaux%20used%20his%20films%2C%20the.)

HR - (Oscar (2016). Sioux City Public Museum. [online] Sioux City Public Museum. Available at: https://www.siouxcitymuseum.org/history-website/micheaux-oscar#:~:text=Not%20only%20did%20Micheaux.)

HR - (Chester J. Fontenot. “Oscar Micheaux, Black Novelist and Film Maker” Vision and Refuge: Essays on the Literature of the Great Plains. University of Nebraska Press, 1982, pp. 109-25.)

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