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Blaze of glory - Kinktober 7

Summary: You’re glad to be alive.

Summary: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: near-death experience, death of the monster of the week, blood, gore, grumpy Dean, light smut, unprotected sex, glad-to-be-alive sex, kinda reunion sex, quickie, a little fun, banter

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Blaze of glory.

Dean always hoped he’d go down like this. A gun in his hand, and a smirk on his lips. Just like in the old Western movies, he loves so much.

The hero comes out to fight the big bad guy threatening to burn the town down.

At least he tries to pretend he’s the hero, and this is the way to go down. He presses his hand to the wound on his arm. It’s bleeding heavily, but he’s got no time to waste.

If he wants to take the monsters with him, Dean must get back up and fight. Even if it means wasting his last breath on a stinking pack of werewolves.

“Sonofabitch,” he curses when he slips on the floor and lands on his ass. His legs give in every time he tries to get back on his feet. “Fuck.

“Take this.”

His head snaps to the left when he hears someone else than the werewolves get closer. Three gunshots cut through the air, hitting one of the wolves wanting to attack him a second time right in the chest. The beast drops dead to the ground.

“Get up,” the voice yells in Dean’s direction. “I don’t have all day to save you, princess.”

Dean always expected to go down in a blaze of glory. He just didn’t expect to watch someone else steal his kill, and to bleed out on the ground while watching.

“Dude, did you not-“There’s commotion, and growls echo through the abandoned barn. Dean can barely see, as he slowly drifts into darkness. “Shit, keep your teeth out of my arm, bastard.”

Dean grunts as the head of a wolf ends up right next to him. He scrunches up his nose but can’t even push the head away.

“Get up, Winchester,” his head lolls back when hands grasp for him. He only hopes he dies before one of the furry beasts can turn him. “You sonofabitch!”

“Hands of my car!” Dean jolts up on the mattress, panting heavily. He squints as it’s bitch black inside the room. If it’s even a room. Or is it hell? “Where the fuck am I?”

“Welcome back among the living,” that voice again, he thinks as someone switches the lights on. He covers his eyes, groaning as the light is much too bright. “I thought you fucked yourself over for a minute.”

“What?” The hunter dips his head to glance at his arm. There is not even a scratch. “Fuck, no. Why didn’t you kill me?”

“Why?” You step toward the bed to look at him. “You still got all of your limbs, your head is still on top of your body, and you didn’t lose a single organ. You’re fine.”

“Did you forget everything you learned?” He growls, baring his teeth as he stares at your half-naked form. You’re only wearing a shirt, barely covering anything. “I was injured, deadly I may add. Now there’s not even a scratch.”

You chuckle. “You think you got turned?”

“Y/N, this isn’t funny. If you don’t end me now, I’ll lose control sooner than later and kill you. You don’t want to end with your heart missing, right?”

“Aw, you’re kind of cute when scared,” you dip your knee into the mattress. “You’re not going to turn into a wolf, Dean.” You purr the words as you push against his chest to climb on top of the hunter. “I wouldn’t mind if you get a little rough, but we will see.”

“What? I-“ Dean splutters. He can’t believe you start nipping at his neck while he fears the wolf in him will rip you apart. “Y/N this is insane. I’ll kill you. Please end me.”

“Dean, I’m trying to have glad-to-be-alive sex with you. Now shut up and get to work,” you straddle his lap and look down at Dean. “The wolf didn’t damage your dick, right? If so, I need to tell Castiel to heal your limp dick too.”

“Cas? Cas was here and…” Dean’s eyes darken, and he grunts. “You could’ve told me so!”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Running your hands over his chest you smirk. “What will you do about it, Winchester? How do you want to punish me?”

“I should kill you,” he flips you over before you get the chance to react. You don’t mind, though. As long as you get what you want, you’re game. “Maybe leave you here to think about your sins.”

“I saved your ass,” you sass as he settles between your legs. “Without me, you’d be a chewing toy for werewolves by now.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you,” he claims your lips roughly, leaving you no chance but to moan into his mouth. Your hands claw at his biceps, nails digging deep into his healed flesh. “And Cas saved me, not you.”

“I killed the wolves,” you move your hands to his waist to shove his boxers down. “And I brought you here. Without me, you’d be dead.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, now give me my reward. Fuck me, baby. Make me feel alive,” you breathe against his lips. “Or did you forget how to fuck me?”

The hunter doesn’t need much encouragement. He growls against your lips as he slips inside of you. Claiming your body as his.

Dean doesn’t waste another moment with foreplay or pleasantries. He knows that, if you’re in this mood you want it rough, and animalistic.

The bed starts creaking with every powerful thrust. “Harder. Faster.” You’re impatient and want to get off and feel alive. Dean doesn’t know it was a close call for you too. “Fuck me like you are not allowed to ever have sex again.”

You claw at his body, nails biting into his back as you try to meet his thrusts.

Dean buries his face in your neck, moaning your name while fighting his approaching high.

He’s so close to losing it too soon, and you don’t make things easier for him. You’re on the edge and pumped up from the fight. It doesn’t take you long to reach your high, triggering Dean’s orgasm when you tighten around him.

A good fight always arouses you. Especially when you get to save Dean Winchester.

“Fuck, that was fast, sweetheart,” Dean grunts. “I wanted this to last longer. Reunion sex and all.”

You grin. “You’re getting old, is all.”

“I should’ve bitten you,” he buries his face in your neck and sinks his teeth in your neck. “If I ever turn into a werewolf, I’ll bite your ass.”

“Bite my pussy and we are golden…”

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daughterofcain-67 · 6 months

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𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤

(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝: Dean Winchester + mistletoe + you'd make a cute elf = chef's kiss (@atrox-fortuna)

Hello sweetie! I absolutely loved this idea and had a great time writing this and I really hope you enjoy this! Thank you again for suggesting this idea, love! ❤️❤️❤️

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝: Oh okay. Dean Winchester and Beau Arlen for all of them. Secret Santa and you’d look cute as an elf for both. Sitting by a fire. Both. Yes to alllll (@hobby27)

Hi sweetness! I’ve got a number of ideas for both Beau and Dean but I hope you enjoy this one for “you’d make a cute elf” and I will be sure to tag you in other posts with Secret Santa and Sitting by a Fire! Thank you for your support, Love ❤️❤️❤️

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Christmas isn’t celebrated often by the Winchesters and it mostly depended on if they were tangled up in saving the world again or occupied with another hunt. This year, though, you wanted to make sure Sam and Dean would be able to celebrate the holidays and enjoy themselves for once.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: None, just a bunch of Christmas fluff!

The Holiday season seemed to be up in the air every year for the Winchesters. Sometimes they would be able to celebrate, other times they were typically on yet another hunt and they were neck deep in whatever they were doing to celebrate. Let’s say the average Christmas the Winchesters had was maybe once every five years or so.

This year, though, you were determined to give the Winchesters the best Christmas they’ve ever had, whether they were on a hunt or not. You noticed that in the three years that you’ve lived in the bunker with them, that they never even decorate! This would be your fourth Christmas with the brothers and you were determined for that to change.

This was your favorite time of the year, not that it was necessarily always wonderful like the song implied, but you were the type of person that liked to give gifts, you liked to surprise people. You wanted to surprise Sam and Dean and make them happy, give them something to look forward to even though they didn’t know they were supposed to look forward to something when they’d come home.

Dean, your boyfriend of a year and a half, and his little brother were off in Montana somewhere for a week for some hunt that they thought could be a Wendigo. You wouldn’t know the results of the hunt until they would come back but in the meantime, you had a mission of your own.

You took one of the bigger vehicles in the Bunker’s garage, one that had a big enough bed in the back to fit whatever decorations you needed. Of course you knew that you could always order offline, but you wanted to go out and about. There was just something different about shopping in person every once in a while that you enjoyed.

You found yourself at the nearest Walmart and you were glad that it was still early December so not all of the decorations were limited. You went to the holiday section in the store and saw all of the different ornaments and began to wonder what the boys would like.

“They’re all about flannel…” You spoke to yourself under your breath so you started to look at some red and black, possibly some silver ornaments. You saw some of those colors and you picked them up and put them in the cart you were pushing around. Then you came across the other ornaments that were a little more random, others would call them a little more personal.

Your eyes widened when you saw two specific animals, a moose and a squirrel. Both of them were wearing adorable little Christmas caps and you instantly picked them up and put them in the cart, knowing you couldn’t possibly pass those up. Then you saw a computer ornament that would be perfect for Sam, a pie for Dean, a pair of cowboy boots because you knew Dean liked his cowboys and western tings, then you picked up a magnifying glass for Sam since he liked true crime related things with serial killers and unsolved mysteries.

Then you were even able to find some ornaments for yours and the boys’ friends and you thought they would be good additions to the tree. You grabbed a fairy for Charlie since she liked fantasy, although you thought it would be better if it were a dragon or even a D20, but maybe you could find something like that online if you changed your mind later down the road. For Jody Mills, you found a star since she was a sheriff. For Garth, you found a little wolf since he was a lycanthrope now. As for some of your other friends, you would need to shop online for some of their ornaments such as Castiel. You thought it would be a little too cliche to get angel wings as Cass’ ornament, but maybe a trenchcoat? Or possibly a giraffe since you knew Crowley had called him that once or maybe twice.

Along with the ornaments, you grabbed some red and silver garland and you even found some red cardinals that you thought were adorable, so you picked up a few of those as well. They were one of your favorite birds especially since you liked the meaning behind them and what it meant when one would visit you.

While you were on the hunt for any other decorations for the bunker, you could hear your phone ringing. You pulled out the device from your pocket and smiled when you saw Charlie’s name pop up on the screen. You answered the call instantly and held up the phone to your ear, “Hey, Stranger!”

“What’s up, bitch!” You laughed at her typical greeting.

“It’s good to hear from you! How’ve you been?” You asked as you grabbed a wreath for the door.

“I’ve been good. Little busy now that I’ve started hunting too, but it’s nothing too hectic right now. What have you been up to?” Charlie asked on the other line.

“Well, other than struggling to keep the boys in line when they’re home, things have been pretty good. I’m actually at the store getting some decorations for the bunker as a surprise. You know it’s been almost four years since I’ve lived with them and they haven’t celebrated Christmas?”

“Damn, that long? Well I know they’ll be super excited. You said it was a surprise? Are they gone from the bunker right now?”

“Yeah, some hunt in Montana. They’ll be gone for a week so I wanted to do this while they were away.”

“Well let me help you! I’m in the neighborhood right now actually so I can help you decorate the joint so you don’t have to do it all by yourself.” She insisted and you grinned.

“Really? That would be a great help.”

“Of course! You know I’d do anything for you and those boys! Do you want me to pick up anything before I head on over?” Charlie asked and you hummed as you tried to think.

“Well, not that I can think of right now. But how long will you be in town? I’m starting to wonder if we should have some kind of tree decorating party or something at the bunker and get some friends over.” You admitted.

“People still do that kind of thing? Honestly I probably won’t be in town that long but I’ll make you a deal for next year. If you manage to decorate the bunker next year and you plan out a tree decoration party or whatever, then I’ll go and even let Garth know about it if I run into him!” Charlie promised.

“But for now since it’s been a while for the boys, what if the three of you decorated the tree by yourselves this year and make it special. And don’t forget the mistletoe.” You could hear your friend chuckle on the other line and you smiled.

“Yeah, I supposed Dean would get a kick out of that.” You chuckled.

“Let me know when you’re on the way back to the bunker and I’ll meet you there!”

After the phone call you realized that you had gotten a text from Dean and you grinned. It was sweet that he would check in every once in a while when he was away on a hunt just so you knew he was okay and hadn’t been killed or anything like that.

DW: Hey, Sweetheart. Sammy and I got to the hotel already and now we’re off to the camp grounds to see if this really could be a Wendigo we’re dealing with.

Y/N: Hey! I’m glad you guys made it to the hotel! If you need anything just let me know, and be safe out there!

DW: Will do, Darlin. I’ll call you sometime tonight.

You smiled at the thought of him calling that night.

When you put the phone in your pocket, you left the decoration section and started looking at Christmas trees. You wanted the perfect tree to put in the Bunker. You weren’t sure if you wanted the tree to be pre-lit or not, although it would be a little more convenient that way. You didn’t exactly want to struggle with untangling those lights.

Honestly you hadn’t had any idea the types of trees people came up with. You were under the impression for so long that Christmas trees were just green, sometimes pre-lit, but the only difference you thought of were the sizes. But as you walked through the store, you saw that there were white trees, some of the trees had some sort of artificial snow on them, some of the trees were different colors like pink, red, purple or even blue, and you saw some black trees as well.

You supposed a lot of people were more creative to come up with some sort of themes and use these trees. Maybe they used Pinterest a lot. You thought the boys would prefer a traditional tree, so that was what you were going with.

Once you found the perfect tree for the Bunker, you bought it and one of the workers helped you get it to the car. You just hoped that this little surprise would put a smile on Sam and Dean’s faces.

They deserved a little positivity in their lives.

That week seemed to have passed by faster than you thought that it would and you couldn’t thank Charlie enough for helping you decorate the Bunker earlier this week. The place looked great and you were so excited for their reactions.

You knew that the boys would be coming home tonight so you decided to go ahead and make something for dinner. You knew Dean needed a break from the burgers and fries, at least according to both you and Sam.

You were in the kitchen and you were making some Philly cheesesteak stuffed bell peppers. It was simply a recipe that you found off Pinterest that was a little different. It was something a little healthier that you knew your boyfriend’s brother would appreciate. You thought Dean might like the Philly cheesesteaks aspect of it, but just incase he didn’t you had a cherry pie baked.

While you were in the middle of taking peppers out of the oven so you could put the pie in the oven, you heard the door open followed by two sets of footsteps. Of course you knew exactly who they belonged to and once you put the pie in the oven, you took off your apron and started walking out so you could see the look on their faces.

Just as you were beginning to make it into the bunker you could hear Dean’s voice first, “Y/N?”

“I’m here.” You chuckled and both the boys saw you from the top of the stairs before looking back out in the lobby area of the bunker.

You and Charlie had strung up lights along the railing of the stairs, there were lights wrapped around the pillars that would lead to each room. On the table that was practically a global map, you had a red and black plaid flannel tablecloth as well as some cotton stuffing to resemble fake snow on the table. On top of the stuffing, you had a little Christmas village that had sort of a western theme to it that you knew Dean would love.

Of course that would be the first thing the boys would see but you had a bit more up your sleeve than that.

“Hey, boys! How did it go?” You asked with a smile as the two started walking down the stairs.

“It went well, but what is all this? When did you have the time for all of this?” Dean asked.

“Well while the two of you were out this week, I thought I’d decorate the place.” You grinned proudly.

“This looks amazing, Y/N. You didn’t have to do it all by yourself, did you?” Sam asked and you shook your head.

“Nope. Luckily for me, Charlie happened to be in town so she helped me out with a lot of it, if not most of it. I just wrapped up the finishing touches this morning.” You admitted.

“Wait, Charlie was here too? She was in on this whole thing?” Dean asked and you nodded.

“Yep! I told her that it would be a surprise for you boys and she hopped right on the opportunity to jump in when she could. But now she’s on her way to Wyoming if I’m not mistaken.”

“We’ll definitely have to give her a call and tell her thanks for the help on this.” Dean insisted and you smiled.

“And I’m sure she’d love to get a call from the both of you. Now go and wash up so we can eat dinner. You both smell like sweat and Wendigo guts.” You laughed.

“Alright, alright. We’ll go.” Sam said and he was the first to walk off to the library.

“Thanks for the surprise, Darlin.” Dean said before he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Oh this isn’t all of-“ you started to add before you were interrupted.

“Dean! You’re gonna want to see this!” You both could hear Sam calling from the library, causing you to smile a little smugly.

“What did you do?” Dean asked you, only for you to shrug.

“Why don’t you go with your brother and find out?” You smirked.

Dean raised a brow before he started walking into the library. You walked beside him because you couldn’t wait to see the reaction on his face. The moment when you saw Dean’s expression turn from confusion to excitement, you knew that all of this was worth it. This was exactly the expression you wanted to see as you watched the smile appear on his face.

“Holy smokes!”

On the tables where Sam, Dean and you all tended to do research, you had some plaid table clothes that matched the one in the lobby. These just didn’t have any snow or villages on them. Instead, these tables still had the lamps on top of them but they also had some candles that would make the room smell a little more like Christmas when they were lit up.

Along the bookshelves, you had some lights on the tops of them as well as some more of the fake snow. There were some penguins and some polar bears on the tops of the shelves that weren’t occupied by some kind of legendary weapon and what not. Then on the other pillars in the library, you had wrapped some lights around those as well.

Finally, in the opening and in front of the telescope at the end of the library was a tall, pre-lit, plain looking Christmas tree that was just waiting to be decorated.

“Y/N, this just keeps getting better and better! This is amazing!” Dean insisted and you chuckled a little.

“I’m glad you like it, but you guys go ahead and wash up and get dressed in something more comfortable. I’ll finish up with dinner and after that we can decorate the tree.” You insisted.

“You sound like such a mom, Y/N” Sam laughed and you snickered.

“Careful, Sammy. She could take your laptop privileges if you don’t do what she says.” Dean teased back.

“Or I can take your pie privileges and you won’t get any after dinner. Which would be a shame because it’ll be fresh out of the oven too.” You said and put your hands on your hips.

“She told you. And it would be a shame if you lost pie privileges. It smells like it’s cherry too.” Sam said.

You watched as Dean’s eyes widened and he rushed to the room so he could hurry up and get washed up and changed, causing you and Sam to laugh amongst yourselves. It was like there was nothing on God’s earth that could keep Dean away from pie.

Once everyone was changed into something more comfortable you guys ate dinner. Sam was dressed in a navy blue v-neck with some black pajama pants, Dean had a black t-shirt that was a little snug and some red and black plaid pajama pants, and you had on one of dean’s black shirts and some green sweatpants with a little snowman on one of the pant legs.

Dinner was a little amusing you supposed. Of course Dean complained about dinner not being something greasy like a burger or pizza. Sam seemed to like it though, but both you and Sam found it amusing that after the complaining, Dean ended up getting seconds. It never hurt to change things up a bit, give his intestines a change of pace.

Then a little while after, you guys had a slice of the cherry pie, which Dean practically inhaled in a matter of minutes. Then again you couldn’t expect anything less from the pie loving man.

After dinner, you cleared off the table and you three decided to go ahead and decorate the Christmas tree!

You played a little Christmas music in the background and watched as the two hunters tried to figure out how they should arrange the garland on the tree. Then came some of the cardinals, and eventually it was time for the ornaments!

“Where do you think people get the idea for some of these ornaments. I mean who decided it would be a good idea for these animals to be on a tree?” Sam asked while he was hanging up his little moose. Naturally it was in a higher spot on the tree since he was practically a giant.

“Maybe zookeepers wanted to have Christmas trees too.” Dean chuckled as he hung up his squirrel somewhere in the middle.

You smiled as you hung up the fairy that reminded you of Charlie on the tree. You hoped that all of your friends were doing well and that they would be able to celebrate Christmas too one way or another.

“Okay, random thought.” You started so you guys could have some kind of conversation while decorating, “Santa Claus… real or not real?”

“Are you kidding? No, he’s not real.” Sam said right off the bat.

“Wait, why not, Sammy? I mean we’ve come across less believable things. Hell, your imaginary friend turned out to be real.” Dean piped up.

“Come on, Dean. No one, magic or otherwise, cannot travel the entire world in a single night and manage to hit up every single house or apartment.”

“Okay but you forget,” You said, “Not all of the houses necessarily celebrate Christmas, nor do they have children in some of the houses. So that eliminates some of the houses that he would have to go to.”

“Yeah, not to mention that even with the houses that do have kids celebrating Christmas, they may not believe in Santa either and their parents buy them gifts instead. So there goes even more of the houses that he would need to visit.” Dean continued.

“Okay okay, I guess I’ll buy that argument but that still leaves like a zillion houses either way you look at it. And then there’s the amount of time that it would take for Santa to get to those houses. It takes Dean and I a couple of days to go to certain states just here in the US. Santa has to travel internationally.” Sam argued.

“Okay, while I firmly believe that Baby has a magic all her own, we don’t exactly have a sleigh or flying reindeer, Sammy.” Dean reminded.

“Have you guys stopped to consider the fabled magic Santa has? What if he’s just some kind of which or sorcerer? He could easily have placed a spell on the reindeer or even attached hex bags to the reins, or hidden them in the sleigh itself.” You reminded.

“Then there are the time zones. That could extend some of Santa’s time.” Dean chimed in.

“I’ll believe the hex bags, maybe the whole time zone thing. But until we actually come across Santa Claus himself on some random case, then I’ll believe it when I see him with my own two eyes.” Sam said skeptically.

“Such a skeptic, Sammy. Weren’t you the one that believed in angels before I did, way before we met Cass?” Dean laughed.

“That’s different!”

“Oh yeah? How’s that different?”

“Well there’s proof of Biblical events happening in history, and if evidence of miracles happening then angels had to be real too. Then Cass pulled you out of perdition as he likes to call it.” Sam reminded.

You smiled and shook your head as the boys bickered before you spoke again, “Guys, moving on. Why don’t we exchange gifts this year?”

“I don’t see why not. But if we did, who would play Santa that night and hand the gifts out to everyone?” Sam asked.

“I think that’s one of those things where we can cross that bridge when we come to it.” Dean answered, not really wanting to make that choice that early, but then he stepped back to look at the tree.

“I think this looks great.” He smiled fondly, then you and Sam took a step back to look at it as well.

“I do too. This turned out really great.” Sam said with a grin, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at the work the three of you had done that evening.

You smiled as you admired the once plain looking tree now covered in red and silver garland, the red, black and silver ornaments turned out to look nice with the tree as well. The special ornaments to remember all of your friends and family gave it that personal touch it needed to be the perfect Christmas tree after all.

“Now all it needs is the topper.” You said.

Sam nodded and he walked over to the box and pulled out the silvery star to put on top of the tree since he was the tallest. After initially putting the star on, he had to adjust it a little but once it was on top of the tree, it was complete.

“Perfect.” You smiled happily.

“Alright… I don’t know about you guys, but I’m beat from the hunt and the drive home. I think I’m gonna head to bed.” Sam said and both you and Dean looked over.

“Rest well, Sam.” You insisted.

“We’ll take the day off tomorrow instead of looking for another case.” Dean said and Sam nodded.

“Sounds good to me. Night guys.”

You smiled to yourself whenever you watched Sam walking off, both boys deserved the day off. It was definitely well deserved.

Then you felt Dean’s arm wrap around your waist. You lifted and glanced up at him and saw that his attention was on the tree again. It was like he couldn’t get the smile off his face, which made you so glad. It was like it had been so long since he’s had a genuine smile like this.

“You aren’t happy, are you?” You asked in a joking tone.

“No, not in the slightest.” You snickered when he joked back before he looked down at you.

“You know, if you ended up being the ‘Santa’ this year, I could always be your elf.” You pointed out.

“And you’d make a cute elf. We’d have to make sure that Santa won’t come and snatch you.” Dean chuckled before he leaned down and pecked your lips.

“Oh! That reminds me!” You said and you got out of his grasp to go and look for one last thing.

Dean lifted a brow, the curiosity getting the best of him, and he watched you go through the boxes on top of one of the research tables as if you were looking for something specific.

Then he watched you pull out one of the most iconic plants this time of year other than the poinsettia. You pulled out some mistletoe that had a red ribbon tied in a bow attached to it. Dean couldn’t help but grin, “Really?”

“What?” You snickered.

“I can’t believe you actually went and bought some mistletoe.”

“I had to! I couldn’t resist.” You shrugged with an innocent look on your face, “Now, help me think of where we can hang this up.”

“I think I have an idea of where to hang it.” Dean spoke as he took the mistletoe from you, then he held your hand with his free one.

You lifted a brow but followed him, intertwining your fingers and you ended up at you shared bedroom door, making you smirk and look back at Dean, “Really? Here?”

“Why not? I think it’s the perfect spot.” Dean chuckled and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Fine, I suppose we can put it there.” You agreed and watched as Dean went into the bedroom and grabbed whatever tool’s he’d need to hang up the mistletoe. Eventually, he managed to screw a hook just above the door and he hung the mistletoe from it with some string, then he looked at it.

“There we go, I think that’ll work just fine.” He said as he set his tools down on the table in his room that was next to the door. You could watch him since his door was still open then he stepped back out where you were and you found yourselves beneath said mistletoe.

Dean placed a large hand on your hip and you stepped closer to him. Of course you knew this was the whole reason he wanted to hang the decor above his door, but you didn’t mind. Not actually.

You gazed into his eyes and saw that his gaze was softer than normal, “Thank you… for all of this. Honestly this has probably been one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time.”

You grinned at his words before you reached up and placed your hand on his slightly stubbled cheek since he hadn’t shaved all week, and you felt him lean into your touch before you spoke, “I’m happy to do it for you.”

“Dean, both you and your brother deserve so much. You two risk your lives to save the world constantly. You deserve to have a merry Christmas instead of only celebrating it every so often. You’re so deserving of joy and happiness and this was honestly the least I can do.”

You watched as Dean moved his cheek from your hand as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before he looked down at you, “Y/N, you have already made me incredibly happy just by being by my side. I have that joy all year round just because I have you here and honestly, I don’t know what kind of a man I would have turned out to be if you weren’t here.”

“Probably someone that’s a little more reckless than usual maybe. Maybe a little more self sacrificial.” You teased and Dean playfully rolled his eyes, although he knew it likely would have been the truth.

“You know what I mean though.” Dean said and you nodded a little.

“I love you, Y/N.. more than you’ll ever know.” He said in a softened tone, causing your heart to race.

Sure you’ve said those words to each other before, but it was in the moments like these where the words held a different kind of weight to them.

“I love you too, Dean. More than words can express.”

You felt Dean’s hand move from your cheek to the back of your neck as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. Your eyes fluttered to a lose as you relaxed against his embrace. His touch always made you feel warm, comforted even. His kisses always seemed to take you out of reality.

Life may not have been perfect for these boys, but you knew you wouldn’t want any other kind of life. As long as you were with Dean, that was all you could ask for. Dean was the sweetest kind of addiction you could have had.

When Dean pulled away, he looked down at you and smiled. Then out of nowhere, he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around your waist as he carried you off into your shared bedroom.

As he shut the door behind himself, you leaned in and kissed him once more as the two of you enjoyed the night together.

Hello everyone! Thank you for reading! I hope all of you are doing well and enjoying your December so far! Love you all~

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Everytime I point out that Dean Winchester is autistic, people get mad or look at me like I’ve spontaneously grown a second head, as if this man’s existence isn’t just checking off boxes for the diagnostic criteria

Special interests: westerns, cars, mechanical engineering stuff in general, 1960’s & 70’s music - specifically classic rock, monsters. You’re gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that it’s totally normal for someone who was born in 1979 to have borderline encyclopedic knowledge of two decades of music????? Hundreds of years of monster lore??? — for fuck’s sake, he had a train thing when he was little!!!! Those are special interests!!!!

Restricted diet: it’s mostly for Jokes but dean genuinely doesn’t eat much beyond burgers, diner food and pie.

Dean didn’t speak for months after Mary died and there’s 15 years of canon evidence where he loses his voice during moments of Big Emotions!!! He’s going nonverbal!!!!!!!

Trouble with social cues: literally look at every single instance of Dean trying to interact with strangers, ESPECIALLY in the early seasons. He’s not playing dumb, he just doesn’t get it. Also, watch any scene of this man TRYING to flirt and tell me that he’s any good at it. You know why? That bitch is mimicking the fucking movies and tv shows he grew up watching.

Sensory processing disorder: DO YOU THINK HE WEARS 87 LAYERS FOR FUN???? FOR FASHION????? WHAT DID YOU THINK ALL THE FLANNELS WERE ABOUT. THEY’RE SOFT. Also think about how much he liked the nightgown and the robe. ALSO, ALSO: school!!! It’s loud, it’s smelly, it’s dirty (his germ thing), the lights are too bright, there’s too much sensory input happening at one time. Between being so overwhelmed in school that he couldn’t focus and John pulling him left & right for cases and Sam, no wonder dean dropped out :(

14.04. The comic book episode is an ENTIRE episode about dean and his special interests!!!!!! And his social anxiety, hiding out in his room at the beginning of the episode because of all the strangers in his home 😤

Emotional regulation problems: those angry outbursts?? Destroying the Impala??? LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THATS NOT A MELTDOWN

His whole personality is a mask! He based his whole life and personality around the men he grew up around! John, Bobby, the other hunters - we all know that dean isn’t this rugged manly man he puts on. Sure people can have layers, but my man literally wore his dad’s actual jacket for fucking years

Black & white thinking: this doesn’t need anything else tbh

Strong sense of Justice: “how many people do you have to save?” “All of ‘em. Whole wide world of sports.”

Literal thinking: half the show is about how they both have to learn to look at monsters and not immediately go “monsters bad.” Also literal thinking is hard to explain, but I promise he does this.

Hyperlexic: “what? I read?”

“Too blunt”: all those times you thought “that was kinda harsh Dean” or “wtf that was so mean” - he doesn’t like lying to people when he doesn’t have to!

Hyper empathy: “The baby in the well? My bad.” “I do my best to be brave.” Sacrificing himself for people over and over again. The djinn episode and the speech he makes in front of John’s grave. His whole life he’s been told he cares too much!!!!

As a fellow AuDHD bitch, the most AuDHD thing Dean has ever said was “we know a little about a lot of things. Just enough to make us dangerous.” Also: “I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give ‘em hell attitude, and I’ll figure it out.”

Like I could dive into the nuances of all of these and explain them in great detail and find textual evidence for basically everything, but it’s too early in the morning for that much work when I know that I’m right. Yeah he has adhd, obviously, but I will eat my left hand if that man isn’t autistic.

#why do you think him & Cas get along so well!!#hilariously I don’t necessarily agree with the hc that Cas is autistic bc he’s just an angel with no context for all these things #but he’s like Spock! allegory or whatever for autism so ofc him & dean immediately vibe #also you think Charlie was allistic?!?! be so fucking for real rn #you think an autistic lesbian would intentionally befriend a heterosexual (allegedly) neurotypical yt man??#[slams fists on the table] YOUR HONOR DEAN WINCHESTER IS A HIGH MASKING AUTISTIC AND I WILL NOT BE TAKING NOTES #personal

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mrcowboydeanwinchester · 10 months

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🌾 these quiet lives ⛰️

deanjo fic - 1437 words - rating: G - western au - read on ao3

There is a small ranch, somewhere on the border between Kansas and Nebraska, about a twenty minute ride out from the nearest town. Its windows are shuttered now, but in the ephemeral times of cowboys and outlaws, it was a bustling little place - perhaps not full of people, but full to the brim with two quiet lives being well lived after many days of hardship.

These quiet lives were those of Jo Harvelle and Dean Winchester.

or, the dean and jo are long term cowboy partners on the ranch they bought together and now dean is cutting jo's hair fic

written for beloved rain @queerstudiesnatural's 2k celebration and the prompt deanjo! i had an absolute blast running with this. massive thanks to @magdaclaire for the beta <3

fic is below the cut!

These quiet lives were those of Jo Harvelle and Dean Winchester.

To everyone else (namely the nosey figures in the windows of that small town a twenty minute ride away), their partnership looked formulaic: a guy and a girl shacking up together with a few horses, a ranch, saving up to make the place a little cozier. Nothing that nobody hadn’t seen before.

But what everyone else didn’t know was how radical their love was. The way that Dean was Jo’s first kiss with a man, and Jo Dean’s first kiss with a woman, when they were both far from virginity. How they had drifted in and out of each other’s lives for years like no one could decide their fate. The scars along Jo’s torso, too, were proof that they had almost been out of time. That they were alive, to realize the could-be potential of their will-they-won’t-they relationship at all, was incredible. It was the time of outlaws, afterall, and our two protagonists had not been immune to a lawless life.

With all that stood in their way you could perhaps be justified in saying their love was out of character. But it wasn’t. It made perfect sense, in the same way that poetry might, strong and solid in meaning if only when read by the right eyes. And that was Jo and Dean: a nonsense poem with a strict rhyme scheme, predictable on the surface yet profound between the lines. Rhythmic, galloping, beating hearts as certain as hooves on the sun-hard ground.

Still, they weren’t strictly in love. Rather, the love was all around them. Jo saw it in the green oasis of their pastures amid the desert land, in the firewood piled beside the porch, in the leather jacket quietly left for her to wear on colder days. Dean saw it in the crystal clarity of the ranch windows after a rough wind, in the oats faithfully refilled in the stables, in the gift of a new hat with a wider brim when the heatwave came. For both of them it was a love of actions, the affection solid and tangible and filling after years of starvation.

Contentment, in the gentle touches of four scarred hands.

On one of the long sloping dusks of August, the world bathing in nectarine and plum, Jo sat on the bottom porch step with Dean a step above, his knees either side of her. It was the kind of evening which cost nothing, yet gave everything in return, where the turn of the earth could be felt in the hum of the cicadas, and the day, while fading away, seemed still to be new - the kind of evening which only ever occurred thrice in the nineteenth century, and has not occurred since. Well, it was on that incredibly rare kind of evening belonging only truly to retired outlaws, that Dean held silver scissors (copper in the light) in his scarred hands as he snipped easily away at Jo’s hair.

“Almost a decade past since we got this place, now,” Jo mused. “You were 31 then, you’re 41 now.”

“And you were 24.”

“I’m older now than you were when we moved here.”

Dean hummed, somewhere quiet between surprise and acknowledgement, the scissors snipping a melody at the nape of Jo’s neck.

He had been in the habit of cutting Jo’s hair for as long as they’d set up together on the ranch - a few months short of a decade, to agree with Jo - as, though she liked knives, she wasn’t to be trusted with them near a head of hair, and Dean had had the practice of cutting his younger brother’s shag for all his adolescent years.

Tonight, though, was slightly different from the usual trim. Cursing the summer heat and finally relaxing into Dean’s encouragement, Jo had marched up to her partner and demanded anything past her chin to be very decidedly cut off. She could tuck it behind her ears as she worked, and the wave of her hair would bring it up off her neck and out of the heat. All this had been patiently explained by Dean many times before. He had this way of knowing Jo, and knew, in the same way as he liked wearing his mother’s jewelry, that cutting her hair might steady her in the skin she was prone to slipping in and out of.

So far, Jo liked it. Liked the feeling of weight leaving her, the almost dizzying lightness that came with her hair cascading to the floor. She had followed Dean blind into battle, and while she would not do that again, she could go all in on him cutting her hair well. The many hues of their relationship, the bright bruises of their coming-of-age, had not altered, simply mellowed.

“D’you ever miss it?” Dean said, caring yet mild. “The life we had before all this?”

Jo waited for two hawks to sail across the apricot sky before answering, no clouds to dapple the light. The words came to her easy enough, but from somewhere moving and deep, wading through long grass. She breathed in deeply, bringing herself to meet them, allowing herself to savor their sweetness.

“All the time we were running with that gang, I were thinkin’ - this is what proper love is, to have something worth dying for. I’d never known it before, you know. An’ then that hound sinks its teeth into my side an’ my vision goes white and there’s only one thing I remember seein’ after that.”

The careful snips of the scissors ceased, and Jo smiled, tilting her head upwards to hold Dean’s gaze.

“You. I could barely think nothin’ and it’s just your face in front of me and then I had one thought, and it were just that I’d been wrong. I were wrong. Love is something worth living for. By god, right then I knew it was worth livin’ for you.”

“Joanna Beth,” Dean whispered, his lips rose and soft around her name.

Jo had not used to like it when he called her that, mainly due to the fact it was the name her mother had flung at her from across the bar in many a desperate fit of anger, back when she was alive and both of them working at the Roadhouse. It was a name that sank low in her gut like a guilty stone, heavy with the shame of misplaced temper. Jo had wanted to get out, and her mother had wanted a daughter, and neither could give the other what they wanted.

But Dean only ever used Joanna Beth in moments of adoration. As if he felt the simple Jo could not do her justice. When he said Joanna Beth, it meant he was seeing the whole of her, afresh, anew, finding again all of her troubled histories and still wanting to write futures with her.

Her slate was never, would never be clean. There was too much blood for that. But Dean saw the blood and did not love her in spite of it, but with it. Like he wouldn’t rather have her any other way.

“Grow older with me, Winchester,” Jo murmured, and she turned in his lap to meet him, having been inches too far from him for far too long.

His lips pressed hers tenderly, like they had done hundreds of times before. The great heartlands of America could not hold as many sensations at this, for all of the lushious, dying, sprawling, changing lands around had nothing on them. They were not in love, but they were radiant with it, each with the other firmly and irreparably in their heart.

Jo had yet to find a gray hair, and she felt her breathing alongside Dean was nothing short of a miracle. She hummed these next words against lips, passing them like a breath between them.

“Grow old.”

And, dear reader, I can see even now through the shuttered windows of the ranch they whiled away their years on the many contented memories they made. There is still love there, this century and a half later: it is not a haunting, but a remembrance.

They did, indeed, grow old.

#i had so much fun this was so indulgent !!!!!! love me some queerplatonic romantic loving deanjo <333 #dean winchester #jo harvelle #chestervelle #deanjo #spn fic #cowboy!dean #cowboynatural #ola writes #queerstudiesnatural2k

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The Winchesters Pilot - What do we know about the box? Was that Samuel Campbell at the beginning?

The paper Mary found describes a magical box and says:

Follow the path of 1 toward Heaven. Second spot is four less seven Find the forth behind Hells door, Six suns set on the Western floor I will always lead you here, Ending the darkness that we all fear

My first thought was THE EMPTY - and I Screamed. but once I calmed down I started thinking dimensions and the Acreda. there are also strong Amara vibes I am choosing to ignore.

We have seen a demon get sucked inside, into this tiny box. So either it's a trap or it's a door. If it's a door I would expect it goes to another dimension.

Either way - what happens if a person we care about at some point gets sucked into the box too? 🤔 hrmm (don't hurt Lata!)

The MoL locked it up for a reason - which they wouldn't do if this awesome piece of tech was a no downsides monster trap. So maybe it can suck people in or the Acreda can use this to cross over. Per @greatcometcas Akreda is ancient Greek for Locusts and doesn't that just have Vibes.

The paper also had these symbols on it, one of which Samuel someone with a bag with the initials S.C. wrote in blood to open the Manhole of Letters at the beginning of the episode. (A bit of digital manipulation and highlighting) I was convinced the symbols would combine together to create the Men of Letters symbol. No such luck yet. Unless we separate them into their base ancient ruins. ...

Started with the assumption that this person was Samuel - possible Tom Welling stand-in notwithstanding - that leads me to some questions.

Apparently the symbol he drew into the dish is called an Odal Rune or an Othala. (thank you @swordofsun!) Unfortunately I know it as a symbol co-opted by nazis, but it's is one of the oldest and most widely used runes in ancient Norse, Germanic, and Anglo-Saxon cultures. It was used for the “o” sound and is symbolic of lineage and genetic inheritance.

So - so I had been assuming this Indiana jones looking man was Samuel Campbell, but is he? I still think that is most likely but it feels like this symbol should have been drawn in MoL legacy blood to open the door. We've seen that before. I'm fine with that being unnecessary, but it would be fun if that meant 1) Samuel had ties to MoL 2) The Campbells have some history with the Acreda or 3) That isn't Samuel.

This is about when @wigglebox asked me if that man looked like Jensen and, now that you mention it.... I don't see bow legs, but it does kind of look like the back of his head? Is this Jensen/Dean? Is this Henry/Gil? Is this just Samuel/Tom? IDK. Someone tell me who this looks like to you, where my hand freaks at?

I want it to be Dean, he's a legacy and it would be a fun twist, but I think Dean would be better able to handle himself and he's wearing a wedding ring so for that to be Dean he'd have to be married to Cas at this point - Which obv means I am fully on board 😂💙💚. Nah, I think it was likely Samuel.

Symbols on the paper (bear with me there are a LOT of interpretations online and I do not know what I'm doing):

MoL Symbol - Unicursal Hexagram associated with symbolic magical, and spiritual connections. "Our crest. The Aquarian Star, representing great magic and power. They say it stood at the gates of Atlantis itself." Combination of 2 Kauną (see below) and an ᚷ? (top right)

Apparently this is a combination rune used for protection - or protection of family. I feel like this looks like it's a combination of the two symbols Inguz - fertility or love and Isa/Isaz - ice or death. ᛝ + ᛁ (Top left)

Raido ? - Journey - combined with the symbol for message / god / odin. AR . Also seeing people referring to this as Energy - getting real "the heroes journey" vibes, Robbie. ᚮ + ᚱ

upside down Othada - apparently the main meaning of a reversed othada is “loss of home”? ᛟ

This one I could not find - the only combination I was able to come up with was a double ᛜ a ᛜᛜ which is an inguz from a different culture. Meaning seed, or energy. Creation. - Maybe the duplicate means destruction / the darkness? Like a reverse? It could just as easily be 2 Othadas doubled back on themselves which would be fun thematically.

Othada / Odal- Heritage/Legacy/genetic inheritance or separation or possession ᛟ

combination of Kauną/Kenaz & Igus ᚲ + ᛜ - getting so many interpretations off of these - Kenaz - love/relationship/fire, Igus seed/energy/creation.

If I didn't know better - and I think I do - I'd think this was about Amara - the elusions to god (reverse) and the darkness. But given what we already know I expect this to be about the Acreda. Mostly I think this is a warning about an interdimensional door. I was clowning for a second when I found an interpretation relating to a journey in time, but I don't think it holds up.

Thank you to @escapingpurgatorypodcast @endofthebookpod & dearly to @deanncastiel for the image source!

I sincerely hope someone who knows better can make some sense of this

#the winchesters spoilers #the winchester speculations #tw meta #spntw meta #tw tinhatting #(although it could also be a combination of the symbol for year and two symbols for elk. help. this is too available for interpretation)#original content #DOES ANYONE KNOW ABOUT ANCIENT RUNES? HELLO?#chuck won #supernatural meta #tw acreda #apollo #akreda #akrida

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It truly is a SHAME that Philip Winchester doesn’t play cowboys. He has the face of a man who rides around while chewing on straw and tilting his hat all gentlemanly at passerbys. He genuinely looks like he was made to wear bootcut jeans and tanned boots and a real worn but nice cowboy hat!! He is supposed to be standing with his hands on his hips! He should be staring up at the sun with a grimace trying to determine whether or not it’s high noon!!!

I am going to throw up somebody put this man in a western NOW

#he should have been at the saloon #peter stone #philip winchester

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prince-of-elsinore · 8 months

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@luminescent-chorus tagged me to respond to the following. Thanks friend! I know it's not Wednesday, but hey, we need our Wincest fix between Wednesdays too, right? :)

Happy Wincest Wednesday! I have a few questions for people to answer. Feel free to answer them all or just one (or none at all) even if you’re not tagged!

what song describes samdean the most?

if spn was set in europe, what country would the Winchesters be from? What language/languages would they speak?

This is such an interesting question to think about! The possibilities that first come to mind are: Ireland, Scotland, Germany, Poland. On a superficial level, this is probably because Sam and Dean look Anglo-Saxon, and these countries have climes and landscapes not too dissimilar from damp Vancouver, where the series is filmed. But there are some cultural reasons, too.

First, Ireland/Scotland: (ignoring for now that supposedly the BMOL made hunting in the British Isles obsolete) There's a ruggedness to parts of the countryside and, stereotypically, to its working class inhabitants, that I think fits John and Dean quite well. It's easy to imagine young Dean being (or rather, posturing as) one of those mad lads at the pub, you know what I mean? While Sam went off to Dublin or even, God forbid, London, for school. I could maybe even see them being from Wales or Northern England--I could imagine Dean with a Mancunian accent. And when he picks up Sam from school, Sam's developed this posher, southern accent that starts slipping the longer he's on the road with Dean. This AU opens up a whole rabbit hole to explore: is Dean a bit of a chav? Or is he, in his anachronistic way, more of a skinhead (in the original British, not neo-Nazi sense)? Is he more into punk than classic rock? Aesthetically, it could make sense, but did John listen to that? And what does it mean for Sam to consciously distance himself from that?--etc.

Germany/Poland: the blue-collar aesthetic is intrinsic to spn, and it's interesting to me to think of that in an Eastern Bloc context. If they were German, they'd be from the East. Their childhood was spent behind the Iron Curtain, and part of escaping that life, for Sam, would be going west, maybe to Munich or even (*gasp*) Paris. Dean's romanticization of the past would be tied up with Ostalgie. Maybe they drive a Trabi, or a Polski Fiat 126p (lol). Would we get gopnik/dresiarz tracksuit-wearing Dean (bigger lol)? Or maybe he idolizes and emulates icons of Western pop culture (a precious commodity for him growing up) just as much as in canon. Maybe he loves "Eastern/Red Westerns" and Bruce Springsteen. As far as languages go, I imagine hunting would take them across borders all the time, so they'd both have a working knowledge of several Central European and Slavic languages. Dean's English would be learned entirely from pop culture and would reflect that, while Sam's would be much more academic. Sam would speak much better French than Dean (and than canon Sam *cough*) and probably Italian, Spanish, and Greek as well.

if they didn’t have the impala, what car would they drive?

is there a project you’re working on currently? Do you have a line or sketch from it to share?

I am currently working on a multi-chapter post-15x19 thriller! He's an excerpt:

What it comes down to is that he’s Dean fucking Winchester, and he should’ve known that would catch up with him sooner than later. Not because of the enemies he’s made, but because he wasn’t built for good things. He’d let himself forget that. Because he and Sam beat God and saved the world, and for a moment it’d felt like they had a new lease on life, and they got a dog for Christ’s sake because the worst was supposed to be behind them and they were finally free—what a joke. Freedom doesn’t mean the good life. Freedom is just a nice sounding way of saying that the rug can be pulled out from under you at any moment and you’ll never find a satisfactory answer why, because there are no rules, no guiding principles, no divine design behind your suffering.

what’s the first fanfic for supernatural you’ve written? Did you publish it? Or if you don't write: what's the first fanfic you remember reading?

is there another codependent/enmeshed duo from a different fandom you enjoy? Are there parallels to Sam and Dean?

Dennis and Dee Reynolds from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and Rick and Morty. Both of these duos have a considerably less healthy dynamic than Sam and Dean, but I think disentangling themselves from each other would be just as unthinkable as for the Winchesters. They also all have an element of "this person knows me better than anyone else, and we've shared experiences no one else could possibly understand."

what type of wincest dynamic do you currently enjoy most? (sexual, platonic, dark, fluffy, early seasons, etc.)

Mostly sexual (especially developing feelings), usually somewhere between dark and fluffy (bittersweet, melancholy, or hard-earned happiness), and often pre-canon or post-15x19.

These were fun! I tag @flownwrong, @mannequin3thereckoning, @thegoodthebadandtheart, @zmediaoutlet, @flashbulb-memory, and @nigeltde-fic, if you feel like it :)

#wincest wednesday #wincest #spn au #musings #my fic #spn #about my fic

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found--family · 2 years

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the thing about dean winchester is he admitted dr sexy was his guilty pleasure and said it's a free bunker while wearing cutoff denim hotpants as he washed his beloved car and said mornin' sunshine to cas and voluntarily drank cucumber water and discovered he enjoyed wine and swapped mugs so he'd have the flash one and got excited about holidaypalooza in the bunker and wanted a rice krispies cake and made jack a lopsided one with love and wanted toes-in-the-sand and one of them little umbrella drinks beach vacay with his family and lipsynched to im all out of love I'm so lost without you when cas was dead and kept the trenchcoat in every stolen car and nested in the bunker and geeked out over a cool sword and hummed metallica to calm himself while flying and to soothe a shifter baby and grifted some dbags harshing the vibe of his favorite bar and visited the fairy realm and confessed there were things people feelings he wanted to experience differently or maybe even for the first time and giddily dressed up like a cowboy and fanboyed over his favorite wrestler and read vonnegut and aesop and wore send noods novelty socks and scooby doo boxers and got excited over good water pressure and his memory foam mattress and got scared of spiders during his indiana jones case and made cas watch spaghetti westerns with him and watched tentacle porn and dreamt of tap dancing with a lamp and praised fishing for its meditative qualities and got into larping and listened to taylor swift and never corrected anyone who insinuated he and cas were a couple and cooked dinner for his mom and empathised with a traumatised kid and was protective over the innocent and those he loved and didn't think he deserved to be saved

#these are a few of my favorite things #deancore #precious cinnamon roll #dean is bi #destiel #thoughts #he deserves all the love

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firecurls-27 · 2 years

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Ok ok ok,

CUPHEAD SHOW EPISODE IDEA!

Cuphead and mugman go to the western part of inkwell isles (specifically isle IV) and they’re wearing cute lil bandannas! they go for a school project, write an essay about the history of sheriffs. They’re just walking in the street when a stampede almost crushes them. They get lassoed and tossed in the air, it’s Esther Winchester! after the stampede clears she tells the boys to have a nice day! But cuphead follows her, explaining his project. She agrees to help him in exchange, he helps her with chores. As time goes on, he’s really helping her with stealing….

mugman’s just hanging out at the saloon, wondering where cuphead is cause he’s been gone for hours. Suddenly a stranger sits next to him….his hat covering his face. He asks mugman “what’s a lil fella like you doin in a saloon like this?” Mugman explains about his and his brothers project. The stranger is shocked and shows worry on his face as he pulls a wanted poster out of his pocket. It’s Esther! Mugman panics and worries about what’s happening to his brother! The stranger says he’ll help him as long as mugman helps him get his town back. Mugman agrees and says “thank you mister…..” “chips. Chips bettigan. Nice to metcha!”

At near noon, cuphead is holding his notepad while listening to Esther talk and trying to balance all the money bags in his hand. Behind them, an angry mob approaches, shouting and demanding Esther and cuphead to give them their money back! Cuphead is utterly confused while Esther sweats nervously, trying to come up with a lie. From the angle of the sun, they see a horse coming towards them! It’s chips and mugman!

They stop the horse as chips explains how Esther stole his title as sheriff. Esther demands a standoff! She said last man standing is the new sheriff! Loser gets a decade in the slammer….she says everyone gets a partner! She chooses a very confused yet excited cuphead, chips picks mugman who’s panicking. Chips tells mugman to relax and gives him a present, the hat chips had as a boy. It was too small for him now, but he told mugman with it, you could do ANYTHING! (I know they already did that in dangerous mugman but whatever-)

The Standoff was whoever can make it all across the canyon and back wins the title as sheriff! They start the race but Esther has other plans…she calls on her friends to sabotage the race! Even with her friends getting in the way, chips and mugman still won’t let anything stop them! All this while cuphead is excitingly whiting down in his notepad!

Eventually, chips and mugman wins the race! But Esther won’t go down without a fight! She holds cuphead hostage! She says she’ll give cuphead a fate worse than death if they take away her title as sheriff! Chips goes into action by tackling Esther! He’s pinned! Esther holds up a pistol when suddenly, something burning shoots across her arm! She drops the pistol and looks across from her….

It’s mugman with the hat chips gives him and his pistol! He tells Esther to back off and accept her loss or else…..”you wouldn’t!” She says sarcastically. “Wanna find out?” He said, with the most serious face you’ll ever see. Esther gets off chips and goes toward the cop car parked a few feet away from them.

The town celebrates and holds mugman in the air shouting “MUGMAN! MUGMAN! MUGMAN!” Cuphead goes towards the cop car still asking Esther questions while the car drives away! Chips gives mugman the opportunity to become co-sheriff, but he turns it down, saying his place is at the cottage. chips says he understands, but says the doors always open and tells the boys to come back soon!

In the end cuphead gets a D- considering he was involved with illegal activities, but mugman gets an A+ by telling the class about his adventure with chip!

He still has that hat and hangs it above his bed to this day….

What do you think? Anything you want to add?

#my post #cuphead #cuphead: ddwtd #cuphead dlc #the cuphead show #cuphead theory #chips bettigan #esther winchester #honestly this was just an excuse to make one of the casino members a good guy-#I love chips-#tw gun mention #btw y’all can TOTALLY make art for this if you want👀

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Tagged by @sullxo thank you 😊

About Me

NICKNAME: Kat, Rosie,

SIGN: Taurus

HEIGHT: 5’8” (173cm)

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: Ships designed by Thomas Andrews.

SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD: For once, nothing.

SLEEP: Read some fanfics, drink some damiana tea, maladaptive daydream myself into unconsciousness. 😆

DREAM JOB: Maritime archaeologist and writer.

WEARING: Black and white flower skirt and blue bikini top.

FAVORITE SONGS: “Moonlight Serenade” - Glen Miller Orchestra. “Remember the Time” - Michael Jackson. “She’s a Rainbow” - The Rolling Stones. “Could have been me” - Halsey.

FAVORITE INSTRUMENT: Guitar

AESTHETIC: Mostly Boho, vintage, with some western mixed in. Bit of anything I like mixed together.

FAVORITE AUTHOR(s): Charlotte Bronte, Christian Jacq, Jules Verne.

FAVORITE COLOR: Purple and red

FAVORITE ANIMAL SOUNDS: The adorkable sounds my Staffy dog makes. She’s so expressive. 💝

LAST SONG: “Your song saved my life” - Bono

LAST SERIES: The Winchesters.

RANDOM: There’s a cave system in Kenya called Panga ya Saidi that was inhabited by people for 78,000 years.

Tagging @dukeofdelirium @bebx @coping-via-clint-eastwood @peridotsarelongterm @kronoswheel @itzmematthias

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Viddying the Nasties | Delirium (Maris, 1979)

This review contains mild spoilers.

I’m reading the back cover of my Severin Blu-ray, and there’s a blurb from some publication or website I don’t recognize claiming that this is the “first psycho-killer movie to exploit the graphic nature of the its murders”, which is the kind of claim that I suspect holds up only if you haven’t seen any movies made before this one. But credit where credit is due, there are at least a few gruesome murders in this, including one by spear and another where an actor’s hand is lopped off. The person doing the murdering is a PTSD-stricken Vietnam vet, who another blurb on the back of the Blu-ray describes as a “cracked-out Seth McFarlane”, but I think he looks more like Nathan Fielder myself. Given their comic sensibilities, I’d wager Fielder is a bit more deranged than McFarlane, but neither strikes me as likely to go on a killing spree.

But the movie doesn’t stop there. It turns out this Vietnam vet was part of an underground vigilante group of Vietnam vets hired to kill criminals the justice system failed to convict. The group is run by a bald hardass type played by Barron Winchester, whose name sounds like the upper class villain in a spaghetti western and whose presence brings to mind an even flintier James Tolkan. Winchester plays most of his scenes wearing sunglasses, even when indoors. I wear transition lenses, and anytime I step indoors when it’s been sunny outside, I’m blind as a bat for a minute, so I gotta respect his commitment to the bit. But the sunglasses are also an astute bit of costuming, as they make him look much meaner, and also hide the fact that he’s kinda weird looking when he takes them off. Out to stop him are a pair of detectives and the friend of the first victim, who frankly does more to solve the case than any of the cops. She also wears a cute floral dress late in the movie, although I personally would have used this fabric to make a Hawaiian shirt. Also, one of the detectives ends up dating her, and the other one is bizarrely enthusiastic about the relationship. I guess it’s nice when your friends are happy for you.

I was seeing a lot of less than stellar ratings of this from my Letterboxd circle, so I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed this. This is a low budget regional production, and the best thing you can say about it is how well made it is. This apparently was an effort to salvage an unfinished movie, but the end result holds together surprisingly well. Certainly the budget shows, but some smart use of locations (some of the St. Louis locations were later used in Escape From New York, although they look less hellish here) hides the lack of production value. (Fun fact: the hand-chopping scene was improvised after the director found an extra who was born without a hand.) And when the movie pivots from slasher to action thriller, the action elements feel sturdier than one might expect. The climactic shootout is fairly coherent, if not exactly stylish.

If anything, the relative slickness of the movie takes some of the sting out of the murders, which don’t have the pungency they might have achieved in a more slapdash production. But this isn’t quite as grimy as its reputation as a Video Nasty might suggest. Politically, it’s quite a bit less reactionary than the average vigilante thriller, suggesting that extrajudicial killings might be a bad idea, while also sympathizing with the plight of Vietnam vets. There is a disarmingly poignant moment in the climax when the villain flashes back to an aborted rescue during the war. And with a handful of pretty good performances, from the discount James Tolkan, the two cops and the plucky friend, I found the proceedings surprisingly involving.

#film #movie review #viddying the nasties #delirium #peter maris

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8-11, and 15 for the lore asks!

8. what is your self insert’s orientation?

Asexual but will absolutely drag Cas into the back of their hearse at any time. Their asexuality is very much played as a lighthearted joke for most of the series; for example, they're totally oblivious to the Winchester's magnetism and they have a few hilarious scenes where Dean tries to get them into various strip clubs or other sexually charged situations to try and figure them out. It's implied that they're not romantically attracted to humans but do like supernatural beings--they go on a date with a cute vampire girl and will return flirtations from various other beings but have zero reaction to mortals. Makes for some humorous misunderstandings when Cas temporarily leaves Jimmy's body.

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

Besides the Winchesters, they're good friends with Charlie and have a very strange and highly entertaining friendship with Crowley, although they're not necessarily "close".

Absolute 100% ride-or-die besties with Garth--put these two together and they're just the biggest dorkiest nerds who are actually kind of badass. Me and Garth would die for each other and have tried on several occasions to do just that. I love you Garth my beloved and I'm so sorry I never talk about considering we are iconic besties 😭

They have an extremely close relationship with Gabriel that crosses some very strange lines, but ya'll already knew that one.

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

I answered this already but I'll do it again with some different characters and the Winchesters as the f/o's!

John Winchester is a little weirded out by his sons' new friend, especially when he sees how close they are. And especially when he realizes that their new best buddy has nothing but contempt for him.

A lot of characters find the relationship between us three to be really odd, especially when I'm introduced as their sibling--I look nothing like them and don't share their last name. But most don't have the courage to question it. Anyone who does is usually just stared down until they change the subject.

11. what kind of outfit(s) does your self insert wear?

Literally just my fashion sense. So lots of black and neutral colors when they're on the job, but plenty of dad-core button downs in dumb patterns and thrifted tees. Long coats and western-movie-bad-guy dusters in the winter. Dark jeans and combat boots or old sneakers. Pretty much anything they can pick up at a thrift store--think "80's dad meets lesbian cowboy". And almost always their trademark black cowboy hat with a flat Gambler brim.

15. how does your self insert play a role in the plot of the story? do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?

Answered this one too but hell, I'll do it again.

I'm a main character just as much as Sam and Dean because of fucking course I am, deal with it. I help to balance out their weirdly toxic and codependent relationship, give them someone else to focus on besides each other. I temper Dean's aggression and bolster Sam, and offer a perspective on hunting and the supernatural that makes for some really interesting discussions and plot lines.

What I'm saying is that I'm the long-lost answer to so many of that show's most basic problems and you can deal with it, ya dig

Thank you friend, this s/I makes me so happy 😭😭😭

#supernatural #spn #my huntersona #ask enter #THESE MAKE MY DAY

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Early 1890's Antique Smith & Wesson .44 Double Action Frontier Model Revolver in .44-40 Winchester w/ Factory Nickel Finish

Antique: Yes Manufacturer: Smith & Wesson Model: .44 Double Action Frontier Model Serial Number: 6370 Caliber Info: .44-40 Winchester Bore: Excellent Condition: Very Good Barrels: 6" Inches Finish: Nickel Manufacture Date: 1890-1893

Manufactured between 1886 and 1913, the antique Smith & Wesson .44 Double Action Frontier Model revolver was a .44-40 Winchester version of the Smith & Wesson Double Action First Model revolver chambered in .44 S&W Russian.

The .44 Double Action Frontier featured a blued or nickel factory finish, a double-action top-break design, a 6-shot fluted cylinder 1 & 9/16ths" inches long, smooth Walnut or black hard rubber grips, and a 4",5",6", or 6.5" inch barrel. This model got its own serial number range starting at "1" and ending at "15340", which duplicated some of the serial number range of the short-cylindered .44 S&W Russian Double Action First Model.

The S&W .44 Double Action Frontier proved to be an excellent weapon, very well-made and reliable while being chambered in the powerful .44-40 Winchester cartridge that many lever action rifles were chambered in. This simplified things for many by allowing the owner to carry one type and caliber of ammunition for both his sidearm and rifle. While it was an excellent weapon, it was not a huge commercial success at the time but did have a strong following among gunfighters and shootists.

One well known example of "Old West" use of the .44 Double Action Frontier revolver was by Texas gunfighter and outlaw John Wesley Hardin, who was using one of these revolvers when he was killed in a shootout in the Acme Saloon by Constable John Selman in El Paso, Texas in 1895. Today these S&W revolvers are sought-after by gun collectors, western historians, and shooters alike.

This particular example is serial number 6370, and it was manufactured sometime circa 1890 to 1893. It is a factory nickel finish gun with a 6" inch barrel and factory hard rubber grips. It is 100% all-original and all-matching.

The frame, cylinder, barrel assembly, top-latch/rear sight, and both grips are all factory numbered and matching. It is obvious that this Smith has been cared for over the years and fired very, very little. The factory nickel finish shows its age with some corrosion, flaking, and light staining, but is still mostly intact and attractive overall. The original factory case coloring on the trigger and hammer still shows a lot of bright colors, particularly in the protected areas. The face of the trigger doesn't show any of the case colors left, but the sides and rear edges are still nice and bright. The hammer has nice bright color all around, with only minor wear showing where the hammer's sides make contact with the gun's frame when the action is worked. The original factory gloss blue finish on the triggerguard is still nice and bright with only light wear and handling marks on the outside face of the guard, consistent with the rest of the gun.

The bore in this .44 Double Action Frontier is really amazing and looks like-new. The rifling still shows sharp lands and grooves throughout the barrel, and there is no pitting, erosion, or imperfections visible whatsoever. The six cylinder bores are equally as clean and pristine. As you can see from the pictures, this Smith shows little to no evidence of being fired at any point since leaving the factory nearly 130 years ago. There is no powder staining or pitting on the forcing cone, cylinder face, or top strap, amazing when you consider this gun was made at a time when black powder was commonly used going forward for decades.

The original factory grips on this S&W are in excellent condition. Both black hard rubber grip panels are free from any cracks, chips, repairs, or visible wear. The checkering is still crisp and sharp, and the S&W logos are in perfect shape. The double-action operation on this .44 Double Action Frontier Model is in perfect working order. The double-action operation is perfectly "in time" and smooth, and the cylinder locks up extremely tight with no wiggle at full-lock.

The only mechanical issue with this Smith is that when you try to operate the gun single-action the hammer cocks back just fine, but when you pull the trigger it wants to kick forward before the hammer drops all of the way. You really have to pull the trigger deliberately hard for it to operate properly in single-action operation.

source: [gunsinternational]

#1890s #fic research

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Holidays 5.2

Holidays

Astronomy Day

Ba Ba Ba Booo Day

Baby Day

Battle of Hogwarts Day (Harry Potter)

Bird L.A. Day (California)

Brothers and Sisters Day

Childhood Depression Awareness Day

Coarse Fishing Season begins (Medieval UK)

Day of Madrid (Spain)

Dos de Mayo Uprising Anniversary Day (Spain)

Fire Day

Flag Day (Poland)

Good Housekeeping Day

Holiday of the Region of Madrid (Spain)

International Harry Potter Day

International Loch Ness Monster Day

International Market Research Day

King James Bible Day

Mad Festival

National Babies Day

National Byron Day

National Curly Hair Day (UK)

National Day of Hiring

National Education Day (Indonesia)

National Fire Day

National Freeman-Sheldon Syndrome Awareness Day

National Life Insurance Day

National Play Your Ukulele Day

National Report Homeland Security Fraud Day

National Sandra Day

Natural Joy Day

Peasant's Day (Burma)

Placebo Day

Polish Diaspora and Poles Abroad Day

Robert's Rules of Order Day

Rowdy Friends Day

Sam Winchester Day (Supernatural)

Sappho Asteroid Day

Scurvy Awareness Day

Sibling Appreciation Day

Take a Baby to Lunch Day

Teachers’ Day (Bhutan, Iran)

Third Druk Gyalpo Day (Bhutan)

Trade Unions House Fire Anniversary (Ukraine)

Wallflower Day (French Republic)

World Bloggers Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Green Tea Day (Japan)

National Matcha Day

National Truffle Day

World Tuna Day (UN)

1st Thursday in May

Idaho Gives Day (Idaho) [1st Thursday]

Kid Lit Art Postcard Day [1st Thursday]

Make-a-Book Day [Thursday of 1st Full Week]

Martin Z. Mollusk Day [1st Thursday]

Mom's Night Out [Thursday before Mother's Day]

National Children's Mental Health Awareness Day [Thursday of 1st Full Week]

National Day of Prayer [1st Thursday]

National Day of Reason [1st Thursday]

National Student Nurse Day [Thursday of 1st Full Week]

Thank a Dance Teacher [1st Thursday]

Thank a Youth Worker Day [1st Thursday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

World Password Day [1st Thursday]

Weekly Holidays beginning May 2 (1st Week)

Children’s Book Week (thru 5.8)

Screen Free Week (thru 5.8)

Independence & Related Days

Hudson Bay Company (Founded; 1670)

Richensland (Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

Festivals Beginning May 2, 2024

Earth Frequency Festival (Queensland, Australia) [thru 5.6]

Festival Accès Asie (Montreal, Canada) [thru 6.2]

LSR Wine Stroll (Chicago, Illinois)

Mushroom Festival (Richmond, Missouri) [thru 5.4]

Strawberry Festival (Cabot, Arkansas) [thru 5.4]

UK Asian Film Festival (London, UK) [thru 5.12]

Vinton County Wild Turkey Festival (McArthur, Ohio) [thru 5.5]

World Art Dubai (Dubai, UAE) [thru 5.5]

Feast Days

Ahudemmeh (Syriac Orthodox Church).

Alexandre Antigua (Artology)

Athanasius of Alexandria (a.k.a. Athanasius the Great; Western Christianity)

Blessing of the Deosil (a.k.a. Sunwise; Celtic Book of Days)

Boris I of Bulgaria (Bulgarian Orthodox Church)

Conrad of Seldenbüren (Christian; Saint)

Demosthenes (Positivist; Saint)

Eve of the Finding of the True Cross

Exsuperius and Zoe (Christian; Martyrs)

Feast of Osiris (who taught the Egyptians how to brew beer)

Feast of Ysahodhara (Consort of Buddha)

Fertility Festival featuring a Man wearing a hobbyhorse costume, a devil’s mask, and pointed hat (UK; Everyday Wicca)

Fiesta Dei Serpari (Cocullo, Italy)

Germanus of Normandy (Christian; Saint)

Giovanni Niccolò Servandoni (Artology)

Humane Day

Jerome K. Jerome (Writerism)

Junior (Muppetism)

Listen to Your Heart Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Mafalda (Christian; Saint)

Media Ver I (Pagan)

Nina Hartley Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Ramen Day (Pastafarian)

Scurvy Awareness Day (Pastafarian)

Ultan (Christian; Saint)

Waldebert (Christian; Saint)

Wiborada (Christian; Martyr & Virgin)

Zoe (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [25 of 71]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [24 of 60]

Premieres

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (Film; 2014)

Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery (Film; 1997)

The Awful Tooth (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1952)

Ballyhooey (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1960)

Bulldog Drummond (Film; 1929)

The Cute Recruit (Phantasies Cartoon; 1941)

Daffy’s Southern Exposure (WB LT Cartoon; 1942)

Disintegration, by The Cure (Album; 1989)

A Dog’s Dream (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1941)

Emotional Intelligence, by Daniel Coleman (Book; 1996)

The Firm, by John Grisham (Novel; 1991)

The Holy Bible, King James Version (Religious Book; 1611)

Iron Man (Film; 2008)

I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me), by Whitney Houston (Song; 1987)

The Jack Benny Program (Radio Series; 1932)

Jo Jo Dancer, Your Life Is Calling (Film; 1986)

Let It Be Me (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

Living With War, by Neil Young (Album; 2006)

Made of Honor (Film; 2008)

The Magician’s Nephew, by C.S. Lewis (Novel; 1955) [The Chronicles of Narnia #6]

Miracle on 34th Street (Film; 1947)

Money Heist (TV Series; 2017)

My Favorite Wife (Film; 1940)

No Ordinary Time, by Doris Kearns Goodwin (History Book; 1995)

The Odd Couple (Film; 1968)

The Old House (Happy Harmonies Cartoon; 1936)

Peter and the Wolf, by Sergei Prokofiev (Symphonic Fairy Tale; 1936)

Pontoffel Pock, Where Are You? (DePatie-Freleng Animated TV Special; 1980)

The Postman Always Rings Twice (Film; 1946)

Ragtime Romeo (Ub Iwerks Cartoon; 1931)

The Return of Dr. Fu Manchu (Film; 1930)

The Screwtape Letters, by C.S. Lewis (Novel; 1942)

Southern Fried Rabbit (WB LT Cartoon; 1953)

The Taming of the Shrew, by William Shakespeare (Play; 1594)

Tell Laura I Love Her, recorded by Ray Peterson (Song; 1960)

10,000 Days, by Tool (Album; 2006)

Triplanetary, by E.E. "Doc" Smith (Novel; 1948) [Lensman #1]

The Vanishing Duck (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1958)

The Wacky Rabbit (WB MM Cartoon; 1942)

Waitress (Film; 2007)

Wonderful Tonight, recorded by Eric Clapton (Song; 1977)

X2: X-Men United (Film; 2003)

Today’s Name Days

Athanasius, Boris, Siegmund (Austria)

Boriana, Boris, Borislav, Borislava (Bulgaria)

Atanazije, Boris (Croatia)

Zikmund (Czech Republic)

Athanasius (Denmark)

Maaja, Mai, Maia, Maie, Maiu (Estonia)

Viivi, Vuokko (Finland)

Boris, Zoé (France)

Boris, Siegmund, Zoé (Germany)

Avgerinos, Esperos, Matrona (Greece)

Zsigmond (Hungary)

Atanasio, Efisio (Italy)

Laris, Sigismunds, Visvaris, Zigmunds (Latvia)

Atanazas, Eidmantas, Meilė (Lithuania)

Åsa, Åse (Norway)

Afanazy, Anatol, Atanazy, Longin, Longina, Walenty, Walter, Witomir, Zygmunt (Poland)

Atanasie (Romania)

Tamara (Russia)

Žigmund (Slovakia)

Atanasio, Zoe (Spain)

Filip, Filippa (Sweden)

Bing, Zoe, Zoey, Zolita (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 123 of 2024; 243 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 18 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Saille (Willow) [Day 19 of 28]

Chinese: Month 3 (Wu-Chen), Day 24 (Bing-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 24 Nisan 5784

Islamic: 23 Shawwal 1445

J Cal: 3 Magenta; Threesday [23 of 30]

Julian: 19 April 2024

Moon: 37%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 11 Caesar (5th Month) [Ptolemy Lagus]

Runic Half Month: Lagu (Flowing Water) [Day 8 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 45 of 92)

Week: 1st Week of May

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 13 of 31)

#calendar #Holidays

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