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sampegger · 9 days
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do you guys think the writers would have taken it more seriously if it had been alastair around relentlessly tormenting dean in late seasons as opposed to lucifer with sam
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youchangedmedestiel · 19 days
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Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 5,187
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Jack Kline is Not God, Saileen Mentioned, Domesticity in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Castiel in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Established Relationship, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Neck Kissing, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Attempt at Humor, Deansturbation, Masturbation, Teasing, they are so gone for each other, They try to resist it though, because of that silly game they are playing, Smut, Two Endings, Don't be afraid to tell which one you prefer
Summary:
Dean and Cas waited 12 years to finally be together. So, they think they can resist each other, but do they? (Please, read the notes at the beginning for better understanding)
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I got this idea from this pic (coming from this post on x): 
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you still resent nancy and jonathan for getting together???? for “hurting steve’s feelings”??? despite the fact that he verbally supported their relationship like 2 hours after seeing them together. this from a season that released 6 fucking years ago. a season prior to him saying that he was NOT in love with nancy anymore. do you want me to call shawn levy and tell him of your dilemma. bestie do you need to rewatch the source material
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ardenrosegarden · 11 months
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comparing journal pages
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dulltoned · 4 months
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Hey, I've gotten a couple asks and I wanted to give everyone a heads up that this is by no means a roleplay blog.
No worries about the confusion but, fair warning, I'm just gonna delete any starters or asks sent in character.
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dancingafterdark · 12 days
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bad brain fog day has impaired my creative drive since this morning (dear universe: please take my ON away already, four years is enough—) and i rarely allow myself to just relax and take pride in my work.
that said, this right here? this dumb little sentence that’s nothing more than a little play on words that’s inconsequential to the narrative and honestly blink and you’ll miss it, this thing I wrote with a little smile like I was the cleverest little shit? writing it in my last will and testament that no matter how many developmental changes this monster of a manuscript will continue to undergo, this line stays.
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housewifebuck · 7 months
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I love the show too and usually I can watch it, but some episodes. There's a firefighter on tiktok who has talked about how the emergencies would actually be handled. My favorite is when they do the whole poking the ceiling with a sharp stick to try and find the brother stuck in the attic, lol.
that scene literally made me froth with rage
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shenji-yei-v2 · 9 months
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also still cannot believe that Toussaint is taller than Henri... i knew bebe Clement is a small fragile bunker princess but he actually looks UP when facing Toussaint?
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you hoarse voiced bastard you cant be that tall and tower over twink named Henri you cant-
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ravennightbirt · 1 year
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If you love a mortal their end will be horrible
Ok so this post I made two nights ago about Hob questioning the rules the Endless siblings have to follow and that was inspired by @redmalkin questioning those rules in the first place?
That was the nice version of how everything could have happened.
And It’s still swirling through my head…so enjoy the pain!
They have been in the dreaming for several days at this point. Hob had called in sick for work almost immediately. Called it a family emergency that needed him to leave the country. Thankfully the New Inn was self-sufficient and he only needed them to know that he couldn’t do extra shifts for some time. 
It had went so well, too. Just like he had thought the Endless siblings were terrifying when they worked together, truly worked together. Dream and Desire alone had figured out half of what the rules truly were supposed to be about in less than a day. 
Death and Delirium on the other hand, the two who worked closest with humans and who actually interacted with them on a regular had made plans to get their siblings to rejoining the Waking world properly, although that was mostly for Destiny and Desire. Dream was on his way there already thanks to Hob. The sentence “Hob can help us here” had fallen more than once already and he already had kissed peacefully flat and quiet evenings curled up with Dream goodbye. Not that he wouldn’t do it. 
Destiny was still quiet. They had no clue jet how to break the damn chain and make it possible for the man to do stuff on his own. The chain was reacting to everyone who tried to touch it, burning them. Which was why Despair was sitting at her big brothers feed and was looking at the thing. Hob still twitched whenever the smell of burned flesh reached him. 
Which was why the sudden change in the Dreaming hit him like a train. 
The only warning they got was Despairs agonized moan and how she fell over against Destiny before the Palace started shaking. 
Hob for his part suddenly relived the most beautiful and painful moments of his life. Holding Robyn for the first time, holding him for the last time. Elenore laughing on their wedding night, when he tried to get her to not be nervous. Elenore silent. The first kick of their baby girl. Holding her still body.
He came back to Desire gripping his arm had enough that they were drawing blood and Deliriums holding onto his other hand, babbling nonsense. 
Dream was still standing at the war table he had created once they had found the truth behind Destiny’s chain and book. It was cracked and the books and papers and everything else they had had on the table was all over the room. Death was right next to Dream not really touching him, but wanting to. She was talking asking what had happened. 
Dream didn’t even react to it. He was just standing there frozen in place. Looking in pain. 
“Brother please!” Death called out sounding close to hysterics. It finally got a reaction.
“We are not allowed to love mortals.” 
It was nothing more than a whisper, but is sounded hoarse and choked. 
“We already figured out days ago!” Desire answered. Their grip on Hob tightened. Confusion was written clearly on their face. Dream turned his head to wards them and when his eyes- just for a second- met Hobs before they slit over to Desire’s the first tear rolled down his cheek.
“I loved…” Dream trailed off, his voice breaking. He took a shaking breath of air more tears spilling down his cheeks. Death wavered as if she was realizing what he was talking about. 
“I loved him so much.” Dream croaked out. Hob felt the Dreaming wailing with pain and agony. It hurt so much. Oh god he knew this pain, he remember this pain.
“So I rejected him, cast him out. Thinking it would save…” Dream’s knees buckled and only Death already reaching out for him kept him from crumbling to the ground. 
“I rejected him thinking it would be enough. That he would make it. I made him hate me so he lived!” 
Hob felt Delirium crawl into his lap. She was whimpering and crying and talking fast than he had heard ever before. Desire on his other side was crying. Slow tears rolling down their face. Hob couldn’t see Destiny and Despair from where he was, but he heard Despairs sobs. 
“They killed my son!” Dream screamed and it rattled the whole Dreaming. The older Dreams and nightmares and other denizen of the Dreaming, Hob could feel them, could feel they sorrow and pain. They could feel Dreams pain. 
“They made me kill my son!” 
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deanwasalwaysbi · 2 years
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"Your Responsibility Was to Your Family, Not Some Glorified Book Club"
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Dean taking his anger at John out on Henry - Blaming Henry and his spell for the way that Sam and Dean grew up.
Henry literally tells Sam he has more in common with John than Dean does. Even though he only knew John until he was like 5, before tragedy struck. In case anyone out there was still arguing that point.
Meanwhile Henry travelled through time, abandoned his family, and died to keep Abaddon out of the Bunker - and then Sam and Dean just routinely let The Literal King of Hell, His Mother, and Lucifer himself in. NBD. 🤷‍♀️
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riighteouspath · 7 months
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you know what, i’ll say it. it’s criminal we never saw cas in dean’s hot dog pj bottoms.
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The trailer for another one of Roger's upcoming films, Bunker, just dropped on YouTube!
Synopsis:
"Trapped in a bunker during World War I, a group of soldiers are faced with an ungodly presence that slowly turns them against each other. As paranoia and fear grow between them, the men experience the true hell of war."
Directed by: Adrian Langley
Writer: Michael Huntsman
Cast: Luke Baines (Under the Silver Lake), Kayla Radomski (Once Upon a Time in Hollywood), Sean Cullen (Netfilx’s “Mindhunter”), Roger Clark (“Red Dead Redemption II”), Julian Feder, and Eddie Ramos, with theater veteran Patrick Moltane as the volatile “Lieutenant Turner".
Check out the trailer for Bunker below!
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ardenrosegarden · 9 months
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Amnesia: The Bunker, anti-militarism, and nationalism as a blight
Frictional Games, Amnesia: The Bunker Herman Lebovics, True France, The Wars Over Cultural Identity, 1900-1945 Leo Tolstoy tr. Constantine Popoff, What I Believe Fredy Perlman, The Continuing Appeal of Nationalism IAmTheSnuggler, Amnesia: The Bunker - War is Hell Mark Levitch, The visual culture of modern war: Photography, posters, and soldiers' art in World War I France Frédéric Mégret and Raphael Vagliano “We Will Not Go to the Trenches!” the “fusillés pour l’exemple,” Military Disobedience, and Soldiers’ Right to Life
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Riverdale is camp you guys have no sense of style or anything like this show just decides established characters in popular het relationships are gay or whatever because the writers have nothing better to do. They live for drama and violence for the thrill of the chase
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Find the Word -- Iodine edition
I had so much fun playing the tag game that I figured I'd use the same five words @lexiklecksi gave me, but with another work. Haha. :)
Crazy:
“The world is just really crazy sometimes, Natalie,” Dr. Mizrahi frowned at all of us, “but we have to claw our way back. Not only in words, but also with our knowledge.” 
Flower:
I swept the sheet open, only to nearly fall backwards when I immediately saw that pale, fragile face, with grayish blue lips and eyelids which looked like seashells. However, from the fluorescent lighting, the left side kept more of its beauty than the right, which featured a dull cut and a notable bruise on her cheek, an aborted flower that didn’t bloom. 
Comfort:
“Comfort? We all are looking for an imaginary blanket to wrap ourselves in when things get rough,” Juliana sighed as she glanced at me, a smile appearing on her honey-pink lips. Tossing back my head, I awkwardly fidgeted with my hair as she backed away but relaxed enough to hold me again. 
Accusation:
“Sure,” I replied, almost sarcastically under my tongue. I don’t want to make a false accusation about these people! It’s not good on me, but it’s more likely they could find the Bunker and hunt the rest of us down. I thought, before taking another breath. 
Deprivation:
The deprivation of truth really got to me after a few days. Stubbing out another cigarette on the kitchen counter, I wanted to kick the stool and let everybody know what I was feeling. However, that would lead to somebody reporting to Sylvestra or Alitasie, and then they would have to lecture me like a kid. Unfortunately, I was feeling like that too often.
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profoundbondfanfic · 2 years
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What Has Eight Tentacles and Isn't Allowed to Eat Pie?
What Has Eight Tentacles and Isn't Allowed to Eat Pie? by Annie D (@no-gorms) Rating: teen Word count: 16k
Dean watched an anime porn about this once, but real life turns out to be way less interesting. Or, the one where Dean gets turned into an octopus.
For my first review with the Profound Bond group, I couldn’t help but pick an old favorite. If you haven’t read this sweet, funny, and surprisingly deep little fic, I can’t recommend it enough.  Usually, my tastes run toward the profane and deviant, but I was delighted to find that the innocence of this story is a necessary part of its charm.
Castiel is shown at his kindest and most tender.  He understands Dean without words or effort and soothes Dean’s discomfort however he can.  Throughout the whole story, whether he’s letting Octo!Dean ride around on his head or preparing his gross raw food by hand. Castiel is quiet, determined, and a source of endless comfort.  Because for once, Dean is is outsider, the alien.  He is the one who can’t figure out how to express what he needs to say because the words don’t exist in Octopussian, much like they don’t for Cas in Enochian.  
Castiel understands the pain of being the outsider, of never finding a place to land, so he gives Dean everything he himself needs.  And in doing so, teaches Dean what it means to love someone so different from you, that you may not understand them, but that doesn’t make them any less precious or necessary.
Also, Dean gets to squirt Kevin with Octopus Ink, so there’s that.
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