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[abigailht]

Update on the Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester drawing. Still not finished, but the arm, hand, and back are hurting 😅 not sure when I’ll finish it, I tend to exaggerate if I don’t have a definitive deadline lol.

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[valleydean]

Prologue & Chapter 1 [Read Here]

CONTENDER, the Heavyweight Prequel a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read parts I-III | playlist | trailer

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1924. During their rise to fame, two professional boxers at the beginning of their careers meet and begin a turbulent affair. Set to the backdrop of opulent parties, dark-lit speakeasies, and the bright spotlight of the championship ring, Dean and Cas get caught up in boxing's seedy underworld.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

Dean unhooked his arm from Lisa’s and faced her. “Drink?”

Her brown eyes lit up. “In a minute. I want to dance.” She grabbed both of his hands and dragged him toward the dance floor. Dean laughed, letting himself be led. He grabbed Lisa by the waist and started twirling her around to the beat of the lively tempo. A singer’s voice sounded over the instruments.

Some others I’ve seen might never be mean Might never be cross or try to be boss but they wouldn’t do

As Dean spun, he scanned the room, searching for any celebrities, athletes, or socialites.

His eyes landed on a man standing in a small crowd chatting in the corner of the room. He didn’t seem to be doing much talking though—or listening. He looked almost irritated to be there. He was in a navy tie and a simple, tailored black suit that was only a few shades darker than his wavy hair. The fabric stretched across his arms and chest. The only items he wore that stuck to the party’s theme were gold Eye of Horace cufflinks that winked in the light. The petite brunette woman hanging off of his arm was a lot more dressed for the occasion, from her headband to her feathered dress to her sheer stockings, but Dean only spared her a passing glance.

In Dean’s arms, Lisa giggled and twirled the two of them around. Dean barely registered it. He swiveled his head back and forth, keeping his eyes on the familiar man as if they had been magnetically bound to him. He was the prizefighter from the underground rings. Dean had seen him a handful of times over the years, but not recently. Since the last time, he’d bulked up, and his skin was tanner, but that might have been the warm lights hitting his face. They made his shadow stretch tall and high on the wall behind him.

Images of the first time Dean had laid eyes on him flashed to the forefront of his mind.

The giant going down in a bloody heap like David slaying Goliath. The way the prizefighter’s chest rose and fell in labored breaths. The blue eyes that swept across the frenzied crowd to latch onto Dean’s as the police pulled him away. The shock of the East River’s frigid waters when Dean launched into them.

He could feel those same waters now. Choppy and laced, dark, all-consuming. His skin numbed.

He watched the prizefighter raise the cigarette pinched between his fingers to his dry lips, watched his mouth wrap around it and the way his chest ballooned while he took a drag.

Then, just like on that night a few years ago, the prizefighter realized he was being watched. Those same blue eyes raised toward Dean’s. He lowered his cigarette and exhaled, the gray smoke puffing from his mouth and dissipating in a cloud around his face. He pressed his jaw together, forming a solid line beneath dark stubble, and he stared back unflinchingly.

Dean’s body was moving on its own. He was only vaguely aware of the way Lisa pressed against him, of the way they swayed and twirled. He looked over her head, barely realizing that his mouth was hanging open.

He didn’t know what this staring contest was, or if the prizefighter recognized him, too.

The prizefighter’s cigarette was burning to nothing where it hung at his side, raining ash down on the marble floors.

It had to be you, wonderful you, it had to be you!

Dean hadn’t registered that the song had ended and they’d stopped dancing until Lisa said, “Okay, now I’m ready for that drink.”

Dean kept the prizefighter’s blue stare, assessing him, trying to anticipate his next move. If he’d break left or right; if he’d try to back Dean against the ropes or wait for Dean to come to him. With such calculating eyes, Dean knew the prizefighter was doing the same to him. He tightened his jaw and dipped his chin, bracing himself for the inevitable incoming blow.

[Read the Prologue & Chapter 1 on AO3]

[corrupt-touch]

Cas’ completely clean hand gripping Dean’s bloody wrist because he won’t hurt Dean back will never not make me feel crazy

[fabuki]

[allythellia]

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not sure what happened to the caption but pls reblog this version if u can

@spnprideweek DAY 1: coming out // flags more info under the cut

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[psycheandthistle]

Command me to be well

(based on Fabián Cháirez’s piece “La anunciatión”)

[not-the-blue]

All that's left is the song I've sung The breath I've taken and the one I must

aka

any song can be destiel if your heart is pure

(lyrics are from The Wrote & The Writ by Johnny Flynn)

[distinguishedenthusiastcatt]

In Pride month, I think it's important to remind you of this iconic dialogue. You don't have to talk about who you are if you don't want to❤️

[inacatastrophicmind]

Dean + bisexual flag colors

[sampilled]

i’m gonna give you two photos; guess which photo is the homoerotic one.

photo 1.

(man saying i love you to the other dude, and the dude just mogs him in response)

photo 2.

(two men not leaving ANY room for jesus, while holding hands and pressing their faces against one another)

now, guess which ones are lovers, and which ones are brothers.

[seasononesam]

Ah well, growing up it was a… it was always nice to check out once in a while. I like to watch movies where I know the bad guy is going to lose.

Happy Birthday Dean Winchester!

[cottoncandyofterror]

They are in love, your honor and live happily ever after ... somewhere off screen :(

[castheology]

1x03 Dead in the Water / 8x07 A Little Slice of Kevin / 11x03 The Bad Seed / 7x12 Time After Time

[abigailht]

I know emotions are running high right now, and a lot of people are hurt, but please don’t let this situation turn into a hate-fest. Do everyone a favor by not spreading misinformation, reposting things taken out of context, or making definitive claims about a situation you did not witness firsthand.

Using the panel discourse to attack Misha or Jensen, or each other, is not acceptable and it will not help anyone. It will only escalate things further and may end up hurting the actors or affecting fandom spaces that many fans rely on to feel safe.

Please try not to add fuel to the fire when you see arguments starting. Right now, de-escalation and care for each other matter more than winning a discourse.

It is possible to disagree with what was said on both sides without encouraging harassment.

Please protect the community instead of escalating the damage and dogpiling.

[bluehandprint]

I stepped on jensen's foot. Felt like small revenge

[abigailht]

This is way out of line, gloating about physically harming someone, no matter the reason, is WRONG.

The word you are looking for is “I’m sorry about it”

[bluehandprint]

So funny to me how some of you seem to picture me jumping intentionaly on jensen's toe just to hurt him and getting out of this interaction without saying sorry and without a bodyguard tackling me on the ground

[abigailht]

I didn’t think you did it on purpose.

I said it’s not cool GLOATING about the fact that it happened and framing it in a way that it “felt like revenge”

You need to realize that posting stuff like this only dogpiles onto something that is already a bad situation and will only make everything wors

If you don’t think that this will be weaponised against destiel shippers, then think again

[abigailht]

I know emotions are running high right now, and a lot of people are hurt, but please don’t let this situation turn into a hate-fest. Do everyone a favor by not spreading misinformation, reposting things taken out of context, or making definitive claims about a situation you did not witness firsthand.

Using the panel discourse to attack Misha or Jensen, or each other, is not acceptable and it will not help anyone. It will only escalate things further and may end up hurting the actors or affecting fandom spaces that many fans rely on to feel safe.

Please try not to add fuel to the fire when you see arguments starting. Right now, de-escalation and care for each other matter more than winning a discourse.

It is possible to disagree with what was said on both sides without encouraging harassment.

Please protect the community instead of escalating the damage and dogpiling.