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[daughterofruins]

~Introductory Post~

Shehzadi Radha Ruins

Noor

They are me, I am them<3

I'm a desi, but I'm also a poet and my pehla pehla pyaar is momos

You can find my poems at - ruins writes poems

And my shitposts at - radharambles

You're welcome here, unless you a creep,

Then I and my moots will kick you out

Overall, thank you for coming and visiting.

Acha lage toh ruk jana

If you like it, then stay here:))

[sugardeery]

Praying my future husband looks like Jensen Ackles or im gonna lose my shit

[desii-banda]

“If life doesn't kill me, nostalgia will”🍂⏳

[oh-no-nana]

how many times is too many times when it comes to rejecting a guy becuz he just can't seem to get the hint☺

[animeandblahblahblah]

Religion is like a penis, Its good to have one, hell its fine to be proud of it as well, but dont whip that motherfucker out in public and start waving around and please do not try to shove it down to anyone’s throat

[oh-munda-kukkad-kamaal-da]

OMG VIGHNESH BHAIYYA WASSUP

do u remember me

Hiii. I'm afraid I'm replying to this too late😭. But I'm fine

Tu kaisi hai?? After so long. How have you beennn

And i dont forget any of my sisters lol

[daughterofruins]

hii

awww

im good, dw, aap batao

[oh-munda-kukkad-kamaal-da]

Chall rha hai bas. Vacations and all. Already so bored i want to go back. Pata nahi jinki 2 months ki chutti rehti hai wo kaise reh lete hai ghar pe. Anyways. Tu kaisi hai? How have you been? Kaise jaa rhe dinn? How's life???

[daughterofruins]

okay so lots of life updates.

sigh.

ive been admitted to law school(yayyy). i did really well in class 12 boards matlab goddamn well (98.25% air 8), aur altho i got my dream law college mummy papa jane nahi de rahe because uttar Pradesh mein hai and its not safe. plus, ive gotten more politically active, im doing things i dreamt of as a child so yeah I'm really content about some things atp.

baki bohot kuch downhill bhi horahai but im trying not to think about that.

[oh-munda-kukkad-kamaal-da]

OMG VIGHNESH BHAIYYA WASSUP

do u remember me

Hiii. I'm afraid I'm replying to this too late😭. But I'm fine

Tu kaisi hai?? After so long. How have you beennn

And i dont forget any of my sisters lol

[daughterofruins]

hii

awww

im good, dw, aap batao

[veer-bhogya-vasundhara]

alysa liu-ed my way through a moot and ended up winning runner ups whaaaaa 🫪

[daughterofruins]

OMG SO PROUD

[veer-bhogya-vasundhara]

Bhairavi di, hii

I have a serious question this time-

Back when you were about to start law school, what are the things you wished you had done during these 3-4 months holiday? what are things i should be doing now? College starts around August, so I still have 2-3 months(may, june, july).

henloooo mera baccha i hope you're doing well

so my boards ended in May, and I began college in September, i had this significant amount of time, and after the entire hustle with boards and entrances, i think the only thing i needed was rest. So I took a whole lot of rest, late uthti thi (don't actually do this, please get up a bit early, 12-1 baje tak sona is not a flex) went out with my sisters (that was my first ever Goa trip), i went out with my friends, explored my city one last time before i left it almost forever, ate good food (but har roz chinese khana is not a good idea lol so take care of your health also) and just in general relaxed a lot. So I did what I wanted to do during my break : had fun, but since I was also shifting cities, I wanted to explore the new city and the area around my college, so I went ahead and did that too. You don't have to regret resting, you earned it and you deserve it. Abhi tak toh you don't have to worry about anything cause this kind of time may not return when you start college/law school,

Law school, in general, demands a lot of mental, physical and emotional energy. You don't need to "prepare for anything" for now (unless you want to give government exams, that's a whole another topic we can discuss seperately). If you really want to spend this time more productively, focus on working towards building those. Pick up a new hobby, learn a new language, read a few books (since you're starting, I'd suggest reading The Courtroom Genius, a biography of Nani Palkhivala. That's one lawyer I truly look up to. On Balance by Leila Seth is also a very good book, considering she was the first woman judge of the Delhi High Court.)

Other than that aish karo, yeh time sachme wapas nahi aane wala, have fun

also you've grown up so fast man, kal hi toh muns kar rhi thi aaj you're in law school, I'm so proud of you my child 🥺

[daughterofruins]

Aww (muns toh abh bhi karungi lekin aapko sappy banadiya maza aagaya hehe)

So My boards ended on 30th March. Abhi ek mahine toh I've been stuffing myself w junk, waking up late (8-9 baje), and I wanted to be so productive like i forced mom to buy me books and just I bought stuff to redecorate the room but mai motivation lose karderahi hoon I just sleep all day😭

Although i did go on my first big girl date- i went to my favourite cafe and book store, got some work done there so it made me feel good, plus I'm involved with a youth collective so uska kaam i keep doing, but overall i just feel so lazy(i thought I'll lose weightbut i havemt done anything forthat)

OH ALSO DID I TELL YOU

I got 96.75% in ISC hehehe

Aanyway I'll keep in mind what you said, i love you mwah<3

[dalchini-gola]

checking in on my mutuals in the terrible terrible throes of state elections

y'all alright?

[h0bg0blin-meat]

No :D

[allthingsmythology]

five words: what the fuck is happening

[daughterofruins]

we're not going to be able to recognize the Calcutta we grew up in in the next four years. Bengal was meant to be the seat of revolutions, not cloaked with the exploitation of a religion. BJP is not here to set Hindus right- it is here to destory absolutely anybody that does not fit into their narrative.

[weirdass-hazard]

Obviously Bjp is going to win

BECAUSE YOU ALL WERE BUSY BEING FUCKING APOLITICAL!!!!

Your political conscience starts and ends with social media

What else were you all expecting ???

[humsafarhumhihai]

elections are going on in wb, and the other day a tempo was doing advertisement for bjp in our street and the street dogs genuinely started to cry and bark.

bro even they know.

[dalchini-gola]

checking in on my mutuals in the terrible terrible throes of state elections

y'all alright?

[h0bg0blin-meat]

No :D

[wendichester]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a pre-series Dean x reader fic, back when he was doing solo hunts while Sam was away at Stanford? Maybe the reader is still a rookie hunter, and they’re on a hunt that goes a little sideways. By the end of it, she’s bloodied and bruised and looks like she got dragged through hell, but nothing is actually serious or life-threatening. The difference is that she’s absolutely thrilled, because it was her first kill and she’s so proud of herself. In her mind, the hunt was a success: no one died, the monster’s gone, and all her hard work finally paid off, even if there were a few bumps along the way while Dean is losing years off his life because she looks like she lost a fight with a lawnmower, and I’d love if this was also kind of his realization that he cares about her more than he thought. I can definitely see him yelling at her first because he has the emotional regulation of a shrew, while she’s running on adrenaline and happily giving him a full play-by-play of everything that happened because she’s just so damn proud of herself. Then maybe they go back to the motel and he patches her up? Sorry if that’s a little ramble-y lol hopefully that makes sense 🖤🖤

⋆｡ ˚ first kill, worst timing

summary ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ you come back from your first hunt glowing—dean comes back five years older pairing ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ dean winchester x reader ( f ) wordcount ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ 816 genre ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ silly fluff warnings ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ non-graphic injuries (cuts, bruises), yelling (protective), rookie hunter chaos, teasing

notes ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ִ❀໋ consider supporting my work .ᐟ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ִ check out my new writing schedule

Dean knows something’s wrong the second he sees you.

Not in the dramatic, you’re not breathing kind of way—no, that would almost be easier. This is worse. You’re upright. Walking. Smiling. Covered in blood.

“Are you—” he starts, voice already rising as he strides across the clearing, eyes scanning you like he’s trying to catalog every possible injury at once. “What the hell happened to you?!”

You light up. Actually light up. “Dean!” you beam, bouncing slightly on your heels despite the fact that your sleeve is half-torn and there’s a streak of dried blood across your cheek. “Oh my god, you missed it—”

“Missed—” He stops in front of you, hands hovering like he doesn’t know where to grab first. “You look like you got fed through a wood chipper!”

“I know!” you say, delighted.

He stares at you. “You—what?”

“I know!” you repeat, grinning even wider, gesturing vaguely at yourself. “It went a little sideways at first, but then I figured it out and—wait, hold on—” You grab his arm, tugging him slightly like you physically need him to understand. “Okay, so it was the ghoul, you were right, but it didn’t go for the bait like we thought it would, so I had to improvise—”

“Impr—are you serious right now?”

“And then it lunged, like, fully—teeth, claws, the whole thing—and I almost slipped because the ground was wet, which, by the way, rude, but I didn’t fall—”

Dean drags a hand down his face, pacing once, then back again, like he’s trying to burn off the panic that hasn’t quite realized it can stand down yet. “You’re bleeding.”

“Yeah, but not a lot.”

“There is literally blood in your hair.”

“Okay, but it’s not all mine,” you point out, like that helps.

It does not.

Dean stops pacing, turning back to you with a look that’s equal parts exasperation and something tighter underneath. “You could’ve been killed.”

“But I wasn’t,” you say, softer now—but still smiling, still glowing in a way he doesn’t know how to handle. “Dean, I got it. I actually—” Your voice catches just slightly, excitement bleeding through the edges of it. “I actually did it.”

That… hits.

Harder than anything else you’ve said.

You’re standing there, a mess, bruised and scraped and probably going to ache like hell tomorrow—but you’re proud. Not careless. Not reckless.

Proud.

Dean exhales slowly, the anger deflating into something heavier, something he doesn’t want to name. “Yeah,” he mutters, quieter now, eyes flicking over you again, slower this time. “Yeah, you did.”

You grin, relieved, like that’s all you needed from him.

“C’mon,” he adds after a second, jerking his head toward the car. “We’re getting you cleaned up before you fall apart on me.”

“I’m not gonna fall apart.”

“Yeah, that’s what you all say.”

Already in the motel room, Dean nudges you onto the edge of the bed. “Sit.”

“I am sitting.”

“Sit still.”

You huff, but obey, watching him move around the room, grabbing the first aid kit with the kind of familiarity that makes something in your chest twist.

He comes back, kneeling in front of you, already rolling up his sleeves. “Alright,” he mutters, more to himself than you. “Let’s see the damage.”

“It’s really not that bad.”

“Uh-huh.” He gently takes your wrist, turning your arm to inspect a cut you hadn’t even noticed properly. His touch is careful despite the way his jaw is still tight. “This is gonna sting.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“Yeah? When?”

You pause. “…just now, actually.”

He snorts despite himself, shaking his head as he starts cleaning the cut. You wince, but it’s more from the sting than anything serious.

“Told you,” he says.

“Okay, yeah, that one’s nasty.”

He works in silence for a minute, patching you up piece by piece, hands steady, movements practiced. But every now and then, his gaze flicks up to your face, like he’s checking you’re still there. Still okay. Still his responsibility.

“You scared me,” he says finally, voice quieter, almost reluctant.

You blink, caught off guard.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know.” He presses the bandage down a little more firmly than necessary, then softens it with his thumb. “Doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.”

You study him for a second, the way his shoulders are still a little tense, the way he won’t quite meet your eyes for too long.

Then you reach out, nudging his arm lightly. “Hey.”

He glances up.

“I’m okay,” you say, softer now. “And I got the job done.”

Dean exhales, something easing in him at that, even if it doesn’t fully go away.

“Yeah,” he mutters, shaking his head slightly. “Yeah, you did.”

There’s a beat. Then, quieter—“Still not letting you do that solo again.”

You grin. “You say that now.”

“I mean it.”

“Sure you do.”

He glares at you.

You’re still smiling.

And somehow, that’s exactly right.

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[nanoland]

Delhi Crime is so good and there're no gifs or fanart for it at all that I can find :( :( :(

[whor3ing]

it genuinely upsets me so deeply that i will never have dean winchester

[juiche]

20 years late is still fashionably late, right? So I just finished season 1 of Supernatural and dare I say I have a favourite brother 🫣

get a print here