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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@holy-morgan
castiel crazy for asking dean 'what were you dreaming about' while sitting on the bed turning slowly eyes wide enough to swallow a man up like what do you want me to say i was dreaming about your cock man is that what you wanted to hear mr pretty face boy i was dreaming about sodomy with you
he would do anything for money. We know that.
my ape brain when it gets dark at 4:45pm
"there is no way you're not using chatgpt for at least a few things here and there no matter your stance on it" what the FUCK are you talking about
there are literally ghouls and beasts out on the streets but nobody is talking about it
theyre right outside my door asking for treats.... where the hell are the guards....
“Trick or Yeet!” I shout to the children when I open the door. “Yeet?” one says confusidly. I shrug. “Yeet it is.” I throw the child.
Not Halloween but, okay.
okay you stick of unsalted butter i made this on halloween but everyone just likes to reblog it for some reason
Reblog today only to avoid OP cursing you out for a stick of unsalted butter
do you guys promise you will keep blogging with me about vampires forever ?
i would but sadly i'm a human with a mortal life. if only there were a way for me to stay by your side, blogging forever...............
haha yeah that’d be cool……. unrelated but can you come a little closer with your neck exposed
*waves timidly and mutters out quickly*
“I’m real sweet on you, Mister Morgan. I understand that may not be… what you want to hear, but I do admire your character and your loyalty. Please accept this as a token… of appreciation!”
*avoids eye contact and hands over a bundle of lavender flowers*
"Flowers for me...?" He looks at the flowers, perplexed, but impressed.
"Your opinion is a little too high for men you don't know. I'm a bad man, you shouldn't take me as an example."
please tell me this is funny
The Duality of Man
Preacher!Wendigoon x reader
1.
Sunday morning, bright and early. The sun peeked through your curtains as you layered a bit of powder on your cheeks. A popular song played quietly through your small radio and you finished up your look.
Your mom was having a midlife crisis. She was switching out hobbies, trying new diets, and going on yoga retreats to the middle of nowhere.
“You just don't understand, the weather in that mountain is to DIE for! They even have special incense to keep all the mosquitoes away!”
No thanks, keep the malaria and humidity for yourself. You'd rather sit at home and stare at a wall than watch some dude do the downward dog in a backwards gi any day.
Her newest attempt at self discovery: church! She found a tiny Baptist Church tucked in the woods that surrounded your quaint little town. You'd never been particularly religious but when she pulled out the therapist talk, you just relented. She loved taking bits and pieces from her little online homeopathic therapist and using them against you in arguments.
“It'll be cleansing, like a breath of fresh air.” She'd expressed into the phone, the smile in her voice evident.
“Mom, I work at 6 am on Monday. Why would I use my well deserved weekend to sit in an old shack and listen to an old man read an old book?”
You heard her gasp on the other end, you'd offended her. Great.
“Well, excuse me, one: the preacher isn't old. And two!” Her voice peaked through the speaker, making you flinch away. “The Bible isn't just an old book! It's an entire religion! It's a document of history! You're being very disrespectful when I just wanted to invite you along! It'd be good for you, honey. Mrs. Pauline always says-”
Here it was. “Mrs. Pauline always says that communication is key. Mrs. Pauline always says that every cloud has a silver lining. Mrs. Pauline always says half a loaf is better than no bread.”
“Okay! Alright!” You'd cut off her rambling about her therapist’s hypoallergenic cat, how the hell did she even get there? “I'll go. What time do I need to be at this place?” You asked, checking your schedule. No plans for Sunday that you could use to raincheck her plans.
“Be there at 8 am tomorrow, and we'll be having lunch afterwards.” She said matter-of-factly. And before you could complain, she quickly squawked that she's getting another call and that she'll see you in the morning.
And that was that.
So here you were, Sunday morning, getting ready for the big day. You quickly decided on your favorite sweater with some black slacks and a pair of heels to match the top. It was rolling into mid autumn and the temperature was steadily dropping. The soft cotton yarn would suit you nicely. You put on some dainty jewelry and pulled out a small crucifix on a thin chain to clasp around your neck. What better opportunity?
Anyway, 7:30 rolled around and you made your way out to your car. You didn't have a Bible, but you were sure your mom probably had one. Did that count as cheating, sharing a Bible? Like taking peeks at the work of the kid next to you in math class? You'd have to invest in one if this was going to be a regular thing. Whatever mom wants, right?
As you started your car, you turned up the heater and began down the road, following the quiet GPS on your phone. A few turns, curves, and hills later, you pulled up a dirt path towards a small building. Teeter-tottering up the road, you silently prayed your old tires wouldn't pop and finally found a parking space. As you got out of your car, you looked up to the giant behemoth next to you. A bright red Silverado glistened in the sun next to you with a big motif of a buck with a target on its head splashed across the back window.
Nothing like the artistic design of southern baptists.
You grabbed your purse and headed towards the building, your heels shifting across the dirt and rocks. You desperately tried not to break your ankles until you finally made it to the door of the church. You could hear people singing hymns before you even entered.
Walking into the church was almost like a culture shock. It was pretty much exactly what you'd imagined it'd be. Two rows of pews, lined up to face a stage with a small pulpit sitting front and center. The carpet was dingy, the walls were painted with a creamy beige color, and the pews creaked under the weight of even the smallest old lady. You scanned the seats, looking for your mother when you spotted the very identifiable back of her head. Her hair was always pinned up in a tight bun, her hair scattered with greys and silvers and you steadily made your way down the aisle toward her.
She smiled as you sat your purse down next to her. She leaned into your shoulder as you sat down and whispered, “I'm glad you're here.”
You smiled back warmly and opened the hymnal to the page your mom was on. You quietly mouthed along to the slightly familiar lyrics before you heard a door open, close, and the voices around you quietened.
You looked up, noticing that the preacher had entered. You quickly set your phone to silent as your mom pulled out her Bible.
“Good morning!” A smooth timbre voice echoed through the air as you snapped up.
“Good morning…” A smattering of low murmurs echoed back at the man standing up front.
“Ah, I don't think I heard y'all, I said good morning!” He practically shouted as he leaned across the pulpit.
The crowd suddenly woke up, repeating a resounding “good morning” back to the preacher.
“There we go!” The man chuckled a bit.
When you finally got a good look at the guy, you were shocked. Your mom mentioned that he wasn't old, but she didn't say he was young. Mid to late twenties, dark hair and beard, and when he laughed, his smile overtook his whole face. Even his eyes were smiling.
At your apparent look of shock, your mother nudged your side. “Brother Isaiah is a great preacher. Very wise for his age.”
The preacher was dressed in a maroon plaid button up, jeans, and cowboy boots. His belt matched his boots with a deep brown leather.
But he was young. Definitely not what you were expecting. And as he pulled out his Bible and notepad, he rolled up his sleeves and you found yourself staring. Tan skin, hair as dark as the hair on his head, no evidence of a wedding band.
“We can share my Bible, if you like.” Your mom muttered in your ear, knocking you out of your shock. You swallowed hard and blinked down at her book, desperately trying to find words that matched what he was talking about. Your mom pointed at a spot halfway down the page and you quietly thanked her as you tried to zone in.
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Alright!! How do we feel about it? I've been grilling on this one for a couple days and I'm kinda proud of it! Let me know if you notice any glaring mistakes and I shall rectify them asap. Thank you guys, I hope y'all have a wonderful day!
How Arthur looks in the official art VS how he really look
drew this one in January 'n i still kinda like it 7/7
i also have the ideas and the time this week so i hope i can draw one thing for halloween
My child will not be allowed to use chat gpt. He will be smarter and stronger than the other children and he will kill them easily.
15.02 || 15.17
Absolutely fucking wild that Dean’s entire arc this season was struggling with the fact that Chuck controlled everything about his life and he had no free will, then they made a point to say that Cas loving Dean was the only thing Chuck couldn’t control and THEN they were like “yeah no need to resolve that relationship”
